#//Would have it out for them for the rest of the year; 10/10

[sanesuki]

Pinky Promise

Childhood Meeting AU | The balance of this universe shifted when he was brought into this world. Straight out the womb with piercing blue eyes and hair as white as snow. On December 7 a true prodigy was born. His name is none other than Gojo Satoru. Since he could start walking he was treated differently from the other children of his clan. Leading to him becoming cold at the age of 10. Robbed of his innocence, childhood and freedom. So what happens when one day at the Gojo Clans Residence, another clan comes to visit for a deal. Bored of the meeting, 10 year old Satoru Gojo goes to the gardens hoping to find something worthy of his time. But is faced with a girl younger then him, claiming to be a princess of another land. Yet when he looks at the cheap toy tiara on her head, the bright smile on her face, her eyes looking at him with awe… he knew they were complete opposites, raised from two different sides of the same coin.

No JJK Spoils :)

Gojo X Y/N

Word Count : 1.7k

Incase you don’t know what these terms mean :

Y/N = Your Name

L/N = Last Name

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At his birth, the young boy was known to be completely different from the rest of his clan. Born with the six eyes, always came with a target on his back. Feared by all despite his young age, just a look from him had your blood running cold. In his eyes, they were all weaklings. Nothing to worry about nor spend his precious time on.

One spring day, where the cherry blossoms were falling along the path. Littering around the pebbled walkway and the freshly cleaned floor. There was a meeting between two clans. The famous Gojo and L/N clan. Both were highly influential in the Jujutsu World. The Gojo clan was one if not, the most feared clan of them all.

Known for their limitless and six eyes technique, giving them the ability to manipulate space and have extraordinary visual abilities. You would be a fool to challenge them. While the L/N clan was more known for their success in the ability to rewind time. Using their cursed energy, and placing both palms on a persons body, they are able to rewind the body to its original form. Unlike the Gojo clan, the L/N clan is often known to be soft hearted individuals making them easy to make alliances with other clans. They use their ability to heal those of serious injuries such as missing limbs or life threatening wounds. Known as expert healers and the sole clan to perform such miracles.

Today was the day the Gojo and L/N clan would finally stabilize their alliance. As the meeting went on, Satoru left the room without a word. He was there alone in the garden, boredly observing his family's fish pond. When suddenly Satoru felt someone’s cursed energy behind the big Sakura tree. He reflexively got himself into a stance for battle, but what Satoru saw was a girl who seemed to be younger than him, who was poking her head out to stare at Satoru innocently.

Satoru looked at the girl curiously, then spoke with a firm and commanding tone, "Who are you?"

The girl quickly hides behind the tree again. Her heart thumps as she can’t believe she got caught so quickly. She slowly steps out from behind the tree. Wearing a bright pink dress and two white bows in her hair. Her eyes meet his as she shyly speaks, “m-my name is p-princess y/n. U-um…..”

He gives her an odd look, is this girl right in the head?

“Are you my prince?!” she says with hope and awe in her big eyes. She couldn’t help but notice this boy's good looks, especially with his blue eyes. They were the perfect color and his white eyelashes just made him divine. She’s never seen someone so beautiful, this is definitely her prince.

She is slightly younger than him, it seems, she actually thinks she’s a princess. Most likely around the age of 8. Satoru notices the cheap toy tiara on her head. The cheap piece of metallic paint, slightly chipping on its side showing she’s had it for a while. Her attire, a pink dress that matches the tiny pink stone in the middle of her tiara.

For some reason his heart pounded in his chest as he looked at the girl standing in front of him with an expression of awe. She was adorable, the way her hair swayed in the wind as the cherry petals fell down around the two. Satoru thought to himself, She seems so pure...

Still, Satoru had to be cautious. He couldn't let some random girl sneak up on him. Satoru remained stoic and firm, looking down at the girl with a cool glance, "A prince? I refuse. Sounds weak”

She physically gasps and rushes over in front of him, he tenses slightly and looks down at her. He would’ve attacked in any situation but she seems harmless and fairly weak. Her head goes up as she stares at him when she starts pouting and whining, “Noooooo you have to be my prince! I’m a princess!”

Satoru couldn't help but hold back a smile at the little girl, despite the fact that he was supposed to remain stoic. She was just so….. cute. For the first time in a while, he let out a small chuckle and got on one knee down to her level, making sure she wouldn't feel threatened or intimidated. She was different from the others, she didn’t seem scared of him and he oddly liked that. He couldn't help but admire the innocent way she looked up at him, her innocent eyes glistening with awe.

