#still blamin 'im

[scriv3lloirl]

Sorry man, it wasn’t very thoughtful of me to just poke you like that without asking. I see how my actions have harmed you and thats not the kind of man i want to be anymore. I hope you can forgive me and we can start to heal this relationship

A'ight, pal.

[gothic-thoughts]

A Kiss Before I Go

(a remaster for the girlies)

Satoru Gojo x Black Fem Reader Fluff

Ex-friends2lovers, Deputy!Reader, Cowboy!Gojo

CW: she/her pronouns, reader gets shot, gojo a rich bounty hunter, a lil angsty

TW: blood mention, passing out, shooting/killing mention

Word Count: 1154 (give or take)

"Ya really came all this way to find lil' ol' me...?"

I look up to see Gojo Satoru standing on the second-floor balcony with his revolver pointed back at mine. Despite the black bandana over his eyes, I could tell by that smirk that he looked down on me in amusement as I stumbled into his house.

"That's sweet~" He finished, "Ya really that desperate for my attention, (Y/n)?"

"You killed the mayor!"

"Aht, aht, don't gimme that. Ya know I don't just go on killin' folk; I was paid, he was a criminal. Simple as that."

"So how come other folks are dead?"

"Cuz they got in the way of my work and I happened to have 5 bullets left." 

"Well, I'm here finishin' up my work so you're under arrest."

"And what if I don't wanna?"

"Then..." I stumble a little, "Then I'd have to kill ya."

"Kill me? Really now, ain't that bordering on vigilante territory? Not gon' lie, I'm kinda hurt, thought we were thick as thieves."

"I don't give a rat's ass h-how close we were. Put ya hands up and walk down those steps real slow like and maybe I'll visit ya in jail."

"Were?"

"Were."

He scoffs, loosening his grip on his gun.

"I had to kill him with no witnesses or I don't get paid."

"W-well I guess it's too bad ya got one. Now, reach for the sky and walk down the steps. I'm t-takin'...."

Gojo pauses and presses his pelvis to the wooden railing to lean over the balcony. He squints.

"You bleedin' already?" He chuckled, "I ain't even shoot you yet."

I look down just in time to see a couple droplets of blood fall from my hip and crash into the small puddle of previous drops made on his old wooden flooring.

"What the fuck, you okay?" He asked, straightening up, "That amount of blood ain't nothin' to sneeze at... y'sure y'alright?"

"Don't act like ya care." I pant.

"(Y/n), did you ride all this way wit'--"

Everything became fuzzy and the next thing I knew, the back of my head stung with pain and I was now staring at his high ceiling. Rapid steps echoed around me and all I had to do was blink before seeing Satoru kneeling beside me and quickly lifting my shirt to see the hole where the blood was pooling out. He muttered curses to himself.

"Who did this to ya?" 

"L-leave me alone."

"Shut up and tell me who did this."

"C-cops."

"The fuck they shoot ya for?!"

"I was the only one holdin' gun in the crowd... They thought I killed 'im."

His face contorted into shock as he took out a different black bandana from his pocket and pressed it into my wound.

"Why the hell do you have a second bandana?" My voice strains as the pain grows slightly more intense.

"Case I get mine ripped inna bar fight. Now hush, I'mma getcha back to town, 'kay?"

"Think I'd rather die, actually."

"What, ya still don't trust me~?"

"You the reason I'm shot, Satoru. And I was here to arrest you."

"Well since y'already blamin' me, I'll tell ya old friends ya made a valiant effort before I shot ya."

He starts to help me up, slinging my arm over his opposite shoulder as he helps me outside to horse and carriage. I stared at it but despite my pained, glazed-over eyes, I was in shock.

"You tellin' me... you a bounty hunter but got a carriage 'stead of just a horse?"

"I got horses too, I just cain't help it if I'm a lil' high-maintence." He laughs, "And lucky for you, my driver ain't here; so you get to have the pleasure of me takin' the reins." He winks.

"If I wanted to die, I woulda just stayed on ya living room floor."

"Oh shut up and c'mon."

Satoru helped me climb onto the carriage floor, and I didn't even bother pulling myself onto the seat since the pain was so bad. As soon he closes the door, I roll onto my back with tears stinging my eyes. My head rolled to the side as the horse's galloping fell deaf on my ears as I felt the bullethole gush more blood.

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"Gojo!"

"Huh, what!?"

I looked at his panicked face before looking to the other side of my bed to see a tray of bloody cotton balls on a medical cart. Satoru walks towards the bed and I shift towards him and immediately stop and wince at the feeling of tight pulling at my side.

"Hey, hey." He soothed, resting his hand on my knee, "There's stitches in there, so relax."

"What?"

"You in the hospital, 'member?"

I punch him across the face to which he jerks his head from it. He smiles smugly, as he rubs his jaw.

"I shoulda shot you on sight."

"Right, yeah-yeah, 'course, keep that energy for after you recover. We'll can continue this lil' meet up somewhere else."

Satoru cupped my face in his hand and pulled me into a deep kiss, almost like he missed me. I try to keep my eyes open in surprise only to slowly succumb to the passion. But as they start to close, his lips are torn from mine with a smug chuckle.

"Been waitin' on that for a while." He smirks, "And that's the only thing that's gonna keep me goin' 'til we meet again."

"If we meet again, I'mma kill you where you stand!"

"Like I'd let you do that..." He places another peck on my lips, "Besides, I just gave you some incentive not to."

"Wait, what--"

"Don'tchu die on me now, officer."

He tips his hat and jogs out of the room. He didn't kiss me like he missed me, he kissed like he was going to. 

"Gojo!"

I painfully stand up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, and use the iron headboard to help me stand. I hold my side and limp after him into the brightly lit hospital corridor only to see nurses and patients calmly walking the corridor as if nothing happened.

"Ma'am, please. Ma'am!" A nurse worried, "Those stitches need to heal."

"Where did he go? He ran out of my room!"

"Where did who go?"

"Gojo? Satoru Gojo?!"

"The... bounty hunter...?"

I roll my eyes, "Yeah-yeah, he was in my room and just ran out! You tellin' me you ain't seen 'im?"

"Ma'am, you ain't had any visitors since you were admitted."

"Riddle me this; who emitted me then?"

The nurse grabs and reads a chart, "Says here, your brother did."

"Wha-- and you believed 'im!?"

"Had no choice... Fella insisted he write it himself."

She showed me the sign-in sheet, pointing at the bottom, to see he wrote my name for the patient's column and then literally wrote "her brother" in the admittees column. I scoff and curse under my breath, half pissed off yet half impressed. That bastard brought me here, then snuck back hours later for a fuckin' kiss. But thinking about them again, almost makes me feel better about potentially losing my job.

"You seen what he looked like though, right...?"

"Tall fella, all black get-up...hat hid his face and hair though."

I groan. "'Course it did..."

