#i wanna buy that table someday.

[grimmjow]

Went to the antique shop 🥰 they have a hand crank record player from the 1880s there. It's so cool

[bloodibambiidoll]

Baby’s Gotta Gun (Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You’ve been in a situationship with Rafe for over a year and when you show up to his party that he invited you to and there’s another girl all over him, you’ve finally had it. WK: 1.3k

Warnings: Gun play, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness, reader is a lil unhinged, switch!Rafe, switch!reader, a lil fluff dashed in. Porn/no plot. 18+MNDI!

This is for me and @babygorewhore’s Writing Prompt Game, feel free to click the link and come play!!🤍

“Tell me, tell me who owns this fucking cock.” You run the tip of his pistol over his plush split slick lips while you bounce on his cock like your life depends on it. The sound of your wet cunt and hips slapping together echoing through the room.

“You - fuckin’ shit - you do baby, you own my cock.” Rafe’s eyes roll back when you start to rotate your hips, his large hands grip onto the fat of your ass while you ride him like a fucking succubus.

“Didn’t I tell you to fucking look at me while I take what’s mine, huh?” You move the gun to his head, shoving it against his temple as your free hand grips onto his jaw, squeezing his cheeks together until he opens his eyes. “You look those other girls in the eyes while you fuck them or do you just get it in and move on? Because when you fuck me you take your time, tell me how beautiful I am and how much I mean to you but then you’re buried in the next hoe you see.”

“Baby, I’m sorry. You know - oh fuuuck - you know you’re my girl.” Rafe feels like he’s about to fucking bust any second. Your pace doesn’t falter for a moment, fucking yourself on his cock like you’re trying to drain him of every drop of cum in his body. Driven by pure jealousy and rage.

“Yeah? You’re always fucking saying that, Cameron. But then shit like this happens. I show up to your party, that you invited me to and there’s some bitch on your lap with her tongue down your throat the minute I get here?” You run the barrel of the gun down the side of his face as you chuckle darkly, using your grip on his jaw to shake his head side to side. “If you don’t want anything serious why are you always buying me shit? Scaring off every dude that talks to me? Telling everyone I belong to you while you’re out fucking around?”

“It’s just… baby, shit, if you keep fucking me like that I’m gonna fucking blow my load any second.” Rafe hates to admit that your possessive jealousy is only turning him on more. The crazy look in your eyes, the way you’re fucking him like you own him, while you hold his gun. It’s really fucking doing it for him.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum, Rafe. I’m not done with you. Answer my god damn question.” You slow your pace a bit as you take his face in both of your hands, the grip you still have on the pistol causing it to press against the side of his head.

“I’m sorry, I’m all yours from now on, alright? I fuckin’ mean it. I was just scared, baby. You’re too perfect for me. Knew if I made you mine for real I’d have to marry you someday.” He’s not even sure why he said that, it’s not like he hasn’t subconsciously thought about it before. You were perfect in every way before but this possessive display just makes him want you even more.

“HA! Thirty minutes ago you were dry humping some girl you’ve never talked to and now you’re talking marriage? Be so fucking for real, Rafe.” You bring the gun to his temple again, leaning in so your lips are brushing the shell of his ear. “If you were a real man you would’ve made it official a fucking year ago.”

That was the final straw for him. If you didn’t wanna believe him he would fucking show you how serious he was. He grips onto the gun, easily ripping it from your hand while his other arm wraps around your waist, using his hold on you to flip you on your back. He hovers over you, turning the tables on you by pressing the gun against the side of your head.

“Will you just shut the fuck up for a second. You’re my girl, aight? My girl.”

“I’ve heard that like a million times, pretty boy, doesn’t mean shit to me. You really think I’m gonna just-“ your words are cut short when he slips the gun between your lips.

“I said stop talking, I fucking mean it every time I say it. And you’re right. I was being a pussy bitch. But now I’m gonna show you who you belong to, who I belong too.” He pulls the barrel out of your mouth slightly before slipping it back between your lips. “Suck.”

You roll your eyes, leaving your lips open. He grips onto his cock, slamming it into your wet pussy in one swift motion, starting up at the brutal pace. “I” Thrust. “Said” Thrust. “Fucking suck.”

Your eyes roll back, this time in pleasure, as your wrap your lips around the cool metal, swirling your tongue.

“Hey” His large hand slaps your cheek lightly. “Fucking look at me while I take what’s mine.”

Your eyes fly open and you're met with his intense ocean blue stare as he fucks you hard and deep, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust of his hips. “Yeah, there’s my fucking girl.”

He pulls the gun from your mouth, pushing himself up on his knees, his thrusts never faltering. He smirks down at you before bringing the spit slick barrel to your clit, circling it in time with his cock pounding into you.

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” You cry out as you cum, your walls pulsing around him.

“Yeah that’s it, fuckin’ cum for me, that’s my girl. Say it, say you’re my girl.”

“I’m your girl, daddy, I’m your girl.” You babble and Rafe smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you now that you’re back to calling him his rightful title.

“And I’m yours baby, got it? Always been yours. Always thought about you. Always felt shitty and just wanted to see you after I fucked around with anyone else.” He feels his high start to build, tossing the gun to the side before he leans down, covering your body with his. He laces his fingers with yours and captures your lips in a surprisingly tender kiss, that completely contradicted the way he was fucking you.

“Yeah, you’re fucking mine. I’ll kill any bitch that tries to touch you.” You practically growl, burying your face into his neck so you can suck on his skin, marking him as yours.

“That’s so fucking hot - shiiiit, baby girl, I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill my pretty little pussy up.” You bite down onto his shoulder as your long manicured nails scratch down his back, marking him up even further and it sends him over the edge. His hips still against yours as his cock twitches inside you, painting your walls with his cum. “Yeah, that’s a fuckin’ good girl, take my fuckin’ cum.”

Rafe rolls off of you, panting as he falls to his side. He pulls you into him and you lay your head on his chest, placing a soft kiss on his peck.

“Did you mean all of that?” You ask nervously, afraid to look at him.

“Babe, look at me.” He cradles your face in his hand urging you to look up at him. When your eyes meet his, he smiles softly. “You’re my girl, okay? And I’m yours. No more games. No more bitches. Just you and me, aight?”

“Yeah, alright. That sounds nice, daddy.” He leans down, kissing you passionately as he weaves his fingers through your hair.

“Plus, I’ll kill any guy that even breathes your air.”

“Yeah? Well I’ll kill any bitch that even thinks about you.” He chuckles, placing another gentle kiss on your lips. After this? He kinda believes you. But he doesn’t mind, because he would kill for you anyday.

[fishfooddude]

Proposal Gone Wrong

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader

Murphy's Law: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Carmy definitely didn't see this one coming.

No warnings, just fluff :)

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“Hello?” you said, answering your phone. “Hey girlie, could you come in at about 7ish instead of 5:30? I don’t wanna rush your nails.” your brow furrowed at your nail tech's words. “What do you mean come in at 7ish? My appointment isn’t for like two more weeks.” “Oh, I thought that yummy chef of yours told you… he booked and prepaid for a full set.” you hummed in acknowledgment. “Okay…I’ll come in at 7ish. You want a coffee?” “That’s why you’re my favorite client, babes.” 

You slipped your phone into your pocket and returned to the front counter. "Is everything okay?” your coworker Dev asked as you sat in front of your computer. You shrugged, “I guess Carmy booked a nail appointment for me. So sweet, right?” 

Dev bit her lip to suppress a squeal, “He’s gonna propose to you, girl!” you scoffed at her reaction. There was no way Carmy was going to propose to you. Sure, the two of you had talked about getting married and buying a house, maybe havin’ a kid or two someday, but that was the caveat ‘someday.’ There was no confirmed timeline. It was just sweet post-sex pillow talk. 

~

“Yea-yeah, I’m askin’ her. Can you steer her toward gettin’ somethin’ less… unique?” Carmy watched his words. You were known to get more interesting nails, claiming that your boring work clothes needed some fun. Carmy listened to your nail tech chortle on the other end of the phone and mentioned something about ‘clown nails’ but agreed to steer you toward something more minimalist. He grinned and said bye before hanging up the phone and texting her a picture of a 2-carat platinum pear-shaped diamond ring. Carmy stared at the small velvet box in his hand and imagined the ring adorning your finger. He closed the box and put it into his open desk drawer before quickly exiting the office to do his prep work for the evening’s dinner service. 

Natalie slipped her jacket off as she walked into the kitchen from the back alley. “Bear. I’m here!” she yelled as she beelined to the office to get started on the paperwork Carmy had asked her help on. “Yo!” Carmy yelled without looking up from his station. 

Before Natalie could sit at the desk, her phone started ringing. “Hello?” she answered. She held her phone to her ear with her shoulder as she reached for the laptop in the middle of the disorganized chaos Carmy called a desk. “Is Carmy going to propose to me?” 

Natalie held her breath as she quickly thought of a believable lie: " Uh—not to my knowledge.” You didn’t believe her answer for a second. “Natalie, is he proposing to me?” you asked again more assertively. Natalie sighed as she leaned back in the office chair, “Y/N, I can’t answer that question.” she heard you groan through the phone, “I need to know. I don’t need to know when or how- is he going to propose to me?” 

“Yes.”

~

It was nearing midnight when Carmy returned to your shared apartment. You were asleep on the couch with an open book on your chest. Carmy grinned and crept over making sure not to wake you. He leaned over the back of the couch and kissed your forehead softly. “Baby. Let’s get you to bed.” Carmy whispered as he squeezed your bicep. You stirred in your sleep and mumbled something Carmy couldn’t make out. “Baby, com’on, you know I can’t sleep without ya,” he grumbled and peppered your cheek in kisses. You let out a sleepy groan and rolled onto your side to escape his affection. Carmy chuckled as he walked around the couch. He took your book and dog-eared the page you’d been on before placing it on the coffee table. As he scooped you into his arms, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled into the crook of his neck. Carmy smiled when he noticed your freshly manicured nails. He couldn’t wait to see the ring he’d bought you adorn your left hand.

Carmy woke up before his alarm went off the next morning. He watched the rise and fall of your chest as you peacefully slept beside him. He grinned and kissed your forehead before getting his phone off his bedside table. He turned his alarm off before responding to a text from Syd. You started to stir beside him as he hit send. Carmy put his phone down and pulled you onto his chest, he wrapped his arms around your waist as you mumbled a ‘Good morning’ sleepily. He smiled and kissed your head before lazily rubbing your waist.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” you questioned Carmy as he handed you a cup of coffee. He shook his head and leaned against the counter before drinking from his coffee cup. “Sugar helped out with paperwork last night, and it’s Syd’s ship tonight.” he casually explained as you narrowed your gaze at him. 

“You’re taking a Saturday off?” you asked in disbelief, “You never take Saturday off.” 

Carmy shrugged, “Takin’ my girl out on a date tonight.” 

“What’s the occasion?” you questioned as you watched Carmy step forward. He shook his head. “No occasion. I just wanna take you out,” he said softly as he placed his hands on your hips. You looked up at him after your conversation with Natalie last night; tonight had to be the night he was asking. You swallowed as he kissed your temple. 

“You wanna go out tonight, right?” Carmy asked as you put your mug down on the table behind you. You moved your arms around his neck and stared at him with a soft smile as you nodded. “Good. I have to run a couple errands, but I’ll be back soon.” 

~

Tonight had to be the night. Natalie had confessed to Carmy wanting to propose. He paid for you to get your nails done. Took a Saturday night off of the restaurant. You sighed as you put your eyeshadow brush down. You wanted to marry Carmy; you really did. The idea of him asking sent you into a realm of anxiety you’d never experienced before. His specific brand of neuroticism was… unique. He was a perfectionist. You’d seen him scrub the grout on the kitchen floor with a toothbrush enough times to know that. 

How the hell was he going to propose to you? 

He probably planned everything down to the most minuscule detail, and if anything went wrong, he’d start spiraling and questioning the entire relationship. “Relax. Relax. Relax. Everything is going to be okay. It’ll work out. Carmy and I will get married in the South of France and then honeymoon in Greece. I’ll get pregnant in September and have the baby in June… it’ll all work out. Just relax.” you said with a deep breath. “Just finish getting ready.”

