#it was mostly me going 'huh. okay.' and then occasionally going 'OH GOD NO... NO... DONT MAKE ME SIT THROUGH THIS...'

[birdmenmanga]

top ten unproductive impulses include thinking 'huh, maybe I should give pitchi pitchi pitch mermaid melody another try' like I literally tried it. and it sucked. probably because it's a kid's show

[joaniscruzing]

sailor song - part 1 - e.w.

I am so glad to be writing a series again you guys! Heads up though, I am in school now, so I do need to focus on my studies, which means I can't crank out chapters once a day like I used to!

Y'all. I love Jackson Ellie. I legit have a Halloween costume of this on standby.

Summary: Mostly exposition, reader meets Ellie after a lot of staring from afar.

Warnings: Talks of religion

A/N: I'm trying to set this on after the events of TLOU II. In my head, I always feel like Ellie went back to Jackson and tried to start over and forget everything. I feel like she'd try to better herself, especially after literally losing everything. Also, let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the next chapter.

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In Jackson, you normally went on about your day. You would wake up, pray, have the occasional outing, go on patrol, and then go back to your abode, where you would sleep. You always noticed Ellie though. Her presence, full of light, darkening as time passed, always penetrated your carelessness towards any outside happenings–or people.

You liked how Ellie carried herself, confident, and taking no shit from nobody. However, you also knew of Ellie’s sexuality, which, in your books, was a sin. While you would typically disregard sinners, there was just something about Ellie that drew you in. You didn’t know if it was the two pools of green mystery that were her eyes, or her low, but enchanting voice. Sometimes you would look from afar, watching her laugh as she smoked her joint and coughed, wondering if you and her would ever cross paths in the future. You presumed that she was too cool for you, too rebellious. In fact, you thought that in a normal world, she’d be a celebrity, as famous as Anne Hathaway, an actress from a movie you had loved watching during the movie nights in Jackson as a little kid, The Princess Diaries.

You didn’t know why you were religious, you supposed that it was a way for you to make some sense of the situation around you. After all, you could sum up this apocalypse as just part of God’s plan; and you wouldn’t have to overthink about the issues that came from it and the harshness of the situation. That aside, you wore the cross necklace you found one day while exploring some abandoned building out of boredom proudly and constantly. You read your bible every night, in hopes that maybe it would help you understand your circumstances, and in hopes that there would be a heaven for you to go to in the future.

One day though, after a rather sleepless night, you found yourself heading into town for coffee, looking rather disheveled. You were so tired, in fact, that you didn’t realize that your coffee was sloshing all around in its cup, and getting all over you.

“Hey!” Ellie called, running behind you.

“Huh?” you replied wearily, snapping out of it immediately when you realized who it was. Crap. It’s Ellie Williams.

“Hey, uh, you seem like you shouldn’t be running back to your house with burning hot coffee. Why don’t you come over here for a bit and drink it?”

“Oh, I didn’t realize that the coffee had gotten all over me. Please excuse my appearance,” you reply embarrassedly, “I’m fine though, thank you for the offer.”

“Then I’ll go with you to your house then.”

“Okay, didn’t realize you’re into stalking.”

“I’m into a lot more than just stalking” 

Your cheeks burn like hot coals. “I suppose I can drink some coffee with you.”

“Alright then. Should we go back to your house?”

“No, no, we can drink some coffee at that table over there.”

“Are you hiding something?” You look her in the eyes. You sense a twinge of skeptical energy coming from her, which, per the rumors you heard, was never a good sign.

“No! My house just isn’t clean right now.”

With that, you and Ellie sit down and you drink your coffee.

“Do you want me to get you some?”

“Oh fuck no, I’ve always hated coffee.”

[midsummer-semantics]

wiggly wednesday 🪱

Okay sure, this sounds fun. I was tagged by @medusapelagia to share a brainworm/headcanon, and I've been trying to get one to develop more fully so here we go.

Today, I'm thinking about...

Steve and Eddie going through some of Eddie's old things as they pack up to move into their own place. Nancy and Robin are there to help even though that mostly consists of Robin picking through already-packed boxes because she keeps getting distracted by all of the things she finds.

Steve finds what looks to be a really old photo album, the sticky pages holding the photos down yellow with age.

"Oh, shit," Eddie says, taking it from him to flip through. "I haven't seen this in ages. I was sure it was lost when all the shit went down."

"Oh my god, please tell me there's embarrassing baby pictures of you in there," Robin grins, trying to snatch it away.

Eddie holds it out of reach, nearly throwing it as Robin tries to tackle him for it.

"Jesus Christ! I'll show you, just keep your insane paws to yourself!" Eddie gripes.

Steve scoots in closer while Robin and Nancy crowd in on his other side, all wanting a closer look.

There's not many pictures in it and most are grainy and out of focus, black and white and hard to distinguish. But there's a few of a baby with an unmistakeable crop of riotous curls.

"Holy shit, you were so cute," Steve coos, running a finger along the 2D cheek of one photo.

"Excuse you, Harrington, but I'm still cute," Eddie snarks, flipping to the next page.

There's one photo of a young man holding baby Eddie, dark curls so similar to his own atop his head. The photo looks to have been torn down the middle, the right side pressed right against baby Eddie's back, like whoever was on the other side was better left out of the picture long term.

"Huh," Steve hums. "It never occurred to me that I had no idea what your dad looks like."

"And for good reason, babe," Eddie says, fighting not to rip the photo out and burn it. "Thankfully all I got from him was his hair and penchant for hot wiring. Everything else I got from my mom I guess."

"You guess?" Nancy asks.

Eddie nods. "She died when I was a baby and the old man kind of went off the rails after. I suspect this—" he runs a finger along the jagged edge of the photo in the book, "is his handy work."

"That's a shame," Steve says softly. He lifts the plastic covering the photo and peels it off the sticky backing, holding it up to his face to get a closer look — his eye sight is pretty back after so many concussions after all.

"Ya know, if his hair was a little longer, like mullet style, he'd almost look like a dark-haired Billy Hargrove," Steve points out.

Robin snatches the photo out of his hand, holding it out stretched like she can see it better that way instead. "Oh, shit. You're right. That's so weird."

Eddie snatches it back, top lip curled in disgust. "I don't want to speak ill of the dead, but how fucking dare you in any way compare my gorgeous existence to that guy."

Steve snickers and presses a kiss to Eddie's cheek. "I'm sorry, babe. You're right."

The photo gets tucked back into its place and they keep flipping through the book. There's more of Eddie as an infant, a few more of his dad, even a couple of a young Wayne in his military uniform holding a toddler Eddie by his arms as he jumps up, legs gangly and wild. Any photo that might have contained Eddie's mom is ripped, none of them cleanly, and there's only the occasional hand or blur of dark hair. Even still, it does stop happening once Eddie's about six months old.

"Wow. So you really don't know what your mom looks like?" Nancy asks finally as they're setting the photo album in a box.

"Oh no I do," Eddie says. "I have one singular picture of her from right after I was born. Wayne saved it for me."

"Oooooo can we see?" Robin pipes in. Eddie shrugs, getting up to dig through a shoebox that Steve's seen before but somehow managed to avoid snooping through — not that he didn't think about it all the time for the last year they've been together.

He comes back with a photo, plopping back into his spot while his friends and boyfriend crowd around him once more.

It's dead silent for several minutes, all of them staring at the picture. Eddie always figured his uncle was on to something when he said Eddie looked more like his mom, but now that he's about her age when this photo was taken, he thinks he can really see it.

On his left, Steve is trying to process exactly what he's looking at. Sure, the woman in the photo looks like she has the same dark hair that Eddie does, though it's a lot less curly, but aside from the hair and the tired look on her face, she could be a dead ringer for —

"Either Mrs. Wheeler has a doppleganger, or a secret twin we don't know about," he says.

He glances at Robin for a second before looking at Eddie and Nancy. They're heads are bowed over the photo, wearing matching expressions of wide-eyed shock.

Wait.

Matching.

Oh shit.

"Eddie," Robin says carefully. "What's your mom's name?"

His jaw opens and closes a few times before he croaks out, "Elizabeth, but Wayne said she only ever went by—"

"Her middle name?" Nancy asks, the fear of knowing the answer obvious in the wobble of her voice.

Eddie flips the photo over to look at the names and date written on the back. He's looked at it a million times, tracing her loopy handwriting so much over the years that it's slightly smudged, but still legible.

Karen Elizabeth Harvey + Edward Wayne Munson, November 1965

"Oh shit."

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no-pressure tags if anyone also wants to share a brainworm: @tedewitt @hornedqueenofhell @malikat24601 @spectrum-spectre

[farter-imperator]

Could we maybe get some more ministry breeding program Rain? All the bits with him are so tasty

Of course.

This post was completely inspired by @copia-mpreg btw

So, Rain is a ghoul tease, but he also occasionally breeds. But not in the way you'd think.

You may remember a little post I did about Rain having a tentacle down there...

Well. What about Rain donating the eggs he lays? They'd just go to waste otherwise.

He has to have someone he trusts handling him. Otherwise, the tentacle will hide in its' sheath and refuse to come out.

It's easier for both him and Aether for him to lay in an examination chair. Aether rolls up his sleeves and dons some gloves, then does a precursory examination of Rain's lower stomach. It's a little swollen, a little bumpy with the soft eggs ready to pop out.

Once Aether has checked that all the eggs are ready, by gently palpating his stomach and feeling them shift, he works in teasing out Rain's tentacle.

He coats his fingers in lubricant (not that Rain needs it, but it's a habit) and reaches between his legs, gently tickling over the small opening where Rain's clit would be.

"Shy today, huh?"

"She didn't like you pressing on her eggs."

"Aw, poor girl."

He parts Rain's legs a little further in the stirrups. Peers down between them as he continues to rub the pad of his finger against the opening.

"That's it, Rain. Just relax for me, okay? She's thinking about it."

Slowly, the tentacle emerges. It twists around curiously for a moment, then wraps around Aether's wrist.

"Yeah, see? Knew you'd recognise me once you were out. Atta girl."

Carefully, Aether unwinds the tentacle from his wrist. It's flushed and thicker at the base than usual, a sign that it's ready to lay.

A sibling brings over a collection tray, which Aether slots into place between Rain's spread legs. He needs both hands free for this job.

With one hand, he begins methodically massaging Rain's belly. With the other hand, he holds the base of Rain's tentacle, waiting to feel the first lump there.

"Come on... There's a good girl... Rain's so full of your eggs, let's help him out a little..."

"S'coming... O-Oh, Belial..."

"I know. Just relax, Rain. I know it feels weird, but it'll go much easier for all of us if you relax... Yeah, there we go, good boy..."

Slowly, the first egg slips down from Rain's womb. It travels through the tentacle, a visible lump, and then wetly splurts into the collection tray. About the size of a ping pong ball, very squishy, and see through.

"Good boy, Rain. That's it, just like that."

Rain's thighs are trembling. The feeling of the egg sliding through him just feels so good that he-

A thick spurt of slick from his tentacle lands in the tray.

"Ooh... Don't worry about that, Rain. It's completely normal to get aroused during this experience. I'm glad that you're relaxed enough to produce that for me."