[miuszn]

Ok i Just found my new fav writer 🤍so i NEED to ask this ( do It only if you want)

What about an ellie x fem!reader where they go out on Patrol ,they run into a lot of zombies of every type , ellie gets bit and reader sees It so now ellie needs to explain the whole immunity thing and reader believes her ,

They go back to Jackson where Joel (lets Say he skipped golf lessons this time) finds out and freaks out and gets mad at ellie cause She wasnt supposed to tell anyone so he wants ellie to break up with reader but ellie doesnt want to so they fight and ellie goes back to reader for comfort

Its up to you if Joel and ellie fix this whole argument thing

(also Sorry if my english Is perfect🤍)

hiii anon <33 first of all i’m so honored u consider me ur fav writer i never expected to get so much love from the community so fast im rlly grateful to all of u hehe <33 . anyway , i rlly love ur idea !! i decided to write a short drabble instead because i’m working on another fic but i still wanna post some stuff while i’m working on that , hope ur fine w that 🥹🩷 ( note : this is an alternate universe where ellie already forgave joel and they were starting to fix their relationship .. also this might be kinda ooc especially joel bc i’ve never written him before eheh )

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

you weren’t sure how it happened. you were only gone for a second, you swore, and somehow ellie got bit. you knew it was a bad idea to leave her in a room full of clickers, but you knew she was strong and should’ve been able to clear them out with ease. the second you saw the small bite mark on her hand, you realized what had happened. your heart sank. in a panic, you burst into tears and kept apologizing over and over for about 15 minutes until ellie was able to calm you down and explained to you that she’s immune, leaving out the details of the whole situation with joel and the fireflies. of course, you didn’t believe her. it seemed ridiculous. how the hell would someone be immune and not be out there in some lab being researched or whatever, like in movies?

it took you a while to believe her, but eventually, you did. you helped wrap her hand with bandages so no one would see the note mark, because the less people knew, the better.

you were distraught for the rest of the day. you felt horrible. she kept telling you there’s no need to keep apologizing, but you still felt the need to. what if that had been someone else? what if ellie wasn’t immune? how the hell was she immune in the first place? so many questions ran through your head.

later that night, you laid awake still thinking about today. you were disappointed with yourself for what you did, yet still so confused.

you heard some knocking on your window, and looked out to see ellie. you opened your window and let her in. she sat on your bed next to you.

“what’re you doing here?” you asked.

“just wanted to check on you,” she replied, “and. uh. joel’s kinda mad.”

you were confused. you wondered how he even found out, but it’s like she read your mind and answered.

“i told him about what happened today. just casually. and he completely lost it.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“i can’t believe that girl let you get bit.” joel wasn’t even looking ellie in the eye. he was extremely disappointed in both of you.

“it wasn’t her fuckin’ fault, joel! i didn’t think anything bad would happen either! if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me-“

“i’m blamin’ the both of you! what the fuck did you think was gonna happen back there? leaving you in a room full of clickers to fend for yourself? now one more person knows about you bien’ immune and all. god knows if she can even keep a secret.”

“what the fuck makes you think shes just gonna tell everyone? she’s not like that at all. why the hell are you acting like you don’t know that-“

“why the hell are you actin’ like that girl’s any good for you? all she does is get you into trouble.”

ellie went silent. she was shocked at how different he was acting. all this time he had been so nice to you, not once showing a sign of not trusting you or disliking you. she was conflicted, and in the heat of the moment, she just turned around and left, fuming with anger. she was starting to wonder if joel was actually right, but realized that was such a stupid thought. the worst part is, she wasn’t even sure if he meant it. now she didn’t know what to do. just as they were starting to fix things, life threw another curveball at them.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

you were hurt by what ellie was saying. his words just further fueled the thoughts in the back of your mind saying that this was all your fault. but ellie realized this and tried her best to comfort you. she kept saying it wasn’t your fault, that she fucked up too, that she’s sure he didn’t mean it and he was just angry. while you were hurt by his words, that wasn’t your main concern. you thought about how this incident just further damaged their already broken bond that they’ve been trying to fix these days. you felt like because of you, all that progress was thrown away in less than 24 hours. and it was an ugly feeling. you felt even worse than you did before, and you didn’t know what to do.

“ellie..” you placed your hand on hers, “i’m sorry.” you started to tear up.

“hey..” she pulled you close and hugged you.

“it’s just.. i don’t know what exactly happened with you and joel. you don’t have to tell me. and everything is getting better now and i’m just scared i’ve ruined it and i just-“

“hey,” she interrupted you, “don’t worry about that, okay? it’s not your fault. i’ll.. i’ll figure it out. you don’t have to worry about me and joel. we’ll be fine.”

“are you going to forgive him for it?”

“i’m not sure,” she sighed. “if he didn’t mean it, maybe. but if he did, i doubt i can.”

“i don’t want you to lose progress with him just because of me..”

“we’ll be fine. please.. just.. stop worrying, okay?”

you nodded hesitantly.

while the guilt of possibly extending the process of ellie’s forgiveness of joel would continue to exist within you, at least for as long as it took her to finally reconcile with him, you were grateful to have her by your side. and you were sure to be with her every step of the way.

[maximuswolf]

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[im-a-lil-bitch-boi]

gods i hate when my mom gets mad, cuz she'll basically turn into a giant toddler and throw a fit and yell at anyone and everyone that she sees is "in the wrong" or "did her dirty".

like she got mad at me bc she couldnt find her work clothes and instead of simply askin for us(us bc she began to blame my lil sister too) to go and check if thdy were hung up or still in the washer or even if she didnt put them in the dirty hamper, no. she had to yell about her clothes bein missin(keep in mind, when my clothes go missing she tells me it doesnt matter even tho its usually clothes i bought. and ion make a fuss abouf the clothes she bought me bc im so used to her takin stuff she bought me and givin them to my siblings, usually my lil sister as i "dont need them anymore").

she literally threatened to kick me out(which is legal as im an adult, however ik thats not gonna be the case cuz a couple of months ago she told me to take my stuff and leave and do nothin else but also refused to allow me to go and kept on snatchin everything outve my hands and told to to deep clean instead, AND THEN kept yellin at me to leave), and im honestly surprised she didnt yank my around by my hair like she did last time. then again she wasnt drunk this time so that might be y.

im so fuckin tired and stressed and now i cant even sleep bc im wide awake after lookin for a stupid shirt that she quite honestly couldve got up and looked for herself instead of sittin in her room amd throwin a bitch fit over it not bein where she wants it.

its so fuckin exhaustin to be continued to be pushed to my limit jus bc she can do it. my limit is not the same as ur lady, especially when u cant even get up and walk to the damn store for urself. idc if ur sick u sent me when i was sick, u sent me multiple times when i was sick and injured and didnt care. u sent me to get smth and got mad when i got it sayin "u shouldve known that not wut i wanted?!" then y was it on ur mimd? y'd u tell me to get it?! jus except u misspoke and stop blamin me like i can read mimds. i cant so leave me tf alone

[familiar-finn]

"Because he's a selfish, narcissistic, arrogant, obsessive, controlling, manipulative cuntbag?" Finn offered as an alternative that met with Adrasia's own theory. He glanced down at the shot his friend still hadn't touched and pursed his lips together. "You better toss that one back before I take it from you," he warned, sure that likely wouldn't tempt the celestial into even sipping on it.

"You've seen this already." He gestured to the scars on his face from escape attempt. "After Gareth caught me, he... dragged me back to the castle and flogged me 'till I couldn't even stand up. He dropped me on the living room couch of our suite without my powers, bleedin' all fuckin' over, and left me to figure it out. Any idea I had that Faust gave even the tiniest shit about me..." Finn pressed his lips together and shook his head. "He didn't help me, didn't even bother to see if I was okay. He locked himself in his room havin' a hissy fit all cause Gareth temporarily negated his magic so I couldn't be instantly healed and only insisted on blamin' me for that privilege lost. When I asked 'im for help, he told me he couldn't bear to see me this way, it was "too painful" for 'im. Imagine how I felt," he snorted, rolling his eyes. "I wound up callin' Krovs Town chief of police who drove all the way up 'ere in the middle of a blizzard. Made me realize Faust never had been there to clean up the messes I made unless they affected 'im personally, so y'know..." He grinned crookedly at Adrasia now, holding up a freshly filled shot glass for himself towards his old friend. "Thanks for actually carin' about me no matter how much I exasperate you, angel face."