After retrieving the ring from The Bear and picking up a bouquet of peonies, Carmy felt more confident in his plan. He’d made a reservation at La Baquet, the restaurant he’d taken you on your first date, and it would be the perfect place to wine and dine before going to an indoor botanical garden that was doing some intricate light show he’d read about online. You would say ‘yes’; he was confident you would. As he walked into your apartment building that evening, he had a pep in his step.

“Hey baby, I’m back,” Carmy called as he walked into the apartment. He walked through the living room and into the master bedroom to see you pulling on a pair of fitted trousers; he admired how they hugged your hips. You smiled at him before gushing over the bouquet in his arms, “You got me flowers? They’re beautiful.” 

Carmy shrugged nonchalantly, “Not as beautiful as you…” Carmy’s attempted flirting made you giggle. “Smooth one Berzatto. Very smooth.” you took the flowers from his arms and kissed his cheek before exiting the bedroom to get a vase from the kitchen. Carmy couldn’t help but check your ass out as you walked away. He shook his head and changed his shirt before pulling his infamous grey sweater over his head. 

“Ready to go?” Carmy asked as he joined you in the kitchen. You nodded, “Let me grab my bag, and we can head out.” 

~

“What the fuck…” Carmy trailed off as he stopped his car a little down the road from La Baquet. The Chicago Fire Department surrounded the restaurant, “Did it burn down?” you questioned, looking between him and where the restaurant had been in disbelief. Carmy scoffed exhaustedly, “Shit.” 

“We can go somewhere else?” you suggested. As he put the car back into gear, Carmy mumbled something about a new pizza place not too far away. While it may not have been the farm-to-table French food that brought the two of you together, it was impossible not to enjoy eating pizza in the car with Carmy on a Saturday night.

“I found this place online, you’re gonna- the fuck?” Carmy scoffed as the two of you walked up to the botanical garden. There was a group of people yelling at the overwhelmed information attendant. Carmy dropped your hand and managed to get to the front of the group, “Yo calm the fuck down.” he yelled at the group as he gestured for everyone to step back. Carmy turned to face the information attendant, “Are you okay?” she shook her head in response. Carmy nodded, “Take a deep breath. Tell me what’s goin’ on.” he tried to be as calm as possible. 

“It’s my first day—we’re understaffed, and the event organizers didn’t plan for this many people to come for the light show, and we’re shutting down. You can get a ticket refund on the website,” she stuttered as she explained the situation. Carmy frowned but nodded, “Okay… this would happen…” He chuckled as he flashed the attendant a sympathetic smile, “You got this.” 

Carmy came back to you, clearly disappointed in his conversation with the attendant. “Is everything okay?” you asked; he shook his head.

“Everythin��� is goin’ wrong tonight. Just disappointed, I guess.” Carmy shrugged and put an arm around your shoulders as you returned to the car. You wrapped an arm around his waist, “Well, I still had fun, Bear. Now, the real question… do you wanna get ice cream from that place by your old apartment and then go home and let me put these pretty nails to use?” you asked looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Of course, baby.” 

~

“I’m thinkin' brown butter chocolate. What bout you?” you asked Carmy as you scanned the tubs of ice cream displayed in the freezer case before you two. 

“Are you sure, baby? It’s pretty close to the peanut butter,” he asked, concerned. “I’ll tell them about my nut allergy like I do every time. It’ll be fine.” your nonchalant tone regarding your allergy always annoyed Carmy. He watched the ice cream scooper change their gloves and rinse the scooper twice before packaging your order. It was never enough in his eyes. 

“You know what, I always like your order better.” you laughed as you took another bite of Carmy’s ice cream. He rolled his eyes and scooted closer to you on the bench, “Have as much as you want, baby.” Carmy mumbled as he kissed your temple.

This wasn’t the night he’d planned. Carmy felt out of control but felt like this was the moment. With his free hand, he reached for the box that had been burning a hole in his pocket all night. “Tonight didn’t go as planned, and maybe it’s a sign, but uh…” Carmy started as he pulled the box from his pocket. “I love you so much, baby. Will you-” Carmy cut himself off when you started coughing. “Baby? Are you okay?” He put the box back in his pocket before shifting in his seat to look at you. You clutched your chest as you wheezed and coughed more intensely. “Epipen! Where’s your EpiPen?!”

~

“Carmy?” you asked, your voice muffled by an oxygen mask. You looked around your curtained-off bed and pushed yourself with your elbows. “Carmy?” you asked again as you pulled at the oxygen mask. The curtain opened, and you saw relief wash over Carmy’s face as he looked at you in the bed. “You scared the shit out of me, baby.” Carmy playfully scolded as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed. You shrugged, “Gotta keep you on your toes.” you struggled to get out as the oxygen mask now dangled around your neck. “We’re never goin’ back to that ice cream parlor. They don’t know shit bout cross-contamination.” Carmy scoffed as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

“This’ll be a fun story to tell our kids, though.” You laughed as you lovingly looked at Carmy sitting on the edge of your bed. “The night Daddy proposed to me, I ended up going into anaphylaxis.” Carmy chuckled and was about to say something before you cut him off: “Yes, I would love to marry you, Carmy.”

[zepskies]

Being Human – Part 1

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.

AN: This is technically my first Dark Angel story, since I wrote Part 1 of this before "Bullseye." It will be four parts. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: You’ve managed to keep things playful and friendly with Alec so far, despite his flirtatious nature. But when he asks you for a favor that goes painfully awry, the transgenic has to figure out something that wasn’t in his training: how to apologize. [Set during 2.06]

Word Count: 5,000

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Tension, angst, spiciness, implied smut.

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Part 1: Training Day

As sad as it is, this is probably your favorite place in the world.

Crash is as divey as a dive bar can get. And yet, it still boasts the strongest, cheapest drinks in Seattle. The music is decent, and the company is good. At least tonight it is, because you’ve met up with Max, Original Cindy, and Sketchy after a long day of slinging packages.

The only problem?

The newest member of Jam Pony, slinking up from the corner of your eye and easing into the seat next to you at the bar.

You turn an expectant gaze to Alec McDowell and his flirtatious green eyes. They take in your jeans and halter top with an obvious perusal. 

“Can I help you?” you ask dryly.

“No, no. It’s what I can do for you,” he replies. You’re about to roll your eyes when he adds, “Let me buy you a beer. Or whatever you’re drinking.”

Just then, the bartender slides you the beer you’ve already ordered. You thank him and give Alec a smile.

“Got it covered, thanks,” you reply, sipping the froth off your drink.

Alec sighs and crosses his arms. “When are you gonna stop putting the freeze on me?”

“When I’m not part of your internal checklist of Breasts on Legs,” you retort. Glancing around the bar, you note three other girls you’ve already seen him shoot his shot with tonight.

Alec scoffs and holds his chest.

“That’s hurtful,” he claims. “It really is.”

But he shifts toward you in his seat, cutting off your smile. Your face warms at his proximity.

Damn, he smells good, you think.

“Besides,” he says, “I always save the best for last.”

His smile makes your heart beat faster, though you eye him wryly. He opens his smartass mouth to say something else, but you get a reprieve when Original Cindy slides into the seat on your other side. She tosses you a wink.

It gives you just enough confidence to smirk in Alec’s face.

“Keep trying. Maybe someday I’ll lose my mind,” you say, with a teasing raise of brows.

Alec is still amused as he shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable. Insulting, yet, still somehow endearing.”

“Don’t wanna get clowned, don’t act like a clown,” you tell him sweetly. 

“I know that’s right,” Cindy quips. She orders a Cosmo to upgrade her beer. She must’ve won a bet tonight, if she was able to score enough cash for liquor.

“Hilarious,” Alec says. He pouts a little. “Hey, I’m not some mongrel on the loose. I’m just looking for some honest companionship.”

“Honest?” you laugh. “Now that’s hilarious.”

He gives you a fake laugh, but he watches you go when you slip away from him to join Max and Sketchy in the back room by the pool table. Alec’s smile fades a little.

Cindy raises a brow at him, along with a tan finger.

“No,” she says. “You actually crushin’ on homegirl? For real?”

Alec glances at her. “Where’d you get that idea?”

She gives him a flat look.

“Should I burn some sage?” she asks.

Alec shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“Come on. I think Max is calling us over.”

When the two of them venture over to where you and Max are playing a game of pool, Alec’s cocky smile is back. His eyes catch yours when he sits down at a nearby table. Your lips curve while you lean on your pool cue.

For the past few weeks, this is how it’s always been with you and Alec. Push and pull. A sort of caustic flirtation that you can’t in good conscience take seriously. But to his credit, he always tries.

And he seems to always mean it. 

You’ll never admit it, but it’s getting harder and harder for you to resist the pull of him. He’s clearly a guy who doesn’t do attachments, and you have a bad habit of getting attached. Your life is hard enough without adding a dash of heartbreak into the mix.

So Max helps you sharpen your skills at this game while you finish your beer. And…maybe you “unintentionally” tease Alec a little with the curve of your ass when you’re bent over the table, lining up a shot.

In fairness, you’re a bit tipsy.

You spend the rest of the night drinking two more beers and laughing and losing the game—first to Max, then to Alec, and finally to Sketchy. By then, you know it’s time to cut your losses.

You haul your backpack onto your shoulder and start to head out of the bar. But who should slip into your way than Alec freakin’ McDowell?

“Hey, I’ve got a quick question for you,” he says.

You sigh. “Alec, the usual sniping was fun, but I’m tired and I want to go home.”

He stops you with a touch on your arm. He seems slightly more serious.

“It’s a favor,” he says, pulling out a small rectangular package wrapped in plain brown paper. You look down at it in confusion.

“I saw on the work chart that you’re scheduled to go over to Sector 4 tomorrow,” he says. “Would you mind delivering this for me?”

Your brows raise at him. He raises $20 in front of your face.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he smiles.

You take the $20 and the package, though you’re still a little uncertain.

“What’s in it?”

Alec leans in close to your ear. “I’ll give you an extra $10 if you don’t ask.”

His voice washes over you and makes your skin prickle. You’re blushing, but your eyes narrow at him further.

“Make it $20,” you counter.

He scoffs. Though after a moment…he coughs up the extra cash.

“The most expensive damn delivery I’ve never made,” he mutters.

You have to crane your neck a bit, as he stands over a head taller than you, but you smile up at him brightly.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” you say.

For him, maybe the expense was worth it to get that smile.

You pull up on your bike to what you think is the right address. You don’t usually come to this side of town, even in Sector 4.

It feels a bit like a shanty town and a meat packing district all at once—complete with dodgy-looking street vendors and unmarked vans loading and unloading cargo behind them. 

“Can I help you, little girl?”

You stifle a gasp as your path is suddenly obstructed. A black man and his two white friends have crowded around your bike, but they don’t look normal. Various metal spikes and prods protrude from their faces, neck, and body, but they’re not your typical piercings. The metal is fused into their skin.

Oh shit, you think, as your heartrate picks up. Steelheads.

“I’m just making a delivery,” you tell them. Your eyes dart to your surroundings, trying to catch anyone’s gaze for a little help.

But in big cities like this, everyone knows to keep their eyes down.

Don’t look, don’t tell. Don’t get any trouble.

“I think you might be lost, love,” says one of the other men. He’s British, by the sound of his accent, and is the taller of the two. His skin is pale, though there’s a red ring under his eyes that suggests drugs, or whatever else these three are injecting into themselves.

“Uhh, yeah. I must be. I’ll just go,” you nod, and you start to back up. The ringleader Brit clamps a bony hand on your bike to stop you. He grabs the scrap of paper Alec gave you, which holds the address for your intended delivery.

The Steelhead examines it lazily, before his gaze flicks back up to yours.

“Well, well. I stand corrected,” he says. He gestures to the small package in your hands. “What’s in it?”

You shrug and try to play off your ignorance. Because the truth is, you have no idea.

“It’s not my job to know,” you reply.

“Ah, but you see, it’s our business to know,” the Brit says, leaning in towards you. You lean back with pursed lips.