"Y-Yeah... 'Course..."

The next half an hour is spent in mostly silence, spare for Rain's whimpers, Aether's words of encouragement, and the loud squirting sound every time an egg pops out of the tentacle.

By the time the last egg comes around, Rain has quite an impressive clutch in the collection tray, and he's feeling much better. Less bloated.

Aether presses the final egg down, always the biggest, and it slowly squishes through Rain's reproductive system. Rain flinches when it reaches the base of his tentacle.

"Hooh... Oh, gods..."

"I know. I know. It's pretty big. It's alright, though. Won't be too much longer and then it'll be out. You've just got to be brave for me, Rain."

"'Kay..."

"Good boy."

Rain's face is pinched as aether eases the egg down through his tentacle, the bulge slowly slipping through the length of it until it slowly breaches the tip. After a sharp gasp from Rain, the final egg drops into the tray.

Rain's sore, but very satisfied. Aether has the tray taken away before Rain can look and get grossed out by the sight of his eggs. Aether carefully lets his legs down from the stirrups and massages his thighs while a sibling offers him a sip of water. Rain gets told just what a good boy he is, how his eggs will help with the Ministry Breeding Program.

Rain can't wait for the next session.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

here have a medley of miscellaneous timeskip pro team headcanons bc WOW i haven't posted in a while and this is my only stress outlet other than binging new series <3333

starting off strong with ejp raijin LET'S GOOOOOO

washio 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼suna 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼komori: being EXHAUSTED from carrying the pro team world on their backs

no no i'm kidding. mostly

they keep a tally of other pro team matches in which their former teammates go up against each other and are REALLY smug if their respective teammate wins. which means you get shit like this

komori, cheerfully: "so how about that hornets v falcons game last night, huh?" suna: "oh shut UP tell iizuna tsukasa that aran-san could kick his ass any day of the week you little SHIT - "

they ARE united on the jackals front tho. all three of them want the adlers to go down HARD.

is suna nursing a grudge against ushijima from high school? yeah. is he ever going to get over it? probably not.

only komori feels bad bc he is fond of kageyama, but, hey, family's family

they ask washio why he hates the adlers and he looks them dead in the eyes and goes "hoshiumi kourai . . . he is a man that requires constant vigilance"

actually wait i know we all saw everyone watching and talking about the game (which makes me wanna cry SO bad) but god. how fucking funny would it be if players from monster gen convinced everyone else on their very professional and very mature teams to take sides

ejp raijin captain, who's been friends with hirugami fukurou for like ten years: "okay so explain to me again why we need to blow our entire team budget on jackals merch when we're not even going to the goddamn game?" komori: "well, it started on a cloudy but beautifully crisp spring day in 2012 - "

SPEAKING OF TACHIBANA RED FALCONS

hakuba joins the team, sees aran, and IMMEDIATELY starts texting the old kamomedai group chat

altho tbh i don't think there's no way that the "who-from-where-made-WHAT-pro-team" news never breaches the high school circuit. like come ON you know everyone's keeping up with the third year stars when they graduate

by the time the first years are third years they've got everyone pinned down on a fucking MAP. they have a shared file where they update each other on EVERYTHING. it's way less creepy than it sounds they're just a really passionate bunch okay!!!!

well that AND they can't help but brag about their amazing upperclassmen

okay sorry back to it. so it really goes more like

hakuba: "HOLY SHIT OJIRO ARAN FROM INARIZAKI IS HERE" suwa: "hakuba, we already knew that. i linked the article when it first dropped, remember?" hakuba: "yeah but it's still so WEIRD like it's OJIRO ARAN from INARIZAKI" hoshiumi: "lol atsumu told me he talks in his sleep, go find out if it's true"

aran actually does recognize hakuba mostly because gin paid him a compliment ONE (1) time and then aran had to listen to atsumu complain incessantly about the "stupid wall of muscle with stupid hair and his stupid height and stupid arms" ever since

ALSO. i think people get hakuba and hyakuzawa mixed up a lot. they've both got a similar height and build and hairstyle and play the same position

(not to mention the similar backstories)

it becomes a running joke throughout the pro leagues and makes for a fun time with falcons v warriors matches

in the event of a hyakuhina hookup (which i feel like actually could happen) they somehow get onto the topic of "haha it'd be even harder to tell them apart with your eyes closed!" and hinata, without thinking, goes "well, i probably could" and everyone is like "WHAT"

he digs himself an even deeper hole by saying "no, i just meant - i know hyakuzawa's body really well!!!" and everyone immediately starts screaming

poor hyakuzawa is dying on the inside

i think shibayama (MY BELOVED) kind of occasionally forgets that he also has his own fanbase and is sort of semi-famous as the libero of tokai heavy industries esperanza bc. he knows kenma and yaku and lev and komi and yamamoto and fukunaga and, in general, a bunch of people that he believes are much more well-known than he is

he's always so flattered whenever someone stops him in the street to ask for a pic or when he sees posts online gushing about him

this is extra funny bc he never talks about his friends like they're famous so all of his teammates don't really know that shibayama is friends with all these other famous people

and then one of them, an avid kodzuken fan, spams their group chat when kodzuken's newest video is released and shibayama shows up in it

they're like "SHIBAYAMA!! HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD US THAT YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH KODZUKEN??" and shibayama is like "i have?? i talk about kenma-san all the time??" and they're like "YOU'RE TELLING ME KODZUKEN IS THE SAME KENMA-SAN WHO RIPPED HIS HIGH SCHOOL JERSEY TRYING TO JUMP OVER A FENCE???"

(shibayama's second year. they'd been dealing with things. it worked out, in the end. even if they had to lie to nekomata and naoki about why all their jerseys ended up with holes in them.)

i love the pro teams you guys they're so fucking funny

[coloradosnumber1dad]

Andy Buck relationship hcs + nsfw

on a Jeepers Creepers kick so here’s some relationship hcs for Andy Buck (he’s so adorable I’m actually going to combust)

• Okay first he’s definitely the type of guy to buy you flowers every time he sees you. I mean EVERY time. His favorites are daffodils and tulips.

• Even after you’ve been with him for a while he’s still stammering through his words, fiddling his thumbs when he talks to you. You’re just so special and gorgeous how could he not?

• Will 100% let you sit in his lap and do his makeup. He wouldn’t let anyone else ever know about it, but it’s happened on more occasions than he cares to admit

• Chronic yapper s/o 🤝 “uh huh” “oh yeah?” Bf

• Loves to listen to yappers but also likes his s/o to listen to him yap occasionally

• If you play sports, he’s there. Every single time without fail. He probably manages your team tbh.

• Adding to that he’ll def run drills or practice with you. Running every morning, spotting you if you lift. He’s like a little kid who’s just eager to help

• Not in a sexual way (also in a sexual way) loves your thighs. Just lying on them, rubbing them, always has a hand on you

• Bro has a sweater vest collection and you can’t tell me otherwise. Every color, pattern, style possible. Will let you borrow them but gets super annoyed or upset if they come back with a stitch out of place or a little stain

• Finds it absolutely adorable when you steal his glasses. He’ll be annoyed at first and take them back but sometimes he’ll walk by and just put them on you

• Downs energy drinks like a menace. Like emo type monster addiction (does the hug/kiss soda tab thing. Like has a whole ass jar full of them to give to you)

• Dates usually consist of sitting around talking or watching movies, occasionally going to the library

• LOVESSS when you read to him

• Overall just a cutie boyfriend

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

• Whimpers when you suck him off

• Also sweats like a pig

• Switch, sub leaning. Will dom if you want him to but not his favorite

• WHINY SUB WHINY SUB WHINY SUB

• Begs you to let him cum. Whining and pleading with you when you ride him

“P-please I’ve been so good” he whined as you grind down onto him harder. “Please please” “such a pretty boy huh?” You coo, leaning down to press kisses on his neck and chest. Your fingers find their way to his face, wiping away the streaks of tears he has from you edging him for the past hour and a half. “Should I let my pretty boy cum? Hm? Tell me baby?” His eyes roll back into his head as he nods his head up and down frantically “Yes, ohhh yes please. I’ve been so good. God fuck, please” he bit his lip trying to fight back his whimpers when you nodded your head, he let go almost immediately, dick twitching inside you. “Such a good boy”

• Isn’t very kinky, he’ll bend you over and fuck you in doggy sometimes but it’s mostly missionary, mating press, and you on top of him

• If he’s really desperate he’ll take you into the locker rooms and fuck you against the wall but this only happens once in a blue moon

• Average sized, a little thick with a slight curve

• Like I said above, my boy loves thighs. He will be down between your legs sucking hickies and bruises into your thighs before he even thinks about licking your pussy

• Total munch though, will be buried between your legs eating you out for hours you’ll be crying from overstimulation

• Pants like a dog when he’s a dom. Idk it just takes a lot out of him I guess

• Likes his women a little thicker (more to mark up and more to love)

Anyways that’s it! (I need him carnally)

[catchyhuh]

What sort of hobbies or interests do you imagine the Gang having (outside thievery or arresting said thieves)? And do they influence the way they go about their usual antics, or are they mostly Unrelated to everything else in their lives? :0c

oohhooohoho this is a good one because i have a small handful of actual canonical hobbies/interests that come up occasionally and then i have the ones that solely exist in my mind palace. at least until tms decides to let a random little shrimp from america take the reins on their most longrunning successful franchise anyway,

lupin:

i can’t remember if i mentioned lupin loves puzzles. wait yes i did in the video game list SORRY I’M ALREADY HAVING TROUBLE REMEMBERING WHAT I HAVE AND HAVEN’T GONE OFF ABOUT but yes in canon lupin LOVES puzzles. less like, jigsaw puzzles, more like shapey puzzles. but hell man if you can get him to sit still long enough he might like a jigsaw one just to pass the time

i think he likes cooking. him, jigen and goemon all seem to really Get it. so count this under all of them, they just love yummy food and occasionally the process of making it too

he likes to draw :) somebody has to be behind all the slightly different variants of his little mascot guy. SOMEBODY has to redraw bank floor plans so they can plan out each tiny step of the heist. somebody has to scribble over his own wanted posters to put funny little devil horns on the image CMON now!!

