#it is NOT a sign to count up everything i've eaten today and do a little light math to see how much i've eaten and if it's ACTUALLY enough

[clowndensation]

any time i get hungry past like 7pm there's a devil on my shoulder that's like "well that doesn't make sense. i'm pretty sure you've eaten a normal amount today. let's do an inventory, shall we?" like okay well i know your tricks, foul beast.

[cherie-writez]

ミ★ {Can I get a Hug?}... ft: S. Gojo

⇢Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Gn!Reader ⇢Tags: Fluff & A little hint of angst ⇢Author's Note: I've recently gotten back into writing and wanted to take my hand at writing for tumblr, so this is my attempt at that lol. ⇢Word Count:1.1k ˜”*°•.˜”*°• ★ •°*”˜.•°*”˜

The night began like any other for you. After arriving home to your shared apartment, you started your usual post-work routine- cooking, cleaning and of course exchanging the occasional text with your boyfriend about whether he’d make it home on time. Unfortunately, tonight was one of those nights he would not. But you didn't mind, you knew how important Satoru’s job was. After all, his work was crucial—he was saving the world from curses. Though with that in mind, you carried on, sending a quick yet slightly sad text back saying ‘okay’ and that you loved him, before setting a plate for him to the side

Time seemed to drag after that brief exchange with your goofy sorcerer boyfriend, but you pushed through. With dinner eaten, the apartment spotless, and everything prepared for tomorrow, you found yourself in a rare moment of stillness. You glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the time before deciding to settle down on the couch with a book and wait up for him. But you hadn’t accounted for the unpredictable nature of his work. Just 30 minutes into your reading, you found yourself dozing off.

You had only intended to close your eyes for a few minutes, but when you opened them, you found yourself in complete darkness. Noticing the sudden change in lighting, you guessed Satoru was probably home by now. Slowly rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sat up on the couch with a yawn. Your vision now adjusted, you couldn’t help but jump back in slight terror—there he was, sitting on the floor, just staring at you with his cerulean, blue eyes.

“Satoru?...” you called out, but there was no response. You tried again, with the same result. “How long have you been sitting here, love?” you asked, your eyes scanning his disheveled form before glancing at the clock. Still, no response. You knew that sometimes the cases he dealt with were hard, but you’ve never seen him like this before. Growing concerned, you slowly got off the couch, moving carefully so as not to startle him, and began to approach him.

But before you could speak, he tilted his head and looked up at you. “Can I get a hug?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and sadness. He sat there, arms slightly extended, his eyes searching yours for a sign of acceptance and warmth. The atmosphere thickened with unspoken emotions, the simple request carrying a semi-unsettling weight on your heart. Unsure of the reason behind this sudden shift, you give in anyway, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he pulls you closer to his chest. 

You decide not to speak at first, not wanting to disrupt the calming atmosphere, but the rapid beating of his heart and the sound of his uneven breaths weigh heavily on your mind. Gently, you begin to stroke the vibrant white locks atop his head, hoping to soothe him. Gradually, you begin to notice the change—his heart slows, and his breathing steadies. Sensing this is your moment, you approach carefully. “Toru…” you coo softly, pulling away slightly to take his face into your hands. He hums in response, eyes closed as if he's trying to avoid you. “...Do you want to talk about it?” you ask softly, your eyes tracing his features. Even in distress, he looks beautiful, you muse to yourself as you wait for his response. But as the silence stretches on, you take it as his answer. Not wanting to push him any further tonight, you start to get up, intending to help him through his nightly routine, before just getting in bed and cuddling. Though just as you reach your full height, Satoru quickly grabs your hand. “...The case today,” he mumbles. “Hm?” you ask, glancing down at him. “The case today,” he repeats, a bit louder this time. “What about it?” you ask curiously, slowly lowering yourself back down. “They really got to me today…” he swallows before continuing, “The curse... it got in my head.” “Got in your head how?” you ask softly, trying to mask the nervousness in your voice. “It used you to throw me off… but it felt so real,” Satoru adds almost blankly, his gaze fixed on your thighs. “Toru… talk to me,” you murmur gently, placing your hand on his cheek in a final attempt to remind him that you’re real & right in front of him. Your heart aching as you watch the usual confidence in your boyfriend’s eyes give way to something softer, almost fragile. "You were so mean..." he mumbles clear enough for you to hear, "kept saying it was all a joke, and how you could never love a fucked monster like me," he continued, his voice trembling. "Said you were going to leave... I-I don’t want you to leave, y/n." He adds, his voice breaking in the process, 'I’ll do better! I promise! I love you… please, just don’t leave… please." he pleads, leaving you to sit in stunned silence as tears well up in your eyes. 'Oh, Toru...' you whisper softly, before encasing yourself around him once more.

You hold him tightly, feeling the weight of his fears and the depth of his vulnerability. The room is quiet except for the sound of his uneven breathing, gradually calming as he buries his face into your shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere, Toru," you whisper, your voice steady despite the tears that threaten to spill over. "I love you, and nothing will change that." His grip on you tightens as if he's trying to anchor himself in your presence. Slowly, you feel the tension in his body begin to ease. You gently stroke his hair, offering him the comfort he so desperately needs. 

"Let's get some rest," you suggest softly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, still filled with a lingering sadness but softened by your words. He nods, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Together, you help him up, guiding him through the familiar motions of your nightly routine. As you finally crawl into bed, he pulls you close, holding you as if he's afraid to let go. And there, in the quiet of the night, you both find solace in each other's arms, knowing that no matter what, you're in this together.

[geekthefreakout]

The GaaNaru Letters (part 3/?)

Part 1 Part 2

Dear Gaara,

I'm back in the village. You were right-- it was Tsunade that Pervy Sage was talking about. She's an old hag, but really strong. Oh, and Pervy Sage's name is Jiraiya. He's the one who taught me how to summon toads! He's supposed to be a legendary ninja, but he's really just a pervert.

Orochimaru-bastard was trying to get at Granny Tsunade too. We had to fight him, and it was my second time almost getting eaten by a giant snake. It was so gross!! But on the bright side, I mastered this awesome new jutsu that Pervy Sage taught me. It's called 'rasengan'. The old hag thought it was too tough for me to do, but I bet her I could master in in a week AND I DID! How awesome am I right now? I want to try it against your sand next time we see each other.

What I didn't have time to say last time is that your dad sucks. A lot. I know he's dead and everything and you're not supposed to say bad things about dead people, but what you said about him just makes me so angry!! How is it your fault that your mom died when you were born? Babies can't do anything about stuff like that. And it's not like you signed up for Shukaku either. What a jerk!

Bushy Brows is doing better now that Granny is here. She's doing a surgery for him, and then he can really get back on his feet. Everyone is doubting that he can be a shinobi again, but they're wrong. He won't stop until he's back in fighting shape, I know it. Sasuke woke up today, but he hasn't said anything yet. That bastard better fix his attitude soon, because he's upsetting Sakura-chan with his sulking.

I don't know why those guys are after us. Were you able to get your sensei to look into it? Also, how are things going with your siblings? It's good that they don't want to hit you. Family shouldn't hurt each other. You asked if they could be blamed for resenting you and I think... I don't know, kinda? I think they should know that your dad was so unfair to you. Even if you were scary, they're still your family, and if they weren't gonna give you a chance then why should you give them a chance, you know? But it sounds like they're giving you one now?

Sincerely, Naruto Uzumaki

PS: It doesn't count as you kicking my ass because you're the one who backed down! :p

Naruto Uzumaki,

I would like you to elaborate on the giant snake.

It is astounding to me that you refer to two of the measurably greatest ninja of our time as "old hag" and "Pervy Sage." I suppose the saying that familiarity breeds contempt is true-- though you don't seem to regard them with contempt. Tsunade has reached out to the council here in the Sand, and work is underway to repair the relationship between our two villages.

I am interested in this new jutsu. Your repertoire seemed somewhat limited when we fought, though it does not seem to be a problem for you with the amount of chakra you have. And, of course, I should not speak too much- I use my sand almost exclusively in battle.

I do not know Uchiha well, but I know his eyes. I know what silence means with them. Be careful with him, Naruto.

My siblings are... well. Giving me a chance, as you say. Kankuro has made a point of asking me to train with him. Well, he says train with him, but it is more him demonstrating his puppets to me. I have smashed many of them in the past, but I no longer wish to do so. He is very proud of them, and he should be-- ninja puppets require fine chakra control, and he is very skilled. I never noticed how skilled before. It is as though I am seeing him with new eyes. Temari has introduced me to her ferret summons, and has taken to preparing juice for Kankuro and I when we return from training. Kankuro complains that she is treating us like children, but is always happy for his juice. He contradicts himself like this often, I've noticed.

I am strangely grateful for your sentiments regarding my father. It is probably best that you do not speak them to my siblings, however.

Does Rock Lee hate m I had Temari tell Baki that she'd heard rumors about the Akatsuki, and the council is investigating. No one will know where she actually heard the rumors from. Now that our villages are collaborating, hopefully we will be sharing information freely as it comes.

I went for a walk as the sun set last night, and came to a noodle shop. The owner saw me and closed the windows. I have frightened her before. A child's ball landed at my feet. I saw him looking for it. I kicked it back towards him, and he thanked me. His mother pulled him away, but did not stop him from waving goodbye. Is this hope? I do not want to keep fostering fear within my village, but even my presence terrifies most of them. I cannot help but wonder- what would you do in place, Naruto Uzumaki?

Sincerely, Gaara of the Desert

PS: What does " :p " mean?