Satoru felt his heart beat faster as he looked at her. She was so tiny compared to him - a delicate little creature who seemed like she wouldn't hurt a fly. Satoru was normally stoic and expressionless, but in the presence of this little girl, he was slowly starting to melt.

He looked at her, unsure of what to say. For once, it felt nice to have someone look up at him in such a way. She was so small and fragile, it was like she needed protecting.

“What is your name, my Prince?” she says with curiosity and is very eager to know his name.

Satoru raises an eyebrow as she continues to call him "my prince." It was a strange sensation, being called that by such an innocent girl.

Satoru decides to play along with her naivety, as a small grin wanting to play on his lips. "I am Prince Satoru. And you are... Princess Y/N?" He asks, making a guess she would like being called that.

Her eyes brighten at that and a huge smile appears on her face, “yes that is me!”

Satoru can't help but get swept up in his curiosity. The way she spoke and smiled was so childlike, so genuine. She was like a breath of fresh air in his otherwise strict and stoic life. A small smile of amusement formed on his lips as he continued to kneel down to her level.

"So... Princess, are you here all by yourself?" He asked, giving a slight look over to make sure she’s not hurt.

She shakes her head no, “mama and papa are inside, having a meeting. Do you live here my Prince?”

Ah she must be from the clan that’s having a meeting with his people. Satoru nods his head, still fascinated by the way she looks up at him with such innocent and pure looks. "Yes, I live here." He says softly, deciding to return the soft tone when speaking to her, since she was so young. She was almost like a true princess, which wasn't hard to imagine due to her wearing the toy tiara on her head.

Her smile brightens even more if that’s even possible, “then will you pinky promise that you’ll always be my prince?”

Satoru can't help but chuckle slightly at her innocent request, but he can't help being drawn back into it. His defenses were still being torn down by this little girl, causing him to be charmed and amused. He finds the way she spoke so pure and childlike to be so adorable. Grinning and trying his best to continue to play along, Satoru holds up his own finger, locking it together with hers. "I pinky promise to always be your prince."

The smile she gave him after that was of no other he’s ever seen. It was in that moment where he wanted to know her. Who she is. Her likes and dislikes. Hopes and ambitions. Dreams and aspirations. He wanted to know it all. Gojo Satoru was a cold child but he found the warmth he was always looking for. Her. Y/N L/N.

-Time Skip 15 Years Later-

More then a decade has passed, and things have changed drastically for Satoru. He's no longer the young boy that he once was and now is an adult and the sole member of his family's clan. He's become someone completely different han he was back then, no longer hardened by training and his family's expectations of him. Despite the strong and positive exterior he puts on, beneath it all, he's still the same young boy haunted by his past. He heard the clicking of heels in the hallway and he didn’t even have to turn around to know who it is.

As she entered the main room, she noticed the vast emptiness of the hall. There was only one familiar figure occupying the room. Satoru was standing there with his arms crossed. As she entered, Satoru slowly turned to look in her direction, a small look of amusement flickering on his face as he observed her walking towards him.

“Satoru! Good Morning!” the expression on Satoru's face quickly softened as he heard her cheerful voice. He gave a small smile as she approached him, trying to conceal the way her presence immediately warmed him up. He nodded in response to her greeting, “hey there gorgeous” he smirks.

She was now in her mid-twenties, but she hasn't changed a bit. She was still that pure hearted soul, with that adorably soft smile on her face, “Satoru did you have breakfast?”

Satoru shook his head, indicating that he hasn't had breakfast. Chelsy's innocent and cheerful demeanor was starting to become even more contagious as her presence began to brighten the room. "No, I haven't. Have you?" Satoru replies with a goofy smile as he ruffles her hair and hugs her. His hands around her waist as he buries his head in the crook of her neck.

She giggles at his antics “I didn’t, I wanted to eat with you”

Satoru gave her a wider smile, "I see... I would be glad to eat breakfast with you."

She offered her hand, his demeanor completely clingy now. Satoru instinctively took her hand, finding his grip softened up around hers. It felt like old times again, when she would hold his hand and they would explore the grounds and gardens after their first meet. Memories quickly flooded his mind at the touch of her hand.

A fond smile played on his lips as he kissed the back of her hand, “Let's go, Princess."

The balance of this world changed when Gojo Satoru was born. But his purpose was born when he met Y/N L/N. His Princess. His world.