jigen:

only jigen could be in a fucking arcade theater complex and pull out a fucking crossword puzzle. why is this dude honestly trying to speedrun being a grouchy old man before he even turns 40. i mean no hate, no hate to crossword puzzles, they are cool but i’m more of a wordsearch guy. BUT THERE’S OTHER STUFF TO DO JIGEN!! at least he’s not going for sudoku though

very random but i think he might like sewing in a passive sense. with how particular he is about his hat and really ANY clothes on his person, he probably just picked up a needle one day to fix a tear and then was like Huh. this isn't too bad actually. kinda repetitive and calming. and then the others found out and tried to get him to fix all their stuff too SO HALF PLEASANT AND HALF NOT SO PLEASANT

fujiko:

you may think i’m insane but fujiko must genuinely have some sort of fondness for computers and technology. more than she lets on at least, because. how DO you know how to fly every type of aircraft. how DO you know how to crack into almost any computer firewall? how do you know how to isolate a computer virus as it’s ALREADY corrupted HALF OF THE SYSTEM?? this goes beyond job necessity to me she must really have some hidden underlying passion for this stuff

i think it’d be cute if she took up some kinda journaling. i mean god knows she’s not writing about her FEELINGS in that little leather notebook, and she doesn’t really have the time to commit to like, scrapbook shit (even if she had the time, she’s not sentimental like that) but something simple like “this is a list of m&m variants in order of how disgusting to not disgusting they taste to me <3” with little candy stickers and gel pen hearts drawn in. the next page has a bloodstain on it and the only thing written is “dw about that lol”

goemon:

okay i KNOW i’ve pushed the Arts Enjoyer goe agenda before but i recently saw that part 3 production art again of him chilling with the pottery wheel so i must state, once again, goemon LOVES sculpting shit in all forms. chip away at some rock, throw zantetsuken at a block of wood, actually invest in some clay for fucking once, whatever he uses, he’ll make something pretty good. and even if it wasn’t good it’s still a fun hobby for him. keeps his hands loose but precise

oh my god you know what he would love. dominoes. you know when people make those like crazy long domino strings that form a pattern when they’ve all fallen. if anybody here could have the precision and strangely placed patience to do shit like that it’s definitely this guy

zenigata:

going through this list easily and eagerly typing up little funfacts about things i do know they like outside of their. “jobs” and then slowly realizing as i get to zenigata that i... cannot think of anything he. uh. does for fun. damn. he DOES talk about movies a lil bit from time to time, and knowing his mixture of a freakish eye for detail and also missing the most obvious things ever i bet hearing him talk about a movie is twice as fun as actually watching it. i would pay HUNDREDS to hear him try to explain what he thinks of space odyssey to me

it would be-- i have no reasoning for this but it would be so cute and hilarious if he did like. tiny magic tricks. you know? like card appearing out of thin air, coin behind your ear type shit. tiny stuff he figured out on his brief off time. we know lupin can do little stuff like that too but it'd just be hilarious if zenigata, completely unawarely and unintentionally for once, ended up being better than him at some inconsequential shit like making a pair of keys disappear

and i guess in light of recent discoveries they all like golf. apparently. well. no one is perfect

[atinylittlepain]

Miss Sylvia

college!steve harrington x f!oc

part of the girl boy series

word count | 1.7K

He's watching her cat for the weekend, how bad could it possibly be?

a/n | no warnings for this one, it's mostly just fluff

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“I don’t know where she is.”

“What do you mean? I thought you said she was going to Boston for a funeral?”

“Not Andy, Sylvia.”

“Ballsack cat?”

“Rob, you can’t call her that. But, yeah, she hasn’t come out since Andy left.” 

“You check under the bed?”

“Yes.”

“The closet?”

“Yes.” 

“You haven’t like, left any windows open or anything?”

“No, and she’s definitely still in here because her food bowl was empty this morning.”

“Okay, Sylvia wants her space then. What’s wrong with that?”

“She needs her bath.” Silence floods over the line for a beat, and just as Steve is about to ask Robin if she’s still there, she lobs a questioning come again, over the phone. 

“You can’t laugh.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

“Sylvia gets a bath every Saturday. It’s Saturday.”

“Oh my god, Steve.”

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” And that just sends Robin into another peel of it, a wheezed out sorry, I’m sorry while he tries not to hang up on her altogether.

“Wow, you really, really like this one, huh? Giving a cat a bath for love is a first for me, man.” 

“She has a skin condition. Andy said she gets, like, crusty.”

“She is a cat. And also, ew, I didn’t need to know that.”

“Yeah, but she’s Andy’s cat, and I told her I could handle it.” That’s the crux of the whole thing, isn’t it? Andy had gotten a phone call from her mother, something about a relative that she wasn’t close with, but of course, yes, she needed to be there. Big family, big, Boston family full of aunts and cousins and mothers that would talk if the youngest didn’t show up so she had better show up, damn it. So Andy bought a train ticket and talked to her professors and before she could get too stressed out about who was going to take care of the madam, Steve was already volunteering himself, I can, honey, no problem. Right, no problem, except for the fact that his relationship (don’t laugh) with his girlfriend’s cat could be described as tepid at best, tolerance, with the occasional swipe, spat, snit, don’t touch just when he starts to think Sylvia is warming up to him. For the record, the feeling is mutual. Something Eddie had said the first time he came over to watch some MTV unplugged performance him and Andy were both excited about. Steve had laughed, Andy had not, when Eddie met Sylvia and promptly called her a sentient raw chicken breast. No, Andy did not find that particularly amusing, and Sylvia in her own seeming display of indignation, had swiped hard at Eddie’s ankles until he finally had to resort to tucking his feet up under him on the couch. 

He thought this would be his chance at burying the hatchet, bonding (again, don’t laugh), a sort of extended exposure therapy for the both of them. But by the time he got back from seeing Andy off at the station, Sylvia had made herself scarce, and he hasn’t seen her in the twenty-four hours that he has been, in theory, Sylvia-sitting at Andy’s apartment. 

“Did you check in drawers?”

“What do you mean?”

“I had a cat growing up who liked to sleep in my mom’s sock drawer, maybe Sylvia is the same way.”

“Cats do that? No, I don’t think Sylvia does that, how would she even get in there in the first place?”

“Hey, anything’s possible, cats are smart, especially little freaks like Andy’s.” 

“You really think so?”

“It’s worth looking, at least.” And so he does, hangs up with Robin, and opens every drawer in the apartment, only feeling a little like a perv when his brain gets stuck and stilted on a pair of cherry red cotton panties that he definitely hasn’t seen before. But nothing, no sign of Sylvia anywhere, and he’s starting to get worried, starting to rework every time he opened and closed the front door in the last day, wondering if there’s any possibility she could’ve slipped through. No again, though, he reminds himself of her empty food bowl. She’s definitely here, and she definitely doesn’t want to be found. And a cool flicker of panic, and maybe guilt, is starting to tighten in his chest, though he’s quick to start rationalizing. Really, one missed bath can’t cause that much damage, right? Not going to know the difference, right? And really, maybe Robin was right, Sylvia just wants her–

“Oh shit.” The sound of a cabinet slamming in the kitchen sends a startled jolt up his spine, followed fast by a flood of relief because he’s pretty sure he knows what, or who, or yeah, what made that noise. 

Maybe, maybe he does a silent fist pump in the air when he creeps into the kitchen and spots a spindly, hairless tail sticking out from one of the cabinets above the counter. And maybe, when he inches open the cabinet and finds Sylvia slumped awkward in a mixing bowl, her eyes narrowing on him, maybe, he apologizes for Robin calling her a little freak. But that’s neither here nor there, because her bath is back on, and when he picks up the whole mixing bowl with her still in it, she doesn’t flee, doesn’t swipe, or hiss, or otherwise snit at him, just lets out a garbled sound that only seems a little disgruntled as he carries her into the bathroom. 

“Look, I don’t really wanna be doing this either, okay? But your, well– I told Andy I would take care of you, and she left me instructions, so, yeah, let’s, uh, let’s giddy up.” He feels less like a cat-sitter and more like a basketball coach trying to psych a team up, bathroom door closed, and bathtub filling up, and Andy’s hand-written instructions clutched in one hand like a prayer. Sylvia stares at him, placid and unmoved, still in the mixing bowl that he perched on the closed lid of the toilet seat. 

And what follows is about as graceless as he had expected it to be. He tries to pick her up and finally, she hisses, one cursory swipe that gets him on the back of his hand, noted. So he moves slower, long pets that turn into a curled hand around her middle, and then his other hand, and she only twists and twines a little, rumbling protests that die out when he sets her down in the water. He hadn’t really believed Andy when she told him that Sylvia likes getting baths, but he believes it now, because at the very least, she’s no longer trying to draw blood from him, the spiked snarl of her spine starting to soften and relax. 

“Jesus Christ, you really are a raw chicken breast.” She pays him no mind, her bulged eyes closed in something he thinks looks like contentment while he lathers her with Johnson’s baby soap, tear free. If this were a test, he thinks he’d pass with flying colors, double checking Andy’s instructions between each step, even using the exfoliating gloves she left folded over the lip of the tub, tail to toe, while Sylvia makes a noise that he’s pretty sure counts as purring. And when she’s clean, and he picks her up out of the tub and rubs her down with the towel that Andy explicitly told him is her towel, he thinks they’ve made some sort of progress. The final note on the list of instructions, she likes to marinate for a little while. So he leaves the bathroom door open, Sylvia burrowed down in her towel right in front of the heating vent. 

He’s nearly certain he’s having some kind of low-grade heart attack, if that’s a thing, when he wakes up later that night to a particular heat and weight spread over his chest. But then he realizes that said heat and weight is purring, and digging her claws into his shoulder in a way that is not altogether unkind. Yeah, he thinks, he finally passed this test. 

Andy gets home late on Sunday, wind-swept and worn, and relieved to see him waiting for her at the station, smacks a dramatic kiss to his lips and pulls away to pout something awful at him. 

“Is it too pathetic to say that I missed you?” No, he says, missed you too, he says, pathetic too, though he doesn’t say that. And later, back at her place, after dinner and a shower and settled down on the couch, he tries hard to school his expression when Andy’s jaw drops, watching Sylvia leap up onto the couch and curl contentedly in his lap, chin resting on his knee. 

“Oh, do you two have something to tell me?”

“I think we bonded.”

“Yeah, I can see that. So you’re a two-woman kind of guy now?” It becomes apparent fast that they both spoke too soon, because before he can reply, Sylvia is whipping around and swiping hard at his hand that had been stroking her spine, promptly followed by digging her back legs into his stomach in order to launch herself off the couch to another one of her hiding spots. 

“Aw baby, it looks like you’re not getting a second date with Miss Syl.” Andy’s words dissolve with her laughter, taking his abused hand in both of hers, thumbing lightly at the welting scratch marks. He can’t even find it in himself to be upset.

“I just want to know, is she like that with everyone?”

“Mmm, no, she’s only like that with people she really likes.”

“See, you say that, but I’m having a hard time believing it.”

“The fact that you still have all your fingers attached and accounted for after bath day is all the evidence I need. She’s smitten, she just has a hard time expressing herself.” Waggle of her eyebrows and another breathed-out laugh and his yeah, I’ll say, making her laugh a little more, scooting closer to him on the couch, her legs slung across his thighs and her spine curled so she can lean in closer, closer, her nose brushing against his.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Thank you for watching her so last-minute, baby. I appreciate it, appreciate you.” Her hand curled at his nape, kisses like secrets to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, in between his brows and making him flush in an awful heat. He mumbles an of course, any time, and means it, pulling her even closer, perfect relief to an aching want, having her back, having her home. 

He’ll keep working on Sylvia.

