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[isa-ah]

does anyone want to help us grab some groceries? i put too much time into making it more liveable down here and we ran out of staples before i had a chance to pick anything else up lol..

tentative goal of $20/150 so we can shore up some, thanks!

[freakingholland]

"Cold cloths, warm hugs" Jason Todd x gn!reader

A/N: My first ever Jason x reader fic whaaat! I have such a soft spot for this guy ugh <3 also this is so fluffy and silly, I'll see myself out!

Warnings: not proofread, swear words, Jason is feeling unwell so a mention of headaches? use of painkillers

Summary: You and Jay have a night off, what could possibly go wrong? (fluff, hurt/comfort-ish)

Word count: 850 +

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You were in the middle of watching some kind of lighthearted show on your night off. Jason had a night off as well, the two of you had been sitting on a couch and simply enjoying each other’s presence. Jason had been reading a book curled up next to your tucked figure, as your back was leaning against the opposite arm of the couch. Unexpectedly his reading session got disturbed. At least you thought so since he had gotten up from the couch, tossed his reading glasses aside on the coffee table and went to the kitchen without a word. At least 5 minutes had passed, and he didn’t return.

“Hey- you alright in there?”

-

“-Yup, just a sec.”

He didn’t sound very convincing. His response seemed wavering, and it was enough to make you a bit wary. As you didn’t want to possibly annoy him with your raised voice, not knowing the problem yet, instead of shouting from the sofa, you went to check on him.

His head was hanging low as he was standing with his hands resting on the counter. There was an unscrewed bottle of painkillers and a now empty, wet glass. You went behind him and put your hand on the small of his back.

“What’s going on baby?” Your heart ached at the sight.

“--Headache.” He whispered through gritted teeth. His tone made you uptight.

“I- I- gotta lie down.”

“-can you get me a cold-- towel? Please…” He spoke quietly while turning to go to your bedroom. Your hand dropped to your side.

“Course. You’re nauseous?”

He slightly leaned on the doorframe before going further away from you. He shut his eyes as the light hit his face when leaving the kitchen.

“Yeah…”

He then faltered to rest up.

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath putting your head in your hand when he left.

You were hoping that you’d have a calm evening for once, you deserved to have it. It’s been a while since something bothered Jay to that degree, whether it was a patrol injury or sickness, and the fact that he was hurting on his day off made you genuinely irritated.

On the positive side – at least he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was feeling unwell. He also asked for some help without much frustration. It took months to get to this point, but encouraging Jay to open up and communicate more has been paying off. Grief-stricken conversations still happen every so often. Hell, it would be beyond belief if they weren’t happening considering the extent of past trauma that Jason has suffered through.

But his mental health really did improve over the months of you two dating.

You put on the kettle to make him a nice warm cup of tea. With the help of a stool, you managed to find his old but beloved wonder woman mug. It took some digging in your cabinet that really needed a proper cleanup. When the tea had been made you moved on to rummage through your closet to find a cloth for a cold compress. Placing three cubes of ice in between the layers was enough to make the cloth cold.

“Babe did you drink cof—“ you stopped halfway through your whispered question when you were walking into your shared bedroom.

You suddenly stopped in your tracks realizing your possible mistake. Jay was already dosing off, curled under a blanket. His lips were slightly parted. There was a noticeable change in his posture, there was less tension within his upper body, his arms seemed more relaxed than before. You didn’t think he would be falling asleep this fast, but you figured the headache must have been bad and that the painkillers actually started to kick in.

 The sight made you sigh as you’ve been unnoticeably holding in your breath. You tiptoed to his bed side table and put down his mug of steaming tea. You then carefully kneeled down next to the bed in order to place a compress on his forehead without startling him too much. You gently pressed it onto his skin, making sure to place it slightly over his eyelids.

“That feels so nice.” He muttered.

“Shhh ignore me and go to sleep.”

“I don’t wanna ignore you--, come here.”

You stood up and walked around the bed. Before joining Jay, you opened the window to let some fresh air into the room.

“Baby please…”

“’Kay ‘kay I’m coming.”

You carefully crawled under his blanket and big spooned him.

“You know what? I can already feel the headache going away just cause you’re hugging me.” He continued verbilising his loopy thoughts.

“Oh yeah? It must be some kind of magic.”

“Yeah, it’s Y/N’s magic.”

“Just don’t tell on me. Peeps might burn me at the stake.”

“Fuuuuuuck no I wouldn’t let them.”

“Oh, I know you wouldn’t big guy. ” you said running your hand through his hair.  

Jay rolled to his side to embrace you in a hug. He nuzzled his face into your chest and sighed with relief.

“JACE that’s cold! Stop it!” you winced and laughed as the compress touched your warm skin.

“It wouldn’t feel so cold if you weren’t so hot.”

“I think we gotta check your temperature…”

-

Stay whelmed xx

Tori

[missuswalker]

UHMM HIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO SO MUCH ITS SO GOOD!!! uhm if ur taking requests,, do you think you could something domestic and smutty with a married reader x kit walker ,,, doing the do by the fireplace when he gets home from work,, feel free to change the prompt or not do this entirely i promise i dont mind ❤️❤️ u gotta do whats best for u!!

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲 || 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♰ summary: kit has to work overtime, but knows it’ll be worth it when he comes home for a quickie

♰ warnings: cute kit smut (not a warning, a blessing) piv, short, definitely not proofread

♰ notes: WHAT? by far fav request - ALSO YOURE SO SWEET WHAT?? ILY BE MY BFF 4EVERA (also who wants to be a sweetheart and work with me, it would be so fun to have a partner omg)

also, can someone give me feedback on what i can improve on?? i’ve never been super great at smut writing and i really wanna get better, you can just drop it in the ask box (i already know i should be more detailed, i need tips on that) 🎀 also, what pov do y’all want these in? 1st, 3rd, or keep it 2nd??

while kit didn’t work late every day, it happened enough for you to know that he’d be extra tired when he got home. you currently stood over the sink, finishing up the dishes left over from making dinner. it was a quiet night, the house warm and dimly lit, your dog, pumpkin, curled up on the couch. a scratchy record spun on the player, the faint sound of one of frank sinatra’s christmas vinyls producing a cozy vibe in the living room.

the back door clicks, kit shuffling in and dropping his work over-shirt on the counter. “hey, suga’,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “hey, there,” you smile, feeling soft kisses being pressed against the side of your neck. kit was always a sweetheart, no matter how tired he was.

the poor thing was so overworked, you could tell. you turn, giving your husband a quick kiss. “go sit down, dinner’s on the table. i’ll make you some tea,” you offer, pushing him out of the kitchen and tossing his work shirt into the laundry room. “you’re a doll,” he grins, giving you a wink. with a playful roll of your eyes, you step back into the kitchen, putting a kettle on the stove.

as you wait for the water to boil, you peek into the dining room, where kit ate dinner by alone. checking the clock on the wall, you’re surprised by how late it had actually was. you felt bad for kit, wishing there was more you could do than just make him tea.

well.

pouring the water into a mug and dropping in a tea bag, you return to kit, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “here, hon. leave the plate, we can go sit on the couch, watch some tv if you’re not too tired,” you say, rubbing his back. he smiles up at you, taking the mug into his own hand. “that sounds nice,” he nods, standing and leading you into the living room.

he sets his tea on the coffee table, shooing pumpkin away. “get off the couch, dog, you’ve got a whole bed right there,” he huffs, pumpkin grunting and flopping over on the floor. “you gonna die anytime soon?” kit teases, nudging the poor old dog with his foot. “kit,” you gasp, smacking his shoulder. he hated that damn dog, it got on his last nerve, leaving fur all over his furniture and holes in his yard, but you loved the thing.

“he can’t even move, baby, you think he’s gonna live another 3 years?” kit jokes, raising an eyebrow. (surprise, pumpkin lived another four years, much to kit’s dismay.) “i thought you loved dogs,” you scoff, bending over to pat pumpkin’s head. “that’s not a dog, that’s the devil. he stands up and talks to me when you’re not around,” he teases, smirking down at you. “oh, yeah? what’s he say?” you ask, unamused. kit pretends to think for a moment, tapping his chin. “that he’s gonna take over my house, eat all our food.”

you shake your head, standing again and putting your hands on your hips. “pumpkin loves you, you be good to him,” you scold, pointing a finger at your silly husband. he just grins, bringing your hand to his lips. he looks around, noticing how dark it’d gotten. “i’m gonna make a fire,” kit announces, moving to kneel at the fireplace, sliding in a few logs. he pulls an old lighter from his pocket, lighting some kindling, and throwing it into the mix.

pumpkin stands, trotting off once the fire is lit. “don’t you go get on my bed,” kit shouts, though pumpkin’s probably already beat him to it. you roll your eyes, sitting down next to him on the carpet. “be nice to him, he’s old,” you say, though you couldn’t seem to hold back your laugh. kit chuckles, pulling you into his side. his lips find your neck again, the crackling of the fire soft.

“you could be real nice to me, y’know,” kit says, his hand finding the hem of your dress, tugging on it. you should’ve seen that coming, but your cheeks still heat up. “kit, it’s late,” you say, putting your hand over his. “c’mon angel, i need to be in that pretty pussy. work was killin’ me today, i couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you,” he mumbles, nipping at your shoulder.

his words drive you crazy, and not even a minute later, you’re letting him lay you back against the carpet. god, did this man have you wrapped around his finger. “you don’t even know how beautiful you are. make me loose my mind, those eyes,” he rambles, kissing your cheek and lifting your dress. you couldn’t tell if the fire was making you hot or if it was kit. he sits up on his knees, pushing his pants down with a sense of urgency.

“let me,” you tell him, hooking your finger in the band of his briefs and sliding them off. you repeat this action with your own underwear, letting the lace drop around your ankles. “i’ll be quick, i swear,” he says, tugging on your legs so they wrap loosely around his hips. “it’s alright,” you say, shaking your head. kit was always in a rush when he was tired, but you’d gotten used to the quick rounds around the house.

“is this alright,” he asks, bringing the palm of you hand to his lips as the head of his cock prods at your entrance. you nod, wiggling your hips a bit to get more comfortable. you were already dripping, something as simple as kits words could get you going. he leans down, kissing you sweetly as he buries himself in your cunt, letting out a sigh. “feels so good, always so good f’me,” he praises, kissing your chin and your nose. your hips buck against his, giving him the signal to move.

he brushes his thumb against your clit, sending a spark to your core. it wasn’t long before both of you were coming undone, kits face buried in the crook of your neck. “so, so pretty, i love you so much. my beautiful girl,” he huffs, thrusting into you one last time. you could feel his grin against your neck, you already knew he was going to say something stupid.

“maybe in nine months i’ll have two beautiful girls.”

“go to bed.”

urghh not my best?? i love him so much though

i’ve been imagining him as a girl dad because he’s the perfect girl dad but he’d be so happy to be playing catch with a son who wants to be just like him omg ☹️☹️

ok nvm just thought about him wearing a tiara and having a tea party with his daughter

i’ll probably read this later and fix any spelling mistakes but i’m exhausted

[sailorsplatoon]

It's tiiiiiime!!! I'm finally posting a new fic again!!!

This work was proofread by the amazing matuili and the equally amazing Tar4All! They both helped me immensely, so they get extra special thank you's!

Now, without further ado, I give you, the first chapter of An LED Light at the End of the Tunnel!

You can also read it on ao3!

Next chapter

(Fanfic under cut)

Four sat outside the little hut in Octo Canyon, glued to their phone. It had been exactly one year since Marie left for Splatsville, along with Callie, Cuttlefish, Eight, and Captain 3. February 17. They had it marked in their calendar app. Every day since then, Four texted Marie, and every day, they never received a reply. 

By now, almost everyone had left Inkopolis. Four had been alone for nearly two months. Even the Great Zapfish had gone. The emptiness scared them, how they were the only one there. It left a pit in their stomach. They spent most of their time in Octo Canyon, because at least Octavio was someone to talk to. Granted, he didn’t exactly have a choice, but Four was desperate for some company. 