[loves0phelia]

Always Knew

Summery: ???

Words: 1,1k

Warnings: alcohol (barely)

A/N: this is my first ever fic, and English is not my first language so if I make any mistake please be nice and if someone sees this I would really appreciate receiving request xxx

The first time you saw Rafe Cameron you were 7 years old. It was the first time Sarah invited you over at TanneyHill a couple days after meeting you in her first grade class. 

Like normal girls, you and her went on a bike ride. You briefly remember Ward and Rose saying to not go far since dinner was almost ready. But the only memory that stuck in your mind was how he managed to make you feel better.

Unlike all your friends you still had trouble riding a bike without the training wheels. So when one of them caught a small pebble on the ground it went sideways. By now you were back in front of the Cameron house so when Rafe heard your cries, he along with his dad and stepmother rushed outside.

You were holding your knee in pain. the skin was scraped and your palms were bleeding. 

“Are you okay?” he had asked before kneeling in front of you while Sarah and the rest of the family watched the interaction. For a small second you almost forgot about your injuries as you looked into his bright blue eyes. 

“y-yeah” you wiped your tears and he looked you up and down and then to the small wheels on the bike.

“ I can teach you to ride a bike without those if you want one day” You nodded and he gave you a smile.

Even at 7 years old you knew you would love Rafe Cameron.

Since that incident you had seen him a handful of times. But the next memorable time was when you were 10. Rafe was celebrating his 13th birthday in the backyard of his house. Multiple kids were having fun in the pool and some were eating cake.You and Sarah along with some  were sitting next to the pool drinking lemonade and eating fruits enjoying the day like everyone else.

“Hey Sarah, do you want to play with us in the pool?” a 11 year old Topper asked. The boy always had a crush on her.

“Sure! Want to come with us y/n?” she asked sweetly but you politely refused before continuing sipping on your cold drink.

After a couple minutes some of the kids (who you think were Rafe’s friends) approached you.

“Don't you want to come in the pool with everyone” he asked judgmentally but once 

again you decline seeing no problem in staying out of the water.

“Come on!” he tugged on your arm forcefully, leaving a small bruise and dragged you towards the pool. You trashed and tried to break free but just as the boy was about to push you in, Rafe grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him to the ground.

“She doesn't want to go in the pool, idiot!” He screamed, immediately alarming the adults who were having a great time.

“What's going on Rafe?” Ward came to the scene noticing the frighten boy on the ground and Rafe above him.

“He was trying to push Y/N in!” he said and his dad looked at you for confirmation, making you nod.

After that day, it felt like Rafe was always near when you needed him.

At 18 when all your friends were talking about their recent hookups you hadn't even held hands with someone. You were desperate to find someone, to share your first kiss. But It felt like nobody was good enough.

“what's going on in this pretty head of yours?” Your head snapped to the side when you heard his voice. You were sitting outside holding an unfinished beer outside the party where you felt you didn't belong.

“nothing, just felt overwhelmed inside” you shake my head and look down at your feet.

“Come on, y/n i know you. I know there's more than that” he said and gave you a light push with his elbow.

“I feel like I'm missing out, everyone I know has kissed or hooked up with someone and I've never even held hands with a guy. Sarah had Topper and now John B. Sabrina has kissed probably every girl on this island, Kelce always has a new girlfriend and you… you probably had tons of girlfriends” you sighed feeling embarrassed with my lack of experience.

“I've never had a girlfriend,” he whispered and you could barely hear him.

“You're such a liar” you laugh, a blow of wind makes your hair fall in front of my face.

“im serious y/n” he says and gently brushes away your hair behind your ear.

“h-how you're Rafe Cameron, like the hottest guy in the entire outer banks” your words fell from your mouth before you  had time to think about them.

“You think I'm hot?” He laughed again and your cheeks reddened now realizing what you had just said. Quickly you had your face in your hands, beer long forgotten on the pavement.

“Oh God, did I really say that?” He continued laughing and you stayed hidden behind your hand trying to create a shield to protect yourself from the embarrassment. But your barrier is broken when his hands grabbed yours to pull them away.

Not wanting to face him  you kept your head down, chin tucked against your neck. But when his hand grabbed your chin to make you look at him it was inevitable.

When your gaze finally connects with his, you notice the glimmer in his eyes. Rafe’s hand traveled from your chin to your  jaw, you felt your heartbeat elevate as the tension between the two of you rose. 