[severalsmallhedgehogs]

I’m Going To Talk About the Five Gods

Specifically the Penric and Desdemona novellas. If you follow me for fic, know that they were the inspiration for the Luxon’s whole vibe in Memory. Maybe mild vibe spoilers for Memory underneath? Definitely some spoilers for Penric’s Mission and Orphans of Raspay. But I have to talk about this. Fair warning there is no structure I’m just talking

Ok so there’s The Mother, the Father, the Son, the Daughter, and the Bastard, okay? I love the Bastard. I love how when two children of one of his saints got kidnapped by pirates he went “Ok how do I fix this? Penric and Desdemona are out at sea, they’ll immediately instinctively protect the kids, let’s get them kidnapped by the same pirates and that’ll work itself out. :) Also Penric will light some metaphorical fire in that temple while we’re at it.”

I still think about that little moment in the Cedonia trilogy when Penric opens the Father’s offering box and finds a ton of money in there and is like “oh someone wants to win a legal battle huh” and later he starts to suspect that the Father borrowed him and Desdemona for this fake treason charge stuff. I’m imagining the Father going “Ok I’m gonna borrow these two a little for a long game, but I’ll make sure people are donating enough money for them to take out of the offering box ok? ok”

Or the story about the Daughter’s temple in Limnos, and a group of occupying raiders getting struck by a plague from the Daughter. “Or a really angry woman poisoning the well.” The really angry woman poisoning the well could be argued as the plague sent by the Daughter. The Bastard’s Order’s motto is “The gods have no hands but our own.”

There’s also the situation in Lodi, with Penric grieving people he couldn’t save and expectations he couldn’t meet, and Chio grieving the demons she’s seen destroyed. The Bastard basically pushed them together and was like “You two will understand each other really well. Comfort and spiritual counsel both ways. Go”

Even Penric getting Desdemona (the demon who lives in his head and lets him do magic) was probably arranged by the Bastard. The person Desdemona was with last wanted to take a different route to town. Penric was late leaving for a ceremony. And as a result Penric came across the previous person as she was dying, and Desdemona jumped to him. Her previous person thought of Penric as the “Bastard’s last blessing.” The Bastard is the god of accidents and mischance, by the way. All disasters out of season.

And don’t even get me started on the guy who just wants to sit beside a river pretending to fish, and kind of offered the Bastard companionship and a place to just sit around because he figures the Bastard doesn’t get offerings like that very much. And the Bastard went “That one. I love that one. I’m gonna make him a saint so my order will pay for him to sit around and take naps on the riverbank and occasionally do a little work for me.”

I love how these gods kind of nudge and arrange things, mostly. And then also appear in dreams and be like “You did good. Also I see you’re worried about snow. No rush, just don’t stay here more than three days ok”

I have a lot of feelings about the Bastard in particular but that’s its own post and it’s late

[yandere-mha-blog]

Part five

Word count: 2361

And with this Dabi and y/n relationship has been more on display and i think i added a couple things that people will like, and changed how the parents act cause int he original story it was a bit wishy washy, but hey that's what's this rewrite is for :D

And hope you have liked the changes i made, and like, reblog and comment if you could it would mean a lot :3

It had been about four months since you moved in with Dabi officially, you were still going to school, you told Dabi you just wanted to graduate highschool and that would be that. Dabi tried more than once to tell you to just drop out, but you were still headstrong on your one goal to just graduate and leave, and it was December now, so you were almost done with this hell hole.

“Okay everyone pencils down.” your homeroom teacher said, even though you had finished the test thirty minutes prior. Man finals dy sucked, you took your phone out after class and texted dabi

“Hey, the dumb test is finally over, thank god.”

“Why would you even take it, seems like a waste of time.”

“I know, but it's just a mandatory bullshit thing to graduate, Can you come get me please.”

“Me and Kenny will be right there.”

You smiled at your phone when a classmate walked out of the room, she saw you and quickly looked away, mostly in fear, you rolled your eyes and went to the washroom, the girls saw it was you dn quickly left.

Finally no one was messing with you, you finally had some peace at school, then your phone buzzed you looked down it was from your mom, she sent the occasional text seeing if you were okay

“Hey sweetie how did your testing go?”

“Fine.”

“Oh that's great, look me and your dad were doing some cleaning and we found some stuff you might want to take with you when you graduate.” 

“Just bring it to graduation.”

“Okay if that's what you want i'll see you then.”

Your phone buzzed from dabi, he was already here, you walked out of the school and went to kenny's car

“Hi kenny.” you said and sat in the back “Agh i'm so glad testing is finally done.”

“How do you think you did?” Kenny asked

“Eh fine, it was really easy.” you said 

“Hey wait Dabi why didn't you go to the test?” Kent asked

“Why bother with some dumb testing.” Dabi said, “Come on, let's go to our usual spot.”

Your parents got a letter in the mail a week after your testing, they were so proud to see you scared in ninth place out of your school, and were eligible to go to college

“Oh thank god she didn't throw away her chances.” Your mom said and your dad sat down and opened his computer “What Are you doing honey?”

“Well if our little girl isn't going to apply for college, then i will, she wrote her college application statement in her second year, i'm sure with a couple of edits i can get her in.”

“...im really worried about her, i was to-”

“No…no you weren't, whoever this Dabi guy is, saw her in an emotional state and decided to exploit her…we can't blame anyone but him.” Your dad explained as she looked at your instagram account, photos of you and Dabi were all she saw.

“Even when she does get accepted by one of these colleges…what makes you think she will go…”

“Because our girl is smart.” Your dad said as he kept typing away on his computer.

As you sat on the uncomfortable chair as the headmaster droned on about how far everyone has come, you were looking at your phone texting Dabi on how boring this all was.

“Told you that you should have ditched.” 

“Eh just need the dumb piece of paper and im done.”Finally your name was called and you grabbed the piece of paper and walked off the stage and decided to ditch the rest of the ceremony, the student body all look at you as you left, you continued to text dabi that you got the damn thing.

“(name).” you heard your mom voice say

“Huh..mom , dad? What are you two doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“It's your graduation day so of course we would be here.” Your dad said

“Well it's over now.” you said

“Well I'm very happy that you finished highschool, and we know that you are living with your…boyfriend.” Your mom said through her teeth “but we wanted to give you a bag with some stuff you might want.

“Oh…thanks.” you said as you took the bag 

“Take care now.” your dad and put a hand on your forehead “call us if you need anything.” “Anything at all.” your mom added, and they reluctantly left, you sat on the bench, not wanting them to go.

You looked through your bag, your eyes widened as you saw your old novel you were working on, and your old notes, a handkerchief you embroidered, and an acceptance letter!

“Hey (name)!' Kent yelled “Dabi said I should come get you, he is going to bring you home some grub!”

“Hi kenny!” you said and put the letter in the bag and he drove you back to Dabis’ place. 

You looked down at the acceptance letter, you wouldn't believe it, how were you even accepted..was it your parents? Had to be, no one at school would have, you didn't, and Dabi wouldn't  have.

The door opened and you put the letter back in the bag.

“I'm home.” Dabi said as he sat across from the table and set a bag of food down “I got us dinner.”

“Thank you.” You said as you opened the bag and took your portion

“So how did the dumb graduation go?” Dabi asked

“Fine, my parents showed up.” You said , Dabi looked up and you continued, “They came by to give me a bag of some old stuff.”

“Dumping garbage on you?” Dabi said, “That's not very nice.”

“No not garbage, just some old novel notes, and a couple of -”

“It's trash.” Dabi said as he continued to poke at his food

“Well, they also delivered one more thing.” You said “I got a college acceptance letter.”

“You what?” Dabi said 

“I know i am just as surprised as you, i didn't even apply for any-” “So what your parents applied you to a bunch of shitty ass collages behind your back?”

“I think it's there way of trying to make amends-”

“Bullshit, they are just trying to put you back into the system that tormented you for so long, I mean think about your classmates in highschool, do you think any of them would change?”

“Dabi, think about it, if I go to college I could learn more and maybe get a novel published.”

“Since when have you ever wanted to publish a novel?"

“It's…been my dream for a while.” you said, how did Dabi not know that?

“You don't need college to write a novel.” Dabi said “Just stay here and work on it, I can get you a new laptop if you want.”

“Dabi…i want to go to college.” you said and he tossed his fork in his plate of food, you felt like sinking into a hole “It could be-”

“Shut up i'm thinking.” he snapped, you flinched “you know what get out.”

“What?” you said “dabi what are you saying?”

“I said get the fuck out of my apartment, after everything ive fucking done for you.’ He said as he tossed your shoes at you “Get the fuck out!”

“Dabi hey…come on Toya.’

“Don't you dare call me that name.” He barked

“Dabi come on if i go i can make some more money and-”

“I have money, why would you need to make your own, what you want more, oh i see i haven't been giving you enough.”

“Dabi that's not what i'm saying at all, i mean you do pay for everything, so maybe i can help out after-”

“After, after what, I don't care, GET OUT!” he yelled, he grabbed your arm and yanked you up

“Ow dabi you are hurting me.” you yelped out

“Don't care.” He said and tossed you out “we are fucking done, get the hell out of my face you traitor.”

“Dabi wait!” you yelled as he slammed the door in you face, you banged on the door

“Dabi please let me in, come on!” you bawled“Please let me in…dabi please!”

Nothing..

“Dabi please it's late and the trains aret running, i don't have money where am i supposed to go!”

You waited outside the door for about an hour, your phone was dead just to add the cherry on top, you  decided to go to the only palace you could think of.

“This show isn't any good, completely unrealistic.” Your mom said

“I don't know, it seems pretty real to me.” your dad replied, as there was a knock on the door “Who could that be?”

He got up and went to the door and saw you standing there, ready to hear “I told you so”. But instead he pulled you in for a hug

“Dad?” you said “i messed up…”

“Who was it- (Name)?” your mom said walking over and putting a hand on your cheek “Oh it really is you, why are you soaked?

“I had to walk here..i…i messed up real bad didn't I?” you sniffled into your dads shoulder

“Hey hey, it's okay you are home now.” He said

“Look I'll run you a nice bath and then we can talk, come on honey let's go.” She said as your dad took your bag, you entered the family wash room and sunk into the hot tub, it felt good to warm up.

“How stupid can i be?” you thought as you mom set a pair of your old pjs on the other side, the familiar pinkish white fabric was welcoming, you went to the dining room where both your parents sat at the table, your mom pushed a bowl of miso soup towards you,you took a sip.

“So….sweetie, what happened?”

“I told dabi I got accepted to college and wanted to go.” you started your hand shaking “He got really mad and kicked me out, then said we were over…”

“You still want to go to college?” Your mom asked, and you nodded your head

“I do.” you sniffled “Still how exactly did an idiot like me get accepted, you were right dad, this all blew up in my face.”

“It's not your fault, we are just both glad you are home.” He said “and I'm glad you came back to your senses.”

You let out a small snort of a laugh, same old blunt humor from him, you went back to your room, it still looked the same way it did when you left. You plugged your dead phone in and waited for it charge, no new messages.

You went to your instagram account and pressed delete account, then you went to your contacts and pressed delete all messages, blocked and deleted Dabis number. You went into your notes app, something you haven't done for a while

“I messed up.”

Was all you could write down and pulled yourself into a coconut of blankets, the familiar smell of the clothing detergent lulled you into sleep.

Dabi woke up the next morning and went to his phone, he wondered how many texts and calls you have sent him.

None.