Adrasia relaxed minutely to at least hear Finn was freed from one manifestation of Faust's control. From the tone the familiar was taking, he felt a little more hopeful to think Finn may also be freed from the more insidious emotional ties, but those bonds could in some ways be far more difficult to break. If Finn had truly been subject to the deluge of Faust's emotions, the demon at least would have had access to a more honest version of the witch, clarity enough to realize where Faust's priorities remained: with himself. "It would have been bad enough to force it on you even if he didn't decide to punish you for rightfully putting an end to it when he offered," Adrasia said, firm in his judgement, "Why give you the option, if he would only reward one answer? Other than to satisfy his own ego by having you choose him after he'd already forced the matter regardless of what you wanted. You were wise to have it broken."

[pomarrillo]

i dont want to fill in my art summary past august my ART GOT WORSE OOOUUUUUGHHHHHUUGHHHGUHHH

[fordanoia]

*sees this*

Me at nearly 3am, wildly pulling out my old color based meta theory, scrolls of parchment falling out from my armfuls of supplies: oKAY SO This Progression Though...

[aceyanaheim]

I keep going from feeling bad my final grade was a C to being Upset at my teacher my final grade was a C

[jamestrmtx]

Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Sixteen | Dummy! (Part 2 of 3)

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When you're done freshening up, dinner's already underway. The scent of vegetables and broth hits your nose, and the cold temperature left behind by the storm brings forth an additional hint as to what the monster's cooking up for dinner. You try to stay soundless as you sneak off to the kitchen and stand behind him, looking over his shoulder when you make it there.

"I can tell you're here, pal," Sans says, chuckling. 

He turns to you with a spoon held out in his hand. There's a sample of soup on it, waiting to be tested. The scent reminds you of having missed lunch break due to the stormy weather, with the hours it lasted bringing forth your boss's decision to call the rest of your shift off. You were supposed to be at your last meeting by now, but the rain and wind had proven to be superior, canceling all plans. Less work meant less pay, though you try to refrain yourself from worrying too much about that right now. "Taste it." He offers it out to you, still waiting. You, on the other hand, take a while to do anything, overthinking the situation as you then debate on whether to grab the spoon or taste it right off his hand. The first option had the risk of you brushing hands with the monster and spilling the soup in the process, yet tasting it right off his hand was almost unthinkable to do. 

Another thought pops into your mind, and that's whether it was fine to trust the skeleton by tasting the food and giving him the benefit of the doubt about it not being tampered with. Though you knew him for a few months now, it's still impossible not to acknowledge a possibility like that one. If a man you'd known for so many years had ended up leaving you, only to make a scene like yesterday's when trying to get back with you, who's to say a stranger with customs far different from yours wouldn't do something similar -- or worse?

You remind yourself of your main and original task: confronting him and the rest of the monsters over the choices they made back at the Underground, regardless of how charming and kind they were being with you currently. Sans was no less of an exception. This wasn't only for Frisk's safety and their overall state of well-being, but for your reputation as their parent -- and for your peace of mind, too.

You figure you've taken too long based on how the skeleton backs the spoon away.

His grin widens, and he then sips the contents off the spoon, leaving it empty. "I promise it ain't poisoned." He gives his back to you as he goes to wash the spoon, offering it to you after it's been cleaned. "You can taste it now." Sans moves aside, creating space for you to step forward and scoop a bit of the soup still bubbling in the pot.

Just as you're about to eat it though, he says, "I'm not the best cook around, so go ahead and lemme know if it tastes funny." 

A smile forms on your face when you hear that, captivated by the idea of him having no clue how to begin cooking, and even more considering he was at your home instead of his. If it was often difficult for beginners to cook in the familiarity of their own home, you can't imagine how it must feel doing that at another person's place. For a moment, you wish you could've seen him in the process of cooking, an opportunity you'd lost while you went off to shower and change.

When you taste it, what's missing drops into your thoughts; years of having cooked at home reveal the capability of identifying that quickly. You consider the suggestion and confirm what the soup's lacking when you clean up the spoon and take a second sample off the pot. "It's good," you say, setting it aside. "Just needs a bit of salt and more time to stew. The rest is fine."

"Thanks," he replies, hands going back to his pockets. "Paps wants to improve his cooking, so I figured I've gotta better mine some more before I teach 'im anything."

Again, your mind finds itself in a conflict. While it's charmed by the thoughtfulness of that comment, it's also clouded by the morose reminder of why you'd asked him to stay for dinner in the first place. To distract yourself, you add the missing ingredient to the soup and walk with Sans to the couch while it finishes boiling.

It feels strange to sit so far apart from each other, but he doesn't close off the distance, nor do you.

You prop a leg over the other and rest a hand over your knee, bouncing the one on the floor when you lack anything more to say. Your thoughts scramble around as you try to find a way to make the situation less awkward. When you glance back at him, you see it's something he also seems to want to end; your gaze meets with his when you both decide to look at each other's side -- synchronizing.

He shifts closer and you do the same, continuing until your hands touch.

Almost immediately, you pull back, yet your gaze remains locked with his, eyes drifting down to his teeth. Even as he gets nearer, you stay put, lost in your thoughts and the risky scenario unfolding. Your brain and heart scream at you to stop; your body -- conversely -- refuses to move out of its current spot and rebels by inching closer to him, until you're near enough to catch the scent of the only soap brand you often bought for showering: soft-scented, cheap, and antibacterial. It's strange to catch that aroma from someone other than yourself. Frisk preferred using a different kind, making the situation much more intimate than you would like it to feel.

You grab his hand again as he leans into you, only stopping himself when your back presses against the armrest. Then, he pulls his hand back and uses both to hold your shoulders and corner you right into place. Height difference makes it so that his legs stay knelt on the couch while yours hang off it, these tucked aside as you focus on the matter at hand. He brings himself closer as he tries to level out your heights, grip on you staying. The sound of your heart and of the soup simmering by the kitchen are the only two other things to keep your mind occupied from what's happening; anticipation makes your breaths waver.

As if the situation couldn't get tense enough, the door of the living room opens and in barge two people, leaving you in an iced state. 

Rather than Frisk and Toriel, it's Frisk and Jerry who stand at the frame, one casting a look of betrayal at the monster while the other scrutinizes the scene. You try standing up, yet the monster's hands hold you back, body held up over yours -- still cornered. His face reveals nothing but conflict, an expression similar to your state of mind regarding how freely to act with him. 

Jerry leaves without a word and shuts the door too slow for it to even click. Frisk does the rest of the job for him by locking it, checking it again, and saying nothing themselves as they look at you in the eye and sign, "Can we talk later, ren?"

Still in a tough position, you nod once, lacking strength or words to say anything out loud. 

Sans doesn't move even as Frisk disappears into the hallway.

You see his irises falter when you look at him; his gaze isn't fully there. A few drops of sweat are present on his forehead, and you can feel his hands grow colder with each second. "...Are you okay, Sans?" you ask, voice faint. "I, um... I think the soup should be ready now."

You hope that's enough to snap him out of it, only to have that contradicted when his hold on you stays. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he mutters, huffing, "I failed you."