“This is our little piece of paradise,” says the shortest one. His lips are damn near purple.

“We’re what you call…territorial,” says the leader. He grabs you off your bike while the first man takes the package from you.

“Hey, I don’t want any trouble,” you say, though you hate the way your voice shakes. “I can just go—”

“Oh, we’ll let you go, little mouse. You’re gonna give a message back to sender,” the Brit says. “But first, a reminder.”

He shoves you back into the nearest wall. It’s solid brick that stuns a gasp out of you. He presses in on you, grabbing your face and dragging a sharp, unnaturally long nail against your cheek, biting into the skin.

It’s painful enough to make you whimper as you feel wetness drip down to your neck. His friends laugh at your discomfort, at your fear. You’re too frozen to reach for the pepper spray in your pocket…

“What’s going on here?” another man asks. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a black uniform. For the first time in your life, you’re grateful to see a cop.

The Steelhead releases you, and the three of them are subtle in the way they back off from you.

“Nothing here, officer,” the leader says. Though he gives you a smirk. “Just accepting a delivery.”

You let them keep the package and pretend that a signature has made it onto your clipboard. You climb back onto your bike and you leave Sector 4 without looking back. All the while, your arms shake and you wipe at the blur of tears in your eyes.

When you get back to the Jam Pony base of operations (a warehouse that feels like a basement), you park your bike out front and head inside.

Your legs still feel precarious. And even though the blood is dry against the cut on your cheek, you know you need to clean and disinfect it at some point.

Of course, you have to run into Alec and Sketchy, who are palling around without a care in the world.

That all stops when they turn to look at you. Their mirth dies on their faces. Alec’s gaze runs over you and stops at your cheek. You dab at your face, tentative and self-conscious. You know you must look like hell. Of course, they can’t let you just go to your locker in peace.

“Jeez, what the hell happened to you?” Sketchy asks.

You shake your head. “Fell into a bush.”

You drag Alec aside by his arm, giving him a warning look that further lets him know you’re lying. He follows you without complaint over to the lockers, where you two have the semblance of privacy. Before he can ask you what really happened, you snap at him.

“What the hell was in that package?” you ask. “Drugs? A weapon? Some other contraband? Do you know what could’ve happened to me if I’d gotten caught with that shit? Do you know what almost…”

Tears burgeon in your eyes all over again, and you have to take a deep, shaky breath. 

Alec’s brows furrow in what might actually be concern. He grasps your arm, gentle but firm. 

“Hey, tell me what happened,” he says.

Unconsciously, his grip on your arm makes the memory flash in your mind: of that pale, greasy man grabbing you and pinning you against the wall.

You shrug out of Alec’s hold more harshly than you meant to. It makes him raise a placating hand, as his eyes widen a fraction.

“A gaggle of Steelheads,” you say. You breathe tremulously, blinking past your tears. “I was lucky…anyway. Next time you want to ask me for a favor? Don’t.”

 You brush past Alec to get to your locker. There you grab the rest of your things and head out, though it’s quite a few hours before closing time. Nothing gets by Normal, who stops you at the reception desk.

“Hey, hey, Missy! Where the hell’re you going?” he asks. “Get back here. I’ve got packages that need homes.”

“I’m taking some much needed PTO,” you quip.

“You don’t have PTO. It’s not that kind of business,” Normal says.

“Then bite me,” you snap. “How’s that?”

Most of the room stills into quiet shock. You feel the weight of their gazes, your coworkers and friends, including Normal’s slackened face.

You’re normally not one to talk back. You accept your assignments without question, not wanting to cause undue trouble for yourself. Like everyone else here, you need your job, and you have nothing to fall back on.

But it’s enough, and you’re thoroughly done with today.

Your saving grace is that it’s plain to see how shaken up you are, even when you leave. Alec approaches the receptionist desk with Sketchy, drumming his hand on the counter absently. 

“What the hell crawled up her keister?” Normal remarks. “She’s lucky I’m short staffed right now, or she’d be in the can.”

Despite his strong talk, he resumes collecting paperwork and organizing files to distract himself from how much you’d taken him aback.

Alec frowns.

“She uh, had to deal with some Steelheads,” he offers, and hesitates. “...What the hell’s a Steelhead?”

“Yeah, you know, they’re into implants and biotech stuff,” Sketchy explains.

“She would know better than to hang out with those low lives,” Normal interjects. “They’re amped off their gourds on hormones and who knows what else.”

Alec processes that with a deepening frown. He decides to head out onto his next “delivery.”

He makes it to Sector 4 on his bike within an hour, but he still envies Max’s motorcycle. When he racks up enough cash, he’s definitely scoring a faster ride.

For now, he pulls up near the address he sent you to earlier. He never should’ve given you his drugs to sell, especially when he clearly doesn’t know this city well enough yet.

Poor reconnaissance, Alec, he thinks. Sloppy.

Though when did he start to think of himself as Alec and not by his designation, 494?

He’s soon taken out of his musings when he sees a gaggle of three men outside a cargo van. Each of them is uglier than the last, with metal spikes, among other things sticking out from their bodies. Steelheads. They’ve got to be.

These are the guys who harassed you.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Alec says, climbing off his bike. The men turn to the newcomer with suspicious frowns.

“I’m looking for three fugly Steelheads that hassled a friend of mine this morning,” he says.

One is tall, pale and wiry, and he opens his arms wide. “Well, you found ‘em.”

He has a British accent. The sight of him alone grates on Alec, though all he shows is calm confidence. He teases the short one, who seems to be missing an arm. Apparently he’s “pre-op,” set to get a new cyber arm made of Japanese steel.

Fucking wackos, Alec thinks. Manticore could learn a thing or two from these guys about mutilation.

“Here’s the thing, fellas,” Alec says. “My friend was carrying a package that didn’t belong to her. It belonged to me. You guys took it, and I need to get it back.”

The first man scoffs. “There seems to be a breakdown in communication, doesn’t it?”

He approaches Alec, hands on his hips, with his two cronies behind him. Alec can already smell their stench from where he stands. He doesn’t need them to get any closer.

“Maybe your little bitch didn’t relay our message,” he says, pushing his luck.

Alec’s smile sharpens; a deadly warning in and of itself.

“Nobody around here sells Andy but us,” says another of them.

Androxtamine. Alec didn’t care to be a drug dealer. It was just a means to an end in order to pay Max back for her help a little while back. Now, his buyer is pissed that he didn’t get his damn drugs, and Alec is out $500.

He tries to explain that calmly to this group of weirdos, but the leader is just so damn cocky.

“What’s a puff like you need with $500 anyway, eh?” he asks.

Alec’s smirk deepens. He mimics the guy’s accent and replies, “Actually, I need it for a ride on your mum.”

Well, the Steelheads don’t take too kindly to that. They try their best, Alec will hand it to them. But his genetics and training make the resulting “fight” no more than child’s play. He takes his frustrations out of their asses.

He can’t help being slightly more brutal than necessary when he remembers the fear lingering behind your eyes. The bloody cut on your cheek. The way it could’ve been so much worse…

And it would’ve been your fault. Alec’s lips press into a line.

Logan Cale, Max’s rich non-boyfriend and secret “Eyes Only” vigilante, calls Alec halfway through his venting session to, surprisingly, ask for his help.

Alec agrees, because it’s mainly for Max. A creature has been killing cops in Seattle. Unfortunately, the description of a “man-dog” sounds way too much like Joshua, their fellow transgenic in hiding.

It also means Alec has to spend most of his afternoon in a musty sewer.

The job ends up being a bitch and a half, even when Max finally shows up to help out. The true culprit ends up being Joshua’s brother, Isaac, who Joshua is forced to stop before he kills any more policemen who remind him of Manticore’s abusive guards.

The gentle Joshua ends up having to take out his own brother. Something that’s both familiar, and foreign to Alec. (But he’s sure it’s not so foreign to Max.)

It’s a harrowing scene, and a touch too emotional for Alec’s comfort. He leaves Max to tend to Joshua in the aftermath and catches a ride home with Logan. Somehow though, as bone tired and grimy as he feels, Alec can’t feel right about going home just yet.

Something is niggling in the back of his mind, forcing him to hand Logan a scrap of paper that holds your address. (Alec might’ve snuck into Normal’s office before he left for the day to find out where you lived on your employee file.)

“Hey, can you stop at this address?” Alec asks.

Logan glances at the piece of paper and nods. He then looks over at Alec. They aren’t friends, but Logan is perceptive enough to know that something’s weighing on his passenger.

“Everything okay?” Logan asks.

“There’s something I have to do,” Alec supplies.

When they eventually arrive to what seems like an abandoned building, Logan looks over at Alec.

“Good luck,” he offers.

Alec nods gratefully. They aren’t friends, but he supposes Logan’s not so bad, even if he is a slave to Max’s supposed charms.

Alec gets out of the car and head inside the building. It’s old and dirty, and he really can’t believe you live like this. It lacks security and basic hygiene. If he wanted to, he could kick straight through your door with half of his strength.

Instead, he knocks.

A few moments later, he hears your feet padding cautiously to the door.

“Who is it?” you ask. Your voice is familiar and pleasant to his ears, if nervous.

“It’s me, Alec,” he replies.

It takes a second of your hesitation, but you unlock the door and open it.

He eyes your tank-top and shorts, the thin bra, your damp hair, the smell of your shampoo assaulting his heightened senses. 

But the jagged red line across your cheek draws his attention, along with the confusion in your eyes, and the wooden spoon in your hand. Was that supposed to be your weapon of choice? 

“What’re you doing here?” you ask. “How’d you even know where I live?”

“Ah, I told Normal I wanted to check on you. Make sure you weren’t going AWOL on the job tomorrow,” Alec says with a teasing smile.

You look a bit skeptical, but you let him in when he asks if he can. He smells whatever you’re cooking, spots the metal pot of pasta sauce simmering on the janky-looking stove, and his mouth starts to water. He’s starving, now that he thinks about it.

He then focuses on taking in the rest of the apartment…and it doesn’t take him long. This place is a shoebox.

At least it’s clean, as much as the peeling drywall can be.

“Why’re you here then?” you ask. Alec turns to see you have a hand on your hip. You’re staring at him like he’s a puzzle you’re trying to figure out.

You set down the wooden spoon on the counter and face him. Alec’s tempted to brush a stray strand of hair out of your eyes, but he keeps his arms down to his sides instead.

“About what happened today,” he says. “Those guys aren’t going to be a problem for you again.”

You tilt your head at him.

“What’d you do?” you ask with furrowed brows. “Something shy of legal?”

Alec starts to smile. “Maybe.”

You hmph in response. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

Alec barely resists rolling his eyes, though he knows he deserves that. Once again, he takes in your apartment. It’s cozy, he supposes, if small.

“You live alone?” he asks. “No roommate? Boyfriend?”

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” you say dryly. “But no. To both.” 

That satisfies him, and yet there’s a little churn in his gut. This place is questionable at best. Doesn’t exactly boast decent security. He’s not too worried about the Steelheads trying to find you, but after the past few months outside of Manticore, he realizes how rough it’s become for humanity after the Pulse, especially for a woman alone.

“You could use a doorman around here,” he remarks. 

You scoff in amusement. “Yeah, well. It may not be the Ritz, but as long as the heater doesn’t crap out on me, it’s a decent day.” 

Alec doesn’t know what the Ritz is, but it sounds nicer than this dump. 

You catch the silent look of judgment on his face, making you frown and cross your arms.

“I can take care of myself just fine, okay, Dad?”

Alec frowns and gestures to your face. “Yeah. Right. You’re little miss Fight Club.”

That sparks your temper. You glare up at him with a defiant tilt to your chin.

“This,” you point to your marred cheek, “wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you. I’m not an idiot. I don’t put myself in stupid situations, except for that one time I ignored my better judgment to help you!”

Alec glowers back at you, but he knows he doesn’t have a good defense. You take a step into his orbit and tap a finger into his chest.

“And by the way,” you add. Your voice cracks like a whip. “Whoever taught you how to apologize did a bang up job!”

By the end of your little rant, you’re breathing deeply, and Alec is barely holding onto his own temper. What cuts through it all are the frustrated tears brimming in your eyes.