“What the fuck?” he mummbled and called you

“Sorry the number you re trying to reach is either o longer in service or has been-”

“Beep”

Dabi went to instagram and saw your account was gone, his eyes widened, no you wouldn't have blocked him, you loved him, you said you loved him, you said you would do anything for him, you are the one who broke your promise not him.

He threw his phone at the wall and got out of bed and went to get dressed, he headed to his usual spot and saw kenny passed out in one of the booths

“Hey, wake up!” Dabi said

“Hngh..what i don't have any money man…” kent mumble and Dabi smacked him

“Ack, dude what the hell?” Kent said as he jolted up

“Where is (name)s address?” dabi asked

“Uhhh…yours?’ Kent said

“No her old house you idiot!” Dabi said

“Uhh…i don't remember i mean it was like…four-ish months ago.” Kent said, Dabis’ eye twitched

“You're as useless as always.’

“Hey man, that's mean.” Kent said “Why do you even need to know?”

“Because I tossed her out last night.” Dabi said

“...you did what?’ Kent asked “Why…why would you do that?” “She was acting crazy.” Dabi explained

“Got it, (name) was acting crazy.” Kent said nodding his head

“You're mocking me?’ Dabi asked and grabbed his shirt collar

“What no of course not, i mean i'm sure she will call you, it was just a tiny fight right.”

“I told her it was over.” Dabi said

“Okay now I am really confused.” Kent said as Dabi released him

“You wouldn't get it, since you know you have never been in a relationship.” Dabi said as he took out a cigarette

“That was a low blow.” Kent said

“I think she blocked me so you call her for me.” dabi said as he took one long inhaul of his cigarette.

“Alright what is it?” Kent said as he took his phone out.”

You woke up to your phone ringing, you groaned and looked at the unknown number, and saw that dabi tried to call you earlier, you rolled your puffy eyes and pressed block number.

“Well she didn't pick up.” Kent said

“Try again.’ Dabi said, kent shrugged and tried calling yet again

“Sorry the number you're trying to reach has either been-”

“Beep”

“I think she knows it's you trying to contact her…” kent exasperated 

“FUCK!” Dabi yelled out and put his cigarette out on the ashtray

'Well what college did she say she wanted to go to?’ Kent asked

“I don't know!” Dabi yelled “would you just shut up.”

“Okay okay…” Kent said 'Look I'm sure something about her will pop up soon, I'll keep my eyes out okay.’

“You better.” Dabi said as Kent gulped at his threat “what good are your eyes if you can't use them.”

[tomanyships69]

911, season 1 episode 10: A Whole New You (last part of my series. I will keep watching and might make a post occasionally, but not for every episode.)

I forgot Abby's mom died last episode...

God buck is being so sweet, and I don't have to really like Abby to feel bad for her right now.

Double call and she's British, but let me guess not really

BOOM I was right she's just having a stroke!

I just want Buck to be happy but I really don't think it should be with her, they could have been fine as friends.

Bobby is trying to take a selfie and looks like such a dork (me too)

Tell me it's not a dating app

It is, oh boi

Busting his balls but being supportive too.

It does look like a real estate ad

Hen is a cheater, Chim hasn't had great luck and Buck is a recovering sex addict but some how right about being the best choice.

Wait wtf quick turn around???

Dating theme so far, so I'm assuming the lady got catfished.

Buck is so upset because nobody believes him, poor boy.

For Athena's storyline, I enjoy them trying to do what is right for themselves and the kids. I also like that they still care and show affection to each other for comfort.

Just because it isn't romantic doesn't mean they didn't build a life together.

Okay the show doesn't mind bordering on the more supernatural elements of stuff huh.

God I love carla so much 💜

Poor lyle out here paralyzed in a morgue

Ope, there goes the mortician, down for the count.

This dude goes through something so horrifying multiple times but keeps doing so for the lol's

That poor mortician suffering because this dude is high on life.

I know they are still together because of things I've seen, but I really wish they never did a cheating storyline. I don't even know how or why Karen would forgive her.

Like I don't know who I feel bad for more, Buck or Abby because as much as I'm indifferent/dislike their love story. These bitches cannot catch a break. Always getting interrupted or something going wrong. Literally a relationship doomed from the start.

Poor Buck trying to be honest and nobody believes him. One of the worst feelings in the world.

Dude going through a midlife crisis and the motorcycle employee could not give less of a fuck.

I actually think motorcycles are cool as hell but they are dangerous and I would not get on one if my life depended on it.

Immediately proving my point dude got literally split in two.

Bobby is going through it, but Athena is helping him and he is looking at her so sweetly 🥺

They are praying together, gosh my poor heart.

Gross, this dude looks like he might pop like a balloon. At least Buck is trying to show him some level of courtesy.

This coroner is so annoyed, but he's a little bit of a douche so I don't care.

He did not pop, but this might be worse.

She is planning on leaving for an extended period of time on a journey of self discovery, and did not discuss it with her partner at all. Selfish behavior and bad communication skills (ironic for an operator)

She broke his heart and he still trying to be supportive. It feels like he cares more about her than she does him. Also idk if he has mommy issues but man that age gap is getting to me more.

Bobby is handsome and I hope his date goes well.

OH SHIT HE TOSSED THE BOOK!!!

Good for him!

Karen is home, but no explanation for why yet.

Buck got better with his words, that's the real character growth here.

Bobby got a date with Athena!

Fitting one old fashioned person out of practice for another.

Mostly a great episode, can't wait for the next season!

[ghostbustersreborn]

Chapter 4

having to spend the night in jail was one of the worst experiences tara has had in her entire life.

she had four panic attacks. three anxiety attacks. and every little thing made her burst into tears.

at five am. tara eventually fell asleep by laying on all three of the boys.

with her head in egon's lap. upper body in peter's and legs on ray.

it was very uncomfortable for all three of the boys.

now, today was their court hearing.

they had louis tully as their lawyer.

this was really bad.

"the law does not recognize the existence of ghosts. and i don't believe in them either." spoke the judge. "i don't want to hear a lot of malarkey about goblins, spooks, and demons."

a police officer handed him papers.

"we're going to stick to the facts in this case and leave the ghost stories to the kiddies, understood?" requested the judge.

winston stopped by their table a few minutes before the hearing started.

tara was feeling the most anxious out of all of them today.

she didn't want to go to jail.

she was only sixteen. she didn't want to spend the rest of her life behind bars.

she had her best friend emmy. emmy didn't want to be friends with someone in prison and tara couldn't blame her.

"wow, sounds like a pretty open-minded guy, huh?" winston remarked.

"i want to die." tara mumbled.

"yeah, they call him "the hammer"." egon mentioned.

"what can we do? it's all in the hands of our lawyer now." ray said to egon.

tara buried her face in her hands.

"we're so screwed." she agonized.

as if on cue, louis appeared with his arms full of books.

"i think you guys are making a big mistake." louis stated.

"i think we are." tara agreed with him.

"i do mostly tax law and some probate stuff occasionally." he explained. "i got my law degree at night school."

"well, that's fine, louis." ray told him. "we got arrested at night."

ray's head dropped to the table.

tara's did too.

"violating a judicial restraining order, willful destruction of public property, fraud malicious mischief." jack chuckled. "see you in a couple of years at your first parole hearing."

just as he walked away, peter went "you'll never take us alive."

"all right, all right, let's get on with it." spoke the judge.

tara lifted her head. she had tears in her eyes.

time seemed to go by slow. tara was exhausted, so were the boys. it felt like this was going on for hours, expect it was only about thirty minutes in..

"your honor." louis spoke nervously. "ladies and gentlemen of the.. the audience." he turned to them.

"oh god. why did we choose him to be our lawyer?" tara whispered.

"i have no idea." egon whispered back.

"i don't think it's fair to call my clients frauds, okay, so the blackout was a big problem for everybody, okay? i was stuck in an elevator for two hours." he mentioned.

tara slumped down in her chair. this was getting worse not better. worse.

"and i had to make the whole time. but i don't blame them, because one time i turned into a dog and they helped me." he explained.

tara closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"thank you."

louis returned back to his chair.

they could hear people chuckling.

tara never felt more humiliated in her life.

"very good, louis. short, but pointless." egon commented.

time skip to another thirty minutes.

the proton packs were put out on display. something, the boys had to hold ray back for when the officers were taking them out of the ecto-1.

"mr.finaella." said the prosecutor. "please look at exhibits "A" through "F" on the table over here."

on the table next to the proton packs was the slime, ray collected from underground.

"do you recognize this equipment?"

"yeah." finella said. "that's the stuff that the cops took from their truck."

tara rolled her eyes.

"dumbass." she muttered.

"do you know what this equipment is used for?" asked the woman.

finella sighed. "i don't know. uh, catching ghosts, maybe. i don't know." he took a guess.

the judge gave him a look.

"may i remind that the defendants are under a judicial restraining order that strictly forbids them from performing services as paranormal investigators or eliminators."

louis got up, quickly handing the judge his paper after the woman did.

"thanks for the reminder lady." tara grumbled.

"so noted." the judge said, taking the papers.

"now, mr finella, can you identify the substance in this jar marked exhibit "F"?" she questioned as she picked up the jar and took it over to him.

he took the jar, examining it.

"yeah, yeah that's the stuff." he hummed.

tara rose a brow at him.

"your honor, i've been working underground for con ed for 27 years. i never saw anything like this in my life." mr finella honestly answered.

"hmm." nodded the judge.

"whatever's down there, they must of put it there."

ray stood up. "no, we didn't!" he objected.

egon and peter coaxed ray to sit back down.

tara let out a shaky breath, she ran her fingers through her hair.

the judge banged his gavel. "shut up!" he ordered. (idk why but that sounds so wrong 😂😂)

now, peter was sat at the chair with louis speaking. well, more like peter feeding him words and louis trying his best to repeat what he said out to the audience and to the judge.

"so, you were just trying to help out a friend?" louis stuttered out.

"a friend. who was frightened." peter whispered.

"who was a scared of what was happening to her." louis stumbled over his words.

tara clasped her hands together. "oh, god please help us all." she prayed.

"there's no choice in praying to god now, god can't help us." egon informed her.

tara whimpered. "aw, man." she pouted.

"and when you're scared, what?" louis turned to him.

"there was no evil intent." venkman repeated himself.

"there was no evil intent and no malice." louis echoed. "because you live here and when you live in a place, and you love it like you do."

the prosecutor slowly stood up, when she saw what was happening.

"you don't want nothin bad to happen.. what?" louis again turned to him. "it'll never happen again. it's an isolated incident, it's a one-shot deal." he blabbed.

"objection, your honor." the woman interrupted louis and peter.

"what?" louis stepped forward.

"he's leading the witness." she called them out.

"sustained!"

"give me a break, we're both lawyers." he said to her.

"mr. tully, do you have any questions for this witness that might have some bearing on the case?" the judge inquired.

louis turned to peter and asked; "do i?"

"no, we've helped them out already." peter denied.

"no, your honor." just as he walked away he looked over to the woman and went; "your witness."

"dr. venkman." the woman said as she walked over. "would you please tell the court why it is that you and your co-defendants took it upon yourself to dig a very big hole in the middle of the first avenue?"

"well, there's so many holes in first avenue, we really didn't think anyone would notice." he joked.

the audience laughed.