Sans moves back while you sit up straight; silence returns. He stands up and goes to turn off the stove, all done within more time than you would expect as he chooses to stay there a few more minutes, staring aimlessly at the kitchen's wares. You rest your hands on your knees, and you wait to see what he does next. There's not much you can do now that you were caught in a moment like that one, and there's no time to beat yourself up over it, either. All you can do's admit your blame where it best seemed fit, and that was in letting your inner voice act before you. You'd given it your strongest efforts to wait until your first year of college to date Jerry, only to then wait until you had a stabler job by your second semester to actually do anything more serious with him, and later waited six more years alone, watching as Frisk grew up in your care for most of the time, only to let your wants show through now of all times.

Excuse through excuse -- be it valid or not -- you'd restricted yourself at every moment you saw possible.

All that, and yet it still felt as if you hadn't done enough.

You wanted to be stronger. 

"Frisk told me 'bout your situation," Sans says, distracting you from your thoughts. "Not whatever happened with Jerry, but the way you see monsters, and well… me, in general." He turns away from the kitchen and sits back down on the couch, looking directly at you, though for wholly different reasons than earlier ago. His hand stays over yours, more comforting than sultry. Were you to know him for any longer, you would've assumed he's holding his soul on his sleeve, yet you remind yourself he's still a stranger. "Maybe this's my habits showin' up, but if I were to judge you based on what they told me, I'd say you're labeling yourself as the bad guy." His fingers intersect with yours, squeezing your palm. "Of all the things I've gotten to learn about you, this's one of the least you should be blamin' yourself for. If anything, you're not exactly the only one responsible for all that's been happenin' right now."

Your breaths grow tighter the longer you keep listening to him. Your heart's racing again, yet it's not the same as before. The monster lets your hand go, continuing with, "I can't tell you just how different we are from each other, and how much I wish I had a fraction the amount of willpower you and your kid have." He sighs; a hint of a smile shows despite the furrow in his gaze. "You've got some things right about me, and one of 'em's havin' chosen to act too late. Being unable to be there for those I care about, more specifically." His nose cavity flares as he lets out a stifled laugh, remorse showing in spite of his best efforts not to let that happen. "I hate who I used to be, and even now, I still feel like I could've done more. I wanna try harder, but I don't have a clue on where to start with that."

Sans tries to stand up, yet fails to. He heaves out a breath as he closes his eye sockets and surrenders himself back on the couch; he rests his elbow over the armrest and lets his chin rest on his hand. After that, he looks back to your side, an apologetic gaze showing as his grin widens and his crease deepens, the way his monster anatomy worked allowing him to further display similar movements to that of a human narrowing their gaze. "Keep taking credit where it's due, (Y/N). And when you've got somethin' you want to improve, try your best to overcome it." He pauses, and the crease in his gaze lessens as he casts a fonder look at you. "Not that you ain't tryin' already. But you're still takin' up too much of the blame, and not realizing when you can be free. It doesn't have to be with me -- or anybody else, for that matter -- but try to live life a lil' more. Don't just dwell on the past and restrain yourself from stuff you want to achieve for yourself. You should live for you, just as you're tryna live for others."

He closes his eye sockets and brings a hand to his face, rubbing his forehead until he lets out a hushed sigh. Then, he opens them and straightens up on his seat, hands resting on his lap. There's a brief pause, broken when he breathes in again, saying, "...So a skeleton and a single parent walk into a bar," he takes another stop, continuing with, "One bares their skin to the bartender, earnest down to the bone," his breath hitches, yet he composes himself quickly, "the other sits back, looks into the past, and then wonders why he's feelin' so lonely."

He huffs and ends it all with a chuckle and an attempt at covering his face away from your sight. You stop him with the brush of a hand, taking his cheekbone when he turns to you. His body's shaking and a few tears escape his sockets, these he tries to wipe with his free hand, only for you to hold him back by doing that yourself. Caught in the moment, you kiss one of them away, the expectance of a salty taste proven wrong as you receive a hint of sweetness instead -- reflecting the memory of your day with him at the pâtisserie. His shoulders shake as he chokes back a sob, breaking down. His hands grab your back, bringing you in for a hug as he seeks more comfort. In that embrace, you can feel how his rib cage rises and falls at quick intervals, slowing down when you hug him back and wait until he breaks it apart.

The wait's as long as you expect it for someone in his state; the weight of his breaths diminish as he calms down and lets you go.

"Sorry about that," he comments, chuckling. "Wasn't really myself for a moment there, huh?"

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Bestie I CANNOT BELIEVE you’re making me ask this but… 👀 Tobi Bobi [redacted] post 👀

IM making YOU ask for a [redacted] post about TOBI and BOBI ?????!?!?!? About 2016 J-COLE and NEANDERTHAL brow ?!??!!??!? about TOBIAS and BOBAN ????? BOBAN ???

b 0 B A N ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

don't be actin like I'M the one makin YOU want HORNY THOUGHTS about T O B I aND BOBI ?!?!??!?????? when YOU could've picked ANY of my SEXY SHIPS to ask REDACTED thoughts of ?!?!?!?!?!?!????? LIKE PG/STEVEN OR DAME/LEBRON OR RUDY/BOOGIE OR JRUE/PJ OR- ... wow... i don't really have a lot of sexy ships, actually ...- BUT WHATEVER YOU GET MY POINT AJDVSK

tHESE HORNY TOBI/BOBI THOUGHTS ARE ALL ON Y O U, HOMIE 😭😭 DONT TRY BLAMIN M E FOR yOU WANTIN TO SEE THEM EXPLORE EACH OTHERS BODIES���⁉️⁉️⁉️ I WAS JUST THE UNWELL MESSENGER WRITING UNWELL ESSAYS OF THEIR DYNAMIC !!!!!

But hey, YOU ask and /I/ shall give..

Okay, so.. I don't know WHY but

THESE vids

Give off some ... Energy. Like.. REALLY hints to it. Especially 1:11 of the first vid???? these two videos just Really show how much of a BRAT tobi is LMFAO idek like he doesn't give off Annoying kinda pouty cat energy, but it's like... brat energy nonetheless. Subtle little bratness. The whole first video he tries acting like boban is so smelly stinky little boy and he's like 'uGh boban took like 3 HOURS just SHAVING and he STILL looks like a mess 🙄🙄' and then boban flexes in the video and tobi rolls his eyes when everyone compliments boban being an absolute TANK lmfaoo but you can Tell tobi is Very like. Attached to boban. He's just playing teasing and difficult to seem cool??? IDK he's just so Interesting to me in This interview specifically. Acts like boban is annoying to him but when boban leaves him Tobi is DEVASTED and jealous WKDNSK like... just say you're clingy and don't wanna seem like it and GO‼‼ like tobi doesn't even tell boban he misses him??? After they split? He just says like 'DONT TALK 2 ME. YOU HAVE NEW FRIENDS NOW :(!!' Like JANDJ idk.. maybe he IS a little pouty LMAO.

BUT ANYWAYS, I think it's definitely just a big Cool Guy act he has to seem cool and confident and independent and whatever. Like he wants to seem cool and so sexy and aloof like that.. the smart one or whateva whateva ego boost. Tobi is a pretty prideful and confident and boisterous American and whatnot, and that's why boban disliked him at first!! So you'd THINK tobi would STILL be disliked by boban because tobi STILL acts like that..... key word Acts.