He sighs internally.

They didn’t exactly cover this in training, he thinks, but he supposes that's just…Being Human 101.

All too soon, your anger dims into defensiveness. You withdraw from him and gesture to the door.

“Now if you don’t mind, please get out of my shithole apartment so I can finish cooking in peace,” you gripe.

“Wait, wait,” Alec implores, when you try to lead him out. He lets you back him up a step or two, just to seem human, but now he digs his heels in. He looks down at you with true regret. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. His hand finds your unmarred cheek, caressing softly. His thumb swipes across your skin. “I am. I shouldn't have asked you to make that delivery. I'm sorry you got hurt.”

You stare up at him, breathing labored, and making your breasts just barely brush his sternum. Your eyes search his just as much as he is yours.  

He isn’t actually sure who moves first, him or you. But when his lips meet yours, it feels like electricity under his skin. It’s magnets that are meant to connect—it’s his arms wrapping around your waist like steel bands and you grabbing his face, sinking your fingers into his sandy brown hair.

It’s teeth clicking and tongues warring as he backs you up to the kitchen counter, and he hefts you up there by your hips.

You squeal in surprise, making Alec chuckle before he swallows your sounds with his mouth.

You start to push his jacket off his shoulders, and he helps you, letting the rest of it slide right off, followed by his shirt and your tank top. His hands smooth up your bare thighs and his thumbs dip in between, squeezing near the apex of your thighs and making you tremble against his chest. Warmth pools in your core even from that simple touch.

“W-Wait,” you whisper. 

It makes Alec pause. His muscles tense. Has he read you wrong? 

He searches your face for a sign of discomfort. If you don’t want this, it’ll be…hard, at this point (for more reasons than one). But if he has to, he’ll let you go.

He’s relieved when you only twist away for a moment to turn off the stove. You return to him with a smile as your hands come to rest on his chest. You bite your lower lip. 

“Shall we continue?” he teases. 

His thumb encourages you to let go of your lip. He takes your chin between his fingers and guides you back to him.

The next kiss burns with a slower passion. One that consumes you enough to hook your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips. 

He grins against your lips and lifts you again, this time holding you firmly against him. You make another sound of surprise, but you don’t let that stop you from delving deeper into his kiss. 

He carries you into the bedroom and slams the rickety door.

Afterwards, the two of you lay together on the wrong side of your bed. 

Alec lies on his stomach and you on your back. The night had gotten such that you stopped caring which side you typically put your pillow on. Your hair is fanned out on the mattress in many tangles he took pride in creating.

A shitty show plays on your small TV, but Alec is watching with rapt attention. 

He’s kind of cute about it actually, you think. Like he’s never seen a soap opera before. 

“Ooh, that one’s my favorite,” you point backwards. “It’s about a sexy doctor, obviously.”

“Right, because I’m sure doctors always have this much sex with their patients,” Alec quips. 

You snort and shake your head. You stare at the side of his face for a moment, rather than the TV. 

The back of his hand rubs against your shoulder, earning your attention. 

“What’re you thinking?” he asks. He’s still looking at the screen.

“That I’m even hungrier now, but I don’t feel like getting up,” you admit with a giggle. He laughs.

“I wouldn’t mind some chow,” he says. 

You roll onto your stomach, taking some of the sheets with you when your knee slides over, resting against his naked lower back. You lean your chin on his shoulder as your hand travels across his back. 

“Is that your way of inviting yourself over for dinner?” you ask. 

He looks over at you then. He’s grinning, but his eyes are a touch softer, you think.

“If you don’t mind me crashing,” he says.

You shake your head and sift your fingers through his hair. Your gaze drifts down the back of his neck and catches on a strange mark. It’s a barcode, you realize, touching it lightly with two fingers. 

“What’s this? A prison tat?” you tease. 

He chuckles humorlessly. “Sort of.”

Your amusement fades, but your soft fingers along the back of his neck elicit a small shiver out of him. Your touch is gentle. He isn’t used to gentle, and it makes goosebumps spread across his skin. He feels your lips press a kiss to his shoulder next, and he turns his head to look at you. 

Beautiful, he thinks, taking in your face again, and the hint of cleavage down the sheets covering you, hiding the familiar curves he had all too much fun exploring.

“You gonna tell me the story?” you ask. “Or save it for a rainy day?”

Alec lets out a sigh through his nose. “Let’s pencil that one under the ‘Rainy’ column.”

You nod in agreement and bite your lip. These days, everyone has a story they’re not proud of. Even something that keeps them up at night. You don’t press Alec for his.

He’s grateful for that. He leans in and kisses you, nice and slow.

From the beginning, he noticed you. Your tenacity. Your quiet confidence. How you’re always willing to help your friends, and how you’ve never taken any of his shit, even if he knew part of you had been contemplating his suggestive offers. That spark always kept him coming back for more…and somehow, it became more.

In the back of his mind, this scares him a little. Being with you feels dangerous in a way that feels both familiar and foreign, but it’s too late. He’s been hooked by the pull of you. It’s a craving he can’t help but try and fill. Hopefully, not just tonight.  

“You said something about food?” he grins.

You smile and lean in again, until you’re mere inches from his lips. 

“Hmm, impromptu dinner date?” you offer. Alec laughs quietly and nods.

“We kinda went about this backwards,” you say, “but if you like spaghetti and plain sauce, I’m your girl.”

He smirks at that, and thumbs at your chin.

“Then you’re my girl.”

AN: And there's Part 1! It's only my second time writing Alec, so I hope he feels in character. Let me know what you think of this little series so far. 😘💜

There's much more in store over the next three parts, and the next one tackles perhaps my favorite episode (2.11), even if it's the most gutting.

Next Time:

“All right, that’s enough outta you,” Alec says, and he claims you with a more demanding kiss. His fingers sink into your hair tightly.  

But you press your hand to his cheek, making him pause for a moment. The amusement fades from his eyes the longer he stares into yours. You’re not teasing or joking anymore. 

You kiss him then with meaning. With tenderness. 

You don’t know how it makes that coil of guilt grip him like a vice.

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spoilers for the jujutsu kaisen manga under the cut (including the latest chapters)

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you"

Pairing:nobara kugisaki x gn reader

A/n:nobara is baaaaackkkk!!! I made this to celebrate its fluff to angst to fluff. I know I should probably wait for the vote to end but it's at like 98% yes and I wanted to release this before the new chapter

"Do you wanna get married someday?"

Your sudden question made nobara almost choke on the Boba tea she was sipping on

"Where is this coming from?"

"I dunno it just popped into my mind, you look beautiful right now, the sunlight reflecting on you,your hair, everything really. When I looked at you my brain just said:I want this woman to be my wife one day"

"That's so cheesy, have you been reading romance novels or something?"

"I didn't hear a no~"

Nobara giggled before answering

"If you really wanna know then yes, you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with"

"Great! Imagine how beautiful our wedding will be, I promise I'll buy you the most gorgeous dress I can find so that I can brag about how breathtaking my wife looks in it"

"OK I'm totally sold now, Imagine how jealous all of the girls will be, and then when they ask me where I got it I can say "oh my spouse got it for me, aren't they awesome" OK when are you proposing to me?"

Now, it was your turn to giggle at her enthusiasm

"Well we're too young now plus I don't have a ring, but I can do this, put your hands on the table"

"Hm? Why?"

"Just do it, it'll be fun"

"*sighs* alright"

As Nobara put her cup of Boba on the table and did as you instructed you put your own hands over hers

"Nobara kugisaki, do you hereby promise to say yes whenever y/n l/n will ask you the question "will you marry me?"

After a moment of confusion the brown haired girl burst out laughing

"What are we middle schoolers? This is so dumb"

"Just promise, you already told me you wanna marry me so what's the problem?"

Nobara sighed and looked at you with a smile, despite how she acted towards your antics it was one of the many reasons why she loved you

"Alright,alright, I promise I will say yes"

"Yay we're officially almost engaged now"

"This is so stupid.....but it's nice I guess. Knowing I'll marry you one day makes me happy.....I love you"

"Love you too"

You two got closer to each other and kissed passionately before pulling back and just staring into each other's eyes with nothing but love and adoration. You looked into your girlfriend's beautiful brown eyes...

One of which was now missing.

This wasn't supposed to happen, no, this should not have happened. You could have prevented this. You could have warned her earlier. You could have moved her out of the way. You could have killed mahito earlier. You should have done something. But no matter your regrets, mahito still touched her, she was still a body on the floor with a pool of blood around her right eye.

You knew it was selfish of you to stay by her side while Yuji and Todo fought the disaster curse, but you just couldn't do it. Her last words were still fresh in your mind a cliche declaration of her love for you, why did she say that? Why did she still love you even after you couldn't protect her? It would have been easier for you to hear that she hated you

You couldn't bring yourself to believe what Arata said, that there might still be a chance that nobara was still alive, because if you clinged onto that hope and it turned out to be false, you would be back at the deepest pit of despair.

You just stayed there crying near her body mumbling apologies

You didn't even have time to mourn her when you came back from shibuya as you got immediately dragged into the culling games. No one recognized you anymore, after nobara's death, you became cold aggressive with the only objective of slaughtering every curse you saw, that was already your job but seeing the girl you loved get killed by the most sadistic and human hating curse you ever saw fueled your hate for them even more.

This was it, the final battle with sukuna, after unsealing gojo and training for the battle it all seemed to lead to this moment, you prayed that nobara was watching over you and prepared for the battle.

You saw sorcerers fall one by one against the king of curses, gojo,kashimo,higuruma, choso, it eventually was your turn to face him with yuji, your fight lasted for long with people like todo, Hana and even yuta who had taken gojo's body coming to help you but eventually it was down to you two against the strongest sorcerer in history.

After yuji opened his domain, you started to deal blows to sukuna in hopes of destroying hollow wicker basket, and to your surprise, megumi actually started to fight back against the sorcerer who had stolen his body, yuji must have finally got through to him, you were about to land another punch when......

Sukuna winced in pain, but no one had touched him, that pain, that way of attack, you would have recognized it anywhere: it was voodoo.

'T-that's nobara's technique'

Your thoughts were interrupted by yuji landing the biggest black flash you ever saw that resulted in him coming out of megumi's body

It was over. Sukuna was defeated and while you were glad it ended like this, you still couldn't celebrate, you were too lost in your own thoughts.

'The only person who can copy cursed techniques is yuta and he can't do that anymore........was that.....really nobara?'

Yuji noticed your your expression and started talking to you

"I saw that too, that was nobara"

"B-but she's dead, you saw what mahito did to her!"

"Remember what Nitta said, he healed her so there's still a chance"

".........do you think she still loves me?"

"Uh?"

"I failed to protect her and after she died I did nothing but stand her crying I didn't even try to avenge her like you"

"......I think she would slap you if she heard you talking like this. Of course she still does have you forgotten her last words?"

"........we still don't know if she's alive for sure, let's go"

You were still lost in your thoughts as you walked back to jujutsu high, you went to the infirmary for shoko to heal you, but after she did she told you to wait there. You wondered why but deep down you knew.

Shoko came back with a person walking behind her, her short brown hair making it obvious who it was, even with one eye missing and a eyepatch in its place you could still recognize that loving smile she was looking at you with

"Hey, it's been a while hasn't it?"

You immediately tackled her into a hug as she wrapped her arms around you, nobara felt tears stain her shirt but she couldn't care less

"I-i *sniff* I thought you died, I thought *sobs* I was never gonna see you again"

"It's alright now, I'm here and I'll never leave you again, I promise"

You continued crying into your your girlfriend's chest as she comforted you. When you calmed down, you looked at her smiling face, her one eye staring at you with the look you longed to receive for so long

"You look so beautiful"

"Even with the eyepatch?"

"Especially with the eyepatch, it makes you look even more badass"

"Eh, thanks I'm glad you think so"

After a bit of silence you spoke up again

"I'm sorry"

"Hm? For what?"