“Can I kiss you, please?” he asked even though his lips were already inches away from yours and eagerly you nodded.

His lips finally connected with yours, after years of secretly yearning for Rafe Cameron.

His hand that was previously on your jaw drops down to your neck as he deepens the kiss. 

It feels like the kiss lasted forever when you separate. his forehead drops down on yours and a breathy laugh escapes his mouth.

“I always knew you would be my first kiss” you whisper and a smile breaks onto his soft lips it could light up an entire room.

“And I always knew I would end up with you, remember when you fell off your bike in middle school?” you nod after he asked his question.

“even though i didn't know what love was back then, i knew i loved you” both of his hands grabs your face softly, gently rubbing his thumbs on the apple of your cheeks before pressing his lips to yours passionately.

at this very moment you also knew you would never love anyone more than you love Rafe Cameron

[prentisssgf]

| alex cabot headcanons

| law order special victims unit

| alex cabot x reader

| fluff and angst

| 836 words

1. her love language is acts of service

2. not very big on pda but will always hold your hand and give you a hug when she notices your stressed and or upset

3. does the nyt games every single morning

4. after she came back and casey was the ada for a couple of years, she did everything to not let it show but her confidence within the team slightly faltered as she believed that no one would miss her because of how much they loved casey

5. her favourite thing is to come home to you

6. when she's had a really really stressful day she uses your bathroom products (shampoo and conditioner and body wash / body lotion)

7. there was a case once where she had to stay in a hotel for a few days and you missed her so much that you fell asleep in one of her jumpers (she pretended not to notice but she was secretly obsessed and she bought more jumpers for you to steal)

8. she sleeps with socks on

9. big top little bottoms sleep girlie

10. her favourite food is italian food

11. her favourite type of music is classical

12. secretly obsessed with musical theatre but only you know about it, if you say anything she will deny it so much that you will start to believe that she hates them

13. gemini sun, capricorn moon and libra rising

14. you guys are the "darling sweetheart babe" and "baby  honey" duo

15. alex is the driver but you chose the music  (she doesn't mind because you're always happy and she LOVES that)

16. she used to have black coffee but when she started actually dating you, you hated how it tasted so she changed her coffee order

17. you always that it was kinda sweet that alex would "stay up and watch you go to sleep" but when she actually told you about her insomnia you felt so bad but thankful that she could trust you about something so big and you made her promise that whenever she was upset that she would wake you up no matter what time

18. always hot always cold duo (you are the cold one, but it's fine because it gives you more excuses to cuddle with alex)

19.  you have two cats

20. wine over beer but will sometimes have a beer when she's stressed

21. she is CRAZZYYY rich and she loves spoiling you

22. her favourite sweets are skittles

23. you will always find her at night with a book in her hand and a tea at the side of her, but when you get in bed to go to sleep with her, she will absentmindedly play with your hair while she's reading (sometimes she'll read out loud if you're up for it)

24. she has thousands and thousands (250K followers) on instagram and people love seeing you guys together on her instagram and you love looking at edits of you guys it makes you laugh and you've saved some of them

25. you two basically vacationed at the beach so much that one day alex came home and was like "oh by the way I got us a second house at the beach" and you were kinda mad at her for not talking about it with you but when she showed you her bank account to see that it didn't even take a bite out of her account, you forgave her and then the next day you went over to check it out and now you go there for the summer or stressful weekends

26. alex loves giving you forehead kisses

27. you love giving alex waist hugs

28. one time you walked in on the kitchen burning down and it was just alex trying to make pizza which made you laugh so much that you had to leave the room because the firefighters couldn't do their job because they got distracted by you

29. the fire department know alex by name

30. alex will hug you from behind and rest her chin on your shoulder when you're cooking dinner or breakfast

31. she is definitely a morning person and you are not but she makes up for it by bringing you a coffee every morning

32. she gets hit on a lot and it used to make you sad because deep down you always thought a part of her would leave you but she made sure you knew how much you love her and would always shoot them down "I have a girlfriend" "see that girl over there, yeah she's mine" etc

32. it doesn't matter the time of year if alex wants to watch a movie it will be going on, christmas movies in june, valentine's day movies in november and halloween movies in april

33. is really surprisingly good at card games

34. her favourite board game is the game of life

35. you can usually tell when alex has had a bad day at work or general (she gets extra clingy)

36. sour > sweet person

[fiammee]

Hello, how have ya been? How did your trip ended, did you have fun?