Back to 1:11 in the first vid... when boban hugs tobi and tobi ACTS like it's annoying. Waves his hug off while he tries to keep a straight aloof demeanor. But scoffs out a chuckle anyways?? Host: so how do you calm down bobi when hes nervous

Tobi: oh I just tell him to stop being a big baby and get over it

Boban: *IS HUGGING HIM, INDICATING THAT TOBI IS JUST LYING FOR THE SAKE OF HIS COOL GUY IMAGE FOR THE CAMERA BUT actually HUGS BOBAN AND REASSURES HIM BEFORE EACH GAME??????*

Like tobi is Literally just acting. HE IS LYING!!!! he likes to act tough and take charge, something boban KNOWS and subtly exposes!! 'I like how you answer all my questions HAHA tobi speak nice!' 'Hey I wanted that question :(' and while boban is known as one of the nicest guys of the nba... he is Also Very competitive and brutally honest. ALMOST Controlling... as soon as he met Tobi he told him he didn't like his cocky little ass ... and then tobi was SO offended by that comment that he SPEEDRAN enemies to lovers with Boban.. that Is known. But... how ? and... why 🤔 ??

😏😏 I think i have some solid guesses.

They had sex.

LMFAO i don't think it took JUST sex though, of course!! I think the emotions and like?? Raw Exposure to each participant's Being really helped them achieve understanding within the other, though. I think tobi just kept Bugging boban to hang out with him at their first practice. Challenging him to any basketball games and non basketball games (while asking him a Ton of questions about himself) he can think of until Boban gets a little idea in his head that 'Oh. This American Cares about things...' and 'Oh... his tenacity is actually kind of... sweet..' and after practice tobi invites him to come eat dinner with him in a nice restaurant that has the favorite foods boban told him he likes... and they bond through boban being able to see that tobi is, beneath that careless attitude, an actually very dedicated young man who cares more about people than he lets on, listens to the details more than people realize...

And I think.. that boban thinks tobi challenging Himself to reveal a lucrative, softer side only to the gentle giant is Very dear (and attractive) to him. Only Boban can get tobias like that. Only Boban can make Tobias strive within himself for Him. It's a silent battle between Tobias's remote outer image vs boban.. and boban usually wins with the spoils of his victory being Tobi's light little laughs, giggles, finally won over breathy 'i love you's, panted kisses connected loving to the neck, clammy palms suddenly desperate at his back, and tiny tears

And by God does boban Love winning.

They challenge each other, drive each other, compel each other, and thrive off each other. In bed they're subtle, and in life they're subtle. Subtle little words being whispered, certain slight actions, all with Heavy intent. Sometimes emotions rise, sometimes Tobias can be challenging, sometimes Boban just likes to see him cry, sometimes their competition can grow fierce . but matters always soften between them in the end, cold exteriors melt, and challenges end with a sweet reward.

[wakatoshine]

OF ROYALTY, POINTE SHOES, AND COUNTRY BOYS (kita x reader)

14: interhigh qualifiers: finals edition!

make sure to pay attention to when the texts stop and the written portions begin!

read more on this one since it’s a bit longer

i didn’t hold back on this one pls like it!!!

“hey shin,” your hushed voice rang through the line, “sorry for trying to call you this morning.”

you paused, who knew leaving a simple voicemail would be so difficult.

“um, i know you’re probably sleeping right now but i kinda need to say a few things that i didnt want to say over text,”

you paused, pressing your phone closer to your face as you search for your aoba johsai tracksuit among the discarded articles of clothing on the floor.

“i’m really scared for today, i hid it from the team since i know they’re really stressed out about it too. t’s not like i could say anything anyway, haji would get upset that i’m upset, god knows what tooru is going through right now, and talking it out with makki and mattsun would probably be awkward,”

you sighed

“but i’m really comfortable saying this to you even if it’s a recorded message,”

another heavy pause

“it’s just really hard never winning. we have such a good team, always have had one. but it’s just never enough. we’ve came second in every tournament and i’m just so tired” your voice hitched a bit at the last part.

“it’s always the same cycle, practice and improve, and then fall back down. i’m just tired of comforting everyone when we do obviously deserve to win,” you say, “not saying shiratorizawa doesn’t deserve it because they work hard too,” you added.

you look up at the clock over your door and slip your gym shoes on.

“anyway, sorry about dropping this on you. i just wanted to talk to someone who’d listen,” you stated with a small smile, “bye shin.”

your thumb pressed the end call button and you stepped out on the porch as close to ready as you’d ever be.

kita picked up on the second ring.

“hey,” you whispered and his heart almost broke right then.

to be quite honest, you looked like shit. you had oikawa’s track jacket on (he could tell since you were practically drowning in it), your eyes were swollen and red from crying, and your cheeks were crusted from the tears that weren’t still falling.

kita still thought you were beautiful, but he was more concerned about your well-being than his own surface attraction to you.

“talk to me,” was all he could get out.

“shin it hurts so much,” you said, shoulders shaking as you sobbed, “i just keep thinking about what i could’ve done better. i could’ve encouraged them more, taken better stats, helped make better-“

“hey stop that,” kita interrupted, his eyebrows furrowing in thought as you looked at him with big doe eyes.

“remember what i said about my team motto?” he asked.

you nodded with an added sniffle.

“i said that ya need to leave yer losses behind. don’t forget them, but use them to move on and learn how to be better.” he said.

you were silent, so kita continued.

“ya can keep blamin yerself and asking what if, but yer not gonna get anythin outta it,”

you nodded and tried your best to smile, “thanks shin. i think that’s the best thing you could have told me.”

kita hummed in response and the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a bit.

after a few minutes you closed your eyes with a sigh. kita took the moment to study your face. he studied the way your lips were slightly parted, the way way your hair framed your face, and the way your lashes fluttered before your eyes opened back up and gazed into his own chocolate ones.

“hey shin?” you asked and this time kita’s heart began to race and heat rose to his cheeks (much to his dislike). he quite liked when you used his nickname.

“hmm?”

“can you tell me a story?” you asked.

“yeah,” he answered, anything for you he thought.

kita looked around before standing (with his phone of course so you could come along) and walking out of his room into the dimly lit hallway.

“gran?” he called.

your face flushed. kita shinsuke was too sweet for even your aching heart.

“yes shin chan?” a sweet voice that was completely foreign to you echoed through the kita residence.

“do ya still have those stories ya used to read me when i was a kid?” you heard him ask.

“yes hun, i’ll take some of ‘em to yer room okay? go back to talkin to that pretty lady friend of yers.” his granny responded, causing you to flush immediately.

you were pleasantly surprised to see that kita had turned red as well.

“i’m sorry she called ya that y/n,” kita apologized, “i told her about ya earlier and she is so eager to get to know ya,”

you giggled “there’s no need to apologize, i know i’m quite beautiful,”

“you are,” kita swallowed, “i think yer very beautiful,”

“you really think so?” you asked.

at that moment the distance between the two of you was too much. kita wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and hold you until day break.

but he had to settle for this instead.

“yeah i think yer beautiful, y/n. i wouldn’t lie to ya,” he said in complete honesty.

you blushed and turned away from the phone, causing kita to laugh at you.

“don’t ya get shy on me now, i still have to tell ya a story,” kita said.

kita’s granny opened the door to kitas room a moment later and handed him an old copy of the little red riding rood.

you had waved at her before she left. she had smiled at you, saying that you were much prettier than kita had described.

you have never seen kita more flustered than in that moment.

twenty minutes passed and you were completely entranced by the way kita read to you. of course you’ve heard the story before, many times in fact, but the way kita read made you want to reach out and grasp every single word he let out.

you were sad when he concluded with a “the end” and gently closed the book shut.

kita grabbed his phone from where it was propped up on his night stand and moved it closer to his face so he could see you clearly.

he was happy to see that you had stopped crying awhile ago.

you were in a very cute position. you were curled up with your knees to your chest and your face was nuzzled up into the pillow with your eyes closed.