Dear Gaara,

The giant snakes are from Orochimaru. He's a FREAK with them. The first time was in the Forest of Death during the Chunin exam- that evil bastard had snuck in and attacked us. That's when he gave Sasuke that curse mark on his neck. The second time was when I was with Pervy Sage and Granny Tsunade. I broke a bone that time-- the snakes were so, so, so big. Like bigger than buildings! And slimy inside.

Sasuke has been acting kind of weird since the curse mark thing, and now he's acting even weirder. I guess it kind of makes sense. This isn't classified or anything so I can tell you- one of the Akatsuki that attacked me was Sasuke's brother, who also killed his whole clan! Having that happen when he was little is a big part of why Sasuke is such a jerk. But I understand him, you know? He was left alone. And Itachi's sharingan eye is different from Sasuke's and scrambled his head and that's why Granny Tsunade had to help him.

Sasuke is angry about Itachi, is what I'm saying. Even more than usual. If I can get him to sit and talk to me, I think maybe I should tell him about why his brother was after me. Sasuke and Sakura-chan don't know about Kyuubi, no one my age does. I guess I'm kind of scared to tell them. Even though they're my teammates and I trust them, I just don't want them to look at me different. But Sasuke is so angry. Is that what you meant by being careful with him? Sasuke wouldn't ACTUALLY hurt me, you know? Not any more than I would hurt him if we fought!

You use a lot of big words-- I had to look up "repertoire". Also- hey! There's lots of different uses for shadow clones, you know. I don't think it should count as limited. Also learning new jutsu is kind of hard for me, so I just try to get really really food at the ones I am good at. Besides, you also saw my summoning jutsu! And you didn't see my Sexy Jutsu.

Also, I don't feel contempt at all. I just tell it like it is. I had to look that one up too.

About people being afraid of you- I think a lot of the time, people are scared of things that are bigger than them, or things that they don't understand. People hate that sometimes. Lots of people in the village hates me, and it used to be lots more when I was younger. But little by little I'm getting people to see me. It all started with Mr. Ichiraku at the Ramen stand. Then Sasuke and Iruka-sensei. Just show them that you're not a monster. And to show them, you have to let them see you. I guess if I were you, I'd be pretty hurt. But I would go back to the noodle shop and buy noodles. Or maybe go find another place where they let me in and eat there. Then people can see that I'm not so bad! If you're not so mysterious, there's not a lot to be scared of.

There are some people who like mysterious. Like all the girls who think Sasuke is cute because they aren't around him enough to know that he's an asshole under those cheekbones.

Sincerely, Naruto Uzumaki

PS: :p is me sticking my tongue out! I wanted you to know since you can't see my face. I hope I can see your face again sometime!

Part 4

[sailorsenshishitposter]

The anti Gojo fan club

"Are you sure you belong here?" Asked the oversized bouncer. Standing before him was a young teenage boy with pink locks and a school uniform.

"I think you'd be more comfortable at that place." He then pointed over to the club down the road (Weenie Hut Jr.'s).

"I think you have me confused with someone else. I'm pretty sure I'm on the list."

The bouncer then looked down and noticed four glowing, red eyes. He gulped and tried his best not to shit himself on the spot before moving aside and letting the boy in. Sighing in relief, the man let himself regain composure. It was then that he heard the most terrifying words in his life.

"Kenjaku, I told you that you were in charge of snacks! Honestly, I can't count on you for anything. It seems that I'M the one who has to do everything around here! Hey, you! How would you like to be apart of our dinner service instead of guarding that door?"

Sukuna said apart of as in literally. Everyone dragged the man in as the king of curses got his tools ready.

"Domain expansion, Malevolent Kitchen!"

______

Uraume was now busy cooking. They had a number of dishes in mind such as skewered intestines, "finger" sandwiches and some roasted thigh to name a few. As they were preparing the feast, the meeting began.

"Welcome, lowly peasants! Today marks our third annual villains assembly (totally not the bad guy version of AA that Gojo had forced on them). I see we have some new faces here. Care to introduce yourselves?"

A scrawny man stood up.

"M-my name is Ijichi and I joined because I can't tolerate Gojo's abuse any longer! He keeps spouting something about how "he's the 'honoured' one", and that's the reason why he's allowed to put kick me signs on my back and keep ding dong ditching my doorbell all night!"

The man then started to have a nervous breakdown and began to sob.

"There, there. You are among friends now.  You see, everyone here has a reason for hating the six eyed bastard."

"Not me. I'm just here for the free coupon tickets!"

Sukuna sighed.

"Who is the guy again?"

"My name's Reggie Star! I've been on TLC's extreme couponing! Why does everyone forget I exist!?"

"Reggie, we've been over this. This is solely for those that hate Satoru Gojo. If you can't abide by our clubs rules then feel free to leave."

Suddenly Kenjaku began to choke himself. Sukuna gave him a curious glance.

"Sorry, you know how my vessel likes to act up."

Sukuna nodded in agreement.

"We need to end this meeting in two hours or else the brat will wake up and spoil the fun. Now, is there anything else worth mentioning? Speak now."

"When do we get to play board games?"

"Damn it Mahito, you know well enough that those festivities don't take place until after everyone has eaten!"

"Hey, what is that!?"

Everyone started to notice a figure that was clearly trying to hide behind the throne but it was useless.

"I can hear your mosquito like voice already, Yorozu! You know the rules, no girls allowed."

The girl then popped out and began to pout.

"Then why do Mahito and Kashimo get to be here!?"

"For the last time, Mahito is a curse who has no gender and the consensus was that while Kashimo "looks female enough", he is indeed still male."

Mahito then decided to taunt her.

"Yeah! What's so cool about girls anyway!?"

"Didn't you wear a school girl uniform while fondling breasts you created?"

"That was one time Jogo, and it wasn't even canon!"

"I've had enough of this. Someone escort her out!"

Yorozu screamed and thrashed so Kenjaku released Kurourushi outside. She immediately ran after the cockroach so she could study it.

"Dinner is ready."

______

After everyone had finished, Mahito asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to.

"Which tastes better? Humans or curses?"

Kenjaku then appeared."Let me help answer that."

Kenny then began to drag a screaming Mahito towards his palm and then proceed to vore him down.

"Thank you! He was getting on my nerves."

Kenjaku began to savor the taste of Maximum Uzumaki and then proceeded to vomit the curse back up.

"I'd have to say humans. How did my vessel put it? You taste like a rag used to clean up shit and vomit."

Sukuna then joined in.

"So it matches his personality?"

"Correct."

Mahito was now trembling on the floor when the king of curses looked down upon him.

"Kenjaku, won't you be a dear friend and put on some karaoke for the entertainment? I want to sing skyfall."

Jogo lit his pipe up and started getting blazed. He had been waiting for the curse to get his ass beat.

"This weed is so good Hanami. Where did you find it?"

".ti werg I"

"Nevermind..."

______

"Wherever you go, I go. What you see, I see."

Mahito was now running for his life as Sukuna walked towards him. He thought about hiding in the bathroom but then remembered a word of advice he read on Yoshihiro Togashi's twitter account. "Never shit alone, for if you do, the horny clown will come to decapitate you!"

"Why did Gege have to put me in Shonen Jump!?"

Something then grabbed him by his collar.

"Found You!"

"Look, if this is about all those times I cheated when I was the banker in Monopoly, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

"Oh, we're not killing you."

______

Mahito was now placed inside a pet crate.

"What's going on!?"

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Nanami?"

"I didn't expect to see you here Ijichi. I'm here because I was told that there was a curse that needs to be euthanized. Fortunately, I'm kind hearted and believe that even the worst animals have a chance at being reformed. It just takes proper discipline..."

The cage began to rattle.

"NOOOO! ANYONE BUT HIM! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY!"

Kento then picked up the handle of the carrier.

"Expect to be eating out of a dog bowl and being kept on a leash once we get home."

Everyone failed to realize that the two hour window had passed and Itadori began to wake up.

"Huh? What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

The crowd wasn't sure what to do until Kenjaku stepped up.

"Hello, son. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am your mother."

"Okay, I really am dreaming then. Something that crazy could only happen in my imagination."

"You're my special. You were the only one I didn't abort."

"Huh? No offense mister but you're really creeping me out. I think I'm just gonna head out."

After the boy left, Kashimo spoke up."

So how big was he?"

"Gross!"

Everyone knew that the god of thunder had a thing for the king of curses.

"All I'm saying is that they were identical twins right?"

"I've had enough of this filth! Youngsters these days!"

Out came a disgusted Gakuganji. He was clearly the biggest Gojo hater but it seems that he couldn't tolerate the crudness of today's youth. The club would never hear his guitar covers of Jimi Hendrix again.

[snowmuttgetsweird]

07/31/24, morning

Actually slept okay. I would really have preferred to get, like, at least one more hour, but for once I didn't wake up at like, 5 AM randomly so I'll take it. I've actually heard that sleeping worse is a common side effect of being at a caloric deficit, so maybe that's actually a good sign...? I haven't been counting my calories really- just my protein, though even that I know I've been undercutting quite a bit. I'm probably getting about 100g on average, when I should really be shooting for at least 130-150g, but it's just really hard to convince my stomach AND my wallet to consume that much food in one day. This might be a "you just need to incorporate protein powder into more meals/snacks throughout the day" situation. I'll do some research, but honestly, this early into my "fitness journey," I don't think my body is going to do a lot with that much protein anyway.