Octavio faked a cough, seemingly to clear his throat. Either that or dispel Four’s gloomy silence. “She’s still not responding to your texts, huh? You know, if you let me out I have technology that could—”

“For the last time, no. I’m not putting on your brainwashing glasses. And she’ll respond. She’s probably just… caught up in agent work or something,” Four interrupted, trying to mask the shakiness in their voice.

“The first stage of grief is denial.”

“The stages of grief theory has been widely debunked by therapists and psychologists as everyone grieves differently. It is considered outdated and unhelpful by many professionals.” Four rattled off the facts as if they were reading from a textbook.

“Nerd.”

“Shut up.”

Hey, Marie. It’s Four again. Octavio keeps trying to get me to let him out. It’s honestly pretty lonely here.

They sent another text among the several unanswered ones.

“Marie cares about me, she knows how important she is to me. She would never ignore me on purpose,” Four spoke more to themself than to Octavio. “I just hope she’s not still mad at me…”

“You guys got into a pretty big fight before she left, right?” Octavio leaned onto the side of his snow globe that was closest to Four, eyeballing them as he spoke.

“Yeah. But we made up. I thought.” Four didn’t look up from their phone, staring at it for a few seconds in a desperate hope that Marie would reply.

“Have you texted anyone else?” Octavio pried.

Four didn’t answer. They hadn’t. They were too scared to. Maybe, if Marie was actually mad at them, the others were too. They knew that probably wasn’t the case, they knew they were being irrational. But they just couldn’t make their fingers type out a message to anyone else. Their hands were already shaking at the thought.

Octavio saw their silence and sighed. “Look, kid, I’m gonna give it to you straight. I’m worried about you. And trust me, I am the last person to be worried about a squid. But I really think I could help.”

“Whatever. It’s getting late. I’m heading home.” Four grabbed their bag and stood up, heading towards the grate. They stopped in front of it, and stared at their phone again.

 I really need you right now.

They pressed send, then disappeared into the drain.

****

“Keep going, Agent 4, you’ve almost made it to the zapfish!” Marie’s voice came through Four’s headphones, encouraging them to keep pushing through the hordes of octarians. They made it to the zapfish and popped the shield, grabbing the little electric catfish in their arms.

“Nice job, Four! Now you just gotta make it out of the kettle. Since this one is so far underground, you won’t be able to super jump out. Just retrace yo—” There was a glitching noise and then static. Their headphones had cut out. Which meant they had no contact with Marie. And they’d splatted all the octarians in the kettle. They were entirely alone. Four’s chest started to feel tight and their hearts were racing. Their breathing became uneven and shallow, their legs shook.

“Whoa, okay… calm down… breathe…” Four spoke out loud to themself. The little zapfish wiggled around in their arms as if to try and comfort them. 

“Right, I still have you, little guy. Thanks for the reminder.” They patted the zapfish on the head in a gesture of gratitude. “Okay… let’s do this.”

A few minutes later, Four popped out of the kettle.

“Four, you’re back. I think I lost communication with you in there. I was worried something had happen— oh my cod, Four are you okay?” In the middle of Marie’s sentence, she had noticed Agent 4’s current state. They were standing there, shaking. Tears were streaming down their face.

“Yeah… I uh… I just don’t do well with being alone…” Their voice broke and they avoided eye contact.

“Oh, Four. Come here.” Marie pulled them into a hug. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I’ll have Sheldon upgrade both your headset and my equipment before you go on anymore missions. I won’t let this happen again. I promise.”

****

“Back then… She promised…” Four thought, sitting on the floor of their apartment, leaning up against their bed frame. Yet again, they were staring at their phone. This time, it was Callie’s private social media page. She reserved it only for members of the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

Life in the Splatlands has been slow regarding professional work, but that’s just the more reason to take it easy! Me, Marie, Eight, and the Captain have been going out exploring Splatsville almost every day, the city just keeps getting better! Gramps will even occasionally tag along. So far nothing concerning regarding the NSS. We found some fuzzy looking ooze stuff in The Crater, but as long as no one touches it we’ll be fine!

Four placed their phone face down on the floor and held their head in their hands. “She wasn’t busy. She was ignoring me. She really is still mad at me, isn’t she? Oh cod, maybe all my texts came off as too desperate. She must hate me now. Why else would they all leave me alone here with no one but…” Octavio’s offer buzzed in the back of Four’s mind. “No, you can’t do that. You’d be letting everyone down.” They squeezed their legs into their chest and rested their head on their knees, mumbling, “But, it’s not like you haven’t already…”

They’d made up their mind.

[clonerightsagenda]

Arcane S2E6

The further we get into the season without the sex Netflix keeps warning me about appearing the more nervous I get. Sex jumpscare

"That isn't Jayce. There is another will at work within him." Pot, meet kettle. Interesting that astral plane Viktor looks like his old self and emotes, whereas real world Viktor looks off.

Imagining doing laundry for all the white robes in Viktor's commune… bold color choice

Is that really Sky after getting devoured by the hex core, or is that something else wearing a face that Viktor's guilt will respond to? The same way something pretended to be Mel's brother?

Emo bangs sisters

Hell yeah let's have fun with stylization again. This season sure likes its music videos

God damn it Singed

Viktor is still dying, huh? Man cannot catch a break

Caitlyn jumped Vi and started beating her with a rifle butt before even knowing who she was. What, does she just clobber everyone she comes into contact with now

One petname and Caitlyn cracks immediately. Most spineless military dictatorship figurehead

Is Jayce seeing possible futures, something he's being shown to mislead him, or is this Truesight?

Why did Shimmer give Jinx cool powers without any bodily distortions or side effects like all the others? Again. Is Jinx Dead

Where is Ekko. Is Ekko coming out of the orb with his time powers

I know in original LoL lore Jayce and Viktor were never on great terms and I feel like the show wrote a closer backstory for them and then went oh shit but they gotta fight later and so now Jayce is possessed by the spirit of League of Legends canon. Please do not get in my notes explaining how League of Legends isn't even League of Legends canon anymore. That post is getting so many notes rn that notification blocker keeps breaking and I keep seeing people um actually-ing me.

How many times can these sisters have their parents get killed in front of them. When is enough enough. I mean I assume he's sticking around in some capacity bc the werewolf guy is a playable character but his time with fragmentary memories is probably over.

Well at least I don't have to look at that guy's beard anymore

There goes Isha as predicted. Good luck hanging onto your hard won scraps of stability now, Jinx. They love putting her on the alignment merry go round

Maybe the plotlines will converge in a great and elegant way in the last 3 episodes, but this season is really lacking the tightness of season 1. I think it could have reasonably tackled half of this

[vigilante-chase]

Summary: Part 2 of Every Rose Has its Thorn. Rose shadows Peacemaker and Vigilante on a mission to hunt down the Governor and Vigilante has a change of heart.

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: Violence, limb loss

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Black!Rose Wilson

AO3, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

2. A Bane in the ass

Sitting in the backseat while Vigilante and Peacemaker argued about who fucks up the missions more was a nerve grating experience. Very nerve grating.

“You know, if you weren’t doing your own thing after Harcourt tells you not to, maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Peacemaker tells Vigilante.

“Maybe you both should, I don’t know, shut the hell up!” Rose finally says, fed up with the back and forth.

Vigilante was just as fed up, he had just got his best friend back, joined an awesome team just for it all to be fucked because Amanda Waller couldn’t trust them. He may not always get it right, but he gets the job done. And some new member - who is classified as a villain in his eyes - isn’t going to come in and tell him what he can and can’t do. His eyes flickered to carefully watch her in the mirror, he’d keep a note to watch her throughout this mission.

“Eyes on the road,” she said, staring back at him.

Peacemaker chuckled, “You gotta be cool, man.” How could he be cool when someone who Peacemaker obviously respects is in the same vicinity as them. If Peacemaker puts her somewhat on a pedestal, then she must be of some importance. The mask covering her face made her look intimidating, he could only see one eye - that was definitely a choice - how could she see her opponents with only one eye. Her platinum, almost white, hair was a stark contrast against her brown skin. Very interesting, he thought. He’d get a better look at her suit to see if there are any gaps in her armor. Only for that reason, not because he’d be checking her out.

“Dude, you went quiet…that’s a first.” Peacemaker says, noticing the quietness in the car.

“Oh, what? Sorry, I was thinking about something” Vigilante says, casting one last look through the mirror at Rose who stares back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m thinking of some food, I’m practically starving.” Rose says, trying and failing to ignore the grumble of her stomach. The airplane food didn’t really hold her over like she thought. “How about we stop somewhere for food then continue this bullshit.”

Peacemaker agreed, “Yeah, she’s right. What do ya say, Vig? Burgers and fries?” Vigilante reluctantly obliged, driving up to a small burger joint where Peacemaker got out to order their food and gaining stares in the process. Vigilante and Rose sat in an awkward silence as he continued to stare at her through the mirror.

“Are you going to keep staring at me or are you gonna tell me what your issue is with me?” Rose questioned. Did he even have a valid reason? Sure she committed crimes before, but she’s working with them now, so wouldn’t she be a good person now?

“I don't have an issue! Harcourt definitely has an issue recruiting a villain! Do you really think I'd trust an evil killer around my friends?” Vigilante asked.

Rose was dumbfounded, this guy is on a mission to kill a governor and whoever else is standing in Waller’s way, and he’s worried about who she’s killed. “You’re literally about to kill someone, pot meet kettle.”

He fully turned around to meet her gaze, “What does that have to do with anything? The governor is a corrupt criminal, he technically needs to die.” Vig challenged. At this point, Rose was at a loss for words.

“I need to pick your brain, your thinking is honestly astounding.” Rose said, leaning forward, trying to look into his eyes only seeing them through the red visor. “Yes, I’ve killed people, it was out of my control. I was essentially a Manchurian candidate…”

She noticed his visor fogged up, “I like that movie…”

Awkwardly, she looked out the window, “Um…okay?” Luckily for her, Peacemaker was trudging back to the car with their food.

“What’d I miss?” He asked as he got into the passenger side.

“Nothing. Food, please.” She demanded, taking the food and drink that he provided. They ate on the road, while blasting White Snake for Peacemaker’s enjoyment and to get rid of the uncomfortable silence.

Finally arriving at the warehouse, the three staked out the building as they watched a crew hauling in crates of an unknown product. “What the hell is that?” Rose asked.

“Harcourt believes it’s some drug that Governor Robinson is using, Waller doesn’t want it out to the public. You know, the same song and dance with her.” Peacemaker replies.

Rose made a note of that in her head, “So we go in, get the drugs, apprehend the governor, then report it to Waller?

“We could always kill the governor, kill two birds with one stone.” Vigilante offers.

Peacemaker agrees and nods, “Yeah, seems like something we can do.”

Scoffing, Rose got out, following the two to the trunk where they had two duffle bags of weapons. Peacemaker tosses a sword to Rose, she catches it with ease. Vig follows suit, grabbing two guns and putting them in his holster.

“Ready?” She asks, they both nod. The three stalk behind a dumpster.

“You two go through the entrance, and I’ll go through the back.” Peacemaker command before stalking off to the back of the warehouse.

Rose and Vigilante ran up to the entrance, she pulled on the door. “Fuck, it’s locked.” She muttered.

“I got it!” Vig said, shooting the handle of the door multiple times before it broke off the door.

“You’re gonna draw them to us, idiot!” Rose shouted, kicking the door open to an empty section of the warehouse with Vig grimacing and muttering a ‘sorry’. “Where the fuck are they?” They then heard gunshots, running to the gunfire. There Peacemaker ran shooting the governor’s gang of criminals, while ducking and dodging their own gunshots. The governor, John Robinson, ran towards them, gripping a very suspicious suitcase.

“I got him, you get them, Vig?” She asked him, pointing to the group surrounding Peacemaker.