I guess reaching to you through asks is easier than DMs, so here I am, being generally curious about where we left off the last last time, but since I am here I'll also leave a big ask:

How did it happen that Jon Lord is so important to you? When did you hear him and saw him for the first time? What's the thing in his playing and in his character that makes him be that special guy to you?

Write the longest answer you want - or a short one if it's more in your style - I'm just a curious lil mutual <3

Heyaaaaa haiiiiiii dear!!!! Thank you for these questions *rubbing hands* Finally lets hope that I can respond this time XD

Times could get better, but summer is coming and Im pretty excited in beginning uni academy next year, lets hope🙏

About my trip end, it was a bit unexpected but funny: we leaved our rented house at 10 AM but we quickly found out that all highways were clogged up, and we managed to reach home a whole day after, at 1 AM, literally praying that my mom wouldnt fall asleep while driving 🤣

Abt Jon, lets begin *cracks knuckles*

I dont remember if I have ever said this to anyone, but usually my dad, when I was little, made me watch purple lives instead of cartoons;

So, throughout my childhood and my first teenage years I had this blurred memory about the members and how they looked like; (my thoughts were like: why the drums guy is so little? Why the guitarman is so scary? Why that mans moustache are so big and silly? Why the singer looks like Jesus and has my same hair? Just pure childlike wonder lol)

And finally, around 2020, I gave them a chance by listening my dads machine head vynil and OH BOY OH BOY I was quickly captivated by their roaring and powerful sound.

My first crush was big ian but I later revalued Jon when, out of pure curiousity, I went searching for pics on pinterest and I stumbled upon this:

My brain and hormones went apeshit🤭🤭 and this sort of awakened me, I was asking myself questions like "wtf is happening to me whattt?" in pure confusion.

The rest is now history, and here I am today :]]

Apart from the obvious phisical attraction (please mind that I was still new to this world at the time🤣) What I always found fascinating about him was the crazy talent and gentle personality among the "rock people" that Ive known previously.

I consider him to be a pretty unique rock soul: no extreme drama, nor arrogance, stupidity, rudeness or immesurable ego; he was just happy to be in the scene, and had the intelligence to make himself respected and valued... I think that he did that pretty well😌.

He used MUSIC in his everyday life as the main method of expressing himself rather than using words (as an introvert I consider him as a role model for what he gifted to others and himself) and lets be frank, isnt it cool that a BIG strong 185 cm man is easily brought to tears of emotion by listening to a classical piece or spectating a good sunset or landscape? He's an 800' romantic author trapped in a motocyclist body, an unusual combination🤣🤣

And what about his music? He combined classical, popular, blues, jazz and sick improvisation in a fresh versatile style that changed rock music and organ playing forever, and would inspire generations of musicians since this very day! And lets not forget his pure classical works, full of a wide range of emotions that have helped me in various rough times.

I hope to have answered your questions my dear :)) and it wouldnt be bad if I addressed the same questions to you about keith, with you making a post about it reblogging this one, obv if you feel like doing it 🫰🏻

[jowrites]

Otherwordly - Jake Sim Drabble

No warnings, just fluff! Jake x Reader

Inspired by this song

You felt the chill run down your spine, making you wake up from your slumber. You noticed the moonlight was the only light illuminating the room, and saw the door to the outside was open. You turned over on your side and found the spot beside you empty. He must have gotten up, or maybe he just couldn’t sleep. You got up and found a robe beside your bed and put it over your naked body, very convenient but you knew you probably didn’t even need it but the chill of the night was getting to you.

You saw his figure sitting down along the water, his legs resting in it as he seemed to be focusing on something in his hand. You didn’t know what it was, but you had a hunch. You quietly walked up behind your lover, rubbing his back before sitting beside him. You then realized why it was so cold as you stared at the snow falling in front of your eyes. The water was steaming and you couldn’t help but take your robe off and dip into the warm water. Your body immediately relaxed.

“Can’t sleep?” you asked, still staring ahead at the snow, walking over to the edge and holding your hand out as you watched the white flakes melt on your skin.

“No, not really. I just have been thinking a lot. Did I wake you?” Jake admired your form, smiling to himself as you looked like a kid seeing snow for the first time. He just loved you so much.

“About what? And no, just when you’re not with me I can tell and it makes me uneasy,” you said looking back at him and saw him fiddle with whatever, putting it out of your sight. 