Decided the overnight oats need to be eaten pretty quickly. While distracted by another activity like drawing or posting art or something, I tend to eat and drink very slowly, so yesterday it probably took me an hour to eat my oats, and they got pretty gloopy and unpleasant after a while. Good to know.

Red Beans and Rice were a great success. Best pot I've made so far. Added a red bellpepper to the usual trinity, diced everything up MUCH finer than I usually would, threw in a good scoop of bacon fat after browning my andouille to sautee my veggies in, cut a few seasonings in favor of a couple big tbsp of Tony Chachere's, threw in a few dashes of a nice vinegary hot sauce, and simmered the whole mess WAY longer than I normally do- like twice as long. Blown away by the result. I was worried the Tony Chachere's being mostly salt would keep the beans from softening, but cooking them down longer made up the difference just fine, and now I've got a vat of rich, delicious red beans and rice that'll feed me for like a week! Think the only thing I regret is not having some cornbread and collard greens to go with it all. Next time I wanna source a ham hock to throw in too.

Still keeping up my morning exercises. I decided what I'd originally committed to was too much too early, so I've mostly been doing 3x10 knee push-ups, 3x20 crunches, and 3x20 glute bridges the last few days, but I think I'm gonna be ready to tack the bicycle crunches back on soon, and I'm just about ready to graduate to full push-ups. I can see myself trimming up a little bit, and my shoulders starting to fill out just a little, but I think it's mostly just that I've been shedding water weight. I haven't been using my scale the last week or so- the battery died and I keep forgetting to grab a replacement, so I don't know how much I'm actually losing, but again I'm pretty confident it's mostly just a combination of water loss and eating less overall, and fewer things that would make me bloated or gassy shrinking my tummy.

I'm very used to starting a new exercise routine, and then quitting out through shear distraction about a week later, but I'm really doing my best and this is the longest I've kept it up in a while. That said, I haven't had much DOMS since I first started besides a little achiness in my thighs the day after squats here and there, and it's making me nervous. I hope I'm not sabotaging myself by not lifting heavy enough or something, but even my shoulders didn't get achy despite really struggling on even just 10lb dumbbells for my side lateral raises. I couldn't even quite finish a 3x10 that way- I think I got to, like, 3x8 and had to tap cause I couldn't even really do a decent partial rep by that point. I was really expecting that I'd be sore after but my shoulders are absolutely fine. Well, yesterday was my "rest day." I didn't even hop on the treadmill, though I wanted to, but being that I hadn't walked much yesterday anyway since I was just drawing all day, I wasn't exactly prepared to spend 100 minutes on a treadmill to hit my 10k steps for that day anyway. Today I'm back on weights though. I think I've got a good idea of what I should be lifting for each exercise, but I think I might still need to up my squat weight more. We'll see tonight.

Think that's about it... Uh, final thoughts: Furikake and sriracha are great, they make like 50% of all my meals right now way way better. My shift at the day job today is short enough that I won't really wanna bring a lunch, but I think I'm gonna hardboil an egg to snack on anyway to try to cram a little more protein.

Think that's it. Think I'm gonna try to relax and conserve some energy before work- maybe read my book and clean up around the apartment just a bit. I need to hit up my friends and try to get them to play pickleball with me or something.

Tchuss.

[cosmic-lilies]

Revenge is a nice, home-cooked meal (Part 2)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: (Y/n) (gender neutral), Grim & Azul

Word count: 1,028

Potential cw: Azul being a shady businessman as always

Preface: Grim is struggling to afford tuna cans & Azul sees this as a business opportunity. Will (Y/n) find out?

            “Mmm! So yummy” said Grim as he ate his breakfast.

            “Grim, please be mindful of your manners” replied (Y/n). “Also, thank you.” The Ramshackle had already eaten their breakfast, so they were waiting for their companion to finish theirs before heading out to class.

            Once Grim (somehow) became full, he had an idea. “You know, henchman. You oughta sell your food. We could make tons of money that way. With more money, the Great Grim can have more deluxe tuna cans!”

            (Y/n) chuckled. To clear Grim’s confusion, they explained what happened yesterday.

“I would criticize their bad choices, but I can’t” grumbled Grim before washing his dishes.

            (Y/n) nodded in agreement. “I’ll go get our bags so we can leave asap. I heard Professor Trein’s not in the best mood today, so you better hurry up.”

Later that day during lunch time…

“Hmph. Can’t believe I don’t have the money to afford that juicy steak” mumbled Grim before eating a hamburger (Y/n) made. “This hamburger’s pretty good, though.”

            “Grim. The headmaster’s barely paying enough to cover our expenses, so why can’t you save money” asked (Y/n).

            “I don’t see what’s wrong with trying various tuna brands."

            “That’s not the issue. The issue is that you’re constantly buying tuna cans & that can easily eat up our monthly budget.”

            From a nearby distance, Azul smirked. He couldn’t wait for the feline monster to want to form a contract with him, but he had to ensure (Y/n) couldn’t save him like last time. In the evening, Azul was in the Mostro Lounge’s VIP room preparing for Grim’s arrival. He quietly hummed as he was putting away a few papers & checking if the inkwell was full. Once everything was put into place, he sat down on his chair & waited patiently.

“Azul. The client has arrived” said Jade.

"Please let the client in now."

An hour later…

“Now then. Would you be so kind as to sign the contract here” asked Azul while handing Grim a pen. He watched with a smile knowing Grim has once again failed to fully read all of the stipulations of the contract. One such rule was that every time Grim wished to speak to anyone about his job at the Mostro Lounge, he would find himself unable to do so. He knew that if (Y/n) became aware of what he had done, he would kiss his contract business goodbye.

A week later…

Grim hummed to himself as he walked out of Sam's shop with a bag of canned tunas in his mouth. He earned more than expected with his new job at the Mostro Lounge, so he could spoil himself without (Y/n) getting upset at him.

At the Ramshackle dorm…

"Grim. I've made us some- What did I say about spending our money on-"

Grim dropped the bag of tuna cans. "I swear! I didn't use your money this time!"

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow. "That bag you've dropped made a lot of noise. How many tuna cans did you buy & how were you able to afford them?"

"Because I-" Grim was surprised to feel his throat tighten. He kept trying to tell (Y/n) the truth but failed every time.

"If you don't want to tell me that you stole my money again, then don't bother" (Y/n) said before turning around, cooking the remaining portions of the dinner.

Grim really wanted to tell them the truth, he really did. He just couldn't understand why he can't say anything about his job.

After dinner…

(Y/n) grumbled as they took out their box of Madols. Grim couldn't be trusted with it, so as much as it pained (Y/n) to do this, they had to move it somewhere & not let Grim know.

"(Y/n). What's wrong" asked one of the Ramshackle ghosts after seeing their expression when dinner ended.

"Grim's been stealing the Madols I earn from working at Sam's shop lately. He even had the gall to lie to me earlier today!"

"I never saw Grim enter your room all day. In fact, none of the ghosts have seen him that much lately."

(Y/n) paused & looked at them. "What?"

"It's true. *We were starting to get concerned as to why he rarely came here during the afternoon these days."

"But how did he get the Madols to afford those tuna cans" (Y/n) asked. "I didn't lend him any & I’m certain no one else would either. I've got an idea how many tuna cans he bought this week & it's way too high for him to be relying on some change that someone would accidentally leave on the ground."

"Perhaps he got a new job" the Ramshackle ghost suggested.

"The only two businesses on this campus that I know of are the Mostro Lounge & Sam’s shop & I don't recall Sam needing more assistants. At least, not on the days that I work. Is it possible for you to spy on Grim for a bit & see if he’s working for Azul again?” They smiled after the Ramshackle ghost left & continued to look for a new place to hide their Madols.

A few days later…

            “Azul… that bastard” yelled (Y/n). They slammed their fist on a table. “Taking advantage of my idiotic Grim! He’ll pay for this!”

            “But how are you going to get revenge on Azul” asked one of the Ramshackle ghosts. “It may not be as simple as getting someone else to force him to terminate Grim’s contract.”

            “That’s true. Perhaps he came up with a counterplan because of the schoolwide test incident.” (Y/n) was frustrated, but they had to develop a plan to get Azul to comply with any of their demands, including setting Grim free from his job. One thing they knew about the Octavinelle dorm leader is that he loved money. How could I make him earn less money? The only skill they had that could potentially be utilized in a business is their cooking. Suddenly, they remembered Ace & Deuce’s idea of setting up a food truck business.

            “Any ideas” asked one of the Ramshackle ghosts.

            “Yes. I might have to… set up a food truck business.”

*Author’s note: “We” is referring to all the Ramshackle ghosts. Because none of them were given proper names, I’m letting you guys imagine which of the 3 ghosts (Y/n)’s talking to.

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

Ellie x Zaro

Word Count: 879

Warnings: fear, meantions death

Pairing: OC x OC

So I've decided to try to write some of my OCs as well as do requests for you guys. I'm also trying to balance everything so if I disappear for a bit it just means I need a break. Either way I'll get everything out as soon as I can💕

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Ellie had been talking online with Zaro for over a year now, the two of them sending pictures back and forth, flirting, and simply enjoying each other's company. So after all that time getting to know him she should be excited to meet up for the first time, but she's terrified. Why? He's a dragon. In their world there are loads of different humanoid beings, including humanoid dragons. The issue is she's a fae, the smallest being in this universe. Her kind gets picked on, played with, and even eaten by the larger beings in her world and Dragons are one of the biggest. They're known to be bullies and Ellie has been hiding her wings to appear more elf-like, closer in size to the dragons than the fae, just so Zaro would keep talking to her. She just didn't want to lose someone that meant so much to her, but all of that was about to end today. After months of talking Zaro wanted to meet up in person at a coffee shop a bit from where he lives. She was afraid to say no so she agreed to meet up and now as she approaches the giant establishment the situation she's about to get herself into finally dawns on her. This isn't going to be good.