“Yeah. I got this!” Though she couldn’t see it, he was blushing from the way she said his nickname. He was damn near hard as a rock when she ran towards the governor and drew her sword to him. But enough ogling, he had to help his best friend.

Governor Robinson gripped his suitcase tightly and tried to dodge Rose’s attack. “Drop the suitcase and come with, Governor, or it’ll get ugly for you.” Rose threatened.

“Fuck off, cape! With this,” he held up the suitcase, “I’ll be the most powerful governor of Washington, hell, maybe even the country.” Rose swung her sword, slicing his hand clean off.

“You cut my hand, you fucking whore!” He screamed, dropping to his knees in a pool of blood. “I would’ve been powerful…”

“Yeah right,” Rose said with a laugh, kicking the suitcase away from his slumped body and running towards Peacemaker and Vigilante. The two were still fighting off gang members. She speared the closest guy she could reach through the chest, kicking him off her sword, spinning around to behead another one that ran up to her. Vigilante watched her with heart eyes. He was so distracted he didn’t have time to react to the knife going through his side.

“FUCK!” He shouted.

Thanks to Peacemaker, that earned the assailant a bullet between the eyes. “That was the last of ‘em. Fucking scum.”

“We’re not finished yet. We need to see what’s inside these crates, and apprehend the Governor.” Rose reminded them. They followed her to find the crates, opening one to see what important drug Waller didn’t want the public to find out about. The crates were filled with vials of highlighter green substance.

“What is it?” Vigilante asked as Peacemaker and Rose looked at each other with concern on their faces.

“Peacemaker, we’re gonna take one of these crates back to HQ, Vigilante, you’re gonna go get the governor.” Rose said. Peacemaker holsted a crate full of drugs over his shoulder and left to put them in Vigilante’s trunk.

“What the hell is this shit?” he pressed.

“This,” she held up the vial, “Is venom. The same shit that Bane uses. Now go get the governor!”

Watching him run off, she instantly called Waller.

“Wilson, your first day is productive, I’m guessing.” She mused.

“Venom, Waller? How in the hell did Venom end up on this side of the country?” She asked.

“Many underground criminals have been circulating a new strain of Bane’s venom after he was imprisoned in Arkham. I assume that’s how Governor Robinson got it. I’ll have another special ops team pick up the remaining drugs. Do you have the Governor?”

“He’s currently incapacitated.” Rose replied.

“Good, keep the rest distracted. Harcourt will have files for the next task.” Waller said before hanging up.

Vigilante came back into view, with Peacemaker in tow. “Robinson’s in the trunk too. I’d say this was a good mission…despite the stab wound, but I’m A-O-fucking-kay!” He shouted.

Rose looked at the wound seeping blood, “Jesus, how are you standing upright?”

“He’s used to it, he’s gone through worse.” Peacemaker says. “Let’s get this shit back to HQ!”

Back at Henennlotter, Rose relays the information they have to Harcourt as Peacemaker brings in the evidence and Vigilante brings in the governor.

“Fucking Venom?!” Economos shouts. “What the hell was he doing with that?”

“He was more than likely going to turn himself into Governor Bane.” Harcourt says. “Adebayo will show you how to write a report on this, then you’re free to get some rest. We’ll meet here at 2 pm.” She and Economos take the Governor to lock him up in the back office.

Leota walks over to ask Rose about her mission, “So how was it?”

Rose thinks to find the right words, “Weird. Odd. I don’t know what else to call it.”

“Yeah, Chris and Vigilante are like that. Especially Vigilante.” Leota says, pulling out a stack of papers from her desk.

“What’s his problem? He was weird about me being on the team, then he was oddly staring at me.” Rose asks. Leota hums, deep in thought before answering.

“Vig is…very territorial about Chris. He ranks him as his number 1 best friend, so maybe he was...jealous? He’s not that bad when you get to know him, maybe take some time to try.” Leota answers. “It’ll be a long year, and you gotta try to get to know the guy”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, team building and what-not. Anyways, drinks after we finish this bullshit?”

“Hell yeah!” Leota shouts excitedly.

On the other side of the room, Peacemaker notices Vigilante staring at Leota and Rose animatedly chat while he struggles to stitch up his wound. He’s been acting weird since Rose started, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Vig, what the hell is your problem?” He asks, grabbing Vig’s shoulder. “You’ve been weird around Ravager.”

Adrian’s eyes flickered from Rose to his best friend. “I haven’t been weird, I’ve been totally normal around her. She's just a regular, normal person. Just like you and I, we’re all regular people, no one’s being weird.” He was defensive, Chris knew when he rambled incoherently, he was lying.

“Ah dude, you’re being so weird. You wanna fuck her or something?” Chris asked. He could see Adrian’s eyes widen through the visor. “You so do!” This got the two women’s attention for a brief moment before they went back to their conversation.

“Pfft! What? No, I just respect her. She gave up being a criminal to fight crime with us. That’s totally admirable.” He defended himself once more.

Chris chuckled, “Yeah, you totally respect her. You wanna ‘respect’ her all night long.” He said, still laughing. "Wanna invite her over to my place, but I call doggy! She's got a great ass." Adrian noticed Rose and Leota making their way towards them with confusion on their faces. He loudly deflected Chris' accusations of wanting to fuck Rose. Usually, he wouldn't mind sharing, but Rose and Chris would look way too hot fucking — that kinda made him a little jealous.

“What are you two laughing about?” Leota asks.

“Oh man, Vig wants to-”

“I wanted…to tell you guys a-a funny joke that I heard.” He deflected, cutting Peacemaker off. Hopefully he doesn’t make an ass of himself. The two women stared at him expectantly.

“Okay, so let’s hear it.” Rose says. Her mask was off now, and it was his first time seeing her full face. Her dark almond eyes were very mesmerizing, and her hair was a mess of wild platinum curls.

“Uh…so, what’s the difference between a dirty old bus stop and a large breasted crab?” He started. Three pairs of eyes urging him to continue.

“What?” Leota asks.

“One's a crusty bus station, and the other is a busty crustacean.” He finishes. Leota giggles, Chris smirks, and Rose…smiles. An awkward smile, but still a smile. Fuck yeah! Adrian thought to himself.

“Good one.” She says. Harcourt and Economos pack up their things after handcuffing Robinson, and she tells them to get the hell out of there. Adrian can’t focus on anything other than he made Rose smile at him. A pretty woman smiled at something he said, that’s fucking awesome. While outside by his car, he was about to take Peacemaker home, when Rose walked up to him.

“Hey, um, can I ask you something?” she asked.

He smirked, “You already did!”

Rolling her eyes, “Ha, Ha,” she says sarcastically. “I wanted to know if you were free tomorrow.”

Adrian’s eyes almost popped out of his head, was she asking him out? “This is like a…’getting to know you’ thing. You down?” she asked him.

“Fuck yeah! I’ll pick you up after we leave HQ!” He said, bouncing like a puppy.

She chuckled, “Cool, seeya Vig, Peacemaker.” She waved while walking away.

“She just asked you out, dude. You have a lot to learn.” Chris says before getting into the passenger seat. Adrian watches her get into Leota’s car, and they drive away. He gets inside of his own, wondering how tomorrow would go.

[kindest-little-fella-in-town]

Okay I saw ur rant earlier on ur Instagram and lowkey this book sounds like trash, but it gave me a stupid idea that I might reflect on later and view as trash. Just hear me out on this AU.

So Henry Higgins is obviously a proud bachelor (and certified virgin), but one day he answers the door to see a random woman at his doorstep and she drops off this young boy at his house who she claims is his son. Apparently she says that had a one night stand 13 years back and he is the product of that hookup. Whether or not this is true, it doesn’t really matter cuz this boy apparently is headstrong in this belief that Henry is his father and he’s been eagerly awaiting the day he could meet him. He’s clearly not been raised in an affluent household but he’s also claimed to have studied his father’s work whenever he can and is clearly trying to put his best (albeit imperfect) posh accent possible.

Henry thinks this is stupid and doesn’t want to raise this boy, so he plans on shipping him off to boarding school, but Pickering convinces him to instead take the boy under his wing since he’s seems to have taught himself a thing or two about Linguistics, so he has potential. Also like, come on now, they can’t just abandon him like a dick. This boy holds and innocent and unconditional love for his supposed father and seems willing to learn whatever from him.

Henry reluctantly keeps the boy, and the rest of the story would follow Henry essentially taking on a new apprentice while also learning how to be an actually good parent and treat his son well. Pickering of course is the more level-headed guardian who naturally dares well with kids while he teaches Henry to eventually come around and show some appreciation to his son, even if his attempts at doing are awkward and prudish at first.

first of all, just to clarify, i am naturally a massive hater so my opinion’s 100% not god! the book is quite good in some respects. besides Henry Higgins’ Illegitimate Fucking Baby, i mostly DNFed it over its questionable handling of its trans character, and also the weird classist undertones and stereotypes that seemed to litter every other page. i’m sure it’s plenty of peoples’ cup of tea, just not mine!

second off, somehow i didn’t clock that we were insta moots until now... you’ve seen and heard WAY TOO MUCH. spray bottle /j

ASIDE FROM ALL THAT, THAT’S AN ADORABLE CONCEPT. it reminds me of @/freddy-eynsford-hills-cuck-chair‘s (i don’t wanna bug em with a tag lol, but if you’re reading this, hi!!!!) au about henry, eliza, and pick all raising a child together,,, i feel like it’d be so interesting for henry to have to deal with someone less mature than himself for once in his life. eliza was one thing but a preteen is, like, another kettle of fish… i think he would suck in objectively the funniest ways possible. i actually had an au in my brain where he and pickering were highschool teachers/uni lecturers because i love that trope to death, but i fear i can’t start talking about that because i Will Not Shut Up <\3

i know you put the kid at like 12ish, but the concept of Henry The Bad Dad dealing with a CHILD-child gripped me so fucking suddenly after reading this ask, so apologies that none of these shitty little doodles technically apply to the specific headcanon you mentioned. they were funny in my head </3 i hope you like em anyway. uno reverse, now you gotta hear ME out… see MY vision…!

[e-mmygrey]

History Must Repeat Itself - Chapter 12

Author's note - Just a quick *warning* - Billy is a little creepy and sexually pushy in this chapter. If that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip this one! But other than that, it's 1:30am and I can't sleep sooooo here's a chapter. But also... welcome to season 3. Officially.

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A little other note... I own no part of the Stranger Things universe. All of that pain can stay with the Duffer brothers. My work is not to be reproduced or copied without my permission.

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       I yanked my hair away from my face, jogging down the stairs. It was my first day off in a week and I had no plans other than to lie on the couch, smoke a joint, and watch television until I fall asleep. A loose plan had formed in my mind about what movies to watch. In the kitchen, Madison sat with her foot underneath her, inhaling waffles. She was at risk of getting her dark blonde ponytail covered in syrup.

"I'm certain you ate dinner last night. Or did your hollow leg finally empty out?" I asked, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

She made a sound in her throat, rolling her eyes. "I've gotta go. Dustin's home today and there's a surprise party at the Wheelers. I promised I'd help set up."

"Need a ride?"

"No, I'm gonna ride my bike. Nancy gonna drive us if we need to go anywhere."

I nodded, putting the kettle on the stovetop. "Call me if you or the others want a ride home. Don't made Nancy drive all over the place."

She nodded, chewing obnoxiously.

Ten minutes later I was alone in the house with my sister's dishes. Once syrup was out of the fridge, it was a risk anywhere and thankfully, I wasn't wearing good clothes. An old band shirt that made me think Eddie was the original owner and a pair of sleeping shorts. Glancing at the clock, I realized I'd slept much longer this morning than I thought. Loudly sighing, I stared at the ceiling. Okay, no weed. Dishes first. A pounding on the front door made me jump. 

I cautiously opened the door to a visibly upset Billy stood on the other side. I motioned him inside without a word.

"What's up?" I asked, going back to the kitchen. "Is everything okay?"

He sat at the table, wincing. I paused with my hand on the water tap. Pushing my mouth to the side, I tapped my finger on the counter.