“Sorry, love. You look absolutely divine right now. I almost feel like it’s a crime to be looking at you,” he complimented, feeling loss for words as you were glowing from the moonlight. How your skin was glistening from the water, how your nipples perked from the cold as you stood in the water. You smiled at him holding out your hand wanting him to join you. 

He quickly removed his boxers and entered the water, reaching out for your waist and pulling you to his body.

“You’re so out of this world, how did I get so lucky?” he whispered more to himself but you chuckled. You took one of his hands in yours and admired it, loving his hands always seemed to fit yours even if they were 10 times bigger. You studied them, just how perfect he fit you always. How perfect he was for you.

“Marry me.”

And that was the question you figured he had been conflicted on the past 2 weeks. When would he ask you? You wondered when he would do it, but you figured he was just waiting for the right time and this trip to Japan was the perfect time to do so. Jake had been waiting for months to ask you. Times when he thought he would ask always seemed different and when plans would cancel or things would come up, he got frustrated with the timing and just decided to wait. When you suggested going to Japan for a couple weeks to destress and get away from everything, he knew there would be a perfect moment. And that moment was now.

“Yes, a thousand yeses and then more,” you smiled at him. He stared deep into your eyes and in that moment he knew you understood everything he wanted to say and then more. He didn’t have to say anything because just his eyes always told you how much he loved you. 

He got out of your grasp, turning around and reaching for the small box he’s been hiding. He came back and opened it revealing the most beautiful opal ring, it shining perfectly in the moonlight. He took it out and took your hand and placed the ring on your finger. He lifted it up to his lips and stared into his eyes as he kissed your fingers over and over again.

“I have been waiting for this moment for years. Thank you for making me the happiest man on this planet. I am going to love and care for you for the rest of your existence. Please, always count on me, always lean on me, I’ll always be here to cherish you. I love you, so much, Y/N,” He wiped a tear from your eye as you leaned your forehead on his, nodding and agreeing silently. 

But you didn't need to hear me

'Cause you were supraluminal

Knew me without an uttered word

You always seemed to know me

[slashthrashandcrash]

Ohhhhhh I'm so obsessed with daddy!Ghosty and his daughter! Imagine what would happen if Ramona was send to the fog but as survivor ahhhhh!!! The chaos!!!

What I love about this is that there's two scenarios for this:

A) Ramona is 18 (as per BHVR), meaning it's been at least 10 years in her time since she's seen her dad. As a teen, she probably just accepted the reality that he was a deadbeat and had finally abandoned her for good, maybe holding resentment towards him in her broken heart, or maybe tricking herself into believing something awful must have happened to him because no way would her daddy ever leave her forever. Now she's in this strange new world, confused, terrified as she's hunted for sport by a slew of monsters and killers, including the elusive Ghostface.

He'd be the first one to recognize she's his daughter before she ever realizes this masked psychopath is her long lost dad. But now, there's an even further parental disconnect for him -- this isn't his baby girl anymore, she's all grown up, she's just another teenager with a pretty face, he's missed out on more than half her life at this point. They may as well be strangers. Yet, as little as he seems to care about her getting hurt during trials, he never finishes her off. The knowledge that other killers are brutalizing her doesn't bother him, but as soon as one of them makes a direct mention about it he loses his mind.

He avoids her like the plague yet continually stalks her from afar to learn every little missed detail about her. Kicks medkits towards her when she's down, chases her through maps to ever so conveniently corral her towards the hatch exit, just happens to drop rare perks in passing for her to pick up. As long as he can help it, he'll never reveal the fact that he's her father. It wouldn't do either of them any good. It's just as much for her protection as it is to keep his dirty little secret, but that doesn't mean others aren't going to start getting suspicious of his apparently "favoritism", killers and survivors alike...

B) Ramona is 8 and is the one and only child to be taken by the fog (excluding Victor). That complicates so much right off the bat. There's not really such a thing as a killer having morals, but there's more than a few who would be hesitant or downright refuse to kill a kid...just as much as there are killers who wouldn't care. No one is happy about this, it seems too far, too cruel of the Entity. It must be a mistake. The survivors are beyond protective of her, always ensuring she's the first one out regardless if it means the rest of them get slaughtered.