She uses a small door to get into the coffee shop, her heart beating like a drum as she looks around. The jingle of a bell announces her entry and she gets a few glares from the bigger beings in the shop. She begins to tremble in fear, feeling a panic attack coming on. Eventually her blue eyes land on the dark, iridescent scales of Zaro as he looks around the room. The door jingle seems to have caught his attention and eventually his bright red eyes make their way down to the small door used by the smaller beings that come in, eventually landing on Ellie. At first he doesn't seem to register what's going on, but Ellie can soon see the surprise on the Dragon's face. He can't seem to stop staring in shock. She continues looking at him for a moment before someone steps over her, almost crushing her in the process. Her heart starts to race and soon enough she simply can't handle it anymore. Breathing rapidly she runs out the small door and down the sidewalk nearby, trying to get away. Little does she know a certain dragon has taken off after her.

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Zaro can't believe his eyes. Ellie is a fairy, the girl he'd fallen in love with over these past few months is one of the smallest beings known in their world. At first he's too in awe of her to actually notice anything going on around her, but the larger being coming into his view knocks him out of his shock induced haze. It's only then that he notices her expression, she's absolutely terrified. No wonder she didn't tell him the truth, dragons never date fae. She probably thought he would stop talking to her if she told the truth. Now though, that fear is coming from another issue.

Seeing his tiny date flee the coffee shop in a hurry kicks him into hyperdrive. He immediately stands up, pushing through the crowd of people and exiting through the larger door. His red eyes search the surrounding area for any signs of Ellie, spotting her a few feet away from the shop. He immediately goes after her, not wanting their first meeting to end like this. He can't imagine never talking to her again, this thought driving him forward.

"Ellie! Wait, please!" He yells, managing to get her attention. The only issue is that attention also comes with an expression filled with fear. He continues running, eventually overtaking his tiny maiden and unintentionally trapping her against a nearby wall. Tears fall from her eyes as she practically tries to push herself into the wall to get away. Her reaction brings him back to reality and he realizes just what kind of predicament hes put her in. He bends down on his knees, hovering above the ground as he speaks again.

"Ellie….can we please talk?"

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The tiny fae's heart races. She's never been this close to someone so much bigger than her before. Zaro seems calm enough but that could change at any moment. Ellie prepares herself for the worst, wishing she could simply disappear into the wall behind her. Then she hears something she didn't expect.

"Ellie….can we please talk?"

His voice is so much gentler than she expected. Her closed eyes slowly open, revealing the towering figure of the dragon she fell in love with before her. This was definitely a mistake. How could something like him actually love her?

"Please don't run away again. I don't want to harm you, I just want to talk." He states, waiting for an answer. Sadly for him she can't exactly speak, her tears of fear and sadness took her voice and his presence alone is enough to silence even the most talkative of fae. Her heart continues its rapid beating, causing her breathing to speed up with it. Her world begins to spin, dark edges taking over her vision as she loses consciousness.

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[drewstarky]

Photo Opportunities

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF with a slightly (barely) suggestive sentence towards the end 

A/n: damn I can't write anything except actress reader? smh but this is for @londonspidey ‘s sit-com Writing challenge (ik I'm early lol) but I was so excited I wrote the whole thing in one go lmao the prompt is bolded!

Calling yourself a fan was an understatement. You were obsessed with anything and everything marvel. And oddly enough, you could after today say you were in the club. It wasn’t a public fact yet, until later that day actually, at the Marvel panel at comic con that you were being announced as the actress for the character, Felica Hardy and no one else knew except for the people who cast you and your best friend who signed an NDA. You were technically still a known actress for your roles on television mainly as Thalia on the PJO Disney + series and a couple of still decently sized films. 

You were currently wrapping up signing autographs for fans of yours for today. Your team had planned it out so it wasn’t suspicious that you were at the con with a few of your castmates scattered doing other junkets and press so people wouldn’t guess who they were acting as the cast for new marvel projects. 

You had been planning to go meet your best friend, who wasn’t in the industry before getting a text that she bought you both a photo-op with someone and she wouldn’t tell you who. You couldn’t only assume it was a marvel actor that you would indeed, freak out. 

Y/b/n: btw I brought you a mask. I get the wig lol.

You: please tell me it doesn’t cover my full face. Also, how are we posing?

Y/b/n: I bought as many photo ops as I could so a lot of different ones, And if I tell you the poses it’ll spoil it.

You: is this with the money I pay you to be my assistant with? Lol fine I’m omw with security

Y/b/n: maybe… 

Y/b/n: and they’ll need more backup security for who we’re getting a photo op with than you do for your hellfire.

You roll your eyes before taking your stuff and exiting the booth, before heading out the backways with staff security and your detailed security for the day. You only had security because you wanted to explore the con when you weren’t needed.

Your best friend had also been your assistant for the con weekend, but you didn’t want her to be confined to you the whole three days so when she could, you would let her explore it, at least she could experience it as a fan, right?

When you made it to that part of the building, you wanted to wait in line with her, which your security didn’t agree to so she texted you when there were about five people ahead of her. She was one of the last in line, with you asking her to be kind, so others would get their chance to be first with whomever it was. 

When she texted you and your detailed exit, getting a few stares and others taking their phones out to either take photos or tweet, you wave at them before joining your best friend in line.

“Here,” she says before handing you none other than a black cat mask before she puts on a red wig. 

You glare at her slightly trying to not make a scene, before putting it on. 

“I’m assuming you're Mary Jane?” you laugh figuring out that it had to be someone from Spider-Man.

“How’d you- never mind.” She laughs with you.

She then explains how she’s going to pose for your five photo ops, joking in between how she should “get a raise for this”.

You catch sight of him before sucking in your breath. This was either going to go down amazingly or terribly, there was no in-between with you. 

“Excuse Me, are you Y/n Y/l/n?”

You turn around and are met by some fans who were standing in line behind you.

“I am! How’s your con going?” you ask politely to the two of them.

“It's going amazing! We love you as Thalia! Could we maybe get a picture? Only if it’s okay?”

“Of course! Thank you for supporting me!” your best friend grabs their phone to take the photo, before you take off the mask, and stand between the two fans, and your best friend snaps a few photos. 

“Thank you so much! And Are you fans of Tom?”

You start slowly walking back to catch up to the line. 

“Yeah, I love him as Spiderman, but I also enjoy his other roles. He's very talented, I'd love to work with him one day!” 

“Have you seen him in Uncharted?  We love Him as Nathan drake!”

“I have, he was amazing per usual! How are you two posing with him?”

They show you their innovative pose. You laugh and tell them it's great before you have to wish them goodbye before heading up for your turn for the photo op. 

“How do we want to pose- hang on, I recognize you!”

You freeze slightly before your friend mouths for you to flirt. You look down at the mask in your hand before getting into character and saying “Of course you do Spidey, I'm always causing you trouble.” you put on the mask and wink. 

He seems slightly stunned, laughing, feeling like he’s seen you somewhere, not only because he found you extremely gorgeous, while in his peripheral vision he sees his brother/ assistant, Harry waving like a madman on the side. 

Your friend directs you both through the poses, first, one both him putting “webs” onto you as she looks over his shoulder, the second one, both of you kissing his cheeks, the third, all jumping in the air in your best superhero poses, the fourth one she gets a photo op alone and the last one she gives to you,

“Seriously, who are you?”

“Your Wildest dreams, baby,” you say, taking off the mask. 

Your best friend yells “freestyle” from the sidelines before Tom dips you, gently, with you shocked, holding the mask out with your free arm and the photo captures that moment. 

 He gently helps you stand back up fully, not before you drop the mask.

“Nice moves Spider-Man.”

“Not so bad yourself, Black Cat.”

You laugh before, taking off with your best friend, well more her dragging you to the printing station leaving the mask behind. Tom picks it up before shoving it in his back pocket to hopefully give back if he could find you. 

-

`You were sitting in the green room, trending on Twitter before you were actually supposed to be trending on Twitter, and god knows where else.  

Someone had snuck a video of you and Tom, up till him dipping you, and a video of you interacting with the fans in the line.

Your Y/b/n was currently reading off some tweets out loud

“‘A kind queen we stan.’  I agree, I also agree with ‘Date her if you can't date me tom!!!’.

‘THALIA AND PETER PARKER??? My two fandoms have collided.’ same, same. Oo this one says, ‘if she ain’t playing black cat I will sue marvel.’ I'm dying at the reply ‘She needs to post the photos or I'll sue her!’. This one’s funny, ‘she could squash him like a bug in heels but he liked his queen like that.’.”

She pauses watching you texting.

“Y/n? Y/n?”

“What? Sorry I was only half listening. I was texting my publicist. She said to stay on the DL until tonight. 

“Well we should get food, you haven't eaten since this morning.”

“By the way, your show has shot to number one on Disney +. Also, you have like three times the followers you had before, probably cause you're trending on every platform, even Tumblr!”

“Wow you should just become my social media manager now.” you joke trying to ease the joy yet weirded out feeling in your stomach.

“Does that come with a raise? Because after today I've spent way too much of what I'm paid.” she jokes back.