"What happened?"

He stared down at his hands as he sat low in the chair. "Does it even matter? Pissed my dad off and he let me know it just as he does every time."

I nodded, turning the water on. I didn't have anything new to say. I've told Billy everything I thought about the situation. I'd even offered him and Max to stay here. But Billy refused to run. He was going to take it until he could leave for good. 'Like a man'.

He stayed quiet as I worked. If he wanted to say something, he would. Usually, he just needed to be in a safe spot and let his anger burn off. As I placed dishes on the drying rack, Billy wandered over and leaned against the counter. With his arms crossed, he stared aimlessly at the floor.

"Wanna watch a movie? We have popcorn. There's a couple new movies lying around that Madison got from the mall." I peeked up at him, drying my hands on a towel. He weakly shrugged.

Not getting a proper response and not pushing for more, I opened the fridge and reached in for a bottle of water. When I straightened, Billy stepped up behind me. His hands gripped my hips and leaned close enough that his breath tickled my neck.

"What're you doing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His answer was placing light kisses along my neck. Instinctively, I tilted my head to allow him more access. One hand slipped further onto my stomach, tightening his hold. A gasp flew out of my mouth when I was spun on my toes. My back slammed into the closed fridge door. His face was inches from mine. I felt drunk on his breath. I assumed that I dropped the water bottle because my now empty hands ran up his chest. His hand moved to my jaw, keeping me still with a tight grip. His lips connected with mine and I couldn't bring myself to pull away.

Flashes of the night months ago, when Billy's rage took over and he assaulted Steve. His terrifying mask filled my mind. I pushed against Billy's chest, catching my breath. The hand against my face tried to bring me back, but I turned away. His pupils were huge, tongue darting out the wet his lip.

"Billy, stop," I sternly whispered.

"Why? I know you want me too." Billy's hand shifted to my neck and he began touching his lips against my jaw. "It'll distract me. Please."

My eyelids fluttered closed, but I needed to stop. The infuriated Billy was there when I closed my eyes. I pushed on his chest again and he stepped away, sighing. His lips tightened, his chest heaving. He was attractive as always. The temptation to grab his shirt and bring his face back to mine was... strong. But how angry and violent he could get flashed through my mind.

"Why can't we do something else? We could talk."

Billy scoffed, throwing his hands up. "I don't want to talk! I want to fuck. I want to fuck you and forget that my dad handed me my ass yesterday." I opened my mouth to respond, but he kept going. "I know you want me too. We've been so close, playing along the edge. Why don't we just get it over with and satisfy ourselves?"

"That's not who I am and you know that. I'm not one of the girls that falls into bed with you. We're friends and we have been all year. Why isn't that enough?"

He stepped up to me, pressing my back against the fridge again. There was a dark look in his eyes. My heart was pounding and I prayed that Billy wouldn't notice.

"We can still be friends," Billy said, pushing hair behind my ear. "But why can't we sleep together? I want you. Please."

I shut my eyes, and took a deep breath. I needed to walk away and for him to back off.

"Billy, please. We're friends. I won't be a notch on your bedpost. Our lives are too intertwined for that."

He scoffed and his warmth disappeared. Opening my eyes, his jaw was locked. His hands hung at his sides in fists.

"I'm glad to know you think so little of me, Jess. Feels really good."

He turned, almost stomping towards the front door. My heart dropped. If I let him leave, we'd never be the same. I wasn't sure if I could handle it. I followed after him, almost running down the hallway. In one move, I grabbed his hand and yanked him to a stop. Anchoring my other hand around his neck, Billy's eyes were full of hurt. I pressed my lips against his, trying to convey an apology. My other hand met the first, keeping Billy's face to mine. His arms wrapped around my body, hands splayed across my back. I rested kisses across his face then down his neck.

"We can't have sex," I said between kisses. "But stay with me."

Billy ran a hand through my hair, anchoring his fingers against my head. "Okay."

         Billy and I stumbled into the living room, hands and lips on the other. We weren't making it upstairs safely. Him dropped onto the couch, tugging me on his lap. I squealed, not expecting the move. He chuckled against my lips, his hands cradling my face. My fingers sunk into his roots and gave a light tug. Billy Hargrove was beautiful, in his own twisted way. The way his eyes sparkled up at me, like I was the most beautiful thing he'd laid his eyes on, made my heart tighten. I squished my lower lip between my teeth, looking into his blue eyes. Billy's mouth gapped as his thumb tugged my lower lip out from its spot. Playfully, I bit down on it and a smile broke across his face. I was barely keeping control.

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          I walked through work with unfocused thoughts still on the day before. Making out on and off all day satisfied him since Billy never tried for sex again. Around our ... physical activities, we watched a few movies and took a nap. He left that evening feeling a little emotionally lighter. Nothing felt weird between us when he left, but I didn't expect to see him for a few days. I didn't expect him to call and I couldn't predict his behaviour. It was Billy Hargrove after all.

There was a part of me that felt used and manipulated. I acknowledged that. Didn't mean I had to admit it out loud.

Resting my finger along the spine of some drawing books, I didn't regret it. Billy wasn't a bad kisser by any means. I needed the hormonal release too. The teenager part of me wanted to talk with someone about it. I couldn't tell Madison. She'd tell Max and every other teenage ear that could listen. I considered calling Nancy, but she was busy with her internship at the local newspaper. It was potentially the most sexist spot in Hawkins and she couldn't afford to lose focus over my drama. I had offered to egg her asshole coworkers' cars. It honestly shocked me when she considered it. My last female friend was Robin. She could sort of keep a secret, but this one? And from Steve, who she spent all day with and had become friends with? I didn't want to put her in that situation. She might combust.

I'd never tell Eddie or Steve. It wouldn't go over well. Eddie would assume I'd finally consumed too many corruptible substances. Or possessed. Steve's assumption would be that Billy tricked me or worse. But overall, I didn't want the looks. At school, they were both on the receiving end of Billy's torment. Both had gotten a black eye from him at least once. And in their eyes, I'd crossed a line with him. It would break their hearts.

A hand rested on my shoulder, jerking me from my thoughts. My elderly coworker had arrived to take over. We exchanged pleasantries before I told her about what else needed to be done which wasn't a lot. It was a slow day at Starcourt Mall.

Minutes later with my bag over my shoulder, I made my way through the mall. Seeing the sign for Scoops Ahoy, I considered walking past and going home. What if one of them or both saw that something was on my mind? They'd break my willpower quickly. I slowed, peeking through the entryway. I hadn't expected Robin to be already staring my way. She grinned when we made eye contact. Well, guess I wasn't going straight home. I entered the store and gave her a half wave. She was the only one in the shop.

"Where's Stevie boy?" I asked, hopping onto the table closest to the counter. Robin pointed back and on cue, The Hair walked through the swinging doorway. He wasn't alone however.

I dramatically gasped and leapt from the table, wrapping my arms around Dustin's shoulders.

"You're back!" I swung him back and forth, squeezing the poor child.

"I'm back!"

"Why don't I get that kind of reaction when she sees me?" Steve muttered with a pout.

"Join the club," Robin said, hand resting on her hip.

I rolled my eyes at the pair, putting my hands on Dustin's shoulders and looking him over. He looked healthy and older, even though he hadn't been gone long. I looked at his new yellow and green hat. Same style, squishing down his curls.

"I love the hat. But tell me all about camp! What did you do, did you make any friends? Meet any girls?" I pulled Dustin down into the seat beside me. He stayed silent for a moment, pursing his lips to hold back a smile. My jaw dropped, gaze whipping back and forth from my friends to the pre-teen.

"You met a girl? Tell me about her!"

Robin sat across from us, resting her elbows on the table. We listened closely to Dustin's story about 'Suzie', blush across his cheeks. I scrunched my nose at his obvious liking of the girl. My gaze flickered to Steve. He was watching me, the corner of his lips turned up. A blush of embarrassment covered my own cheeks. I looked back to Dustin and cleared my throat.

"Have you been talking to her over the phone?"

Dustin's eyes went to Steve and fell silent, mouth hanging open. My gaze shifted between them. I was missing out on something. Robin shrugged, not knowing either.

"What?"

Steve cleared his throat. "You need to go, Jess. We've got a lot of work to do."

An uncomfortable laugh bubbled up. "What?"

Steve crossed his arms and clenched his jaw. "You have to leave. Right now."

My mouth opened, no sound came out. Robin and Dustin sat with their heads turned away from me, finding more interesting things in the shop. Turning back to Steve, I waited for a smile to break out. But he was too serious, his jaw clenching and unclenching. As the silence extended, my heart continued to drop. When the tears threatened to appear, I stood up.

"Okay then," I muttered. Grabbing my bag, I placed a kiss on Dustin's head and on Robin's cheek. "I'll see you guys later."

[anotheraverageotaku]

tierlist of all the food i handle at work:

hotdog: fine i guess but i dont like the feeling of holding a cold wet hotdog in my hands. also too many people complain about a cold bun. 6/10

pretzel: annoying. takes too long to warm up and the salt never sticks. too many people ordering this for me to have to microwave them individually. id rank it higher if i had a dedicated pretzel heater. 3/10

corndog: HATE. 10 BILLION YEARS OF HATE. they're always either too cold or they explode in the microwave. hate. 1/10

popcorn: relatively fine. kind of hard to get the kernels in the kettle but overall not that much hassle. the old kettle scared me. 7/10

nachos: i dont have to warm up the chips but i do have to use the cheese machine and that means we run out of cheese and i have to replace the bag. also the chips are unwieldy and break too easily. too hard to grab from the bag. 4/10

tornados: actually i really like this one because i just have to throw a few of them on the rollers. however im also docking points because cleaning the rollers sucks ass. 8/10

pizza: hard to get out of the packaging and never cooks evenly. we dont have a pizza grabber thing and we dont have forks either so we have to use the pizza cutter to get it out of the oven, which does not work as intended. but also no one orders these so it's kind of a null point. 5/10

popsicle tubes: classic. love her. easy to open and easy to find in the freezer. we're always out of blue. im taking a point off because our scissors broke tho and i like my fingers too much to use the knife to open them. 9/10

ice cream sandwich: our freezer broke and they got all melty :/ otherwise they're top tier. 8/10

packaged (chips/candy/drinks/etc): peak. no hassle no mess just grab and go. take it and put it on the counter. it's the lunch rush and i gotta get this line going. everyone should order these instead of making me cook. 1000/10

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 06x16 And Then There Were None

“Oh hey” “JESUS” “Is this Lilith or something?” She just said her name is Eve

“What is she going to do?” “That’s what I thought. Suck his brain through his ear hole” “Wait. What” 🎶Gonna murder my wife🎶

“Crunchy. Like a kettle chip” “So we say vamps, but we can’t shorten werewolves” “that was a very straight line” “Obviously sarcasm. But he’s like 10 miles off the road” “I know it’s a visual aid, but at least try because you need a new map now” “Fkn Dell monitors man” “Yuck” “So what is that? A wraith? There’s a whole bunch of stuff that gets caught on camera like that right?” “The cannery” then grabbed my cans

Hi Rufus

“What was Bobby’s name originally? It’s gotta line up” “Otherwise it’s easy to catch them” “Ok So it is the same. Good” “With no face shield or mask?” “Not to mention the other diseases these people might have had” “BOTULISM” “Just fun to say” “What does he have for snacks? HE’s always eating something” “Going to use the elevator after a ghost thing? Doesn’t seem smart. I’d take the stairs” “What did he do? I don’t remember” I don’t remember either

“Smart ass” “She’s playing him somehow” “Nevermind” “Dean got his ass possessed or something?” “Family” “Just a fkn mouse dude. Chill out” “Is he calling the D?” “Who’s going to steal the sack of guns?” “I mean they’re all hunters. They’ve got a 2nd gun somewhere” “Somebody really likes polka” “those are some really clean shoes” “Figured the soles would be more worn down than that for all the walking they do” “Omaha” “What if it gets out of his head into yours?” “Does Dean have a name for his little pretty pearl gun?” “I don’t think I would’ve bought the gun, but it’s my favorite gun in the show” “1911” “where did he shoot him?” “In the head?” “Well I mean just because he’s dead doesn’t mean he killed the worm thing” “Just killed your own grandpa man. Jesus Christ” “And they left him handcuffed?” “Again without the face shield or apron or nothing” “Wouldn’t you want your grinder to be double-insulated so that way when you hit something electrical, it doesn’t hurt you?” “Almost looks like an old immersion blender that they put a saw blade on” “This whole time we didn’t look at his skull or ear” “Is that where they got Dean’s death idea from? Except that’s a more badass way to go” “Except they don’t know where the worm went” “Don’t they all volunteer to shock themselves?” “You’re a fkn idiot” “That’s not how that works but ok. Not to mention there’s no circuit breaker or fuse” “Are those wires twisted together? That’s now how it works?” “How did I not notice this before?” “You wouldn’t be able to pull your hand away from that, Sam” “That wasn’t super quick” “We’re down 3 now” “Depends on if Rufus dies” “Really? We gotta be all dramatic? Just electrocute him” “See all those wires twisted together? That’s not how it works” “What joker put this together?” “Fire the prop guy or something” “I feel like it would have been better without the voice modulator” “I can’t get over this twisted wire” “What about the butthole?” “I definitely wouldn’t go through the neck” “Maybe step on the worm?” “Rufus?” “Alright then”

[dellalyra]

Family Formation - Part Eight

Summary: Yuuta joins the family, and the events of JJK0 are explored.