"For not protecting you, and not avenging you, I didn't do anything but watch while you "died" I'm really sorry"

"Please don't say that, anyone would feel like that seeing their lover die, hell I would have probably done the same, you were in pain and I forgive you....you don't need to apologize"

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding and looked back at nobara with a wide smile

"I'm glad you're here, I don't know what I would have done if you stayed dead"

"Don't think about that, I'm alive now and that's what matters"

You two pressed your lips into each other, it was the first kiss you had in months and it was amazing. All of the love nobara wanted to give you, all of the love you missed out on was there, you forgot her kisses felt this good or maybe it was the fact that she was alive making it better but no matter what it was the kiss was the best you ever had

"Thank you......for being alive"

Epilogue:

"So why did you call me?"

You watched as your girlfriend walked into the living room of your shared home in Tokyo, nobara didn't want to return to the countryside so after becoming professional sorcerers you brought a house to live in together.

"I have something very special for you"

"Oh really? What Is it?"

You smiled and immediately got on one knee pulling out a small box and opening it to reveal a beautiful ring

"Nobara kugisaki,I love you, losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me, it felt like a piece of me was missing when I thought you died, I never want to feel like that again, I want to be with you forever so will you marry me?"

Nobara looked at you with her mouth wide open before her look of shock quickly turned into a smile

"I already promised I'd say yes didn't I?"

"You remember that stupid promise?"

"Of course, I've been waiting for you to propose to me ever since, yes I will marry you"

You smiled brightly and put the ring on her finger bonding you two forever before kissing her passionately

"Do you wanna start planning the wedding right away"

"Geez you're so impatient, but I wouldn't mind after all, you're the person I want to spend forever with, I will never leave you again"

"......thank you"

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere! Bully! x Fem! Reader

TW: Suicide, suicidal thoughts

A/N: This piece was requested by ElinaHiganbana on Wattpad.

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It was senior year and the night of prom. Everything had been going well until it was time for the slow dance. That's when you saw your boyfriend kissing your best friend on the dancefloor. You feel tears run down your cheeks and ran to your hiding place in the woods. Now, you're sitting on the grass, looking at your pitiful reflection in the stream's water.

Maybe I was right to come here looking for a way to end it all? I always felt like I belonged in water. Maybe Adin was right when he said I'm stupid and worthless. Isn't there a beautiful estuary around here?

You take off your silver high heeled shoes, and follow the stream. You smell saltwater and start to cry more. Your feet and the end of your dress are stained brown with mud. Maybe by some mercy of a god somewhere, you'll live.

Meanwhile, your longtime bully, Adin Crossworth, is looking for you on the dancefloor.

"Does anyone know where Y/N is?" Adin asks aloud.

"She ran out of here after seeing her boyfriend locking lips with her best friend," A girl named Eva answers, sitting at a table.

Adin stomps to your boyfriend and pushes him against a wall, keeping a steady arm on his neck.

"If I find Y/N dead tonight, I'm coming to kill you and her so called best friend. Now where is she?!" Adin threatens, trying not to kill him right then and there.

"The woods. She loves the woods, specifically the stream. She wanted to see the estuary nearby someday," Your ex-boyfriend answers, stuttering.

Adin throws your ex to the side and runs out to his car. He takes off into the woods and parks in a ditch nearby the woods. He runs into the woods and follows the stream. He sees the high heel holes in the ground until they stop in a spot where moonlight hits the water.

"Y/N! Where are you?" Adin yells, hoping you're nearby.

A loud splash nearby makes all the alarms in his body ring. He sees your footprints and runs until they stop. When he gets to the estuary, he sees your dirtied shoes tucked inbetween the roots of a mangrove tree.

"No. Nononono!" Adin screams, looking for any sign of life. "Y/N! Come out! This isn't funny!"

Nothing but the sound of frogs, birds, and the stream respond to him. Then, bubbles float to the surface and pop. Adin's eyes widen, and he throws his coat and dives into the water. He desperately searches for you, and eventually, finds your body on top of a mangrove root. Adin puts you into his arms, bringing you back to the surface. He checks your pulse, and feels nothing. He immediately begins CPR. After ten minutes that felt like eternity, your eyes flash to life, and you're throwing up water next to Adin's shoes. You cough for several minutes, then focus your blurry vision onto Adin.

"Why? Why couldn't you let me leave this miserable life behind?!" You cry, tears streaming down your mascara- stained cheeks.

Adin holds your head on his chest and lets you cry till you feel better.

"Sh, it's ok. I've got you," Adin whispers, holding a gentle hand on the back of your head.

"Why? Just why?" You weep, clinging to your bully's chest. "I though you wanted me, the miserable, stupid, worthless bitch that nobody loves, gone?"

"No, I love you. I'm an asshole for bullying you, but I should have dealt with my feelings for you in a better way. I want you to be mine. I want you to feel safe and loved with me."

"Well, it looks like you're the only one who loves me now."

"I want to say that's true, but I know your family and real friends love you."

You kiss Adin, and you both makeout like it's just you in the world. Maybe it's the lack of oxygen in your brain, but you enjoy every minute of his lips on yours.

"Can you stand up?" Adin asks, holding you tight.

"Yes, I think I can," You answer, grabbing your heels.

"Great, we can go to the hospital. Once you're ok, I can take you home or do whatever you want."

"Can we get some food on the way there?"

"Of course, my love."