(unbeknownst to him, you had been imagining you were cuddled up against his chest instead.)

“are ya still there sleepyhead?” kita teased.

“i’m here shin,” you replied groggily.

“just makin sure,” kita said.

then something happened. kita had the best idea to ever come up in his head to date.

“hey y/n, remember when ya came over here and were our manager for a week?” he asked.

you scoffed, “of course i do shin! who do you take me for?”

kita smiled at your cheeky response. he momentarily forgot how to talk and he felt himself heat up as you looked at him curiously.

“well what if ya were our actin manager durin nationals? coach loved ya and so did the rest of the team, akagi would be happy, and i’d be able to see-“

you laughed, “okay shin you can stop rambling now,”

he looked at you with wide brown eyes.

“of course i’ll do it. i would never pass up a chance to see you,” you said, pink dusting your cheeks as you looked away from the camera.

kita’s heart has never been more full than it was in that moment.

alright that’s it for this one. i hope the written portion was fine! things will be happening faster from here on out since we are over halfway through the fic (maybe). im still not sure where i want to end this, so it could be 5 more chapters or it could be 20. you never know.

next.

[gothic-thoughts]

A Kiss Before I Go

FIRST GAY FIC 🎉🎊

Satoru Gojo x Black Male Reader Fluff

Ex-friends2lovers, Deputy!Reader, Cowboy!Gojo

CW: he/him pronouns, reader gets shot, gojo a rich bounty hunter, a lil angsty

TW: blood mention, passing out, shooting/killing mention

Word Count: 1154 (give or take)

"Ya really came all this way to find lil' ol' me...?"

I look up to see Gojo Satoru standing on the second-floor balcony with his revolver pointed back at mine. Despite the black bandana over his eyes, I could tell by that smirk that he looked down on me in amusement as I stumbled into his house.

"That's sweet~" He finished, "Ya really that desperate for my attention, (Y/n)?"

"You killed the mayor!"

"Aht, aht, don't gimme that. Ya know I don't just go on killin' folk; I was paid, he was a criminal. Simple as that."

"So how come other folks are dead?"

"Cuz they got in the way of my work and I happened to have 5 bullets left." 

"Well, I'm here finishin' up my work so you're under arrest."

"And what if I don't wanna?"

"Then..." I stumble a little, "Then I'd have to kill ya."

"Kill me? Really now, ain't that bordering on vigilante territory? Not gon' lie, I'm kinda hurt, thought we were thick as thieves."

"I don't give a rat's ass h-how close we were. Put ya hands up and walk down those steps real slow like and maybe I'll visit ya in jail."

"Were?"

"Were."

He scoffs, loosening his grip on his gun.

"I had to kill him with no witnesses or I don't get paid."

"W-well I guess it's too bad ya got one. Now, reach for the sky and walk down the steps. I'm t-takin'...."

Gojo pauses and presses his pelvis to the wooden railing to lean over the balcony. He squints.

"You bleedin' already?" He chuckled, "I ain't even shoot you yet."

I look down just in time to see a couple droplets of blood fall from my hip and crash into the small puddle of previous drops made on his old wooden flooring.

"What the fuck, you okay?" He asked, straightening up, "That amount of blood ain't nothin' to sneeze at... y'sure y'alright?"

"Don't act like ya care." I pant.

"(Y/n), did you ride all this way wit'--"

Everything became fuzzy and the next thing I knew, the back of my head stung with pain and I was now staring at his high ceiling. Rapid steps echoed around me and all I had to do was blink before seeing Satoru kneeling beside me and quickly lifting my shirt to see the hole where the blood was pooling out. He muttered curses to himself.

"Who did this to ya?" 

"L-leave me alone."

"Shut up and tell me who did this."

"C-cops."

"The fuck they shoot ya for?!"

"I was the only one holdin' gun in the crowd... They thought I killed 'im."

His face contorted into shock as he took out a different black bandana from his pocket and pressed it into my wound.

"Why the hell do you have a second bandana?" My voice strains as the pain grows slightly more intense.

"Case I get mine ripped inna bar fight. Now hush, I'mma getcha back to town, 'kay?"

"Think I'd rather die, actually."

"What, ya still don't trust me~?"

"You the reason I'm shot, Satoru. And I was here to arrest you."

"Well since y'already blamin' me, I'll tell ya old friends ya made a valiant effort before I shot ya."

He starts to help me up, slinging my arm over his opposite shoulder as he helps me outside to horse and carriage. I stared at it but despite my pained, glazed-over eyes, I was in shock.

"You tellin' me... you a bounty hunter but got a carriage 'stead of just a horse?"

"I got horses too, I just cain't help it if I'm a lil' high-maintence." He laughs, "And lucky for you, my driver ain't here; so you get to have the pleasure of me takin' the reins." He winks.

"If I wanted to die, I woulda just stayed on ya living room floor."

"Oh shut up and c'mon."

Satoru helped me climb onto the carriage floor, and I didn't even bother pulling myself onto the seat since the pain was so bad. As soon he closes the door, I roll onto my back with tears stinging my eyes. My head rolled to the side as the horse's galloping fell deaf on my ears as I felt the bullethole gush more blood.

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"Gojo!"

"Huh, what!?"

I looked at his panicked face before looking to the other side of my bed to see a tray of bloody cotton balls on a medical cart. Satoru walks towards the bed and I shift towards him and immediately stop and wince at the feeling of tight pulling at my side.

"Hey, hey." He soothed, resting his hand on my knee, "There's stitches in there, so relax."

"What?"

"You in the hospital, 'member?"

I punch him across the face to which he jerks his head from it. He smiles smugly, as he rubs his jaw.

"I shoulda shot you on sight."

"Right, yeah-yeah, 'course, keep that energy for after you recover. We'll can continue this lil' meet up somewhere else."

Satoru cupped my face in his hand and pulled me into a deep kiss, almost like he missed me. I try to keep my eyes open in surprise only to slowly succumb to the passion. But as they start to close, his lips are torn from mine with a smug chuckle.

"Been waitin' on that for a while." He smirks, "And that's the only thing that's gonna keep me goin' 'til we meet again."

"If we meet again, I'mma kill you where you stand!"

"Like I'd let you do that..." He places another peck on my lips, "Besides, I just gave you some incentive not to."

"Wait, what--"

"Don'tchu die on me now, officer."

He tips his hat and jogs out of the room. He didn't kiss me like he missed me, he kissed like he was going to. 

"Gojo!"

I painfully stand up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, and use the iron headboard to help me stand. I hold my side and limp after him into the brightly lit hospital corridor only to see nurses and patients calmly walking the corridor as if nothing happened.

"Sir, please." A nurse worried, "Your stitches need to heal."

"Where did he go? He ran out of my room!"

"Where did who go?"

"Gojo? Satoru Gojo?!"

"The... bounty hunter...?"

I roll my eyes, "Yeah-yeah, he was in my room and just ran out! You tellin' me you ain't seen 'im?"

"Sir, you ain't had any visitors since you were admitted."

"Riddle me this; who emitted me then?"

The nurse grabs and reads a chart, "Says here, your brother did."

"Wha-- and you believed 'im!?"

"Had no choice... Fella insisted he write it himself."

She showed me the sign-in sheet, pointing at the bottom, to see he wrote my name for the patient's column and then literally wrote "his brother" in the admittees column. I scoff and curse under my breath, half pissed off yet half impressed. That bastard brought me here, then snuck back hours later for a fuckin' kiss. But thinking about them again, almost makes me feel better about potentially losing my job.