-

After finishing his photo ops Tom asked Harry who she was and to find out. By the time he finished autographs for the day, Tom and Harry walked to the panel room in the back for announcements, one that included him for the new Avengers movie, while Harry gave him the rundown.

“So she’s an actress, she plays Thalia on Disney plus’ Percy Jackson series, and that's her most known project. The other girl with her is her assistant best friend, and now she's trending everywhere. People dug up some old photos of her being a marvel/Spider-Man fan, so there's that. And she's here at the con for the rest of the weekend. She's doing photo ops tomorrow at one, and yes she's single from what I gather since you were looking at her like this.” he makes a weird face before tom smacks him.

“And plus you have time in your schedule to get a photo op with her, that is if you eat lunch quickly.”

That gave Tom an idea. 

“Harry I’m going to need you to book me one, oh and help me find a Spider-Man costume!” He says, before leaving harry to do ‘assistant’ work. entering the green room for the announcements, watching them announce a new movie.

“We are so excited to announce to the Marvel Universe, and spider-verse-” that perked tom’s ears, “-directed by Gina Prince-Bythewood, and today we are announcing our amazing Miss Felicia Hardy, please give a warm welcome to the stage, Your Black Cat!”

You suddenly emerged in an aisle way, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, black ankle boots, and of course black sunglasses indoors.

The music is marvel music until it suddenly changes after a recorded laugh from you into “I can’t be tamed by Miley Cyrus”.

You start owning the music while saying hi and touching fans’ hands. You decide to take off your sunglasses and throwing them to a fan, for them to keep, before getting on stage.

“What a Performance from the one the only Y/n Y/l/n!”

You laugh, being met with the loudest applause you had heard all con before being handed a Mic. 

“Thank you but I'm a terrible dancer.” You Joke.

Tom was staring at the screen stunned. You had been the black cat all along. You were in the marvel universe and spidey one,  so he'd definitely be seeing more of you. The hard part is that you seemed so genuine when you talked, interacted with fans and was no doubt, stunning. 

“Better close your mouth or the flies will get in.” Tom turns around to find the voice of none other than his friend slash bully, Sebastian Stan, along with Anthony Mackie.

“Looks like the kid has a crush!” Anthony laughs, pointing to the screen you were on.

“I-I don’t! I don’t even know her!” Tom tries to come to his own defense, hopelessly.

“She’s got you whipped already don’t even deny it.” Harry comes in, joining the teasing of one, Tom Holland.

“Maybe we can invite her out for drinks tonight, then fanboy over here can meet her, and then probably scare her off!” Anthony mentions.

“You haven’t looked on the internet? They’ve already met.” Seb says, before showing Anthony twitter. 

Anthony stands there slightly shocked before bursting into laughter.

“Well, she’s damn well a keeper for Tom since she obviously likes him.”

A staff member peaks their head in the green room to tell Tom he’s up next.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave you two!”

On the other hand, you were on an adrenaline high from being on stage, and seeing all the fans. You knew tomorrow was going to be crazy, as you expected people to book your photo op left and right since the announcement. 

You had decided to decline an offer from your fellow marvel universe castmates, Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, which they so graciously told you that whenever you’re free, the offer still stood. 

You had gotten to your hotel room seeing your phone blowing up on the social media apps for the second time that day. 

You responded to the important stuff, before heading to bed, knowing it was going to be hectic.

-

You had been right, it was absolutely insane, the number of people who showed up. You had fully booked all your time slots for photo ops. You had seen so many people dressed up in marvel cosplay, ranging from Loki to Ironman, even some people dressed up as your character, which was wildly insane to see.

You had been nearing the end of the line and had enjoyed every moment with the fans, and you couldn’t wait for your autographing session later that day, to truly get a chance to talk to the fans and connect with them and how they felt about you being their beloved Black Cat. 

After a few more photos, posing how they wanted, you see a fully dressed, head to toe, mask and all, Spider-Man. You had seen some spider-mans but most took off their masks to snap a picture. The person was the last in line. 

“Hey Black Cat.” The southern American accented voice tells you, seeming very familiar. 

“Hey, Spider, what poses do you have up your sleeve?” you ask kindly.

“I bought a few, Cat.” they laugh.

“Okay, You can do whatever a spider can right?” you pull out a line out of the comics jokingly.

“I can do flips if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Is that some kind of nerd pick-up line? Because it’s only kind of working.” you laugh. 

“I really can, but this is one.”

He gets down on one knee, holding a black cat mask instead of a ring. The photographer captures the shocked expression on your face.

“I- Don’t- What- Spider I-” 

“Ow My feelings…” Suddenly their voice changes into a British accent before they pull off the mask to reveal-

“Tom?”

“I guess you don’t have a spidey sense darling?” The photographer captures the moment without warning eating the moment up. 

You laugh at that. 

“I guess you found out my true identity Spider. And it’s nice to officially meet you, Tom.”

He laughs, just as nervous as you, he notices he has gotten closer to you and a strand of hair loosely is blowing in your face, so naturally, he pushes it behind your ear. Another snap of the camera can be heard. 

“NOW KISS!” a voice belonging to your best friend yells from the side, mid-eating a churro.

You both laugh really hard at that.

The both of you calm down, slowly leaning lost in the moment. The camera snaps again. You both look at the photographer weirded out, and they just shrug.

“Wait can you actually do a flip?” you ask, pulling away, not wanting prying eyes aka the photographer, to pry in your business. 

“I can, though I’d show you later, maybe in the greenroom?”

“That sounds naughty, but, sure.” you joke around. 

He laughs before, you both take off from the area going to grab the photos.

-

After spending most of the day together when you could, you get Tom’s number, before heading back to your hotel room. He texts you as soon as you get back. 

Spider: I had fun today, minus finding our assistants making out.

You: we should ‘snog’ too, it’ll gross them out ;)

You: I had fun too btw. Are you leaving tomorrow?

Spider: lol we should. And yeah an early flight, 6 am to be exact. Hbu?

You: Yeah me too... another day another dollar lol

Spider: ill miss you, Cat.

You: stop talking like we’ll never see each other again lol. As a matter of fact, come to my room, we’re watching a movie!

Spider: alright, I’ll order snacks. 

  You sigh smiling at your phone. You haven’t felt this giddy in a long time.

Your phone pings with a few Instagram notifications.

Tomholland2013 has started following you.

Tomholland2013 has tagged you in a photo.

You open Instagram to find the photo of him “proposing” to you posted.

“Ow, my leg, my- feelings...Welcome to the Universe, Cat.” the photo is captioned. You decide to post, the photo of him dipping you.

“So what do you say, Spider? Wanna help me pull off the Heist of the Heist of the Century?” you caption it, Before getting comfortable to watch a movie. 

What an opportunity ;)

Tags:

@lolooo22 @webmeupspiderdaddy @harryhollandsgirlfriend @spideyspeaches @greenorangevioletgrass @queenofthepouges @sheranatic111 @keithseabrook27

[pillowbelphs]

Can you Please Just Hold me? - Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo

genre: fluff

word count: all of them are between 360-380 words

@skatingempress​ asked: Prompt #16 with Satan and/or Lucifer? 🥺

@obeyme-arkham​ asked: Hii! So I have a bunch of ideas and I hope your ready for them! So can I get prompt numbers 15 and 16 with Diavolo? So he found out that MC doesn't have a good relationship with their father, and he is determined to be the one that they never had. Lol I've always saw dia as a father figure so if its weird for you, you don't have to do it. And also I'm putting my requests from anyone onto a masterlist and if your not okay with that lmk 🙂

Prompts 15.”“I’m right here.” and prompt 16, “Can you just please hold me?”  from this list

author’s note: since there were multiple requests for this prompt, i’ve decided to merge them all together in a sort of reaction-type post, i hope that’s okay! and for diabolo’s i made sure to use both prompts asked for from the prompt list!

if you have any more requests, don’t hesitate to ask!

xoxo moon

Lucifer;

- it had been a long day at R.A.D, and everything seemed to be going wrong

- you tripped up the stairs, dropping all of your books and securing you a seat in detention

- you had forgotten your lunch or beel had eaten it without you noticing, and you hadn’t brought any money with you

- and to top it off, it seemed as if everyone was giving you an attitude today

- you were honestly so exhausted by the time you got home, you didn’t even want to head to lucifer’s office; just straight to bed

- you ended up going into his office anyway, sitting down on the couch he had an closing your eyes.

- “how’s my rebel?”

- “oh, so you heard about my detention?”

- “mammon was having a fit about it on the way home, he nearly popped a blood vessel from laughing.”

- “I don’t want to talk about it”

- lucifer did not dare to press any further, sensing that you were not in the mood to discuss much of anything

- for a while, the sound of his pen signing documents was all that could be heard coming from his office

- you shifted on the couch a few times, not being able to get comfy

- of course, this captured his attention

- “are you alright?”

- “how much paperwork do you have left?”

- lucifer looked at his desk; it was only a small stack, it shouldn’t take him more than an hour to finish.

- “only a little bit.”

- after he had finishes the paperwork, he got up from his desk

- you thought he was coming towards you, but instead, he walked right passed you and out the door

- you groaned, wanting nothing more than your boyfriends attention soon he came back in, and before he could sit back down, you stood up and blocked his way

- you were clearly exasperated

- “what’s the matter?”

- “can you please just hold me?”

- lucifer smiled softly, pulling you into his arms without a second thought

- “it’s quite late…” he said, “and you still haven’t done any homework”

- you groaned into his chest

- he pet your hair softly

- “but…since i just made up our bed for you,  i suppose we can turn in now and do it in the morning, hm?”