But the real kicker is when Ghostface finally comes across her, either during a trial or because he wanted to scope out this new rumor of a child survivor. He can't contain his shock, the way he uncharacteristically freezes and says her name is disbelief. What is his baby doing here, she shouldn't be here?? Yeah, he's not a great dad, but Christ he likes to think he's a good enough father to not want his child in a murderous pocket dimension. The second she hears his voice though, she's all over him. That's her daddy! Her daddy is here, he knows how to make everything better!!

Now that's when the real chaos begins. Ghostface has a daughter?? Ghostface has a daughter that loves him??? Ghostface has a daughter and is actually pretty decent with her???? Everyone on both teams are blindsided by this news, it's like ten bombshells just got dropped on them at once when they had barely recovered from the first one. Everyone has so many questions and he's not answering a single fucking one, thank you. This is like the ultimate cosmic karma; after 8 years of being a semi-absent dad, now he's very much being forced to be an active parent. Except he's still going to pawn her off to the survivor group more often than not. At least he's...there?

Definitely more protective of her, doesn't mind showing the same affection he's always given her, and as a result there's at least a handful of killers who are soft on her too (Legion and Pig, for example). Kinda hard to hide the fact that he's a bloodthirsty serial killer and has been her whole life, especially since 8yos aren't dumb and survivors love to shit talk, so he omits or bends the truth as much as he can so that she doesn't lose that idolized image of him. It's just a game, it's not real, see, daddy even makes sure she wins every time, if he doesn't play right then more bad things will happen and she surely doesn't want that, right?

[thezombieprostitute]

Oh can you write number 10 with Curtis Everett? Thank you. 🩵

Nightmares

Ask is based on this post.

A/N: I was initially planning on starting the next phase of the Garbage Men AU with Nick and Lady but this ask inspired me to write something up for Curtis and Teach instead. So they'll be leading the charge!

A/N2: Reader is plus sized female. No other descriptors used.

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Family stress, Implied violence, Mentions of death, PTSD. Please let me know if I missed any!

Curtis was used to having rough dreams. He was sure he should probably see a psychiatrist or something about the PTSD nightmares but he threw that aside to focus on work. Then you crashed into his life and it helped him find some much needed balance. He still had nightmares but you helped him with those now. You improved his life and mental well being so much the dreams didn’t hit as often. 

But they still hit as hard. 

You were woken up out of your sleep by Curtis calling out in his sleep. Quickly you start gently rubbing his stomach and repeating his name, intermingled with “it’s me” and “wake up”. It’s not the first time you’ve helped him out and the two of you learned this was the safest way for you to wake him up and help him ground himself.

He woke up with a gasp, looking around confused for a few seconds. His brain registers you and he pulls you in for a deep, desperate kiss that leaves you breathless. When he finally pulls away to breathe he pulls you close and holds you tight. You don’t have much room to move so you nuzzle your face against him while cooing reassurances that he’s okay. 

It takes a while for him to calm down enough to let you go. When he loosens his hold you pull back just enough to get a good look at him. He’d been crying. 

Wiping the tears from his face you ask, “wanna tell me about it?”

“It was mostly a memory but, instead of Franco killing Edgar, he was killing you. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but just watch.”

Now it’s your turn to hold him. You move so that he can lay on top of you, his head on your chest, while you quietly hum and rub a hand up and down his neck and shoulders. You can feel his shaking finally stop before his muscles start relaxing under your touch. There’s not much you can do but this is something that soothes both of you. 

“Feels like these nightmares are happening more often,” you comment. 

“They always get worse this time of year,” he confides. “It’s around this time Edgar was killed.”

You nod in understanding. “Is there anything you’d like to do? Take some time off? Visit his grave?”

“He…he doesn’t have a grave. His body wasn’t recoverable. There wasn’t even a memorial service since it would’ve just been me attending.”

“Maybe we should do something for him, then,” you suggest. “Maybe it’ll help you as well, to lay him to rest.”

“Maybe,” Curtis grumbles, sleep slowly taking him over again. 

You smile down at him and continue stroking his back, encouraging him to fall back asleep. 

“Hey Curtis, we got a lead on Franco the Elder,” Hal reports over the phone. “It’s been verified by Jake and Mace’s intel. Looks like he’s been buying enough ammo to supply a small gang. Thing is, it’s all handgun ammo. Feels like he’s gonna be looking for the personal touch on whoever he hits.”

Curtis contemplates, “my money is on him supplying a small group to act as distraction while he goes for his real target. Anyone spots a gang causing trouble, tell them to call for backup just in case. Especially if it’s near the Free Clinic.”