"You seen what he looked like though, right...?"

"Tall fella, all black get-up...hat hid his face and hair though."

I groan. "'Course it did..."

[blueathens]

Ahh tbh no other player (or men in general) is different than madders about treating women. Many players are completely cheating and see women only as a sexual meta. Like i can imagine not all the same ofc but still many of them are really immature and dont treat women right. So im not blamin madders or else i will have to blame others (some of my favourites) too

FACTS

It’s disgusting how in general men/women treat people as if their nothing

Like what happened to mutual respect/equality ??

Like I know we still have it but sometimes it feels like we don’t

[theshadowspecter]

Nuisance

(Bloom: Another chapter!)

Without a proper plan, Abigail was hesitant to tell the Conductor what happened, so instead she made her way over to Grooves' side of the studio and waited for the recording to be done for the day. Once she saw Grooves wasn't busy, she approached.

“Hey Darlin',” the penguin said, “how's it goin?”

“Not too good. Suffice to say I need a place to stay for a week or two.”

“Not a problem!” the DJ answered with a flourish, “you're welcome to stay in one of my many apartments. Here!” he wrote down the address on a piece of paper, “door's always open, so make yourself at home!”

With a sincere thanks, she headed out, making sure to avoid the Conductor as she did so.

The next week and a half went by uneventfully, yet far too fast for Abigail. Wracking her brain for days on end yielded no solutions to her situation. Between Snatcher's traps, those minions of his and her contract, she would either have to keep bringing others to meet their end or......or......Snatcher will eat my soul instead.

Abigail didn't want to continue bringing others to Subcon, but she also didn't want to give up her life (and subsequent afterlife) to a hungry spirit either.

It was the very same day that someone came knocking. Figuring that DJ Grooves needed something, she got up “hold on, I'm coming!” and opened the door to find...no one.

Until she heard a huff and looked down to see Conductor. “Oh, Conductor,” she stuttered, moving aside so he could come in, “what brings you out here? Can I get you a coffee?”

Conductor made his way to a kitchen chair, “na tanks, lass, I won' be stayin long. I only came ter see if yew had seen dat owl I had accompn'y yew to the forest. Haven't seen 'im since yew left.” Well, the cat's out of the bag now,' Abigail thought, taking a seat across from the bird. She thought for a moment, before deciding on a half truth, “I'm sorry Conductor, but we got separated while in the forest. Poor thing saw a ghost and took off running. I've been trying to round up a search party,” she pressed on, “but everyone's hesitant to go into Subcon.” “Useless owls,” the Conductor muttered, “everyone knows de forest is haunted, yew'd expect ta see spirits!” Abigail didn't know how to respond, so she left the bird to his own thoughts.

That turned out to be a mistake however, when he suddenly perked his head up, “I got it lass! I'll go wit' yew to Subcon, and together we'll find that peckin' owl!” Trying to stop this ball from rolling any farther she sputtered out, “why not send me with another? You must be very busy.”

“Ah appreciate ta thought, but I made up me mind. I'm not one ter abandon one o' me own owls!”

With that, he headed for the door, stopping in the entry way, “'Sides, I still want ter scope out da place fer my new movie idea. Well, I'll come git yew in a few days, lass!” And with that, he was out. Abigail sank into her chair, putting her head in her hands. What was she gonna do now? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Try as she might, Abigail could not convince the bird director against this, and before she knew it the two of them were heading for Subcon. As they crossed the threshold into the forest, she wondered if she should at least prepare him for what would possibly probably happen.

“Listen, about that express owl...I...I didn't want to say this but h-he was...spirited away...?” Even though the Conductor didn't have any eyes that she could see, she could swear he was raising an eyebrow at her. “Now lass, it's okae if ye feel guilty abou' loosin' da epress owl, bu really? Blamin' it on ghosts? Dem spooks an' stuff cannae hurt a fly, let alone 'spirit away' an owl!” She was about to retort when she spotted one of those little Subconites running for them. Panicking she grabbed the bird and did an awkward half step and a stumble, avoiding the little one but loosing her balance. Still keeping a hold on the Conductor, who was sputtering in confusion about what was happening, they both wound up tumbling back into a shrub bed, and in the struggle to escape that they both found themselves rolling down a small incline. Once they came to a stop Abigail sat up, trying to get her bearings. A small group of Subconites ran down towards them, and the were...cheering?

“Yay! You did it!”

“Your first trap!”

“A bit different but hey, whatever works for you.”

“Congrats!”

The Conductor sat up “wha'?” Abigail also tried to figure out what was happening before she realized where they were: right in a ring of purple thorns.

Right before the trap sprang, one of the Subconites shouted out, “Boss says good work!”

“Work?” Conductor questioned before letting out a squawk as the thorns sprung up and over them both. The scenery seemed to melt away to reveal a purple dimension of sorts...the same one Abigail had first been in when she had initially tried to run from the shadow specter only a short time ago...

Snatcher rose out of the ground with a maniacal cackle, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! FOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLL!!!!!!!! YOU WANDERED INTO MY DOMAIN AND NOW YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE!” He spotted Abigail, and his expression lightened up, “SO MY MINIONS WERE RIGHT! YOU ACTUALLY MANAGED TO LURE A VICTIM INTO ONE OF MY TRAPS ALL ON YOUR OWN!”

Conductor turned to her, “wha' does he mean?” Snatcher replied for her, “OH, DIDN'T SHE TELL YOU? SHE'S UNDER CONTRACT BY YOURS TRULY TO BRING FRESH SOULS INTO MY FOREST, AND I MUST SAY SHE'S BEEN AT IT WITH GUSTO!”

The Conductor paled, “then...that express owl...”

“AN OWL, A COUPLE OF THOSE MAFIA GUYS...,” Snatcher counted off his claws,”AND NOW, YOU. LIKE I SAID, MY LATEST CONTRACTOR HAS BEEN DELIVERING NEW SOULS TO ME LEFT AND RIGHT! GOOD JOB, NUISANCE!” Snatcher cackled, towering above the bird. Conductor turned to her, “How could yew dew this, lassie?!” He sounded so hurt. She didn't want this, but what could she even do? She couldn't even bring herself to speak, as she looked away. “SHE MAKES QUITE GOOD BAIT, DOESN'T SHE?” Snatcher mused, before focusing again on the Conductor, “NOW THEN...”

“Ai'm not goin down witout a fight!” Conductor yelled, pulling out way too many knives. Snatcher just laughed, “YOU CAN'T HURT ME!” “Wannae bet?!” Conductor contested, throwing a knife. It passed right though the specter, who only smirked back at the bird. He reached for Conductor, but the owl(?) dodged and threw another knife...which again passed through the ghost. “STAY STILL!” Snatcher commanded, throwing a blue flame at the bird. Conductor saw his chance and swung a knife through the inferno, the bade becoming ablaze with blue fire. Conductor swung the knife at the ghoul, and this time it actually cut him. With an echoing howl of pain Snatcher reached for the Conductor, only to have the bird turn and slice the specter's hand, which he quickly pulled back with a grimace. With a snarl he cried out “THAT'S IT!” and snatched up the Conductor by the back of his coat. The bird struggled to stab the hand that held him, but stopped when he realized he was dangling right infront of Snatcher's face...and the ghost appeared to had grown in his rage, the purple void dissolving around them as he did so. “YOU SOUL ISN'T EVEN WORTH THE EFFORT. GET OUT OF MY FOREST AND STAY OUT.” With that, he reared back the arm holding the bird and threw him over the trees and out of sight.