Satan;

- you hadn’t been able to sleep at all for the past week

- with your room next to levi’s, and a new multiplayer game being just released, all you heard every night was him screaming through his headset to his teammates

- which , in all honesty, didn’t really bother you

- except for the fact that mammon’s room was on the other side

- mammon had bought a new projector and had decided to start watching action movies at midnight every night

- you were stuck between a rock and a hard place, and it left you highly irritated every morning

- it was the weekend, and you had the option to sleep in

- and yet, because it was the weekend

- it meant that the aforementioned two demons were partaking in their hobbies all hours of the day

- leaving you yet again with no chance to sleep

- after hours of trying, you decided to make the walk to your boyfriends room

- would books be all over his bed? probably

- did you care that you would most likely be sleeping atop the A,D and G issues of the encyclopedia? not at all

- you knocked on his door softly, the sounds from down the hallway already fading from your ears

- “come in” he hummed

- you opened the door to see him sitting on his bed, with a book in his hand

- he smiled at you softly, placing his book on his side table 

- his smile soon dropped, though, as he saw the dark circles underneath your eyes

- “are you okay my love?”

- “i’m exhausted,” you said, falling into his embrace as he stroked your hair gently

- “it is mammon?”

- “and levi,” you said, now wrapping your arms around him, “i haven’t slept in days”

- without a second thought, he wiped the books from his bed a true gentleman and helped you lay down

- he even fluffed his pillow for you

- “is there anything you need?”

-“would you please just..hold me?”

- he smiled, nodding softly as he crawled into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on top of your forehead

- it was the first time in weeks you had gotten sleep, and it was the best sleep you had had in years.

Diavolo;

- You had quickly formed a relationship with Diavolo

- your whole entire life, you lacked a strong fatherly figure to help and take care of you and baby you when needed

- this changed though, once you came down to the Devildom

- like most kids do when their parents are teachers in their school, you found yourself waltzing down to his office

- even during classes, usually excusing yourself for a bathroom break

- and he never stopped you

- usually inviting you to stay for tea, and even reprimanding teachers who raised a question when they saw that you stopped returning to class after leaving

- during your visits to his castle, you even had a designated spot on the couch

- Barbatos knew the way you liked your tea like the back of his hand

- one day, you had been at his home, watching a movie

- when a scene with a child and their father came on

- you began tearing softly, wiping the tears away and hoping that diavolo didn’t notice

- but, of course, he did

- “(y/n), why are you crying? would you like to turn off the movie?”

- he sat next to you, resting his arm around your shoulders

- which made you start crying even more

- you felt comfortable around diavolo, which made you open up about everything

- you never had a strong relationship with your father, often having to navigate the world on your own and without a guiding hand

- hearing this broke diavolos heart

- he squeezed you shoulders

- “hey, I’m right here.”

- which, in turn, made you cry harder

- though he usually felt too flustered watching people cry, and would start freaking out and feeling unsure of what to do

- he knew you needed someone

- and he wasn’t going to leave your side

- “is there anything you need? some tea maybe? i can call barb—“

- “can you please just hold me?”

- the sad, lonely look in your eyes made his heart ache

- he nodded, squeezing your shoulder and pulling you into him without a second thought

- letting you cry into his collar bone

- he’ll have this shirt dry cleaned anyway

- the whole time you were crying, he was whispering affirming things into your ear

- “i’ll protect you from now on, okay, (y/n)? you’re not alone anymore.”

[naritaren]

I know I should hit up another craft show next weekend, but I've been doing them every weekend for the last month and I'm tired. Here is a run down of what goes into it. Yesterday: I spent 3 hours sorting items, checking my point of sale system versus my online store, counting stock, and checking for any imperfections. Then, we had to haul shit to the car and drive 30 minutes away to set up. When we got there, we realized that they gave us a large booth by mistake and we could bring more shit that we didn't bring the first time. Today: I was up at 6am and had to hustle to pack up what was left and then haul that to the car. We had to wrangle the dog and shove her in her kennel so we could be there for set up. Set up was from 7am to 9am. We left around 7am. We didn't stop for food or coffee because the roads aren't great so we wanted to just make it safely. We get there at 7:45 and we have to haul shit out of the car and into the venue and to the booth. While my partner is parking the car in the back, I'm starting to set things up and make an attempt at making things look good. He finally shows up and redos the whole table because I'm *bad* at this. While he's fixing my mess, I'm setting up displays, making sure the point of sale system is working, and putting up my signs. At 9am, everything starts. This is where I have to start hawking my shit. I have to put on my "normal person" mask the whole day and do my best to be a retailer. This is a good time to note that I worked retail once, while in college, and I took the food service route for my minimum wage job in high school. So selling shit? Not easy for me and my tism. I *finally* got to eat something at noon. I'm sitting there chugging energy drinks and crocheting, stopping to explain my process and show off things. This goes until 3pm. We then have to tear everything down, fetch the car, haul shit to the car, and head home. Once we're home, we have to haul some of the shit inside (the tote with the money box and the technology bag) and then I have to sit down on my computer and cross reference my sales report with my online shop to take out anything that sold during the day. I also have to look over what I earned and figure out what supplies I need to buy to prepare for the next show. I also have to count my cash box and take out the excess and take it to the bank on Monday. It's 6pm and I just finished everything related to the show that I'm going to do today (still need to order some stuff) and I haven't eaten since noon. I squeezed a shower in between hauling shit in and doing the numbers shit. I'm tired and I don't currently have a show booked for next weekend. I know reasonably I should get one so that I can make bank on the holiday rush, but I have a show on the 17th and I would like one fucking weekend to celebrate my birthday. Next weekend is the weekend before my birthday so I think I'm taking it off to relax.

As a bonus, here is what my booth looked like once my partner got done organizing things. I made a decent amount today and was able to get a big yarn order ordered and a proper display rack that spins with what I earned. Plus a little extra for whatever. I'm going to have an edible, watch opening night of lacrosse, and eat some pork fried rice that my partner is cooking up. Maybe nooj afterwards.

[eagles-translated]

Eagles Transcript S04E02 – Valentines

This is the English transcript for the second episode of season 4. Watch the subtitled episode here.

Sam: Ludde! Is he awake?

Ludde: I don't know.

Andreas: Hey.

Sam: Hello there.

Andreas: Hi.

Sam: Hi.

Andreas: Oh! How sweet. I didn't make anything for you.

Sam: You didn't make anything?

Andreas: No.

Sam: Nothing?

Andreas: Nothing.

Sam: No, okay.

Andreas: Am I forgiven?

Sam: You're forgiven for this year, but next year I want...

Andreas: Oh.

Sam: Yes, a big one.

Andreas: Okay.

Sam: Happy Valentine's day.

Andreas: Thank you. What the hell? You're here.

Ludde: I called Ibbe.

Sam: Ludde...

Andreas: What?

Sam: Honey, I made you cinnamon coffee.

Andreas: Yeah, wait. Why did you call Ibbe?

Ludde: The New Year's party you said you were at. He didn't even have a New Year's party.

Andreas: Ludde, we've talked about this a thousand times. Quit it. You're ridiculous. Shit.

Ludde: I can't be the only one who thinks this is a little strange.

Andreas: I said I was sorry. It was really rude of me to leave. But... Ibbe is full of shit. He doesn't keep track of anything.

Ludde: Don't you understand how worried we were when you were sedated? Don't you understand how I– You were shot and robbed on the way to a party that doesn't fucking exist! And you're just buying his bullshit!

Sam: No.

Andreas: That's enough, Ludde. Just let it go.

Sam: We'll talk about it later.

Ludde: I guess I'll leave you alone and pretend everything is as usual.

Andreas: Wait, Ludde...

Sam: Let him go.

Andreas: Ludde!

Sam: Careful! Careful.

Andreas: What?

Sam: Something's up, right? That you're not telling us. I already noticed it at the hospital. The doctors didn't want to say anything, or the nurses. I deserve better than this, Andreas.

-

Irene: You got your nice shirt on!

Peter: Yep!

Irene: You did that for me?

Peter: Not only you. The big boss is back. Thought I should be a little tidy.

Irene: Very nice. Ludde! Did you see the pretty flowers?

Ludde: Seriously? Is nobody here going to panic about Andreas being up there with a fucking gunshot wound?

Peter: Hey... We're just happy he's back.

Ludde: Goodbye!

-

Klara: You have to be kidding.

Businessman: Profitability comes before the ideal, unfortunately.

Klara: Dad would never agree to this.

Businessman: Ola signed for moving the business months before his death.

Klara: That must've been out of clear panic, in that case. GECED was heading for bankruptcy.

Businessman: It's great to have you back from Switzerland and all that, and we're happy that you're so dedicated to this. But GECED won't be left in Oskarshamn after the summer. The numbers don't add up. Do you understand?

Klara: We're talking about hundreds of workplaces disappearing from town. The numbers? There has to be something we can do.

Businessman: No, this is how things are. Was there anything else?

Klara: No.

Businessman: You've got an important day today, too. First day of school. You don't want to get detention, do you? So... Thank you.

-

119 days left until graduation

Episode 2 – Valentines

Girl: Oh, you're so sweet!

Ludde's locker: CREEP Women abuser You little pussy #Canceled Bastard Hockey pussy!!

Omar: Day of love! How is Oskarshamn's third hottest single doing? Are you cranky? Here, take a heart. Here!

Elias: Hey, stop provoking with that shit.