CW: sexual references, swearing, suggestive themes, canon typical violence, mentions of blood and wounds.

A/N: sorry this took so long guys I’m working on my 1.5k followers celebration too so this took a back burner but I gotta say thank u all so much for such amazing support ily all <3 don’t forget requests for this series are always open and so are requests for my 1.5k celebration!!

Masterlist

Your husband comes through the front door of your cottage, strangely quietly – which is your first indication of something being amiss, your peaceful house when you come home is usually sounds of music and the occasional meow of a cat and whistle of a kettle, and soft chatter between you and Megumi, but it’s always broken by a “Wifey! I’m home! ‘Gumi, come see your darling papa and welcome him home!”, so the silence was disconcerting.

Hearing footsteps from behind you, you spin from your place at the stove, freezing at the sight of a slightly uncharacteristically serious Satoru.

“What’s up?” You say.

“Where’s Megumi?” You reply.

“Studying at the library, he’ll be home by 8 pm. What’s wrong, Satoru?” You put your hands on his shoulders and see them loosen under your touch.

“Remember that I was visiting the cursed kid today? After the school thing?”

“Yeah? Okkotsu, right? Poor kid.”

“Yeah. Well, he’s in the hall.”

“Hm?”

“He’s in the hall, the kid. Like – in there.” He says pointing to the entryway of your house.

“Well, I’m glad I made extra food. It’s like I have a sixth sense. Now we can’t leave him out there, bring him in. We’ll talk later.” You say, kissing your husband on his cheek. Contrary to what many people think, your husband never does anything without thinking it through – and you trust him implicitly. Details could be dealt with later.

He kisses the top of your head and leans into the hall.

“C’mere Yuuta, it’s your turn to meet the world’s most beautiful woman!” He shouts and you roll your eyes, smiling.

In the doorway appears a boy, thin and slightly gaunt in the face – he looks so tired you almost worry he’ll keel straight over. You think he’s a little older than Megumi, maybe 2 years his senior. He’s tall enough, probably the same height as your son. His eyes dart from the ground up to you, then around the room. You can just feel the nerves rolling from him.

“You must be Yuuta! It’s so nice to have you here, I’m Y/N, Gojo’s wife. I hope you’re hungry, we’ve lots of food, I made spaghetti tonight.”

“Thank you for having me, ma’am. I’m very sorry to be imposing on you like this.” Such a polite boy, you think, with wonderful manners.

“Oh don’t be silly you’re not doing anything of the sort! I’m just sorry if my husband dragged you here. Want me to take your coat?” You lean toward him, and he flinches and shies away, eyes looking to Satoru. You look between them.

“Rika… she’s a bit, eh, protective.” He says.

“Ha! Don’t worry about Y/N, Yuuta. She’s special grade too, like me and Rika.” Satoru laughs ruffling your hair, passing by into the kitchen.

“We’re all safe here, Yuuta, don’t worry.” You softly say, nodding toward the dining room.

You serve up some food for Satoru and Yuuta, who both eat like they hadn’t in days. You don’t eat yet, saying you’ll eat with Megumi when he gets home.

“Our sons about your age Yuuta, how old are you?”

“16. How do you guys have a son my age?” He asks, obviously curious about how two people in their mid-twenties could have a teen.

“Ah, well, he’s adopted. We took in Megumi and Tsumiki when they were little, Tsumiki’s your age. But she’s… she’s not here.” You say, still unsure of what to say about where your daughter is.

“Tsumiki was cursed. She’s in the hospital, sleeping, she has been for a while now.” Satoru fills in when he finds you faltering, squeezing your hand.

“Cursed, like Rika?” He asks.

“Kinda. We don’t know what happened to either of them or why they’re both cursed. But Tsumiki is alive – and human.” Satoru says.

“Would you mind telling me about Rika, Yuuta?” You ask him.

He looks at Gojo, who nods and smiles.

“She was my friend when we were small. She told me we’d be together forever and she loved me and gave me this ring. But, she died. She was hit by a car. She stays with me now. She’s, really protective of me. That’s … what happened at the school.” He says head bowed, fiddling with his ring.

“Well, you can tell Rika she and you are both safe here.” You knew that wasn’t a promise you could keep, if Rika threatened your family - you’d have to take action.

Yuuta smiles, and you stand up from the table.

“Yuuta, the TV is on if you want to relax for a while. Satoru, will you help me set up the guest room?” You ask, hoping he’ll tag along and fill you in on what happened.

He follows along, and in the room, changing the bedsheets so a boy harbouring a special grade cursed spirit can stay the night, he tells you all about the higher-ups, the execution order, Rika’s sheer power and the rest of the story.

“He’s enrolled at the school. I just don’t trust the higher-ups enough yet to let him stay there. It’s why I brought him home. He can stay until I can be sure.” He nods resolutely.

“Sounds good. I’ll come into school early tomorrow, I’ll speak to the higher-ups too. Pressure from us both should have them back off somewhat. I’ll look at his dorm too, see what seals I can put on it, for extra peace of mind.” You wrap your arms around his torso, and he reciprocates.

“Thank you, Princess. What a team we make, huh? It’s like we were born to torment the elders together. If you’re going to shout at the old men though, I’m coming too. I will never miss a chance to see that, you’re just so damn sexy when you fight them. Might have to sneak you off to an empty classroom after.” He winks, lightly slapping the rounds of your ass.

“Like I’ll ever say no to that, ‘Toru. Time honoured tradition since 2008.” You nip his neck and he groans at the steamy memories through the years, but you saunter off, with a little extra swing in your hips. Biting his lip, and smiling at the view, he follows you – as always.

The next few weeks slipped by, Megumi was not even slightly phased (as always) by the situation, he knew you guys well enough by now to never be shocked. Yuuta settling into school, netting the first years and attending classes with both you and Satoru. He was getting more and more comfortable with you both, and relaxing too. You were quickly discovering that Yuuta was a truly sweet boy, he was kind, caring and so thoughtful, with quite the sense of humour to boot. You were sitting in the living room one night when you noticed Yuuta repeatedly pushing his hair from his eyes.

“You want me to trim your hair, honey?” You say to him.

“Would you? That would be awesome. I’ve been worried to go to the barber because I didn’t think Rika would react too well to a stranger coming at me with scissors.” He huffs out a tiny laugh.

“Do you think she’d mind if I did it?” You say you had started to approach Rika through Yuuta, hoping he could feel safer if she felt safer. You treated her always like a toddler who was desperately protecting her toy, and it seemed to be working. Satoru always smiled at you when you included her in something, the sheer expanse of your heart would never fail to amaze him, along with your emotional intelligence – he saw how you approached the situation calmly and softly and was amazed at the progress you’d made. He may have been in charge of teaching Yuuta to handle Rika’s powers, but you were teaching him how to handle Rika.

He nods, smiling that adorable smile.

You set him on a stool, hair scissors in hand and a towel on the ground. With a soft comb to boot. You both chit-chat about school while you work, he asks about your cursed technique and you realise how much you like spending time with this kid. He was just so warm and personable, it was impossible to not grow attached – you felt you understood Rika a bit more.

As you finish up, Yuuta grows a little stiff – and quiet.

“What’s up, Yu?” You say, hand on his shoulder.

“It’s, it’s Rika. She – I told her no, please don’t worry, but she asked if you’d comb her hair and I told her no she’s not like that anymore-” he begins to ramble, and through your shock, you realise that this curse – the Queen of Curses - isn’t just that, she’s also just a little girl. A little girl stuck in a terrible fate, all because she loved a boy.

“Yuuta, tell her yes.”

“What?”

“I’ll comb her hair, but tell her she has to be a good girl, okay?” You say, smiling gently. He stands in shock, but he trusts you. And for some reason, he’s started to trust Rika.

Behind Yuuta, emerges a shape – taller and bigger than him - there’s a resemblance to a human, faint but - it’s there. A small giggle – a giggle, comes from the mouth of the curse. You step toward her, as you would a wild cat. You are sure to soften your gaze and your voice.

“Hello, Rika. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Y/N. I’m a friend of Yuuta’s too. I’ve been excited to meet you.” You say, waving your hand.

To your shock, which you hide, a childish girly voice says ‘Hello pretty lady. Yuuta said you will comb my hair.’

You nod and softly beckon Yuuta to the side, he follows your lead and you turn to Rika, you notice she has no hair, not anymore, but tendrils instead – you figure you’ll make do.

“Of course Rika. Do you want to sit down so I can do it?” You pat the cushion on the ground and Rika makes herself a bit smaller and moves and curls her lower half, almost snake-like, onto the floor.

You move behind the curse, and for a moment you shake your head – how the hell did you get yourself into these situations? You’re combing the head tendrils of a curse on your living room floor. You guess Satoru was right – you do have to be a bit crazy in this life. You also enjoy the thought of the heart attacks the scene would give the higher-ups. That feels good.

You reach your hand out and stroke her head, up and down, separating the tendrils to mimic the motions of brushing long hair.

“My momma used to sing to me when she combed my hair when I was little, would you like that to Rika?” You say.

An affirmative hum of ‘Yes songs please, Rika and Yuuta-like songs’ comes from the strange voice of the curse.

You begin to hum the soft song your mother did as a child as you continue to comb through her tendrils. You used to do this for Tsumiki too, and you think that maybe you just have an affinity for cursed young girls.

Yuuta just stands in shock.

You spend about 20 minutes doing this, and Rika just sits and holds Yuuta’s hand.

You tell her you’re done, and her hair looks wonderful. Yuuta tells her to thank you and before she retreats to wherever she goes, she does thank you, and she also says.

“You are nice to my Yuuta. Thank you, pretty lady. We both keep him safe.” And with that, she’s gone.

Tears flood to your eyes and you pull Yuuta into him. Wishing you could absorb some of the sadness he feels.

That night, you and Yuuta grew so much closer. Yuuta told Megumi when he got home, and Megumi just shrugged,

“Mom’s equally as nuts as Dad, but she knows what she’s doing.”

As you told the story to Satoru in bed that night, he just smiles at you.

“God you’re something else Princess was made for me, you’re crazy and I love it.” He says tickling your sides as you both laugh.

Months pass quietly enough as you eventually move Yuuta into his dorm. You have some classes with the first years, so you get to see the blossoming friendships.

Things are peaceful.

Until they aren’t.

Everything happens in a whirlwind and then in front of you stood the man who was once your brother.