"you keep that up mister, i'll find you in contempt." threatened the judge.

tara went to go flip the judge off before egon gave her a look which made her put the middle finger down.

the slime gurgled.

"i'm truly sorry, your honor." peter apologized.

"i'll ask you again, dr.venkman. why were you digging the hole?" the prosecutor pressed. "and please remember you're under oath."

peter smiled. "there are some things in this world, that go way beyond human understanding. things that cannot be explained, things that most people don't want to know about. that is where we come in."

ray nodded his head, agreeing with everything peter said.

she stepped forward. "so, what you're saying is that the world of the supernatural is your exclusive province?" she questioned.

"kitten, i think what i'm saying is that sometimes... shit happens, someone has to deal with it, and who you gonna call?" peter exclaimed.

the audience erupted in cheers.

i mean, as they should.

"shut up!" the judge snapped.

time skip again, towards the end of the hearing.

"peter venkman, raymond stantz, egon spengler, tara venkman, stand up!" he yelled. "get up!"

they did as they were told.

tara's breathing hitched.

"i don't want to go to jail." she murmured.

"you too, mr tully." he included.

louis reluctantly got up with the others.

tara shut her eyes tight as the judge told off what they were guilty for.

tears ran down her face.

the slime began to gurgle again.

she reopened her eyes, that was the first thing she saw.

was the slime.

tara's brows furrowed.

"what the?" she whispered.

ray noticed it too.

"egy, she's twitching." ray relayed to egon.

egon looked over. his eyes widened too.

"i'm not finished!" the judge thundered.

the slime gurgled more, rising up to the surface of the jar.

"on a more personal note, let me just go on record as saying that there's no place for fake charlatans.."

"uh, your honor?" egon spoke up.

"shut up!" he barked. "tricksters like you in decent society.."

"uh, your honor this is really serious." tara interrupted him.

the slime bubbled over onto the table.

"you play on the gullibility of innocent people." he continued.

"yes, sir.." ray spoke up.

"be quiet!" he demanded.

some kind of wind picked up in the court, making the scene more intense.

tara had her eyes set on the slime.

what was it going to do?

what was going to happen?

"but." ray pointed.

"if my hands weren't tied by the unalterable tethers of the law"

the slime covered the table in it's pink goopy substance.

if this wasn't serious right now, tara would have smiled.

"i would invoke the tradition of our illustrious forbearers, reach back to a purer, sterner justice."

egon pointed to the floor.

everyone slowly got down, shielding themselves from the slime.

"and have you burned at the stake!"

tully gasped, slowly lowering himself down to the ground and under the table.

an explosion went off, eliciting screams from the audience.

tara gasped.

"woah!" she said in awe seeing two bright blue ghosts chained to chairs appear before them.

the ghosts laughed hysterically.

papers flew off of tables as the wind picked up in speed.

"wow!" ray also said in awe.

more screams erupted from the audience as they all tried scurrying away.

and people said ghosts weren't real.

"oh my god, the scoleri brothers!" the judge gasped.

the judge jumped over his bench and ran over to the group. he dropped to the floor, trying his best to stay hidden from the two ghosts.

"the scoleri brothers!" he exclaimed again.

"friends of yours?" tara sarcastically asked him.

"i tried them for murder, gave them the chair!" he explained.

the ghosts shrieked as it continued to wreak havoc in the courtroom.

this was intense.

at least tara wasn't feeling so stressed anymore.

"you gotta do something!" he said to them.

"why don't you just tell them you don't believe in ghosts?" egon sassed.

ray nodded in agreement.

the table lifted from them. they all screamed. they quickly got up, hurrying out of the way of any of the ghosts oncoming attacks.

they made it to the door.

the judge tried to open it. but alas the door wouldn't budge.

the ghosts had obviously locked it.

the judge knocked on the door repeatedly.

the ghost laughed.

the judge then turned to ray, holding onto him for dear life.

"you gotta do something! help me!" he begged.

tara snickered. finding this amusing.

"don't talk to me, talk to my attorney." spoke ray.

"and that's me!" louis cried.

the judge slowly turned to him.

"my guys (he quickly looked over to tara) and girl are still under a judicial mistrangement order." louis reminded him. "that blue thing i got from her." he said, referring to the prosecutor. "they could be exposing themselves."

"and you don't want us exposing ourselves!" peter stepped in.

"not after the shit you put us through today." tara added in.

speaking of the prosecutor..

she let out a scream as the two ghosts grabbed hold of her, dragging her out of the court room.

they all ran over, watching her being taken away.

tara smirked.

"bye, bitch." she waved.

the judge turned away. he had his hands on his head.

"oh, no!" he shouted.

peter went over to him with a smile.

"you're next, bubbles." he told him.

"all right! all right! i rescind the order, case dismissed." he gave in.

"hooray, we won the case!" louis cheered.

"now do something!" he ordered.

they came out from their hiding spot, going over to their proton packs.

they picked them up, putting them on. even tara put one on.

peter groaned as he put his on.

"i always hated this part of the business." he confessed.

tara laughed.

"wuss." she teased.

"shut it, or you're going to jail." peter joked.

they got out their neutrona wands, ready to attack.

"you know, it's been a couple of years since we've used this stuff." peter realized. "i hope it still works."

"it should. power cells have a half-life of 5,000 years." egon addressed.

"well, there's no time for a bench test." ray said. "heat 'em up."

as they turned their neutrona wands on..

"do."

"re."

"egon."

egon smirked when peter gave him a look.

"oh, so egon "i'm always serious" spengler has a sense of humor now?" tara commented.

this was some character development, if i do say so myself.

they looked ahead, just waiting for the ghosts to reappear.

ready to fire at any given moment.

the silence was so loud. it was deafening.

the wind wooshed as they each took a step forward.

chairs began to flip over on it's own. indicating the ghosts were here.

"whoa!" ray exclaimed.

the chairs bounced over one by one.

they started firing at the ghosts who now made their appearance(s).

the boys yelled out.

the ghosts growled at them.

sparks flew about in the room. as the group struggled capturing the insane ghosts.

"jesus! what are they a class five or something?" tara wondered.

"no, a class three. your nose would be bleeding if they were any higher." egon informed her.

the ghosts flew out of their reach, disappearing into thin air.

peter let out a yell.

silence filled the air.

did they catch them?

they started to laugh.

even egon laughed.

but their celebration was soon abruptly stopped by one of the ghosts reappearing.

"oh, shit!" tara swore, jumping a little.

louis screamed, running out of the way.

tara turned on her netruona wand again. she glared at the ghost.

"okay! hold it!" egon instructed her.

tara brought the ghost out to the middle of the room. she followed her proton stream.

once getting a perfect capture stream on the ghost. all three of the boys smiled in victory.

"you got him! you got him!" ray proudly exclaimed. "spengy, get the trap." he ordered.

"okay! okay!" egon said as he went to go grab the trap.

just as he did, the second ghost arrived. coming towards him, laughing it's eerie sinister laugh.

"behind you, ray!" egon pointed with the trapper.

egon ducked right as ray sent out his proton stream towards the ghost.

glass shattered, having most of it land onto the judge.

"hold him, ray!" he demanded.

peter stepped in and helped tara handle the first ghost.

"the both of you, start bringing him back!" egon told the father-daughter duo.

they did as they were told. slowly bringing it out of the center of the court room.

"come on, you fish eater. let's go. yeah tubby." peter insulted the ghost.

egon kneeled down, with the trap in hand.

"ray, keep pulling to the right." he commanded. "okay, the trap's going in." egon said once both tara and peter were closer to him.

egon slid the trap over.

"now, now, now!" yelled ray.

"hold it, ray!"

"hit it!"

egon hit the pedal, opening up the trap.

slowly but surely both the ghosts were zapped inside.

the trap beeped. they all stared at it with bated breath, just waiting for the ghosts to pop out.

once, they were for certain the ghosts were fully trapped inside..

tara let out a sigh she hadn't known she had been holding.

"oh my god. i thought it was never going to end." she expressed, holding a hand to her chest.

all four stepped over to the trap, with smiling faces.

"two in the box!" ray declared.

"ready to go." egon said back.

"we be fast." peter went.

"and they be slow!" all four exclaimed, pointing to the trap.

louis came into view and stared down at the trap.

"wow!"

*

the boys and tara walked out with many people from the press wanting to interview them.

"we're the best! we're the beautiful! we're the only, ghostbusters." peter declared.

the ghostbusters were back.

*

[starberryshuu]

The Test of Innocence

Part 1

One evening in the common area, Julie was casually flipping through her phone while Yoru lounged on the couch across from her. He was scrolling through something himself, but his mind was half elsewhere. The room was quiet except for the occasional sound of someone moving around in the kitchen.

Then, Yoru muttered, mostly to himself, "Damn, you’d be dangerous if you knew how to use your mouth properly."

Julie looked up, blinking at him. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Yoru stiffened. His brain short-circuited as he realized how it sounded. His ears went red immediately, and he coughed, looking away. "N-Nothing! Forget it!"

Julie frowned. "No, but—what do you mean? Use my mouth how?"

Yoru's soul was leaving his body. He waved a hand wildly, trying to bury the conversation before it went any further. "Forget I said anything!"

Julie squinted at him in confusion. "Wait, were you talking about speaking skills? Like debating? Or persuasion techniques? I do need to work on those…"

Yoru groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Oh my god, just shut up, forget it!"

Chamber, who had been passing by, stopped in his tracks. He watched Yoru's internal suffering with an amused glint in his eye. Then his gaze flicked to Julie, who was still deep in thought about whatever non-sexual thing she assumed Yoru meant.

Fascinating.

A smirk curled at the edge of Chamber’s lips as he leaned against the doorway. "Mademoiselle," he called out smoothly. "Do tell, how often do you put things in your mouth without thinking?"

Julie turned to him, still oblivious. "Ah, all the time! Like when I’m cooking, I taste-test without realizing!"

Yoru, who was just recovering, choked again.

Chamber’s smirk deepened. Ah, of course. Very innocent of you.

Julie just nodded. "Why are you both looking at me like that?"

Yoru looked like he wanted to throw himself out the nearest window, and Chamber? Chamber was far too entertained.

This was going to be fun.

An Experiment in Obliviousness

The day Yoru had unintentionally doomed himself was still haunting him. He hadn't meant it like that. Really. It was just an offhand comment about her talking—because, honestly, she wasn’t bad at words, she just didn’t use them aggressively enough. It was just unfortunate that it came out the way it did.

And now?

Now, Chamber had taken it upon himself to test Julie’s threshold for understanding innuendos.

It started off subtle.

Over breakfast one morning, Chamber handed her a croissant with a knowing smile. "Do be careful, ma chérie. I wouldn’t want you choking on something so large this early in the morning."

Julie, without hesitation: "Oh, I have a small throat! I always have to take small bites!"

Yoru, who had just sat down, nearly spat out his coffee.

Chamber, taking note, hummed. "Fascinating."

—

Next, he pushed it a little further.

Julie was helping in the kitchen one afternoon when Chamber leaned in and murmured, "You must be quite skilled with your hands, no? It takes patience and dexterity to handle something so delicate."