Omar: What? I'm doing a documentary.

Elias: No, not that. That. Do you know how bad that is for you? Think of your form. The team is counting on you.

Omar: But I've only eaten like three or four, max. Fourteen maybe, but... Yeah.

Elias: Yeah. That thing with your brother was alarming. Did he get robbed?

Ludde: It's a little unclear.

Elias: Shit.

Amie: Hello. Hi.

Elias: Hey, Amie. How are you doing?

Amie: I'm good.

Elias: Lovely.

Omar: A heart?

Klara: Hey!

Amie: Hi, oh my god!

Klara: Hi.

Elias: Hi.

Klara: Hi!

Elias: Are you back from Switzerland?

Klara: Yeah.

Elias: Welcome.

Klara: Thanks. It feels good.

Amie: Nice.

Klara: Don't we have class now?

Amie: Yeah, shit, we've started. We should...

Elias: Yeah.

Omar: Hey... Do you know if Klara is single?

Ludde: No, I don't know.

Omar: Seriously, do you know? Ludde!

-

Teacher: Ethos creates credibility, pathos creates emotion. Logos, stay logical. If I had to pick a favorite from these three it's definitely pathos. Awakening emotions is something I think you should reflect a little extra on when it comes to this assignment. Because what I want you to do, is write a speech with these tools we've talked about today. The speech should be personal. It's going to be about your time in school and your dreams for the future. And include something about what you'll be bringing with you in life from these three years in school. Submission is week 19, and I'll pick some of you who will read your speech on graduation day. I shouldn't say this is a competition, but it is a competition.

-

Felicia: I don't understand. I'm drawing out my frustration? Am I supposed to feel better from that?

Naima: "She said, frustratedly". Maybe you should pick some other color than black to make it more fun.

Felicia: Do you know what day it is today?

Naima: Monday?

Felicia: It's another one of the capitalists' shitty made-up days. Its purpose being to trick people—insecure, poor love-thirsty people. It's so ridiculous.

Naima: How lucky it doesn't bother you, then. Can you stand still?

Felicia: No, you can't paint me.

Naima: Yes! "I'm gonna paint you like one of my French girls".

Felicia: What?

Naima: Yeah. Like Jack.

Felicia: Jack who?

Naima: As in Jack and Rose from Titanic.

Felicia: Oh.

Naima: But you don't need to be nude. Unless you want to, of course.

-

Klara: There are so many hearts everywhere.

Amie: Yeah, well... I think it's pretty nice.

Klara: Hey, there was something I was wondering. Have you...

Amie: What?

Klara: Have you talked to Felicia?

Amie: Oh.

Klara: Do you know how she's doing?

Amie: No, not since New Year's. Have you?

Klara: No. Maybe we should send a card or something.

Amie: Yeah, absolutely.

Klara: I don't know what you're supposed to do.

Amie: Yeah...

Guy: Could I get your autograph?

Klara: We're in the same class.

Amie: It's cool.

Note: The bicycle parking! Follow the red roses!

Amie: There.

Klara: I'll never get used to that.

Amie: No, me neither. That was my first autograph, anyway. Doesn't feel like people ask for those anymore.

Klara: No, it feels really retro to ask for one.

Amie: Yeah.

Klara: So all the drawings you made for me as a kid, can I sell them for millions now?

Amie: Are things going that bad for you at work?

Klara: You don't want to know.

-

Felicia: Do you look forward to getting out of here?

Naima: I don't know. I... Don't know how I'll be then, you know. I think, well... I hope I'm looking forward to it. So... Jack. Is that...? Who's that?

Felicia: It's a building block, I guess.

-

Girls: Ted made it, I think. Ted did? Yeah. What? Ew. Yeah. I don't understand how he could do something like that. Poor Felicia.

Picture: Everybody at Valentines: Buys roses for girlfriend Ludde: Today I'll only hit you once honey

-

Ludde: What the fuck is this?! Did you make it? Did you make the picture?

Ted: Chill out. You can take a joke, can't you?

Ludde: So you made it?

Ted: What are you going to do?

Guy: He only beats up chicks, right? Calm down! Let go!

Klara: Knock it off! What the hell are you doing?

Ted: He was the one who started it!

Klara: Are you serious, Ted? So fucking unnecessary.

Ted: Fucking bitch.

Klara: You know I can call your mom if I want to. She works for me, right? Say you're sorry!

Ted: Sorry, then.

Klara: Fucking wimp. Let me see. You're bleeding!

Ludde: Just ignore it.

Klara: Hey, we have to go to the school nurse.

Ludde: No. No, we don't.

Klara: Come on!

Ludde: What the hell... Yeah– Yes, it's bleeding. Fuck. It's fine.

-

Amie: Oh my god!

Elias: You're good!

Amie: No, this should continue being just your thing.

Elias: Do your thing, then. You've got great acoustics in here, and I missed the last concert.

Amie: No, that's cringe.

Elias: What? It's just us here.

Amie: If you start by finding the key, we can– How... How did you feel seeing Klara today?

Elias: Alright.

Amie: I can't really do this whole secretive thing. It would just be easier to tell people about us.

Elias: Yeah... I just mean that you were the one who wanted us to take things slow because of the whole celebrity thing. But you're right. Secrets suck. I can talk to her if you want to. It's not a problem if she knows. I want everybody to know. 🎵 No one knows me better than you do 🎵 🎵 I've heard it times before, this shit ain't new 🎵

Amie: Very nice.

Elias: Approved?

Amie: Yes.

🎵 No one knows me better than you do 🎵 🎵 I've heard it times before, this shit ain't new 🎵 🎵 And you know that it's true, yeah 🎵

-

School nurse

Ludde: Thank you so much. Don't need any stitches.

Klara: That's good.

Ludde: Maybe you have better things to do, but–

Klara: No, I didn't have anything anyway.

Ludde: Oh, I was thinking more about... Thank you for staying, by the way. I was going to see if you wanted to go eat something. I really don't want to go home to my parents right now. And I owe you a beer. Wine? Milkshake, maybe?

Klara: A milkshake sounds good.

Ludde: Yeah. It's not a Valentine's Day thing–

Klara: No. You're not my type, anyway.

Ludde: Great. Well...

Klara: Want to go?

Ludde: Yes.

-

Tove: Hi!

Felicia: Am I interrupting?

Tove: No, not at all.

Felicia: I was just thinking... This thing with the building blocks...

Tove: Yes, right.

Felicia: If you feel bad by them, is there any way to get rid of them?

Tove: Well... I don't know.

Felicia: No.

Tove: But I think a cup of tea can't hurt. Do you want one? Good! Come in. I have a few kinds here, if you'd like to pick one.

-

Amie: We'll talk about it next time. What?

Elias: Exciting choice for a romantic restaurant.

Amie: Shut up. I've already ordered for us.

Elias: Alright, and what's on offer?

Amie: You'll see. I tried a thousand of these places during the tour, but nothing beats this. This is the best in the country.

Elias: Oskarshamn is the best in the country? That's grand.

Amie: Yeah, they really deliver.

Elias: I've got high expectations, then.

Amie: Well... We might be eating burgers in the US soon.

Elias: In the US?

Amie: You know Gabrielle, who I talked about? She said that they might want to sign me.

Elias: What? You're getting signed? You're kidding?

Amie: No.

Elias: Wow. Shit.

Amie: It's crazy.

Elias: Congratulations!

Amie: Thanks!

Elias: Shit. But... The US? Okay. But... The people at your label, what are they saying? Are they okay with letting you go?

Amie: No, he's slippery as usual. He's not answering me–

Waiter: Here's your food.

Amie: Thank you!

Waiter: I just have to ask—you're Amie, right?

Amie: Yeah.

Waiter: My daughter loves your music. She's always listening to it in the car.

Amie: That's so sweet! Tell her I said hi.

Waiter: I will!

Amie: Thank you. Dig in. So as I was saying, about the US and all... If, and I really mean if I go there... Just imagine. We can go on road trips. That sounds really fun.

Elias: Sorry, I have to–

Amie: What?

Ludde: Fries. Yeah, that sounds good.

-

Amie (via text to Elias): No problem with her knowing and then you leave as soon as you see her? Nice. I can't do this. Bye.

Elias: Get it together. Come on...

-

Ludde: So what you're saying is that if you don't find a loophole, you'll have to close down and my dad is out of a job?

Klara: Yes, kind of. Damn it, I shouldn't have said anything. I just don't know who I should talk to.

Ludde: It's cool. I won't say anything. We don't really talk a lot in my family, anyway. Apparently.

Klara: I will fix it. I have to.

-

Amie (via text to Elias): No problem with her knowing and then you leave as soon as you see her? Nice. I can't do this. Bye.

Elias: What? Fuck.

-

Klara: What did the letter say? The letter on New Year's. From Felicia. Come on, it's Valentine's Day and everything. You have to give me something.

Ludde: I lied to her, lots of times. I didn't take her seriously. I broke up with her even if I didn't even want to. I haven't opened the letter because I'm scared to read what's in it.

Klara: You haven't opened it?!

Ludde: I don't deserve her.

Klara: No. True.

Ludde: Fuck off.

Klara: But you love each other.

Ludde: I promised Elias I would stay away.

Klara: Who is he to decide a thing like that?

Ludde: Regardless... How the hell am I supposed to get a hold of her? She doesn't have a phone. I don't even know where she is.

Klara: I know where she is.

[jtrokujo]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔚𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔱

✩｡: * • .───── ❁ ❁ ─────. • * :｡ ✩

❝ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ❞

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It is evening.