You tensed, standing beside Nanami – as you take in the man after so many years of his absence. His clothes have changed, and his hair is down – like you used to tell him to wear it. He still has the gauges and the smile, he still smiles that same smile reserved only for Satoru.

You then notice he has his arm around Yuuta, you move to push forward but Satoru tells him to step away from the kids. You study the form of your husband - he’s radiating strength, power and energy but only you can see the slight line of hardness in his neck, he’s scared. Not scared of losing, he knows he’d win, scared of the inevitability of him having to kill his only best friend.

Suguru releases Yuuta and you push the boy behind you. You think of the last time you saw him. It was the day he left for the mission in the village, he was up early, as usual, and you stumbled half asleep into the kitchen of the dorm, Satoru’s sweatshirt long and comfy. You chatted about the missions you both had that day and as per your daily routine – he poured your coffee just how you liked it and you made toast for you both. You knew he wasn’t himself lately, you’d been there for him, doing what you could. So before he left he pulled you into a hug, patting your hair.

“See you tomorrow, oniisan. Don’t forget bar at 8 pm, okay?”

“Sure, I won’t forget.”

And with that, he was gone.

And now, he looked at you – older, hair longer, more refined, more sure in your stance, but that same glint of passionate determination in your eyes.

A declaration of war was made that day, and a date was set. A party to which none of you wanted an invite but attendance was mandatory.

And then he was gone.

That night, Satoru collapsed into you, breathing harshly and ragged. It was rare to see the strongest so unravelled but he was safe with you. He knew what would happen. He knew what he’d be forced to do. After all, he was society’s greatest weapon.

You let him heave into your chest. You stroked his hair, during bubbling in you like an unholy soup of loathing and hatred. You hated the world, the higher ups, the hierarchy, for driving Suguru to this – but also hating Suguru, for doing this to Satoru. You’d be okay, both of you. But right now, you needed each other.

The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

That’s what it had been called. Battle plans were drawn up. Yuuta and Maki stayed at school, everyone else to Shinjuku. You were grateful for Suguru’s advance notice, it gave you time to send Megumi to your mom’s house. You guessed he had someone minding the twins too. Parenthood can interfere with war.

Through the fight your main objective was offence, sure you were strong. Incredibly so. You were capable of causing unrivalled destruction. Ironic, you always thought, given it was also the technique capable of causing unrivalled beauty.

You vaguely caught glimpses of Nanami and Mei Mei through the fight, but soon enough your husband caught up to you.

“He’s not here.”

“I thought he’d go straight for you.”

Something clicked in his head.

“He’s going for something more valuable to him.”

The school. Yuuta. Rika.

Fuck.

“You stay, Satoru. They need you here. I’ll go. Finish up here, then come.”

He was about to fight you on it when an explosion echoed loudly. He hadn’t doubted your judgment or abilities in 9 years – and he wouldn’t start now.

“Take Inumaki, and Panda.”

“Can you send us there?”

And with that you and the two students were in a circle, being warped by your husband back to high school.

And in front of you was chaos.

Maki was unconscious, you checked her pulse quickly – confirming she was alive and moved to find Yuuta.

But in a way, you had been too late. Rika stood gloriously behind Yuuta. A deal was struck between them. You couldn’t get close enough in time, flashes of light blinded you for a second and then you somehow found yourself following a trail of blood.

Suguru was leaning his head against a wall.

He was dying. You could tell that much.

Your Yuuta had saved so many people.

Wordlessly, you slid down the opposite wall, sitting facing him. Blood and ash caked your body, the smell of destruction and iron filled the narrow alley. You knew Satoru would be here soon. Suguru did too.

“Fancy meeting you here.” You say.

He lets out a laugh.

“Come here often?” He replies.

“To sit with my dying friend who just tried to kill the boy I see as my son and waged war on the love of my life in an alley? Yeah, most weekends.” You smirk at him, lowering your daggers to you sides.

“Nice ring.” He says, pointing to the wedding ring on your finger.

You hum in agreement.

“The wedding looked beautiful. You did too, you made a model bride and groom.” He said.

“You got the photos we sent?” You and Satoru had secretly sent photos of the wedding in an unmarked envelope 2 years ago. Something soothing for you both.

He nodded.

“How drunk was Shoko and Utahime?” He laughs.

“Very. They also got together that night.” You laugh.

Silence for a moment, a smile on his bloodied lips.

Some people would think this suicide, sitting with a terrorist catching up on old times. But he was no threat to you, not now, he was dying and he knew that. He would put up no fight. You think he always knew that.

“You should have been his best man.” Your eyes droop, looking across the gravel.

“Nanami did a good job.” He replies.

“But he wasn’t you.”

“Any mini Satoru’s yet?” He asks.

“Not yet. Two kids though. Adopted.” You smile. “The twins, are they still with you?”

“Nanako and Mimiko.” He smiles fondly.

There’s silence for a few moments.

“Don’t make this harder for him, Suguru. Please, he doesn’t deserve it.” He will know what you mean.

“I won’t. None of us deserved it.”

“No, we didn’t.”

A figure appears in the alley, you lock eyes with blue crystals. No words need saying. You smile sadly at Satoru. He looks between you and the man on the ground. You stand up, and walk to Suguru. You kiss the top of his head.

“See you later, oniisan.”

You stop beside Satoru, you grab his hand and squeeze.

“I love you, ‘Toru.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

He squeezes back, you walk back to the school – you need to check on your kids. One last look behind you and Satoru is crouching beside him.

He needed to do this alone. This was not something you were part of. It was between them. Blood brothers and the strongest. Best friends. You would pick up your husband’s pieces and glue them back with love and care, but this action was his alone. Destiny wasn’t something to be toyed with.

In the school, you embrace Yuuta, tears on his face – he told you about Rika. The curse was broken. You held him and whispered softness to him.

You help Maki to Shoko, Inumaki too. Panda is fretting over them all.

You think of the boys in the alley. You think of the tragedy that was forced upon your love – he didn’t deserve this. But he deserved love. So that’s what you’d provide.

Several months later.

“Okay, that should be everything. Now remember, sunscreen – no matter how busy you are, okay?”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t forget.” A slightly taller Yuuta agrees. You had helped him pack for his overseas trip with Miguel. You and Satoru were about to send him off.

“She’s going to text you to remind you everyday anyway.” Satoru smirks patting the boys head. You glare at him playfully.

You both lead him to the school gates and hand him off to Miguel. Like sending a boy to summer camp and not a special grade sorcerer on a long overseas mission.

You kiss him on the cheek and tearfully tell him goodbye and stay in touch. You hand him one of your silver daggers, 4 had been given to you when you started Jujutsu High by your family, they were heirlooms. A cursed tool, strong and imbued with power.

“This will keep you safe.”

“Thank you, Y/N. Really, for everything.”

“Our boy! Moving away! They grow up too fast!” Satoru is whining beside you.

“Miguel, he’s allergic to shellfish so be careful okay.” You warn the tall man beside Yuuta who nods, staring bewilderingly at the man who beat him to a pulp months ago whining over a boy going on a trip.

And then he’s off.

“One leaves the nest.” Satoru says and you hum, grabbing his hand and leading him to the school.

“What do you think about refilling the house? With Gojo’s maybe?” You say. Hoping he’ll pick it up.

“With my clan elders? God no, why would you even suggest having those wrinkly ballsacks in our home. They’ll taint it!” He shivers comically.

“No, Toru, I mean little ones. Very little ones. Small Y/L/N Gojo’s.”

He stops in his tracks and stares at you.

“Then I’d say let’s get to work straight away.” You laugh joyfully and squeal as he throws you over his shoulder.

Safe to say, saying your child was conceived in the empty classroom which was you and your husband’s designated sex classroom was sweet, after all, it was tradition.

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Only Yesterday 4 ~ End

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, voyeurism, intimidation, isolation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Isolated and lonely in your life as your grandmother’s caretaker, you find yourself living vicariously through your neighbour.

Character: Nick Fowler

Note: I sat on half a chapter forever and I'm sorry.

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You turn and march away from Nick. He chuckles and follows casually. There is no urgency in his step, as if he is certain of his goal.  

You twist the knob on the stove and put the kettle over the burner. He looms in the doorway, watching as you distract yourself with the tin of tea bags. Your hands are clumsy and shaking. You don’t know what to do to make him leave. You don’t think you can. 

“You don't gotta be so shy. Hell, I should be considering all you saw–" 

"Stop," you plead as you keep you back to him, "I told you it was a mistake." 

"Uh huh. Because it was wrong or because you got caught?" 

“Both,” you turn to face him, “please, I get it. Alright, I’m fucked up. I’m sorry I watch you but you don’t have to do this.” 

“Do what?” He asks with a soft smirk. 

You inhale and shrug, “terrorise me? Ruin my life? I don’t know what you’re doing but I want you to stop. Please, leave me alone.” 

His lips curve fully and he blows out between his lips, shaking his head as he comes closer. You hold yourself still, barely able to keep a tremble from breaking the surface. He steps around you at the last moment and goes to the cupboard. He takes out a cup and plucks free a teabag to drop inside. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, “do what I say and no one gets hurt.” 

The subtle shift in his tone unsettles you. Still mocking but sinister. You watch him as you cross your arms protectively. 

“What do you mean?” 

“She’s an old lady. One accident and… that’s that,” he leans on the stove as he faces you again, “so, you are going to sit down so I can make Ruth Ann her tea. I’ll get to you, don’t worry.” 

You hesitate, swaying in spot. You touch the side of your neck and frown. Your heart plummets to your feet. You’ve brought him to your grandmother’s front door, you’ll never forgive yourself if he goes any further than that. 

“Promise you won’t hurt her,” you eke out. 

“That’s all up to you,” he winks, “oh, and when I’m done serving the queen her nightly chamomile, I expect to find you ready.” 

“Ready?” You swallow. 

He tilts his head as his eyes wander down your body, “put on something less…. Just less.” He smirks, “nothing, preferably.” 

You hug yourself and frown. You can’t hold back the shudder. He didn’t say he won’t hurt you. 

“In the front room,” he stares at you, his brows tweak, and he taps the tip of your nose. “Go on, won’t be long before the water’s ready.” 

You lower your eyes and sidle away. Your eyes gloss hotly as you march into the front room. You glance at the windows. The evening paints the balcony in shadows. 

You stand in front of the couch. All those nights you wish you were Cleo, you were so stupid. You don’t want this. Everything was just fine before you messed it all up. You’re just as ungrateful as Nan said in her fits. 

The kettle whistles and you flinch. You can hear everything, the twist of the knob on the stove, the pour of boiling water, your pulse. His footsteps strut through the archway and he passes into the light of the hall. 

“Ruth Ann,” he calls to your grandmother as he smirks for you, “tea’s ready.” 

He heads down to her bedroom and you sniffle. You face the couch and sway. The tears pebble along the brims of your eyes. They roll out as your lashes flick. 

You undress shakily. First your shirt, then your pants. You sit to take of your sock, your legs to flimsy to balance. You ball them up as you sit in your high-rise briefs and thin white bra. The bedroom door clicks and his soles pad closer. 

You sense him as he stands in the crux of the hall and entryway, watching you from the arch. You can’t bring yourself to look. You hunch and grip your knees. 

He crosses the room. The silence roils around his prowling figure. Your eyes flit over as the lamplight limns his figure. He unbuttons the borrowed shirt as he circles like a hawk. You tense and plead with the floor to swallow you up. 

He tosses the shirt onto the chair. You wince as it lands with a soft whoosh. His belt clinks and you whimper. You wipe your cheeks with your knuckles. He startles you as he hooks his arm around to grab your chin. He pulls you to lean against the couch as he stands behind it. 

He looks down at you as his muscled torso flexes. He smirks and bends as his thumb stretches up your cheek. He tuts as he nuzzles your nose. 

“Why’re you crying, sweetheart?” He growls. 

You can’t answer as a sob lumps in your throat. He keeps hold of you as he rounds the couch. He comes in front of you and hovers his mouth over yours. He brings his other hand to your face and wipes your tears with his roughened palms. 