Adin helps you into his car, and you two drive off into the night. You two silently sit in the ER, and eventually you're in a hospital bed.

~~~~~~

Two days after you are discharged from the hospital, Adin takes you back to the woods when the night begins to shine. Your prom dress is as good as new, and the high heels are just as clean.

"Adin, I thought I told you I didn't want to remember this night," You say as you look at the moonlight hitting the stream.

"I know you don't want to remember prom, so I'm remaking it into something better," Adin says, holding your hand as he guides you to the estuary. "Welcome to what I call the Night of Lovers."

Time slows as you look at the fireflies in jars strung onto tree branches. A small boombox is sitting on a mangrove root, and there's a trail of giant lily pads leading to weeping willow on a small island.

"How'd you do this?" You ask in shock.

"I asked some of my buddies to decorate this place while you were in the hospital," Adin admits, kissing your hand. "Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me? Yes!" You reply, jumping on Adin and kissing him passionately.

Adin spins you around a little and gently place you on the ground. He removes your shoes, and carries you princess style. He thought the wooden platforms underneath the lily pads would hold you both, but he was wrong. You both go crashing into the water, and you giggle. Adin carries you through the water, putting you on the small island. Music starts to play, and you two slowdance. You rest your head on his shoulder, taking in the smell of salt water on both of you. Adin's hand goes to your wet back keeping a firm hold. He kisses and dips you before leading you to the weeping willow with a blanket near the roots. There's a basket with two blankets.

"Adin, what's all this?" You ask, leaning your back on the willow.

"The best night of your life," Adin responds, kissing you again.

Your leg wraps around Adin's leg, and he kisses your neck. His hands pull down your zipper, and you slide to the blanket. Adin takes off your dress and his coat. He strips the rest of his clothes away, leaving a trail of kisses on your chest. You guide his head toward your crotch, and he looks at you eagerly. His tongue comes out and slowly licks your pussy.

"Adin!" You squeal, your thighs wrapping around his head.

Adin begins to lick your pussy faster, and your moans become erratic. He kisses your folds, and suddenly your stomach feels funny.

"Adin, I-I feel strange!" You cry, not knowing what to do.

"It's ok, baby! Just focus on the pleasure," Adin replies, returning to eating you out.

"Ah! Aha! Adin!" You moan, cumming on Adin's tongue.

His tongue pulls out of you, and you rest a little on the weeping willow. Adin swallows your cum, then gently tugs at your panties.

"If you want to end it here, I'm ok with that. I'm ok with anything you decide," Adin says, looking up at you.

"I wanna go further," You state, cupping his face.

Adin smiles and takes both his and your panties off. He puts you in missionary position, looking at you with love.

"Are you ready?" Adin asks, kissing your cheek.

"Yes."

Adin puts a condom on his dick, then slowly sticks his penis inside you, making you flinch. He waits for you to adjust, then puts the rest of himself inside you.

"Adin, it hurts," You cry, trying to get used to him.

"Do you want me to pull out?" Adin asks, holding both of your hands.

"Wait, no! Just give me a couple of minutes! I swear I'll be ready to continue! I promise!" You plead, making Adin sigh worriedly.

"Y/N, I don't want to hurt you during sex. I don't want to hurt you ever again."

"I know, but I want this."

Adin waits for you to be ready, then sees your head nod. He pulls out of you slightly, and thrusts softly.

"Hn!" You moan, arching you back. "Adin, more."

He stars to thrust at a moderate speed, sending you into bliss.

"Hgn! Ah! Y/N!" Adin moans, holding both of your hands.

He kisses you while thrusting, making you go crazy. Adin thrusts faster, and your body feels electric.

"Adin, I-I love you!" You cry out, feeling your high reaching its peak.

Adin stops moaning and thrusting.

"I love you too, darling," Adin says, feeling a shiver of pleasure move through his spine.

You both cum together, and stay together, for a minute. Adin kisses you, and you turn his single post sex kiss into a makeout session. Both of you leave hickies on each other, embracing your newfound love for each other.

Adin pulls out of you, and reaches into the basket for the second blanket. He places it over you, then cleans himself up. You look at him and want his touch again. You move closer to Adin, then throw the blanket on both of you.

"Let's stay here until the sunrise," You say, holding his arm.

"As you wish, my love," Adin replies, kissing your forehead.

The frogs and birds singing in the estuary lull the two of you to sleep. You fall asleep on Adin's chest with your lovely new boyfriend holding you tightly. 

[mchlgayser]

hellooo can u do a green/red flags list for kunigami? thank u <3

( ✮ ) OUR RELATIONSHIP ft kunigami rensuke

🧺 𓂃⭑ᜊ an: I know I've said this a million times but I enjoy doing things u guys asked me to! It gives me extra motivation rather than when I'm doing it on my storylines sksksksjsk anyways, enjoy xx

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Kunigami wasn't a red flag type of guy AT ALL! I think he was the definition of the walking green flag. He walks so the rest of Blue Lock can run (fr). His first green flag would be:

His way to start the relationship. I think he would be the guy that would do the cliche date just to confess. He would set a date at the beach. An (unofficial) picnic date on the beach, watching the sunset, walking along the seaside, and hand in hand y'know, that type of date. At the end of the day, he would just hold your hand and told you how much he loves you, how long he's been in love with you. (You'd cried btw 😞)

After you both are official, he will continue showing love, he know what he has to do and whatnot. He will literally do as you said, if you said 'no pda' then no it is but if you wanna be extra clingy then he'll let you. He is like a puppy (to you only 😋). He is best at his words. Just know what to say to make you feel better on your bad/red days etc.

His love language is WORDS OF AFFIRMATIONS EVERYBODY!!!! *massive applause* AND PSYCHICAL TOUCH!!! I just know he'll give you the best warm hug and then pat your back on a soothing manner and then give you a sweet words of comfort and lul you to sleep sometimes.

Kunigami is a man of his words. If he said tomorrow you both are going on a date even A LAST MINUTE morning practice can't stop this guy. He'll ditched the world to keep his promises with you.

He is neat ok ok ok. Not like Barou but he's a clean person. Well organized and tidy. There would be a time where he would just slump on you after practices but that rarely happened. Once in two months???? He loves helping you straighten up, you two even had a routine and time which do this job for the day.

Oh and he loves cuddling! Doesn't matter in bed, on the couch, outside, at school or anywhere he loves cuddle! He would just sit by your side arms entangling and head in between your neck and shoulder.

Okay I did say he was a walking green flag but he has his red flag too, Okay it wasn't obvious and damaging but it's still a red flag ok. Only one!

Insensitivity. This man is blurred, dumb, curious, and confused 24/7! You can sit at a table with friends, guys, and girls. Girls can surround him, flirting and giving him smooth pick-up lines but this man would just look in between them and nodded. It was not like he was paying attention or anything but he can't say no! He was not enjoying it NO! But he doesn't know what to do! The boy is confused all the time, sometimes you have to do the work and get him out of awkward situations. And he would still just look at you starting dumbly and goes like 'What happened?' He's like a puppy but with a little time it irks you! Not really but you are kind of pissed off at his confuse demeanor

But he makes it up, by saying sorry and lets you explain to him what to do when he's ever in that situation again! Of course, he should speed up and run.

Lastly, The relationship is still going strong, and sometimes it even crossed his mind to marry you someday. Seeing you walking down the aisle with a a stunning white dress with flowers in hand and him waiting for you with his black tuxedo. Kissing to wrap up the beautiful moment. He can only smile and wait until he got a permanent job to buy you a diamond ring ( you always told him to make you a paper ring only! You loved it!!' and propose and live happily with you!!!! The end.

[am-i-interrupting]

I really REALLY need a fic where Caitlyns daiting fem!Zaun!reader and now reader always sneek into Caitlyns room to see her(this takes before vander died) and one say cassandra caught them and pointed her gun at reader,who got flashbacks from the battle on the bridge and she has a panic attack where cait comes in and shields her and trys to comfort her at the same time.

You dont need to do this request its just stuck in my mind currently.

Safety In Home

Tags: 2k words, young!caitlyn, young!reader, fluff & angst, PTSD flashbacks, guns, death mention

You met Caitlyn while she was out with a man she called Jayce. She was hovering around him, picking things up and examining them. She asked questions about why he would need certain things while he gave her half answers, probably because of your obvious company.

Eventually she got tired of his not completely honest answers and turned to you. She started asking questions and you answered, asked some of your own. You quickly got on and eventually she started coming in to hang around the shop and occasionally buy things to take home. Then one night it was late and dark and you, used to the dangers of the Undercity, offered to walk her home and she said yes.

It was raining and you were both soaked by the time you arrived at the gated house. Your breath was taken away just by the sight of it. It was huge. All the houses in the era were larger and more fancy than you’d ever seen in your life.

“Well, this is me,” Caitlyn said, tugging at the bottom of her shirt.

“You’ve got a nice house,” you said.

“Yeah, maybe someday you can come inside,” she said, bumping her shoulder with yours. “I should go, my mom’s probably worried.”

“Yeah,” you said, a jealousy prickling your insides.

Caitlyn grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “I actually wanted to ask you a question,” she said. “Do you want to go on a date? You can say no! But I really like you and not in a platonic way but I really also wanna stay friends so you can say no if you think it’s too much or you don’t want to or—“

“I’d love to,” you told her and she smiled.

She brushed some of the hair stuck to her forehead away from it and squeezed your hand. “How about this weekend? Meet me at the bridge?”

“Sounds perfect,” you said.

You went back to the Last Drop with the smallest skip in your step.

“You look happy,” Vander said as you sat down at the counter. “What happened?”

You sat back in your seat. “Can I just be happy?” you asked.

“No, no, of course you can,” he said, moving to grab you a cup and make you a nonalcoholic drink. “Just wondering what made you come in with such a big smile on your face is all.”

You shrugged and looked off to the side. It wasn’t busy tonight. It normally wasn’t when rain was on the forecast, except for the occasional few who came in trying to escape it.

Vander handed you your cup and you took it before you went downstairs to find Vi, Powder, Claggor, and Mylo all sitting, sprawled out over the couches.

“You’re late,” Vi said.

You took a long sip of your drink and spun around as you debated whether or not to tell them before you just blurted it out, “I’ve got a date this weekend.”

Powder was the first to react, sitting straight where she was hunched over the table, a screwdriver and whatever she was working on once in hand now on the table. “What?!” she asked, no anger, simply excitement in her tone.

“You? You got a date?” Mylo asked.

“Congratulations,” Claggor said, “who is it?”

Powder stood up and grabbed your hand. “Can I help you pick out an outfit?” she asked, tugging on your hand once with every word.

“Huh,” Vi said as she relaxed in her chair.

Together, with all their help (Mylo being the least helpful and Ekko heard from Powder and coming in to help), you picked out an outfit. It was your only pair of pants that weren’t covered in patchwork or holes paired with a cropped, sleeveless shirt with frog buttons in a color Claggor and Ekko swore matched your skin tone perfectly and shoes that Vi helped you clean and try to shine. You also let Powder do your hair.

You met Caitlyn at the bridge and she looked at you with eyebrows high, eyes wide, and mouth low as a blush started to fork over her cheeks. She held out her hand and led you into the woods.

“I found this place while I was doing some target practice,” she said.

Eventually you got to a small pond. Caitlyn spread out the blanket she got while you squatted near the water. You put your hand under it and watched it drip off your fingers when you brought it out. You’d never seen water this clean, especially water that hadn’t been run through some piping system.

“This place is beautiful,” you said.

“I know, right?” Caitlyn replied as she started taking foods and drink out of a basket she’d brought. “It’s nice to get away from the cities, all the mechanical stuff and just bask in nature.”

“Yeah,” you said, agreeing absentmindedly as you looked up. You could see the sky, blue and clear, through the small clearing in the trees above you. “It really is.”

Caitlyn stood beside you for a moment. Then she hesitantly grabbed your hand. When you squeezed it, still taking in the sights more than you were processing what was happening, she leaned against you.

“Are you hungry? I brought food.”

You ate the best meal you’d ever had that day in company you enjoyed more than you enjoyed most. You laughed a lot. You smiled so much your cheeks hurt. You felt safe. You’d never felt that before but here, with Caitlyn, you truly, fully felt safe. It was a nice feeling to have.

You went back that night with your head in the clouds and recounted everything to Powder who hung onto your every word and Vi who scoffed and acted like she didn’t care but you could tell she did. You were, after all, the first of the group to go on a real date with someone you liked and who liked you, for now they’d have to live vicariously through you.

It didn’t take long into your tentative relationship for Caitlyn to start sneaking you into her room. It was large. A bed bigger than any you’d seen pressed against the middle of the wall, a dresser beside it, a desk in a different corner, a storage box parallel to it. It was huge.

Eventually though, you got into a habit of sneaking into her room after you were finished working and she’d bring you some of the high quality food prepared for a council member and her family for your own dinner. Occasionally you’d save any sweets she may have brought to give to the others. That was when Mylo finally admitted that maybe you having a girlfriend wasn’t a completely awful thing.

You were sneaking in one night when your foot caught the window and you fell. You muffled your own grunt and stayed still for a moment. You couldn’t hear anything, no footsteps, no talking. Maybe no one heard you.

You righted yourself and brushed off your clothes. You’d been trying to keep your clothes cleaned these past few weeks, if purely because you didn’t want to get Caitlyn’s pretty, expensive things dirty. Maybe it didn’t matter as much to her but just a couple things from her room alone could feed you and your friends for over a month in the Lanes.

You sat down on Caitlyn’s footstool and retied your shoe. It was stupid of you to not have done so earlier. You should know better by now. You did, actually. You should do better. Just because Caitlyn was your girlfriend and an alley didn’t mean everyone in Piltover was.

You shook your head as you finished your retying. Then you stood up.

You rocked back and forth on your heels as you debated what to do with your time spent waiting on Caitlyn. Obviously, it couldn’t be something that would draw attention. It couldn’t be loud or cause a lot of movement.

You sighed.

Then suddenly the door opened and a woman holding a rifle was in your face. You immediately stumbled backward.

Powder running for Vi. An enforcer with a rifle. You ran for her. Tackled her down just as a gunshot rang out. Losing sight of Vi in the process.

“Mom! Wait!” Caitlyn’s voice said as you fell to the ground.

Yelling voices drowned out by the sounds of fighting. Fire everywhere. Smoke filled your lungs. Powder’s hand in yours as you continued to search for Vi.

“She’s a friend. She’s my friend,” Caitlyn said as the sound of hurried footsteps drew closer.

Running towards Violet. A bomb sounded in the distance. She grew closer.

A hand gently touched your shoulder.

You grabbed Vi’s hand and yanked her and Powder out of the main thoroughfare of the fighting.

“Hey, are you okay?” Caitlyn asked. “Talk to me. You’re scaring me.”

A body next you. A body far away. Bodies everywhere. Your parents’ bodies. A broken cry for them to be okay, to wake up, they were scaring you.

Caitlyn called your name and ran her hands up and down your arms.

Your name being said, distant, so distant. A hand on your arm guiding you away.

Caitlyn’s hands cradled your face, wiping away tears you hadn’t processed fall. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe, I promise. You're with me.”

“You’re safe here with me, kid. It’s all over now. I promise.”

Caitlyn’s hand grabbed your own and held it to her chest. Your fingers twitched as you could feel her heartbeat, her chest rise and fall.

“Breathe with me,” she said before doing an over exaggerated breath.

“Breathe, kid. Breathe.”

You copied her best you could.

Slowly but surely you calmed down and she held you close. “It’s okay, you’re safe with me,” she said and you believed her. Surrounded by stuffy Piltover things, you believed her.

You slowly wrapped your arms around her and held her just as close. You breathed in the smell of pine trees and nuzzled your head against soft fabric.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” she asked.

“Please,” you said, voice broken.

She helped you up and you almost numbly suggest that she change, don’t want people to know that a Pilty is down in the Lanes. She dressed down as best as she could and dragged you through her front door, past her mom who she glared at and her dad who looked at you with sympathy you didn’t care to see.

For the first time, you led her to your home. Down the mineshaft and through the streets until you got to the Last Drop. You held her hand tightly the entire time and no one gave you trouble, recognizing you as one of Vander’s kids or not seeing you as prime mugging targets.

You opened the door to the Drop and Vander looked up immediately. His brows furrowed with worry and he stepped out from behind the counter.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, pulling you aside and letting you drag Caitlyn along with you.

You didn’t say anything, just used your free arm to hug him. He hugged you back hesitantly, carefully, so gently. Caitlyn squeezed your hand.

“I should probably go,” she said when you pulled away.

“Nonsense,” Vander said. “It’s dangerous at the best of times. Wait until morning at least. Come on, let’s get you downstairs.”

Vander didn’t go back up until he saw you in the care of Vi and Powder who you immediately drew into hugs. You pulled Caitlyn into your bed with the duo of sisters and cuddled up to her while Powder and Vi settled next to you. Powder with her head laying on your thigh and Vi with her hand on your ankle.

Caitlyn gingerly wrapped her arms around your torso and rested her head against yours.

“I love you,” she said in a quiet voice. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

You hugged her back tighter and fell asleep with her in your arms and the tight feeling in your heart just a little bit looser.

[die-as-the-devil]

Here is a very short scene I wrote in my notes a little while ago for Listen Before I Go (which I promise to actually start writing someday). It's just a silly little scene with baby Rosie in it because god I miss baby Rosie. <3

The group of three sat in an awkward, tense silence around the table. It was only awkward and tense for Luca and Fraser, though, really, because Rosie couldn't even tell that anything was off. Rosie was actually having a grand time.