Abigail just stood there, mouth agape. Snatcher was slowly shrinking back to his regular size, his cuts glowing as yellow as his eyes. She quickly snapped to her senses once her brain registered that: the Conductor was safe, Snatcher was now both mad and hurt, and she never got him to tally off the Conductor before hand...but maybe she could still make it work. She did bring him straight to Snatcher, after all. It wasn't her fault that it didn't work out in the spook's favor.

She had to try. Mustering up her courage she spoke up “Sn-Snatch...er?” The specter turned to glare at her, and before he could say anything, she continued, “the contract...it s-says that, as long as I bring someone to the forest, I meet the conditions. Y-you still have to tally for...for...” she paused as the shadow loomed over her. “YOU REALLY NEED TO CHECK THE FINE PRINT, NUISANCE.” he all but hissed at her. Pulling out her contract she frantically skimmed it over, before realizing with dawning horror that she never checked the back of this one. On the underside were the damning words 'only person(s) who have their soul taken by The Snatcher will count towards any progress on the part of the contracted' Slightly shaking, Abigail gulped and looked up at Snatcher, “no...” “YEP! ITS ALL THERE, IN BLACK AND WHITE!” Snatcher appeared to calm down as he continued, “BUT HEY, YOU STILL HAVE A FEW DAYS. I'M SURE YOU CAN BRING SOMEONE ELSE IN!”

[simple-skarsgard]

Not As Think As You Drunk I Am

Pairing: Bill x Reader Prompt: Bill sees you drunk for the first time. A/N: This is all silly and fluffiness. I’ll possibly do a separate part to it where Bill’s drunk, haha. But this is it for now.

“I’ll be back for you at one on the dot, got it?”

“Yeah, babe I got it,” you hardly were listening to his words as you were texting your girlfriends. It’d been a long time since you’d gone out to hang with your friends and were so excited. It was her engagement party and you’d told Bill he could stay, but he insisted you go alone since he was exhausted but wanted you to have your fun.

“Don’t drink too much,” he warned.

“I won’t babe,” you gave your boyfriend of three years a kiss and stepped out of the car.

As Bill watched you walk up the steps to the house in that tight black dress and high heels, he could tell that you were here to party and there was no stopping you.

He just wished he’d better prepared himself for what was coming later that night when he found you.

***

2:35 a.m.

“(Y/n)!” Bill shouted over the loud music, desperately trying to grab your attention, but you were so busy dancing on a table top with half your drink spilling out the cup you had it in.

Everyone around was drunk and cheering for you as they watched your hips sway and head swing side to side, you’d always been a good dancer and normally leave Bill infatuated but he was tired and wanted nothing more than to leave this noisy setting. Especially since he must’ve looked like a crazy homeless person in a beanie, striped sweater and plaid pj bottoms with blue fuzzy slippers to match.

“(Y/n)!” he grabbed your hand and managed to get you down without dropping you. 

“I’ve been waiting in the car for over an hour! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he was trying to be serious, but you just kept laughing hardly paying mind he was in front of you.

“I’ve been dancin’, ya silly,” you laughed about to take another drink, but Bill took the cup from you before it touched your lips. Which you seemed upset about, but he didn’t give you a chance to protest.

“(Y/n), you’re drunk, I’m taking you home.”

He took your hand and began to lead the way out from the crowd to which several people were sad their entertainment was leaving. ‘Aww’s collected around the two of you, but Bill was getting more claustrophobic the longer he lingered.

Reaching the porch, you’d yanked your hand free of his,”I can’t go home with you.”

“What? Why?” Bill frowned and noticed you were unusually shorter than when he’d left you earlier. Glancing down, you were bare foot to his surprise. He sighed knowing you’d hate yourself in the morning for losing your favorite heels.

“’Cause my boyfriend would be angry,” you shook your head, but couldn’t stop the fit of giggles falling into the palm of your hand.

Bill half laughed himself,”Is that so? He sounds like he’s a loser.”

Your giggles ceased and you gaped at him, completely offended. “You’re a loser.”

You spun to walk away and before you could make your escape Bill scooped you up in his arms. “Trust me sweetheart, your boyfriend’s gonna be fine with me taking you home.”

You whined as he had you tossed over his shoulder. “If I get in trouble, I’m blamin’ ya.”

“Fair enough.”

***

“How did ya’  know where I live?” you were so fascinated as he was carrying you bridal style into your home. You gasped, “How did ya get the keys to my house? Only my boyfriend has them.”

He shook his head, his smile showing little restraint. You would not stop talking about your boyfriend the entire car ride home. From simple songs he’d dedicated to you that would come on the radio to just talking about how talented he was and how in love you were with him.

Bill almost wondered if you were really talking about him and not some other side hoe you’d possibly have. But he trusted you and knew you were in love with him as much as he was with you.

He set you on your feet to which you stumbled and he caught you. Your chest pressed to his as you latched onto his arms and lifted your little pink face to stare at him clumsily.

“You’re strong,” straightening yourself,”Almost like my boyfriend.”

“It’s pretty late, maybe you should change into something more comfortable,” he suggested tugging on the strap of your dress until you smacked his hand away.

“Excuse you! I have a boyfriend.” As if you hadn’t made that clear enough already.

“Yeah (Y/n), I know, I’m your boyfriend,” he spun you around and managed to pull the zipper half way undone before you bolted off to your room not giving him the opportunity to go further.

There was so much about seeing you this way that had Bill entertained but he was not going to lie you’d only be twice as stubborn drunk than when you were sober. He loved that about you in certain times and admitted it was cute in a kind of irritating way.

"(Y/n), c'mon," Bill sighed half miserably as he followed you to the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe as he watched you strip out of the dress and face plant into the matress. You scrambled recklessly to get up and go through the drawer of Bills clothing.

He quirked his brow,"That's not your dresser."

"Its my boyfriend's Im allowed to use it," you said matter-of-factly.

He opened his mouth to make a witty remark but started laughing as seeing you slip on one of his hoodies backwards. The hood of the clothing material resting upon your chest and the sleeves being too long for your hands to peek through, the hem stopping just above your knee.

"I think it fits," you smile and run your sleeve-hands down to smooth out the fabric.

"Perfectly," he shakes his head before going over to plop onto the bed and bring you close to him. His arms curled around your waist as you stood between his legs.

This time his touch may have sobered you up some because you didn’t move from his embrace. Your small hands actually cupping his face to let him lean into your touch- his large green eyes looking at you completely mesmerized. 

“I’m so in love with you,” he admitted half mumbling as if he was still somewhere in his mind.

You giggle and run your hands up to slide the beanie he’d been wearing all this time, off his head. Your fingers retracing to dig into his locks before you lean in and kiss his nose..

“Silly Billie, why were you hiding under this hat?” You hold up the beanie to his line of sight and toss it over your shoulder before moving to sit on his lap and curl your arms around his neck.

“Wow you really are drunk,” you felt the vibrations of his laughter in his chest against your cheek,

“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” 

“Right.”

A/n: Short little one shot to give you guys something while I continue my other writings. Sorry I’ve lagged on updating. I’m just trying to get all these drafts finished so I can update regularly again ( if I ever did). I appreciate comments ! :)  Also go follow my other blog @simple-skarsgod if you wanna send me asks about Bill there as well! :* <3 Thanks for being here. Almost to 2.5K followers!!! <3  Masterlist