Julie blinked, glancing at the dough she was kneading. "Oh! Not really, I have bad grip strength. I actually struggle with firm things!"

Yoru dropped his phone.

Chamber rested his chin on his hand, eyes twinkling. "Poor thing. Must be frustrating when things slip right through your fingers."

Julie sighed, stretching her hands. "Yeah! That’s why I have to use both hands most of the time."

Yoru: absolutely not okay.

—

It kept escalating.

"Julie, I notice you are always licking your lips. A nervous habit, perhaps?"

"Oh! They get dry a lot, so I have to keep them moist!"

Yoru, who had just entered the room: turns 180° and leaves immediately.

—

It was at dinner one evening when Chamber finally decided to push her limits.

Julie was happily eating ice cream when Chamber leaned forward, watching her carefully. "Tell me, mon trésor," he said smoothly, "do you always take your time enjoying something so sweet? Or do you prefer to devour it all at once?"

Julie paused mid-bite, looking at him thoughtfully. "Hmm… I guess it depends on how big it is? But I usually savor things. Small bites first, then I work my way through the rest!"

Yoru choked violently on his drink.

Chamber, positively gleeful, finally asked, "Julie, ma douce, has anyone ever told you that you have quite the innocent mouth?"

Julie tilted her head, genuinely puzzled. "No? …Wait, is that a French way of saying I talk funny?"

At that moment, Yoru slammed his hands on the table, his face absolutely red. "FOR THE LOVE OF—JULIE, DO YOU NOT HEAR YOURSELF?!"

Julie, blinking at him, completely unaware of her crimes: "...What?"

Chamber laughed—a full, rich, satisfied laugh. "Ah, I adore this!"*

[disillusioned-phantasma]

Fushiguro Megumi (someone hold him god knows he needs it)

“He said what?”

You’re trying hard not to smile as Megumi stares at you, face scrunched up into disbelief and confusion

You just told him that Gojo was adamant that cursed techniques had something to do with the shape and size of your hand, especially when you had a similar technique to Megumi’s

and you wanted to test that theory out

“So let me get this straight - Gojo-sensei told you this.”

“Yes, Megumi, you literally made me say it five times now and no amount of asking is gonna change that.”

“No, no, I’m not hoping it’s going to change. I’m hoping that you don’t actually believe him.”

“Welp, I’m gonna have to crush your hopes, bud.”

He looks you dead in the eye for one second longer, hoping with all his heart that you were joking

You meet him as deadass as you can, trying not to burst out laughing

Because the thing is, of course you knew Gojo was pulling your fucking leg

When was he never

But since you started going out with Megumi, you haven’t had the guts to hold hands

So you thought why tf not, and decided to use your teacher’s stupid theory as your stupid excuse

You smile at him, puppy dog eyes and all

And Megumi knew he lost

You hold out your hand,  he aligns the heel of his own with yours before pressing your palms together

You actually marvel for a second that this is the closest you’ve been, with the exception of the occasional tackle hugs and high fives after a job well done

“Your hand is smaller.”

You don’t hear him clearly at first, still lost in your own thoughts, before you process his words

“Nah, your fingers are just longer.”

“Huh. You’re right.”

Your eyes travel from your hands to Megumi’s face

His eyes are trained on your hands, a soft look on his face

Definitely don’t think about how this is probably the closest he’s held someone’s hand since his sister

Forget staring at your hands, man, you just stare at Megumi’s face and the small ways they change with every movement you make

Like when you readjust your hand because his is starting to fall from concentrating too hard, and he almost flinches in fear that you’re going to pull away, but when you pick it back up, he seems to relax

“You alright there?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I am.”

You can barely grit your teeth to force the grin down when his eyes finally meet yours and he can’t runaway without letting go of your hand

So he’s forced to carry the shame that you saw him blush, using his free hand to cover his face best he can

“Are you done now?”

“Nope. One last thing.”

Before he can pull away, you fit your fingers into the spaces in between his, Megumi’s hand automatically closing around yours for a more comfortable position

Megumi.exe has malfunctioned to the point of no return

His eyes just go from your hands to you and back again, not really sure if this is happening

You wait for him to say something, but he remains quiet, his face mostly impassive as he stares you down

When nothing happens for another few seconds, you start getting worried.

But when you try to pull your hand away and shake him from his shock, he grips your hand tighter

“Megumi, are you-”

“Is this what you were planning on doing from the start?”

“...Maybe?...Yes...?”

“Then commit to it.”

Okay so maybe Megumi didn’t completely lose

Y’all just stay like that for a while, both too embarrassed to look at each other

When you finally hold hands while going out to town or something, someone has to initiate the conversation again and pretend the hand-holding isn’t happening between you guys or it’s going to be a very quiet time together

Gojo Satoru (episode 7 lives on in our hearts)

“What are you looking at, Little Mochi~?”

You guys are lazing around a couch for the first time in a really long time since becoming Jujutsu teachers

So when you guys finally got a day off at the same time, y’all took that chance to take an actual fucking break

You’re draped on the couch, Gojo’s legs over your lap, limbs are just everywhere and you’re eating as many sweets as Gojo could afford with on-hand cash when you went shopping at 6AM (god, there are too many sweets and he’s too fucking rich)

At some point, your gaze winds up on Gojo’s eyes, the rare instance where he doesn’t have his blindfold on, as he watches a movie you can’t quite remember, and then up to his hand lazily sitting over his forehead

And of course, he feels your stare on him (or maybe he just knew since he ain’t called Six Eyes for nothing)

You don’t answer him when he teases you for staring, which makes him more curious what made you quiet suddenly

“Toru, let me borrow your hand for a second.”

Maybe it’s how you so straightforwardly asked, or the laziness of the day has finally gotten to him, but he gives you his hand without much teasing or complaint

You hold his wrist with one hand while you press the other against his palm; at least, best you can with his Infinity in the way

“Little Mochi, what are you up to?”

“...Your hands are longer than mine no matter how I look at it…”

“...Are you half asleep, love?”

While you’re busy adjusting your hand to align with the heel of his palm or his fingertips, Gojo’s watching you, eyes half-lidded

He drinks in the way your face scrunches up, almost like if you focused hard enough, you’d  be able to perfectly align your hand with his

He lets out a soft laugh when he lowers his Infinity for you and moves his thumb to brush over yours

When you finally turn to him, he’s smiling softly at you, and you confuse it for him getting sleepy

“I like your hands more, Mochi.”

“Well, I like yours, Toru. I never get to hold them as much, so it’s nice to hold them like this.”

Before he can put up his Infinity back on, you intertwine your hands together, rubbing your thumb just below his

And when you’re content with that, you lay your hands down over his legs and go back to watching the movie, and you would’ve thought the conversation never happened if you didn’t continue running your thumb over his hand

Gojo goes back to watching the movie, or at least he appears to be

If he was honest, his heart was pumping a mile a minute and he was doing everything he could to keep his hand steady so you wouldn’t know he was practically vibrating

He was supposed to be the assertive one in this relationship, dammit, where the hell did you get these moves

He’s thankful the lights are off and the only light was coming from the TV - they hurt his eyes like shit but at least you don’t see him going red

He spends the rest of the movie feeling your skin and running his thumb over the back of your hand like how you did, just generally loving that you guys are touching and everything is as peaceful as it could be for people like you

Whines and wails when you get up to go to the bathroom but the moment you get back you’re holding hands again

Never puts up his Infinity over his hands when you’re around so you can hold it

Itadori Yuuji (ft. Bastard Sukuna coz we love to see him give us nothing)

“Oh, uh, so this is going to be awkward.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Yuuji be this embarrassed around you

Like, sure, he sort of was the first time you met, but this is somehow worse

He won’t meet your eyes and he looks like he wanted to be anywhere but wherever he was right now

It’s like you guys aren’t even dating

You stare at him patiently waiting for him to explain

Well, apparently, Nobara had made an off-hand comment about how soft and small your hands were when you asked her for hand sanitizer one time.

“-And I just couldn’t get it out of my mind, (Y/N)! Is your hand really smaller or is it because it was just being compared to Kugisaki’s? It’s not that big of a problem, but-”

“Here, Yuuji.”

Without even waiting for him to finish his rambling, you grab his wrist and press your palms together, heels aligned

He stops talking and his mouth forms a small “o” as he examines your pressed hands together

“Guess my hands really are smaller, huh?”

“That’s so cute. And they’re soft, too.”

Yuuji doesn’t even notice that you’ve gone quiet, doesn’t even notice that you open and close your mouth like a fish, unsure of what to say next

When you try to pull away to save yourself the shame, he grips your wrist, not tight enough to hurt but just enough to keep you in place as he continues to marvel at your hands

Trying to find something to distract yourself with as you continue to wallow in shame, you decide to focus on your hands

You can feel the callouses of Yuuji’s hand underneath your fingertips

“Are you okay?”

“Hm? Whaddya mean?”

“Your hands are really rough and-”

“Oh, is it bothering you? It’s because I’ve been practicing how to wield weapons. Sorry about that.”

“Oh, no, it’s just- OW!”

You pull your hand away at record speed at the feeling of something sharp

When you look at your hand, there’s an obvious bite mark

“Keep your hands off of my body, filthy human. I don’t want to catch whatever you have.”

“What do you mean your body? Also, who the hell you calling filthy? (Y/N), are you okay?”

You look up from your hand, grateful that it’s not bleeding, ready to reassure Yuuji

But you see the way he’s standing a feet farther away

You see the way he forces his palm closed into a  fist

The worry in his eyes

And your mind goes into overdrive

“Yuuji, wait for me here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Are you going to the medical wing? Let me go with you.”

“No, not the medical wing. Just give me a sec.”

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), wait!”

“Probably realized you’re pathetic, brat.”

“Shut up, Sukuna.”

You come back just when Yuuji was starting to think Sukuna was right

He’s surprised to see the look of determination in your eyes and what you’re wearing

He’s even more surprised when you go and intertwine your hands together

“Let’s see you bite through leather gloves, bitch.”

“Oh my god, (Y/N).”

You insist on going through your day holding hands, just to piss off Sukuna

Now it’s Yuuji’s turn to be embarrassed, but he’s smiling and laughing through how red he is

Because hot damn were you a great s/o

He knew that long before you started going out, but Sukuna better fucking know that, too, now

Yuuji enjoys himself on your impromptu date

He’s enjoying the fact that he’s so close to you and you’re holding on to him like you never plan on letting go

But he’s mostly happy that you want to be closer to him despite what he’s become

You wear leather gloves a lot now, but it’s worth it when Yuuji holds your hand whenever he’s close enough

＝＝✿＝＝｜✧••❀••✧｜＝＝✿＝＝

✨ Masterlist ✨

🌙 Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them into.