He frames your jaw and guides you to sit up. He presses his lip to yours. You squeak and reach to push on his chest, scalded by his nudity. He clings to you as his tongue glides along your lips and pokes through. You nearly gag on his tongue. 

His large hands cradle your head as he traps you in his vice. You slouch as he lowers himself to his knees, pulling you with him. You grasp his shoulders as you wriggle and try to detach. 

When he lets you go, you swing back against the couch and gasp. The feet scrape on the floor as it lurches. He chuckles and brings his finger up to his lips, hushing you. 

“Don’t wanna wake nan,” he traces the straps of you bra then covers the cups with his hands. He bounces you in his hands. “Mm, you gonna be quiet for me, baby?” 

Your lips trembles as your lashes stick with dried tears. You shiver and stare at him. He slides his hands around you and tugs on the band of your bra. He unhooks it and gently draws the straps down your arms. As he uncovers your chest, you try to hide. 

He clucks and yanks away the bra meanly. 

You drop your arms and bat away another swathe of tears. He hums and tickles up your sides. His fingers leave a tingle of warmth as he pulls away. He shifts on his knees and searches in his pocket. He brings out a chain that catches the lamp's glow. You stare at the single pearl hanging from it, just like the one you saw at the market. 

"I thought it'd be even prettier on," he reaches to you and clasps it behind your neck. He trails his hand along the length and sets the pearl to rest just above your chest. You inhale as he once more feels along the swell of your tits. 

He bends forward and buries his face against your chest. He turns his head and nips at the sensitive flesh. You squeak and he spreads his hand over your mouth. You bite down on your tongue. If your nan walks in on this, you're not sure she'd be okay. She might not be able to handle the shock and you're not sure what Nick would do to her. 

His thumbs circle your nipple and he places his lips around the other. He toys with you as you writhe helplessly. You grab onto his wrist and try to push him away. He twists and latches you instead. He puts your hand on his head and teethes your sensitive bud. 

You quiver as your strength dissolves. Despite your fear, it feels good. All of it. 

His fingers flutter down your stomach and along the elastic of your panties. You wince. He delves beneath the fabric as he keeps his lips sealed around you nipple. He purrs and curls his fingers up and down your pelvis. He pushes against your slit and dips between your lips. 

He rubs along your cunt and swirls around your clit. You nearly cry out at the shockwaves of his touch. It’s the first time anyone but yourself got that far. You squeeze your eyes shut and hang your head back. 

He flicks his finger over your clit. Your thighs quake and your hand combs through his hair. You moan and he hushes you, leaving a wet trail down your skin. 

He moves back on his knees and tugs on your panties. He guides them down and taps gently along your thigh. You lift yourself and he rolls them lower. He pulls away to strip them down your legs then quickly inserts himself between them once more. 

He bows and breathes over your pelvis. You squirm and push on the cushions. You whisper his name. 

“Please...” the last effort to stop him and yourself. 

He leans in and presses his nose to your pelvis. He slides his tongue down and glides between your lips. You cover your mouth to keep from squealing. 

He traces his fingers along the inside of your thigh and makes a trail up to the crease. As he laps at you, he runs his finger around your entrance. He hums and flows through you. He probes inside of you slowly, pushing his thick digit in to the knuckle. 

He turns his hand and bends his finger. He pushes until you feel pressure. You writhe and curl your toes against the floor. You make a fist and bite it. You don’t know if you can handle this. 

He draws his finger in and out, his tongue flicks up and down. He groans and you gulp down one of your own. You push your chin down as you fight your racing heart. Your breath shallows and your skin prickles. 

He scoops his hand under your ass and dips another finger into you. He shoves them in to his limit and retreats again. His mouth and hand work together, building a maddening tempo. You hiss as your stomach clenches and your muscles wind tight. 

You spasm and brace your head as you cum. It’s more intense than anything you’ve felt before. Alone in the dark, ashamed. This is different. 

You shove his head, overstimulated as he keeps going. He jams his fingers in as deep as he can as you tremble and twitches around him. He drags his tongue up and smears the wetness on his mouth up your pelvis. 

He wipes his fingers on your thigh and sits back on his heels. His eyes gleam at you as you peek out between slitted lids. You heave and stare at him. 

“Not done yet,” he takes your hand and stands. He pulls you up on your wobbly legs. You nearly fall against him. 

He pets your head then spins you away from him. He points. You follow the gesture to the balcony door. You waver and he nudges you. 

“You know what I want.” He growls. 

You look down at your naked body. You fold your hands and slouch, shying away from him. He tickles down your neck. 

“Go, baby.” 

You blink away more tears as your nose tingles. You bite down and obey. You go to the door and pause before it. You hesitate and look back as he drops his pants. You panic and twist the handle. 

You go out into the night air if only to escape him. The sight of him is etched into your mind. His body is forged in muscle and that part of him... it looked big. You don’t have much to compare it to. 

You look across the street. Cleo’s apartment is dark. She must be out living her life. The door behind you creaks. You feel him before his shadow darkens around you. 

He steps up behind you and runs his hand down your arms. He leads your hands to the rail and squeezes them around it. You shiver and whine. He kisses your shoulders. 

“Baby, you just need to hold on,” he grits. 

He brushes down your sides and the curve of your ass. His touch crawls back to your hips and he moves your feet back. He kicks them wider and pushes until you arch your back. 

He steps closer and reaches around you. He pets your pelvis and rubs along your cunt. He spreads your lips and plays with your sensitive clit until you moan. He pushes against your ass and lines himself up with your entrance. You suck in air and stare into the night.. 

It was easier when it was Cleo. That shame was different. That pain was tolerable. 

He inches into you. Your legs shake and you lean against the railing. You groan between your teeth. He urges you down with a hand on your hip and hooks his chin over your shoulder. He turns his head to nuzzle your jaw. 

He thrusts and your legs buckle. He tuts and does it again. “Stay on your feet, baby.” 

The tears fall again and glaze over the street. The lights turn to blurry orbs and the shadows are nothing but layers of black and grey. His pelvis claps against your ass as he ruts harder with each tilt. 

He reaches to the pearl around your neck, his other hand still nestled between your legs as he stirs your nerves to fury. He breathes against your neck and sighs. 

“You think someone’s watching us, baby?” He taunts. You whimper and he chuckles smokily. “I hope they are... you’re the star now, huh?” 

END 

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Based on the song Wasn’t Me By Shaggy.

Warnings: Angst. Cheater!Joe X Reader. Explicit language. Mention of Sex & Alcohol. Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this up on my lunch break earlier lol

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You left the house fuming and in tears. You couldn't believe what you had just walked into. Your Fiance Joe was throwing a party when you were away which he didn't tell you about. You walked into your house filled with people you don’t know, after being out of town for work. You thought it would be a cute idea to surprise Joe but you came home to a crazy house party and seeing something you didn't think you would of ever seen. "Hello?" Your best friend Liz answers the phone groggily. "Hey Liz, I'm sorry if I woke you up but could I crash at your place tonight?" You sniffle. "Y/N? Are you crying? What's going on?" You hear her wake up more. "I just needed to leave, I couldn't look at him." Is all that comes out trying to hold in a sob. "Yeah, yeah...come over but please drive safe. You shouldn't be crying and driving." She says. Of course your best friend would know when you're calling her from your car. "I'll be there in 5." You say before hanging up. 

You make it safely to Liz's house and as you pull into her driveway she opens the front door in her pajamas. You felt like shit for waking her up at 12AM but you just didn't know where to go. "I'm really sorry for coming here like this." You sniffle as Liz hugs you and lets you in. " You don't have to apologize, but what happened?" She asks as you follow her to the kitchen. "I came home early from my work trip. Instead of leaving tomorrow morning, I left tonight so surprise Joe and he had some fucking party going on." You say taking a breath before continuing. "I couldn't find Joe, I asked everyone around the house and they hadn't seen him either. So I went upstairs to our room and heard this noise coming from the bathroom. So I open the door and there he was with the fucking neighbor… fucking on the bathroom sink" You say getting livid all over again and Liz gasps. 

"Wait...the one that you told me about that was always a little too nice with Joe?" Liz asks and you nod. "Oh Y/N...I'm so sorry." Liz says hugging you again which made you cry again. "5 years Liz...we were supposed to get married in a few months." You sniffle. "He's gonna pay, you're going to have the last laugh in the end. I promise you that." Liz says rubbing your back. "I should of listened to my dad about dating a fucking NFL player." You mutter as she goes over to make some tea for you. "Man, I thought he'd be different...guess when you get that type of fame and money you get cut by that shitty cookie cutter. becoming the stereotype" Liz shakes her head as she turns on the stove and puts the kettle on it. "I already bought my dress, that was specially made." You sigh rubbing your face. "Girl, all you gotta do is sell that shit online and tell the story behind it. There's a facebook page of women in your situation and they sell like hot cakes. People love drama and supporting heartbroken women." She says making you chuckle. 

"Did he see you though?" Liz asks. "Yeah after quite sometime. Once he noticed me, I threw my ring in his face and ran downstairs leaving in my car before he could get dressed and even process me there." You scoff. "I'm just saying, when I see him...I might hurt him. Just letting you know." Liz says making you laugh. "I turned my location off, he shouldn't be showing up here." You shake your head. You and Liz enjoy your cup of tea and she tries her best to take your mind off things. Talking about movies, concerts and whatever else but you could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. "Okay, Y/N...either turn the phone off or I'm calling him and cussing him out myself." Liz says and you sigh. " I'll give you a minute. I gotta go pee anyways. "Liz says living you in her kitchen. 

You unlock your phone and see, a sea of missed texts and calls from Joe. You open the messages up and read the messages. 

J🧡-Please answer the phone Y/N. I'm so sorry, that wasn't me

J🧡-Just let me talk for a few minutes

J🧡-Please pick up

J🧡- That wasn't me, just let me explain.

J🧡- Why did you turn off your location? Are you somewhere safe?? At least tell me that

J🧡-Please come back home, I'll leave if you need space

You scoff at the dozens and dozens of messages like those and decide to call him. You take a deep breath and made the call. Almost immediately he answers. "Hello!? Y/N, Jesus are you okay?" Joe frantically asks. "How could I be okay, I just walked into my Fiance fucking our neighbor." You scoff. “I’m so sorry baby, that wasn’t me. I never meant for that to happen.” Joe says sounding broken himself but it really didn’t do anything for you. “You keep saying it wasn’t me, do you have some type of clone I didn’t know about? What excuse is that?!” You roll your eyes. “I was out of character, I had way too much to drink and I wasn’t thinking right- Joe, you are not blaming this on alcohol. I’ve gone out with my friends multiple times getting shit faced and I never even looked at another guy while I was with you!” You snap back.

“Just tell me what I need to do to regain your trust again, you can’t just throw 5 years away of us away. We can go to therapy,Move houses, whatever you want.” Joe practically begs over the phone. “Joe, the only person who threw this all away was you. Don’t worry about the house, I’ll be getting my stuff out this week. I’m Liz can help with finding me a place in such short notice.” You tell him holding back tears.

“Don’t do this Y/N, please.” Joe says his voice breaking at the end. “I’ll be over to get my stuff while you’re at practice, I’ll leave the keys in the garage and whatever else you’ve given me in the house.” You sniffle before you hang up knowing he was going to put up a fight and you just didn’t want to hear it right now.

“Are you okay?” Liz asks peeking into the kitchen where you were crying. “Nope but I can’t allow him to disrespect me like this and take him back.” You shake your head. “I’m proud of you, and of course I’ll help you find a place. I’m only the best realtor in Cincinnati.” She jokes making you smile. Here’s to starting all over again.