“I’ll tell Jake to send out the bulletin,” Hal confirmed before hanging up.

Curtis made sure to call up Mace before Jake could send the text to everyone. He was sure Mace would want to hear from him instead of a text. Franco had been a boogeyman of sorts for him and his girl since her testimony. Doesn’t help that Nick killed Franco’s brother to keep her safe. His one solace was that no one seemed to identify Mace as a person of interest. 

After he talked to Mace he checked in with you. It was a bit of security for the both of you to check in throughout the day, even when one of you had the day off. Those were his favorites because, given your increased self-confidence, you would occasionally send him risque photos. But, today, you were both working so he had to settle for texts and occasional calls. 

The check-in text from Curtis came at a good time. You and Barber were going over the lawsuit the Clark Kent Estate had issued against Nick and his Lady. Barber and his paralegals were taking care of the actual lawyer stuff while you worked with Nick on the public opinion aspect, getting the stories and evidence ironed out. Right now, though, you need a break and Curtis’s text was a good excuse to step away from the desk. 

You message with him for a little bit while refilling your water bottle before your phone starts ringing. It’s a contact you hadn’t expected to talk to possibly ever again. You answer the phone, “mom? What’s wrong?”

“Why does it always have to be something wrong,” your mother scolds. “Why can’t I just be calling to say hello?”

“Because you never call me unless something is wrong,” you retort. “Well, you know what? That’s not fair of me. You do call me for other reasons: you need something.”

“I just want to inform you that your aunt and I are coming to the city and we’d like to meet up with you for at least one day,” she barks. “You can afford to take one day off, right?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” you sigh. “My work calendar is swamped.”

“Oh just tell that whats-his-name author to go without you for a day.”

“I’m not working for Mr. Drysdale anymore, Mom.”

“YOU GOT FIRED?!”

You have to pull the phone away from your ear for a second as her voice reaches a volume that hurts to hear. She keeps screaming into the phone and you hear snippets of “paid so well” and “how can you earn a living” and “no one wants to date a homeless girl.” You set the phone on the nearest surface and sip your water until she winds down. A few of the people in Barber’s office give you weird looks but you ignore them. A couple of them just give you knowing nods. 

As she finally pauses to catch her breath you pick the phone back up, “did you not hear me say I have a very busy work schedule?”

“Of course you do,” she responded, her tone accusatory. “You’re probably having to work several jobs to make up for the one you lost! How could you–”

“Mom, if you don’t shut up and let me talk I’m hanging up on you!” You hear a small “tsk” but she does quiet down. “I have a job that pays just as well as the last one but it’s a lot more actual work and is a lot more time sensitive. If you and Aunt Jo want to visit the city I can only promise to try to meet up with you.”

“I’ll make sure to coordinate with you closer to time.” 

The line goes dead and you breathe a sigh of relief. Dealing with family on top of mafia legal battles? This is gonna be a nightmare, you think.

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[goinxtodomystuff]

Okay, but if Ozzy had somehow managed to get himself into UA, he most definitely would have started a gambling ring in one of the student bathrooms and in one of the training grounds.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[8rujaa]

lesbians dont marry or fuck men thats like the whole point of lesbianism lmao

yes yes i agree i don’t think i said otherwise

[dekarios]

You can talk about it and I don't think you ever stop missing dogs. I lost one this time last year and still miss her and I still miss the my dog that passed in 2012 too. They are family as far as I am concerned and you will probably always miss her.

Hope you are well and if you need to talk about it please do.

thank u this message rly helped

[grozen]

I may be outing myself as a bit of a fossil because these guys fell out of relevance in the early neolithic in seems, but does anyone remember Banana Bus Crew? Those were the times.

Found an old drawing and painted over it for the fun of it. 2022 /// 2018

[maddy-ferguson]

today's my 1dversary #11yearsagotoday

[cynical-cemeteries]

3 MORE DAYS UNTIL DECEMBER AVILLON TIMES......i am about to become unhinged or absolutely devastated. and unfortunately we'll have to figure out which one the hard way

[devils-little-sista]

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[this-doesnt-endd]

I used to have a really giant family like tons of tias and tios and cousins and i say used to cause like it seems like after my grandparents died on both sides both families seemed to never speak again and i had no chance to even try and keep hold of those ties i was in elementary school watching my parents marriage crash and burn in real time dealing with major death in the family and then subsequent family abandoning me at the tender age of 11. Hell my brothers were older and jumped ship it was just me and the horrors