"Did you know that there's a trail in Colorado where you can walk on a path with dinosaur footprints? I think, when you get your license, Fraser, we should drive there and we can live there with Luca," Rosie rambled as she picked the sausage off of her slice of sausage and pepperoni pizza.

Luca and Fraser met eyes briefly only to stare back down at their plates and wallow in the silence.

The silence didn't last long, though. "Did you know that dinosaurs swallowed rocks to help 'em grind up their food in their bellies, and chickens do the same thing?" Rosie went on.

"Eat your food, Rosie," Fraser murmured, pushing her plate closer to her.

Rosie picked up her pizza and took a big bite. She didn't wait to keep going, though. They were actually listening to her, so why not? "Did you know that fossil dinosaur poop is called dung? I wanna buy one."

"Okay, enough," Fraser huffed, pressing his fingers into his eyes and scrunching his face up. "That's not dinner table talk, Rosie. And don't talk with your mouth full, please."

[collecting-stories]

Request: Josh Sanderson x fem!reader (platonic or not, your choice)

Plot: Watching Hocus Pocus with him, asking him if he’s a descendant of the Sanderson sisters

Okay so I actually have only seen Hocus Pocus once in my entire life and I hated it 😂😂 But I do love Josh Sanderson!

Hocus Pocus

To All the Boys I Loved Before Masterlist

"I can't believe you've never seen Hocus Pocus. It's a Halloween classic," Josh stressed, flicking through his Apple library to find the right film. 

"I didn't say I haven't seen it, I said I didn't like it," you pointed out. 

Your exact words, considering the favoritism Josh was displaying at the mention of the film, were probably a lot harsher. You hadn't just said you didn't like it, you had said it was your least favorite movie, possibly of all time. The fact that you still agreed to watch it now should have been proof of your declared love for your best-friend-turned-boyfriend. 

"Which can only mean you hadn't seen it."

"But I have," you replied.

"Then you aren't remembering it correctly, it's iconic," he argued.

"I don't think iconography factors into a movie about three witches trying to kill a virgin or whatever," you replied. 

The 'or whatever' basically signifies that you haven't seen it," Josh pointed out, "you just wanna hate on stuff other people like."

"That's very true but not the case here," you argued, snatching up your weighed dinosaur pillow to make room for Josh to sit next to you on the couch. 

The coffee table had been laid out with popcorn, Doritos, three kinds of soda (coke, mountain dew, and orange crush) and candy salad. Movie dates were never actually at the movies, unless something action packed or superhero themed was premiering at midnight at your local theatre. Instead, movie dates were in his house, in the extra bedroom that his parents had designated as a den when you guys were kids. It used to contain a maze of hot wheels tracks and lego towers but over the years the toys had been replaced with an overstuffed couch, a flat screen TV, and every gaming console Josh could convince his parents to buy for him. 

Before you started dating, when he was still sort of hung up on Margot (and of course prior to Margot when you were just best friends and there wasn't any crushes or dates or boyfriends or girlfriends to navigate), you hung out in the den all the time. It was like a permanent fort with walls and a ceiling. Josh caved when you suggested fairy lights strung up on the ceiling from the overhead light, he talked his mom into black out pillows and he took off the closet doors to turn that space into a small nook for reading when you were both still in middle school. Now you were seniors and talking about college and the future and making an entire apartment your own little den away from the real world someday. 

Today, however, today you were watching Hocus Pocus and the door to the den had to stay ajar in case either of you tried anything (courtesy of the one time you had the door closed and his mom walked in on a fairly heated make-out session). 

"Sanderson sisters?" you questioned, as Bette Midler and her sisters were expositioned. 

"What?" Josh, completely engrossed in a movie that he could literally recite word for word, turned to look at you. 

"The Sanderson sisters...should I be worried?" You teased, "any relation?"

"They're fictional witches."

"That's not an answer," you replied, nudging him, "you could like...grind my bones up into soup or something."

"I am not related to fictional witches...if I was you wouldn't have to worry," he assured, grabbing the dinosaur out of your hands and putting it on the other side of him. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked. 

"Well, if you're paying attention then you'd know that only a virgin can light the candle and summon the Sandersons," he pointed out, "so it wouldn't be you."

"Wow," you drawled, trying to fight back a smile. "Well, you would know."

Josh offered a dopey smile to you, clearly pleased with himself, either for the joke or the sex (or both knowing Josh). When he leaned in, presumably to kiss you, you placed your hand on his chest to stop him from coming any closer to you.

"I'm trying to watch the movie." 

"You are not watching this movie," he replied, matter of fact. 

"I am too! I'm deeply invested in this movie," you insisted, laughing this time as you relaxed your hand, letting him lean in. 

[orionsdestiny]

Ohwow I forgot tumblr existed

Hello frens

I'm going to an anime convention this weekend for the first time since. 2015. New building, gonna be weird. It's also rainy as heck rn, and this convention used to always be hella sunny as a teen. Dangit.

Looking forward to buying some cool merch and art and hanging out c: not cosplaying unfortunately but maybe next year. Gotta cosplay mah boi Cloud Strife. Someday.

Man. My partner and I used to go to this con as teens. We likely were in close proximity but just never met. How weird. Gonna be fun to experience it with him, and one of my close friends who will be tagging along! Her partner is tabling artists alley, she unfortunately didn't get in, so she's just gonna cosplay and chill.

Should be funsies. Just a working from home day tomorrow to get through first. Bah. Lemme win the lottery that I don't play. I wanna nap.

Hope ur all well <3

[noroi1000]

i blacked out an hour ago so im practically high and now i want a jjk oneshot thats absolute crack because i cant find any sbr ones, if ur busy or u odnt wanna do this, just ignore ethis

anyways 😍

all this is is just gojo and geto and shoko to go to burger king and geto doesn't get his order but oh no! gojo's rat falls down a sewer drain, and then wehn they do find the rat its eating geto's burger king order that he didn't get, the end. dont ask abt the weirdness, thanks in advamnce

a/n: Sorry for making this a short headcanon, but when I wrote it earlier, I lost it because it didn't save. I had to write it again.

Additional drawing from me ❤️

Gojo as a rat headcanon

• It all started with Gojo defeating the curse that was a rat. And this curse put a curse on people that could kill them or turn them into a rat.

However, this curse was so weak that he overcame it in one move.

But the tiny rat managed to bite him on the ankle. Who would have thought that such a small rat could be aggressive... The curse was weak because people turned into rodents turned into people very quickly.

One rat disgusts him. It was probably an old grandfather who is decrepit and perhaps disgusting. This rat was bald all over, and looked like a zombie rat.

So he had his assistant pick up the human rats and take them to Shoko for treatment if they were injured. He didn't want to touch the rat, which looked like it had started to mold....

Because that's what the rat looked like.

He left quickly saying that he had another mission.

His mission was to go get a burger because they all wanted it.

He preferred to walk to the dorm than drive in a car with rats running around.

• When he returned to the dorms, his friends were already waiting for him and they started complaining that they had to wait so long for him to come back.

• And when they left, Gojo felt strange. Following his friend, he felt as if he was shrinking.

He wanted to reach for his friend's sleeve to draw attention to him. But before he could do that, he shrank completely.

He fell into a hole, but he grabbed the edge of the wall so he could climb up.

He saw that his friend was getting further and further away, and he was walking without looking back.

He wanted to scream at him, but all that came out of his mouth were squeaks.

When he saw that his body was covered in fur, and he was so small and had a tail, he understood that the rat had turned him into a rodent.

"I'm a fucking rat..." he groaned mentally. "But I'm the strongest fucking rat that ever existed."

He started running to his friend.

"Fucking special grade rat!"

• He lurked around as he saw two people walking around, and suddenly sat down at a small table.

They were looking for Gojo, but they knew he would come someday.

So they ordered food for them.

But when Geto left to answer the phone, the white rat (which is probably the cutest rat) jumped on the chair.

As they handed them their burgers, Ieiri began to eat, and strangely watched the scene as the white rodent grabs a large burger in a paper wrap and takes it down to the chair.

What Geto wanted is none of her business. She continued eating, not caring that this rat looked familiar...

When Geto returned, there was a slight scandal because he asked why he hadn't received his order. Even though the employee was sure they gave him the order. Two burgers on the table.

Only later did the girl say that his burger was stolen by a white rat.

Hearing munching and sometimes crunching, the dark-haired man looked under the table to see that less than half of his food was lying there.

And also that his food is eaten by a white rat that holds a bun on his paws.

"You damn rat! You're buying me another one!"

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Pairing: Dad!Eddie Munson/ Steve Harrington

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 1,847

Summary: Eddie and Lucy moved into Steve's apartment a few months after they kissed outside of Wayne's trailer. It's been great, really. It's just small. Too small for a family of three. So they set off to find a new place to call home. Takes place about a year after the events of part thirteen of Home The Hard Way.

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~~~~~

August 1992

The bedroom was mostly dark. The only source of light was a small nightlight near the door. Pale pink and shaped like a butterfly. Its wings looked orange against the small lightbulb that glowed behind them. Lucy fussed in her crib as she rolled over in her sleep. She made the cutest little noises in her sleep. Tiny coos and fragments of words that she was learning. Steve looked up from his book, offering a fond smile to her sleeping form from where he sat in bed with his back against the headboard. 

"We gotta move," Eddie announced with a loud, dramatic sigh. Steve rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses to the top of his head. "This place is too small." 

"And where would you have us live?" Steve asked as he set his book on his bedside table. 

"A castle." 

"Obviously," Steve answered. "So do you wanna call the realtor in the morning and ask for their cheapest castle? Or should I?" 

Eddie rolled over and got comfortable against Steve's bare chest. Steve rested his arm heavily over his shoulders. He absentmindedly raked his fingertips through the coarse hair of Steve's chest and took a deep breath. "All I'm saying is that I would really love to blow you right now, but I can't exactly put the moves on ya while our daughter is sleeping like five feet away." 

Steve froze. He looked down to where Eddie was slumped against him. He swallowed around nothing. "Our daughter?" He asked quietly. Eddie turned his face towards him with a wide grin. His smile dropped quickly when he saw what could best be described as shock on Steve's face. 

"Hey, me and Lu are a package deal." He said, sitting up so he could face Steve. 

"I know that," Steve assured him. He reached forward to take Eddie's hand in his. "And you know I love that little hell raiser more than anything. But you've never called her my daughter before. I just didn't know… ya know, I just wasn't sure what I was to her." 

"She's been callin' you Dada for a week, not me." 

"Yeah, but-" 

"But nothing," Eddie interjected. "She's our daughter." 

"Our daughter," Steve repeated softly. "Never thought I'd have a daughter." 

"Me either," Eddie answered. "Never thought I'd bag Steeeve Harrington either, but here we are." 

Steve leaned forward and Eddie felt him smiling into the kiss. That wasn't wholly surprising. Steve smiled about half the time he kissed Eddie. But this kiss felt different somehow. It felt like the first time Eddie had kissed him, last year outside of his uncle's home. 

"What do you say we take a field trip to the living room to revisit your idea," Steve whispered, brushing his nose against Eddie's. 

"Ya gonna buy me a castle, baby?" 

Steve only nodded, his eyes falling closed as his lips pressed to Eddie's hungrily. 

That weekend the family packed up into Steve's car. They drove all over Hawkins, scanning yards in search of "For Rent" signs. Lucy babbled happily to herself in the backseat while Eddie and Steve openly daydreamed about their future together. About the house they'd buy someday, when they could afford it. About the dog Steve still wanted and what color they'd paint the bathroom. 

The trip stopped for an early dinner at the diner where they'd had their first "date" after what was proving to be a fruitless afternoon. Eddie and Steve were disappointed, both of their heads hung a little low as they sat in their booth. Eddie was just slightly more downtrodden. Steve could see it, and he knew why. He knew that he wanted to give Lucy the best life he could. And he knew that her in a second hand crib pushed against the wall in their bedroom wasn't the best. 

"Hey," Steve said quietly, his hand reaching to Eddie's knee beneath the table. "We're gonna find something, okay? We just started lookin'." 

Eddie only nodded, doing his best attempt at a smile as he announced that he was going to take Lucy to wash up before their food was ready. He stood from his seat opposite Steve and put his hands out towards Lucy. She smiled, her tiny perfect teeth on display as she climbed into her daddy's arms. As soon as the pair turned the corner towards the bathrooms, Steve flagged down their waitress and borrowed her pen. He pulled a napkin from the dispenser on the wall and quickly wrote - 

I love you. I love both of you so much. I promise you that we are gonna find somewhere awesome to build our future together. If buying you a castle is what it takes then I'll buy you the best  goddamn castle you've ever seen. We got this, baby. You and me forever and ever.

🖤S

Steve slipped the note into Eddie's jacket pocket on their way out of the diner. Eddie didn't find it until the next morning. He woke up before Steve and had gotten Lucy ready to go to Sarah's while he was at work. As he slipped the jacket over his shoulders he pushed his hands into the pockets in search of his wallet. He found it, as expected, in the right hand pocket. What was unexpected, however, was the soft material that his left hand fingers wrapped around. He pulled the napkin from his pocket, confused but taking a few moments to scan his eyes over Steve's scrawled note. The corners of his mouth tugged up involuntarily. His cheeks began to ache under the weight of his grin as he read the note again. 

That morning Steve was woken up just a bit earlier than he expected. His heart was beating much faster than he liked so early in the morning. But how could he be mad once was conscious enough to see that it was Eddie who'd woken him, and was now smiling down at him? His boyfriend had quite literally pounced on him, landing bodily on top of him and planting kisses all over his face. 

"You and me," Eddie repeated Steve's words from the note between kisses. 

Steve took Eddie's face between his palms, halting what could best be described as a love attack. "Forever and ever," he said with a soft smile. 

Eddie leaned forward, catching Steve's smiling lips with own. "Forever and ever," he repeated softly. b

Steve allowed a few more soft, smiley kisses before pushing Eddie away. "Go to work," he chided softly. "I love you." 

It would be two more weeks before good news would happen upon them. A regular at the truck stop, an older man named Jeff, was telling Eddie all about his weekend. He told Eddie that he'd spent all of Saturday and a good part of Sunday afternoon helping his mother renovate her home. 

"One of the ladies at church suggested that she rent out the top half of her house," he told Eddie as he sipped at his coffee. "Since dad's been gone, she could use the extra money. Just hope she doesn't end up with some junkies or something up there." 

Eddie raced home that afternoon and excitedly told Steve all about it. Steve agreed that it sounded promising. The next time Eddie saw Jeff they made plans for the family to come by and check out the apartment. 

That weekend they drove across town to meet Jeff at his mother's house. Her name was Dorothy and she greeted all of them with warm hugs. She and Lucy fell for each other immediately. Lucy held the older woman's hand as she led them around the side of the house and up the brand new stairs to the apartment. Steve and Eddie's eyes lit up as they followed her through the rooms.

"So, there's two bedrooms," Jeff announced from his spot at the back of the group. "Bathrooms ready to go, and I got a contractor buddy of mine coming in next month to put in a little kitchen over here, and knock out that wall so it can have some kind of living room." 

"I love it," Eddie told him. He looked to Steve for approval. 

Steve sighed deeply. He looked to where Dorothy and Lucy were still holding hands. Eddie was doing everything he could to contain his excitement as he watched Steve think it over. 

"How much?" He finally asked. 

"Oh, I wouldn't even know where to start with that," Dorothy answered. Jeff interjected then, telling all of them that they could sit down and discuss details another time. Eddie was in love. Sold immediately on the idea of making this their home. But Steve, ever the worrier, was more hesitant. He thanked Dorothy and Jeff as he hoisted Lucy up onto his hip, telling Eddie that they'd talk about it at home. 

The following month they picked up their keys from Dorothy and moved in. What started as just an apartment, a solution to the problem of privacy, quickly became their home. Their styles and personalities touched every room. Eddie's stereo system in the living room. Hand towels that Steve had meticulously chosen hung in the bathroom. Family photos and school pictures framed and hung in the living room and down the hall. The napkin on which Steve had written his promise to find them a castle found a home on their fridge, held in place by a magnet bought on their family trip to Cleveland their first summer in the apartment. 

Miss Dorothy and Lucy loved each other from their first day. They'd spend hours together in the small flower garden that Dorothy had cultivated over her years there. She happily kept Lucy a few days a week so that Wayne could have a break. They had regular dinner with Miss Dorothy in the large dining room in the bottom half of the house.

When Lucy turned 6 she was finally allowed to paint her room. Miss Dorothy had given the okay years before, but neither Steve nor Eddie felt like painting the small bedroom once a year when she grew tired of her favorite color. She ended up choosing purple. She spent hours at the hardware store with Steve picking out every shade of purple paint samples she could find and mulling over her options. In the end, she chose a soft lilac. Will came over and spent most of his Sunday afternoon hand painting flowers on one wall. Eddie risked his life to stand on their small step ladder on his tiptoes to stick glow in the dark stars along her ceiling. She called them her galaxy. 

The little family grew somehow closer within the walls of their rented home. Lucy learned to read and write at the secondhand dining room table. Steve and Eddie took turns at recipes in the kitchen. They watched endless hours of Disney princess movies in the living room. It was perfect. It was home. Their little safe haven, tucked away from the world above the little old woman who quickly became part of their family. 