Intertwined//Various

@gipsyd​ asked: ok, since we are being all cute and fluff, can I ask how the boys, Megumi, Gojo and Itadori would react with their female s/o comparing their hands size? And ends up intertwining their fingers together

Pairings: Megumi x Reader; Gojo x Reader; Itadori x Reader

Synopsis: We love to see domestic love in this blog with some good old-fashioned hand holding with a side of crack scenarios

From Ari: Hope you don’t mind I did some small scenarios and twisted the idea a bit with Yuuji. Thanks for requesting, @gipsyd​ !This was a really cute idea and writing it was a really nice break from all my long fics haha I tried my  best writing for Itadori because I haven’t written anything properly for him yet asxdiada

Warnings: Swearing

Fic Length: Scenarios (unedited)

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[mysteriaqueen]

The Traveler's Journal

Day One Part T3 | <Prev • Next> | Word Count: 700 words

After the two disturbed the stranger and the blue dragon they go to investigate what was left behind.

Paimon floated ahead, much faster than Jaylenth, who had a cautious but relaxed pace. Jaylenth heard her call out to her from above.

“Be careful! Paimon doesn’t have a good feeling about this…” “Yes, because floating over there swiftly is careful,” She muttered, picking up the pace a bit. “What was that? Paimon couldn’t hear you!”

Jaylenth climbed atop the rock and ‘repeated’ what she said.

“Yes, because it is important to be careful.”

Paimon looked over at Jaylenth, slightly puzzled.

“So, whaddo we got here?” “Paimon’s never seen a stone like this before, so Paimon can’t tell what it is.” “How inconvenient,” Jaylenth said, putting a hand on her hip. “All Paimon knows is that it’s dangerous. Best we put it away for now.” “If you say so.” Jaylenth snatched the crimson crystal and packed it away. “Okay, we’ve got it! Now let’s get out of here.” "Back to heading to Mondstadt.”

And the pair did just that. Jaylenth hopped down from the rock and they followed the path with the occasional “ooo! Mushroom!” detour. But as the pair walked, they heard a perky young girl call out to them.

“Hey, you! Stop right there!”

A young girl, dressed mostly in red, ran off a cliff behind them, rolling as she landed. She brought a fist to her chest and then swiped her arm down in some strange sort of salute. She spoke again.

“May the Anemo God protect you, stranger!”

Jaylenth blinked at the spectacle before her and resisted the urge to check in with Paimon to make sure she wasn’t imagining it.

“I am Amber, Outrider for the Knights of Favonius.” “A what for the what-?” “You don’t look like citizens of Mondstadt-” “-Because we aren’t-” Jaylenth interjected. “Explain yourselves!” Paimon waved their hands around frantically. “We’re not looking for trouble.” “That’s what all the troublemakers say,” Amber said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms. Jaylenth stepped forward and waved. “Well hi, I’m Jaylenth.” “.... Doesn’t sound like a local name to me,” Amber replied, narrowing her eyes..

The Outrider looked between two; her eyes settled on the small floaty one.

“And this… mascot, what’s the deal with it?” “Paimon’s my friend.” Jaylenth looked at her guide fondly. “We’ve only been traveling partners for two months, but…. We’ve already become the very best of friends!”

The pair smiled at each other.

“So to sum it up, you’re traveling partners, right?”

They nodded in response.

“Well look, there’s been a large dragon sighted in Mondstadt recently. Best you get inside the city as soon as possible.” “Sounds reasonable.” Jaylenth nodded. “It’s not far from here, I’ll escort you there.” “Okay-” Jaylenth tried (and failed) to hide her taken aback-ness. “Aren’t you out here for some other reason?” Paimon asked. “I am. But not to worry, I can keep you both safe while doing that too. Besides…”

Amber eyed the two suspiciously once again, placing her hands back on her hips.

“I’m still not sure if I can trust you two just yet!” “Why so suspicious?” Jaylenth raised an eyebrow, tilting her head a bit. “Oh, ahh… I’m sorry. Probably not something I should say as a knight.” “Eh, honesty’s the best policy.” “Nono, I give you my apologies, uh… strange yet… respectable travelers.”

Does that really count as an apology?

“That sounded so fake!” Paimon yelled, putting their hands on their hips. “Do you have something against the type of language usage prescribed by the Knights of Favonius Handbook!?” Amber retorted, equally offended.

Did she just- get mad at us…? After she basically insulted us? Huh.

“Oh no! Not another slime!” Paimon yelled, pointing behind Amber. “Awwww cuuut- Why is it flying.” Jaylenth stared. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this!” Amber said as she prepared for attack.

With perfect aim and just one shot from her bow, Amber defeated the slime.

“Wow. Nice shot.” Jaylenth said, still staring at where the slime used to be. “Thanks! Now follow me.” 

Amber started off towards her objective

“Shiiiiit, Paimon, did you see that? She can escort me any day.” Paimon rolled her eyes. “Jaylenth, get moving!”

[kachowden]

Yandere Jock x Reader

You did not want to be here.

The seats were cold. Your butt hurt. It was loud. And the smell of sweaty feet and gym shorts was nothing short of a headache this early in the morning.

You knew you were being dramatic. Nobody liked gym class. Well. Nobody except maybe Loren. The campus “wonder boy”.

You guess you understood the hype. I mean the guy was a star player for your colleges team. Not to mention, insanely athletic, and good at about, well, just about anything. Except for y’know. His studies.

Which y’know gotta have that little cliche in their right? Who doesn’t love a big dumb jock huh?

And of course he was otherworldly pretty. Because obviously.

Okay maybe you were being a little hard on the guy. You didn’t hate him. Hell you hadn’t even talked to him!

A small part of you was willing to admit it might’ve been a slight case of jealousy

But only slight! The guy had everything practically handed to him and here you were busting your ass!

It sucked yknow? I mean what’s someone gotta do around here to get a helping hand-

“Hey! Watch out!-“

Suddenly the sound of rubber against skin boomed in your ears. A sudden shadow blocked your sight, and it took a moment for the sound of your own heart beat to settle, for you to realize what had just happened.

“Hey, you okay?”

The shadow moved, revealing a large hand, firmly grasping a stray volleyball. A volleyball that would’ve smacked you straight in the face because you were too busy monologuing to-

“Hello?”

Oh right

You hesitantly moved your eyes upwards, and nearly groaned out loud.

Wonder boy. Of course.

Time to embarrass yourself with your poor social skills!

“Oh shoot, hey, sorry-uhm..thanks for totally saving me back there! I mean, saving might be a stretch cuz the worse that could’ve happened might’ve been a bruise or on the very slim chance a concussion- but still I appreciate-“

“Pfft..”

Mother fucker did not just

Loren must’ve noticed your sudden change in mood, because he quickly coughed into his empty fist with a shy smile. His brown eyes were twinkling obnoxiously in your opinion, from the reflection of the faux lights.

“Sorry- sorry…I just uh…you’re kinda dorky”

This bitch.

A scowl quickly took residence on your face, a snarl being on the verge of pouring out.

“Right. Well I said thanks so, I think I’ll be on my way now. Thank you, again for the save. Or whatever.” The last part came out as more of a grumble than anything, and yeah you might’ve been a little petty for it, but come on who says that to someone you just met??

As if realizing his mistake, Loren’s grin fell agape, and with slow reaction time, unusual for someone like him, he moved to follow after you towards the door way.

“Hey wait no! I meant it in-“

The door closed with a thunderous slam.

“-a cute..way.”

“……”

A hand perched itself on Lorens broad shoulder.

“Hey man! Who you talkin to?”

A fellow player chirped at the brunette, who’s lips had settled into a troubled frown before he snapped his eyes towards the other player.

He didn’t know his name.

There was a brief moment where the player swore he was being glared at by the Star member, but it was gone so fast he figured it to be a trick of the artificial light.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back to the group yeah?”

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God what a long day

Loren sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that hour, sweat pouring from his brow as he roamed the mostly barren halls.

It was fairly late in the evening.

There was the occasional straggler, most of who greeted him enthusiastically.

“Hey Loren! Can’t wait for the game this week!”

“Loren! You goin to the BMZ’s party tomorrow?”

He responded the way he normally would. Smiles, “hell yeahs”, and high fives. Though at this point he was just going through the motion. He didn’t really feel the need to show up to the parties. But he decided he’d wait to see how he felt by tomorrow.

Right now, he just wanted to get home and relax.

“Stupid- fucking professor! Couldnt wait till I- goddammit!”

Maybe home could wait a while longer

Loren peeked around the corner, and swore he almost did a backflip at the sight of you slouched against an empty classroom door.

Perfect.

“Hey!”

The moment your eyes drifted to his he swore he almost forgot how to breathe. You were way too cute.

But the frown on your kissable lips was disheartening to say the least.

“What do you want?”

Okay that hurt a little, but he kept his easy going grin as he strode to stand above you,

a visual he found…almost unnatural really.

It felt weird. Wrong, to be standing above you like that. But he disregarded the feeling for now. No matter how strong the desire to drop to his knees was.

“Need a hand?”

He heard you scoff

“Right..the professors gone so unless you have a key to the city than-“

Click!

He wanted to laugh at the stunned look on your pretty face. But that didn’t go well last time so he settled for a smile.

“…Ta-da!”

You looked less amused than he had hoped, with the way your head whipped back and forth before you carefully stepped in.

“Why the hell do you have a key that opens this classroom?”

“When you’re the “School Pride” you get a few extra privileges sometimes.”

You mumbled something at that, but he was unfortunately stood too far away to hear what you said clearly. He figured it was a jab at him. Not that he minded.

With quick, but still obviously cautious steps, you peddled on over to one of the front desks, where a lonely bag sat.

Quickly and nimbly you scooped it over your shoulder and made your way back to the brunette, who stood guard at the doors entrance. Almost dutifully.

Loren had to beg the universe that you didn’t hear his thundering heart and stuttering breath when you stopped directly infront of him.

Fuck you were so fucken cute up close what the fuck

“Thanks.”

“Huh?- Oh! Yeah of course anythingforyou”

.

.

.

.

“What?”

“What?”

“……”

You eyed him suspiciously for a moment, before seeming to sigh in resignation.

Moving out from the doorway, and away from him, you paused outside where you had previously had your little breakdown.

“Anyway. Thanks again. For the double save and stuff.” You almost looked pained saying that if he was being honest. But he’s take what he could get for now. “See you around. Or something.”

Wait what?

You were leaving again? Already? He barely even had time to stare at you!

I mean. Talk to you. And make up for embarrassing you earlier!

“Wait!”

You paused, almost irritatedly but seemed to ultimately decide to be civil and hear him out. Probably because you liked him now.

(No you were just tired.)

“How about you come to my game this week yeah? It’s on Thursday.”

.

.

“Why?”

“Because i want you to. And I wanna make up for this morning.”

Loren watched anxiously as you seemed to weigh your options.

“Please?”

Again, you sighed, before turning around and beginning to stalk off down the hall.

“I’ll think about it. I guess I owe you anyway.”

Nowaynowaynoway

Loren waited for you to turn the corner

“YES!”

He jumped up excitedly, “yes yes yes! Hell yeah!” clenching his fist with a enthusiastic grin, eyes practically shooting beams of excitement with how bright they were.

This was it. This was the beginning.

Fuck yeah! He was so pumped now!

You could consider this Thursday’s win dedicated to you.

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A/N: this ask/story was so fun to read and write about! I love getting asks so don’t worry about sending too many btw <3 thank you so much! Perhaps we’ll see more of Loren in the future? Hope you like my take <3