[somecunttookmyurl]

love following you for the occasional "you absolutely can do this. you can work out why you aren't and you can fix it and if you're not doing that shut the fuck up and wallow somewhere else i ain't helping you". i find it really motivational like goddamn it you're right i CAN solve this and if i'm not trying why should anyone else? it's like... get your shit together (affectionate). that said do you have any tips for ADHD besides flowcharting executive dysfunction

that's it lad. pick yourself up, dust yourself off.

what works or doesn't work for you is gonna be personal depending how your adhd affects you (flowcharting works basically all the time as a general checklist but the specifics of remembering to take care of those things in the first place are gonna vary)

the first step to finding, or devising, an adhd lifehack is knowing what problem you're actually trying to solve. "i don't remember my meds" isn't the problem. why? what's stopping you? is it more a time blindness issue (i don't notice time has passed until whoops it's afternoon and whoops) or a noise/visual blindness issue (do i stop paying attention to my meds being there or stop noticing reminders)

those are linked of course and most of us struggle with both but you gotta understand what you're trying to fix first

that said. for me:

i know things becoming visual/background noise is a problem for me. this means that any kind of external reminder (that isn't from an actual human being) like alarms, post-it notes, leaving things in obvious locations, or signs will only work for a limited time. at some point i'm going to stop paying attention to it and it will stop working

so then switch to something else. move or change the visual reminder. set a different alarm sound at a different time. there's an app somewhere that i don't remember the name of that lets you set alerts that go off at a random time within a window (like... somewhere between 2 and 3pm) which is better than the same one all the time.

change them around as necessary

i know routine is important in adhd and one of the biggest reasons it often goes undiagnosed until adulthood is that children have external routines and tasks set by teachers & parents so the problem isn't apparent until you move out and suddenly find yourself woefully unqualified for the position of zookeeper

i don't have a job so there isn't actually any external structure to my life at all which is very hard for adhd. i don't have specific times to do things at (because as we all know if you're doing it at 7 and then it gets to 7:01 you Obviously Can't Do It) but i do have a routine for my housework. the bed is made and dishes done every day, but other tasks fall on a specific day of the week and eventually it all gets done

i know what day it is by which thing i cleaned yesterday. ask my friends what day i change my sheets and do my laundry.

getting up and going to bed at the same time(ish) every day is, groan moan moan yeah i know, unfortunately annoyingly effective and important. but it's also good for me to have a specific "get up" and "go to bed" routine.

i don't take my meds for about 3 hours after i get up because they don't last as long as they should and i don't want them to kick in before my physical form arrives on the scene. so in that window if i sit down it is Game Fucking Over.

as soon as i get up, i make the bed before i even leave the room. i go and put the kettle on. i fill the sink with hot water to do the dishes. i go and wash my face and do the first step of skincare. the kettle is done, so tea is started. go back and do more face stuff. now tea is brewed. more hygiene stuff. do the dishes whilst tea cools now they've been soaking a lil bit. last bit of hygiene stuff. drink tea and write list for the day. cross off "dishes" and "make bed" as soon as you write them. brush teeth. NOW i can go to the sofa of death.

i take a bath at night bc it helps my muscle pains so whilst that's running i clean the kitty litter, and tidy away anything in the wrong place (mug back to the kitchen, trash thrown away, shoes in the shoe rack, yarn in the bag etc)

if i don't Know what i'm doing i will do nothing. i will be confused john travolta. there's a reason you see people at the gym with little notebooks occasionally - if you go in there with a plan you're not aimlessly wandering wasting time and don't forget anything

to that end, i need a to-do list. physical works better than digital because forming the words in writing with my hands is more distinctive than typing and also there is an (ever changing) physical reminder of it on my table next to me.

i don't get the "ticking a thing off the list" dopamine thing that people talk about. crossing things off brings me no particular satisfaction. but it keeps me grounded to what i want to do and stops me wandering off and forgetting things. i write "meds" on it every morning as a secondary reminder to take my pills and you wouldn't believe how often i still forget but at least i normally get reminded before it's too late.

how big or small you make the tasks on your list is up to you. too many, and you might get overwhelmed by it looking like too much (or running out of room on the paper). too few and they might be too vague so you still get stuck, or be too large to reasonably accomplish in one go. for example "clean kitchen" is too big - i might forget a part of that, and also i can't do the whole thing at once which runs the risk of it not being finished. but listing every task separetely is ridiculous. it would be really long, and some things only take a minute or two.

so it gets split into 2 or 3 tasks. "clean counters / oven" "wipe down cupboards & clean out fridge" (i sweep and mop on a different day bc the bathroom and hall also need swept and mopped so they all get done together as a separate task)

"vacuum" although not too vague is too big to do at once. it hurts my back and it's exhausting so i do the living room and bedroom separately. 2 tasks.

and if all that starts failing and i'm struggling to Get My Shit Together, i ask my friends to give me 20 min and check in on me.

[evansbby]

omg– that poyt drabble i– chef’s kisses all over 🥹!

i don’t think my heart could be in any tighter chokehold than steve being all sweet on omega in one hand and just such an asshole the next second 😭 but hey, if daddy is proud of us for working so hard planning our first halloween party it’s gotta be worth it, right?

but now, i’m thinking into all the what-ifs for that party… what WOULD have bucky done if he got omega into his room? mayhaps he either a) fucked her, b) comforted her, or c) both?? i’d like to think that it really could’ve been a one-night thing where bucky would’ve had omega all to himself and keep it a secret out of respect to his friendship with steve, but then again, maybe he wouldn’t have given any fucks and continued to take omega away from him 👀

anyways, poor jake 🥺 he’s just an alpha that needs to be loved on real bad! i was really rooting for omega and him to at least play one of the halloween games together given that he was just so lonely and omega really put her all into that party… i’m starting a petition fo extend poyt universe and give jake his own omega! it’s what he deserves 😤

also not steve jr being a little prisoner just to be called a pervert 💀 hey, pot and kettle i guess? apple doesn’t fall far from the tree if yunno what i mean 🙃

i really feel for omega here, but it’s okay! she’ll have plenty of halloween parties to plan once steve gives her all his pups and they’ll be having tons of family halloween parties of their own <3

- 🫶🏼 anon

aaaahhhh thank you so much for this feedback!!! love you😌🫶🏼

AND I think Bucky would’ve just done some inappropriate things to her😨 maybe fucked her, maybe just touched her— depends on how brave he was feeling at the moment!! I doubt he would’ve comforted her tho, I mean he’s the one who killed steve junior after all 😭😭

Aww, a story about Jake finding his own omega would be so cute!! Jake tries to fit in with Steve and the other alphas but they’re sooo mean to him and always pick on him, and although he likes being on the football team, he’d much rather be at home playing video games bc of how awful his teammates are to him😩 ugh, what a missed opportunity bestie, I really should’ve written Jake and omega playing one of the party games together bc he would’ve indulged her😌🫶🏼 I mean, he would’ve straight up DIED right after when Steve saw them together but yeah

[badwolfwriter]

We’re gonna talk about Bruno

I have several things to say about Bruno and I will probably think of many more after I post this but oh well. (Forgive me for the length.)

1. In the flashback. Did y’all see how fast he made up his mind to leave after the vision of Mirabel? Like there was zero hesitation. He went straight from “oh shit this is bad” to “whelp I guess I gotta leave to save this kid.” How fucking selfless this man is. No second guessing. No trying to back out five years down the line. He would have stayed in hiding his whole life had the events of the movie not happened, all to protect this child that he loves so fucking much.

2. I cannot imagine being isolated from your family for so long. Literally a few planks of wood separating him from the rest. So close but so far. Forced to watch them grieve and move on and laugh and grow and being helpless to join them. But then again he’s probably felt isolated his whole life, so in many ways it was almost familiar.

3. How the hell would he have created his hidey hole behind a perfectly sized portrait that night without anyone noticing? Abuela was likely waiting for his return from the tower. Dolores had her gift. Anyone with working ears would have heard this man taking a hammer to the walls, and there’s no way he would have been able to sneak back in and do it another time. The only possible solution is that casita helped him and made the whole itself. I mean that house is hella smart, you know it knew he was there the whole time, but to actively protect him like that. We can see how much Casita loves Mirabel; it must love Bruno the same.

4. With that in mind, why didn’t Casita help Mirabel when she was about to fall? Besides the fact that it was a two foot drop, casita was refusing to. I wouldn’t be surprised if the house blocked Bruno’s path or did something to alert him that hey, I’m not helping her, you might want to backtrack. Casita said it’s time for you to rejoin the family, and I’m going to force you to interact with your niece. She knew the choice he’d make. He’s so scared of facing his family, but he didn’t hesitate a single second when he realized Mirabel was in danger.

5. They kinda skipped showing it, but how exactly did Mirabel get back on top of the ledge and then helped Bruno climb up? She had no handholds. The only way would have been for say, her uncle to casually let her stand on his shoulders and boost her back up. Nevermind he’s stuck in a dirty hole- his priority is Mirabel. 

6. Do you think Dolores ever snuck in to see Bruno? She could hear him, she had to have figured out where the entrance is. Can you imagine the two of them sitting there in his hidey hole, catching up on all the gossip. Bruno asking her to listen in on a couple old friend to make sure they’re doing ok. Begging her not to tell anyone he’s there, not wanting to say the whole reason of why, but Dolores understanding enough to agree. Him putting on telenovella’s with plots he knows she’ll like. Maybe him listening to stupid things happening from within the walls and imitating them in the most ridiculous way that only Dolores could hear, cracking jokes just to make her laugh. (Honestly this one might not have happened cos the man seems like he hasn’t interacted with anyone in the entire ten years apart from his rats but it’s nice to imagine.)

7. Do you think Bruno ever snuck out of the walls to do nice things for people? Like put a kettle on the stove when Pepa is having a really bad day, or clean up a little bit. Leaves little gifts every once in a while that will make them smile.They would all just assume it was Casita, but really it’s Bruno still looking out for them. He probably has corridors running all through the house with peep holes everywhere so he can keep tabs on his family.

7. Can we talk about how Hernando and Jorge were introduced? Like yeah, Bruno has probably lost a few marbles in the ten years of isolation but also consider: he’s just appeared like an eldritch monster to his niece who hasn’t seen him since she was five. She still looks shell shocked from the discovery of his presence and the near (what she thought was) fall to her death. Like yeah Bruno is an odd duck (and we love him for it) but dollars to donuts he also was trying to make her more at ease with a bit of humor.

8. The way his door fucking burns after so long of being dormant. The implications there of Bruno embracing his gift to help his family, and you can just feel how proud the magic and the house is of him. Part of me wishes someone had seen the door in that moment, but I do love the shock on his family’s face when they all saw him again.

9. Can we all imagine Bruno watching the dinner with Mariano and his family go down torn between horror and laughing his ass off. Ok, he was definitely scrambling in a panic to get the vision away from them, but also, he was the literal definition of a fly on the wall for that whole thing. Just imagine.

10. Let’s all take a moment to imagine him catching the others up on what happened and him telling Julietta about his vision of Isabella and Mirabel hugging. Can you just see Julietta being so sad that the glass got destroyed- I think it’s every mother’s dream to have proof of their children loving each other and you know she would have hung it up on the wall and brought it out whenever Isa and Mirabel start to fight. 

11. Why did Bruno have a horse at the end? Maybe it was to get to where Mirabel and his mother were fast but consider- how did he know? Maybe he tracked them, but did he have a horse the whole time? Not likely. He would have had to go back into town to get one, which just seems to be a waste of time when the man has never once skipped leg day and could sprint there and beat his mother to Mirabel. My head cannon is that the horse is for Mirabel. He shows up on it with the determination that if Mirabel wants, if Abuela is there shouting at her, Bruno will finally call it quits. He’s gonna take Mirabel and leave Encanto for good, to hell with them all, this child deserves better. And the way he just rides in and tries to put all the blame on himself so that Mirabel doesn’t get as much shit... the heart on this man. Who else would love to see him as a parent because god damn he would be the most caring father on the planet.

12. Can we not forget the look of utter shock when his mother, and then later his sisters, hug him. He thinks so little of himself that he finds it impossible to believe anyone would actually love him. Least of all the people who have spent the last 10 years badmouthing him.

In total, Bruno is an amazing person and deserves so much better than his family gave him. I have feelings, ok.