~~~~~

Oh, man. I really love this little family. I really had so much fun writing for them again. I've already got another blurb done, where they find their forever home. If it's something you wanna see, let me know!

[something-about-sunflowers]

Did this to share in my Izzy discord but I like it too much to just keep it there lmao

Thinking about hadestown and young edizzy having their own version of the wedding song where Izzy is the realistic/pessimistic pragmatist and Ed is the optimistic idealist making promises:

'I'm gonna marry you someday iz'

'Right then, tell me if you can, who's gonna buy the wedding bands? Times being what they are? Hard, getting harder all the time?'

'Izzy when I rule the sea everyone'll bow to me, lay their treasures at my feet, they'll be oh so generous, and everything that's mine is yours, you can have your choice, I'm gonna steal the wedding bands'

'Alright, tell me if you're able, who's gonna lay the wedding table? Times being what they are? Harsh and getting harsher all the time?'

'Izzy when I have my fleet, we'll have all that we can eat, more than hardtack and cold gruel, a feast made just for me and you, delicious and nutritious, and gentle on your stomach, I'll steal to lay the wedding table'

'So once you mutiny on Ben, after that what then? You'll become a legend?'

'Yes'

'Why don't you do it then?'

'Plan's not finished'

'You wanna be my mate?'

'Yes'

'Be the legend'

(mutiny montage)

'How'd you do that?'

'I dunno, legend's not built yet though'

'Even so you can do this?'

'I know'

'We'll have to build on it'

-

'Captain tell me, when we're wed, who's gonna make the wedding bed? Times being what they are? Hard and getting harder all the time?'

'Izzy now that I'm in charge all the crew's gonna follow me, at my call they'll scour the sea, to find a mattress soft for me, and we'll lie down in down and silks, ten pillows 'neath our heads, we're gonna steal the wedding bed'

'And we're gonna steal to lay the table'

'And we're gonna steal the wedding bands'

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

8.2.23 Wednesday

12:58 am

I feel like dying hope not... My entire left body is aching.... My S-bones are aching even my shoulders.... Super stress...

7:23 am

Uncle Jun went out already going to forest??? As early as 6am??? Going to Georgia and BetsilogZ gang??? ( always wearing a plastics coat)...

Still, have windblow trap... Thank God for today but we have no meal or ulam but we have rice... Weird! Awakened by a weird dream... I dreamed of my friend Mariel/ Mayee... In my dream I was in the big house then Mariel visited me and she slept in our big house overnight ( this is a dream). Then, I told her if she wanted to go home, in my dream I have a car, I told her that I will bring her to their house and Mariel told me no! I'm fine here with you. Then, I said yeah! Sure....You can stay here as long as you want... Then, I prepared a clothes for her so that she can take her shower...

Weird dream... Then, there are 2 guys in my dream who fixed the other parts of the house and told me that they will go back for the payment but one guy said the money left by your uncle on the table for your dinner tonight.... Weird! When I checked the money it is 1k pesosee. Plus, in my dream I have a yaya and I told my yaya to buy us a food for tonight... Weird it is for food tonight. Then the 2 guys went away driving their white car... Weird dream...

Then, I prepared a bathrobe for Mariel and some clothes.. Then,I got up plus this windblow...

Weird dream! Where and how is Mariel/Mayee?? My friend that I met in Cebu Pacfic Air, a lasalita or lasalites as well but she was from La Salle Taft.

8:37 am

Well, this is nice most specially the "dinette" having the description of a window covering that you can "snap in place" and "unsnap smoothly in place" as well... So, sweet...

I dream to have an actual "van house" for a trip... I love nature and I wanna have friends and people that are genuine on me, I wanna do "van touring crusade"....A prayer trip, one day or someday...

I love "benches and table"....Nice layout... I love to talk and feel the coffee... Literally perhaps beyond or just friendship or more or let's stick to the friendship and be genuine...

9:43 am

This Nana is crazy as well for being too much concern on Neko, she asked me if Uncle DD sent a money for df...I'm kinda irritated....I said Neko is fine Nana... She can eat porridge for awhile coz we don't have shampoo, I don't have lotions....Neko is fine... Probably a vitamins for Neko and John, will be highly appreciated by me now...

But Nana told me even some kiloz of df just mixed it on rice... Well, I don't know, we have to wait... But it is a good idea, I think I will mix the df on the rice coz if it is only df, Neko will not eat it unless there is a wet food or ulam ( an another expenses on Ate Liza's and still Uncle DD didn't pay for the 2k of Neko).

10:19 am

One more thing they always gave-up on Neko in times of difficulties,even Uncle Jun ( those 2 Uncle DD and Uncle Jun ). I'm catching everything here coz I'm an adult and mature!

We are doing the classic symbolism here... You can't give up on your child, in times of difficulties... It is important to "own it"....But they can't do it correctly!

1:11 pm

RV just sent me message about the dasca cable and this Uncle DD is somehow weird....RV told me that Uncle DD sent him a question about wifi here or the dasca cable of mama Trining... Who will pay it?

What did I say about that,RV told me... I just said to Uncle DD that you and Janna ( RV and Janna ) went to New Zealand already it was a company expenses, that I believed them...

I texted RV that I already told Uncle DD that I don't know but RV and Janna already went out to New Zealand...

The last time Uncle DD called me I told him that RV left the wifi equipment and it is up to us if we want to continue it... I told Uncle DD that I can't answer for it coz I don't have my own money yet to share... RV just left the equipment..

Meaning RV and Janna appeared here to give the wifi equipment and told me that they are still on process going to New Zealand.

Uncle DD's character is "tuso" or spinner or foxy... Coz he knew it already that RV and Janna were not staying here anymore...

Me? I'm just being a professional member of this family though I still need a job of course... I really wanted to have my own space and money... Sometimes I wanna kill a man, a man who is stabbing me from behind...

I wanna have my own thing... I feel self-pity coz I wanna prove myself... I badly need a job ( in a lil while )...

I still wanna remove my "deep smile lines"... I still want to buy Starbucks and wanna have my xfactor back and gain good friends along the way and friends on the uphill...

2:06 pm

Still, have windblow trap... I need money and job ( in a lil while )... I have a very,very low self-esteem... I need a work space where I can gain friends and vent-out and in a way share my heart's content.. Where I can have my xfactor back... I have very,very low self-esteem... I feel fat, ugly and old... 16 years aging me for nothing...

4:17 pm

Drinking coffee while resting but still doing my laundry grrr!!!

Done,cleaning the bathroom ( my self-esteem is very,very low... ) no lotions and bottled shampoo & conditioner and some kojic and most specially my carrot soap.

This is an example of "do do" pronounced as duduh... But down there...

Doing do do or duduh must be something positive or going uphill... So, take a do do if it is something helpful on you...

5:46 pm

This Uncle Jun is here already... It is just late afternoon then he turn off the bright lights in the living room....

[stillm0nster]

   ♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :;         kiho  rolls  his  eyes  at  this  never  ending  teasing  but  his  smile  only  grows  wider.  it's  almost  the  same  as  their  school  days  with  a  few  little  changes  here  and  there.  " glad  to  know  you  don't  change.  food  is  always  the  number  one  priority. "  there's  amusement  laced  in  his  voice  as  he  starts  to  walk  along  his  best  friend  to  their  table.  if  he  has  to  be  honest,  he's  starving  too  and  it  would  be  once  in  a  while  that  he  eats  decent  food  like  that.  " i  got  my  licence  today.  father  knows  about  it  and  is  over  the  moon.  he  said  he's  buying  me  a  car. "  he  shares  the  news,  not  that  excited  because  his  father  doing  that  is  somewhat  pressuring  for  kiho.  is  he  supposed  to  run  to  him  and  hug  him?  thank  him?  he  won’t  do  that  for  sure.  " wanna  go  to  the  beach  someday  when  you  have  days  off? "

꒰ * ｡ ˚ . ✧ ꒱ juyeon is nearly finished with chopping vegetables when he hears the familiar voice call him and instantly a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. quickly he finishes, placing the knife away and turns around to face his best friend. " yes sir, mr kang! " bows deeply, hands placed respectively on his stomach. ever since his best friend decided to go into law, of course juyeon had to make jokes every now and then. would they truly be friends without a little teasing. juyeon takes the apron off and hangs it up, walking over to kiho and nudging him gently. " finally you're off, i'm starving! i really was going to eat without you if you were a minute later. " / @seoulvice