But even though it's the spring season it is still fresh, but still cool.

However, it goes without saying that spring has just started.

There's a prom today, or better said now, and of course I don't have a partner.

But I don't care, why do I need someone for a dance?

In general, I haven't been a big fan of it since the beginning of the school year, I don't know why myself.

With my (color) dress and a mug with a full drink, I made my way outside.

I immediately sat down on the stairs that were in my perspective, even if it is cool I prefer to stay there instead of being lonely with my classmates again.

Out of nowhere, I was an outsider, I was never mean, I was respectful of everyone, things that a nice person does.

Or rather jujuzist.

There was still someone in my class who is a jujucist, because of my sense of smell I was able to find out, otherwise I would probably never have found out.

Although I still have 2 skills, I rarely use them because they can do more harm than the opposite.

Thought manipulation and manipulation of reality.

It's actually pretty cool and I would be lying if I said changing reality would be boring, but I'm sure a lot of people think of one thing or the other.

For example, I cannot erase the existence of someone or an animal.

Does that mean I can neither revoke extinct animals nor let animals become extinct, again should I?

I had a little hamster when I was little, she was cute and quite fluffy because of her weight.

After that day from school, I came home with joy.

Everything was good, I got a good grade, played hide and seek with some of my old friends and happened to have enough money to buy sweets on the way home.

I still remembered the tearing of my heart that no one could hear.

Because my hamster passed away.

Like I've been pushed into nowhere, into nothing.

I was lonely, even though I had family and friends, she was different, I didn't know exactly what, but I think it would be better not to know anything like that.

Grinning sadly, I drank the strange drink from my mug and looked up at the moon until someone broke the pleasant silence "Yo!"

I turn around, jerking in shock, the jujuzist, what's his name again?

Yes, I, (Y / N) (L / N), have forgotten the names of the most popular boys from my school, but I don't care that I would marry him.

The funny thing was that he always wore this blindfold, I seriously wonder if he's blind.

"May I keep you company?" he asked immediately, but he did not wait for my answer but sat right next to me.

The only thing I know right now is that he's a little weird, I don't know why, he's pretty big and a little close, too close.

I can even feel his breathing.

As uncomfortable as I feel, I just try to ignore him, because apparently he doesn't feel like having a little chat, which is why I just sit down until tonight comes to an end.

"What's your name?" the white-haired asked me, shattering all my hopes, sighing softly, I answered him "My name is (Y / N) and yours?" "Gojo."

Immediately the silence returned.

Gojo sat down in a more comfortable pose, through this pose there was finally a distance between us, but our legs touched.

I'm not that kind of girl who'd go mad about little things like that.

I'd rather go back inside instead of spending my last day of school sitting down with a classmate in silence and looking at the sky.

After a few minutes I got up and was already on my way when the voice of Gojo rang out behind me "(Y / N), wait!"

I turned around in amazement and saw that he was coming towards me and I automatically looked up because of his size.

"Yes?" I asked immediately and looked at him in amazement, only where should I look?

I can't see his eyes through his blindfold, and besides, what for?

However, this is not my business.

"Would you like to dance with me?" he asked out of nowhere.

"I beg your pardon?" surprised by this sudden question, I was glad to be able to answer normally.

"If you want to dance with me." giggled my counterpart and immediately reached out his hand with slightly pink cheeks - which luckily he could hardly see due to his blindfold - I took his hand.

Due to the loud volume that could play in the sports hall as well as hear the music, it was a bit slow, but still suitable for the mood.

He quickly put my empty cup down a little far away from us and began to guide me.

After a certain point, he turned me around so that my back was touching his abdominal muscles.

Either he just dances a little differently from the others or he does it on purpose.

Now my cheeks turned red like a tomato.

His soft lips found their way to my ear and whispered, "You're not a bad dancer, (Y / N)."

The tall man fastened both of his classmate's hands with one hand and pulled down his black blindfold with the other.

Immediately afterwards he turned her back into a normal pose so that she can move around while dancing.

That was interrupted by his eyes.

While (Y / N) tends to dance with his mouth open, Gojo prefers to grin and continues to lead (Y / N).

When the song was over, the two youngsters had stopped dancing and looked at each other rather lovingly.

A few seconds later he put his blindfold back on where they were before and the conversation continued. "What do you want to do after graduation?"

"I have no idea what about you?"

The white-haired man proudly said, "I'm going to be a teacher at a school where I teach jujuzists."

The joy is clearly written on his lips and it makes me happy to see him happy even though I have known him for about 10 minutes.

"Why are you not coming?"

"I am-“

Out of shock, which was more of an irony, he took a deep breath and acted like a drama queen. "But I guess I know you're a Jujuzist."

"But how?" I asked puzzled, still stay normal.

Gojo told me that it didn't matter and offered me one more time if I would like to work with him at a school.

I mean, I have no particular career aspirations, I am a Jujuzist, I like to help everyone as best I can and I can probably improve and improve my skills.

"Yes, of course." I answered him dearly, you the silence came back again, but this was a little different from the previous one.

Gojo sat down where he was sitting before and knocked his hand next to him, hoping that I would keep him company, but I mean why not?

I sat down next to him in silence and immediately laid my head on his shoulder and looked at the moon.

TIME SKIP

Today is a special day at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School.

Rather said for the students, because today the classes compete against classes.

I just hope no one would overdo it, but since I found out that someone was eating Sukuna's fingers, I've given up.

Luckily it hadn't eaten such a psycho, well, this person would probably have died by like Itadori had luck by his side.

However, I kept an eye on Gakuganji's students.

Because one of them had languished one of my students, but if I should find out that one of his students, or even all of them, one of my students is only a hair too crumbly I break every bone of Gakuganji.

But back to reality right now, all the teachers are in the room looking at the monitor.

While Gojo now and then tries to be in a conversation with someone from this room, the others prefer to ignore him.

But I can't hold it against them and even though I'm his girlfriend, I love heart, right?

Almost an hour has passed, but I can feel an uneasy feeling, I appreciated a look out of the window.

Immediately I turned around and said "We have to get out quickly, our students will probably be attacked!"

Gojo got up amusingly, of course with his comments, but it was Gakuganji, not Iori, who got the stupid comments.

We ran out as fast as we could, the so-called 'shield' leaned on the ground, but as much as I accelerated my pace I was apparently not fast enough.

Surprised, Gojo touched the 'sign', but immediately let go.

There was a small bruise on the palm of his hand, but as well as I know him and his abilities it will go as quickly as possible.

But in contrast to Gojo, Iori can go through half her arm right away.

"Is that an 'Anti-Gojo Satoru Shield'? Gojo asked us, to which I replied," Would be possible. "

The two teachers decided to watch the spectacle inside.

Gojo held my wrist, just like he did at prom, "Gojo, I have to go." "I know, but please take care of yourself."

I tiptoed a kiss on his cheek and walked away.

"You're not either, Gojo Satoru!" Suddenly a stranger yelled at me out of nowhere, well that could be something.

[softysuho]

pretty boy & zombies

pairing: yunho x reader

summary: In the year 3013, the government unleashed their first wave of "natural selection". They took out elderly by offering a vaccine that was told to prevent further sicknesses and stated that it was mandatory. After the elderly were wiped from the earth, phase two was put into action. There they unleashed a monster. The government started the zombie apocalypse in hopes that the elite human race would show itself.

word count: 1.9k (a/n its been awhile and this is lowkey shit, I also can't figure out how to put "keep reading" in with the new Tumblr update, but I hope you all enjoy this drabble💖)

It was day like every other day, humid and way too hot for any sort of physical activity. The small house you sit in does little to keep the warm weather out, it was a cute place from what was left. There had been an old couple in here prior, from what you gathered. They looked cute and happy in the photos that were scattered across the walls. Most of the food leftover had gone bad, but they did have a decent amount of medical supplies. 

You sighed as you thought back to your home, your parents and your little baby sister. It was hard to keep track of the days you have been without your family, four or five months maybe. Your college days were long behind you now, no more parties, no more all nighters doing homework. Everything had been taken from you. 

On an average day supply run, you can still see the tall billboards, promising a better future. The face of the man who decided to play God and Mother Nature. What bullshit. You wondered if he is dead now, if the zombies got to him like they did to everyone else in the towns. 

One could only hope. 

As for other survivors out there, you know that there are some sharing the near city with you. One day stores could have shelves of food and the next day there seems to be half. Although you haven’t crossed paths with any. Who knows if they would be friendly. 

Maybe they’d put you out of your misery. 

Most days that sounded nice. To be able to join your family in the afterlife. Somedays you knew you didn’t want to die, the fear of what comes next after death chilled your bones. You certainly don’t want to feast off human guts and brains for the next eternity. What if the undead are still the people they were before? Maybe they can only watch themselves turn into a monster.  

As you were running low on filling meals, left with light snacks, you decided it was best to into the deeper parts of the city. It was risky, considering it used to be the most populated, but desperate times come to desperate measures.

You grabbed your gear and your sharp machete and adjusted your makeshift armor straps before taking off. Staying low in the tree was one of the safer moves, taking the longest way into the city in hopes of avoiding hordes. The nature was a beautiful sight, the refreshing smell of pine and the distant trickling of water. Normally it'd be calming if you didn't have to fear the undead lurking.

You wondered if nature would begin to go back in time, before the greedy human fingers that destroyed their beauty. However, you wondered if there would be any animal left once the zombies come and eat them as well. One could only hope they'll be okay.

As the trees began to thin out, you could see the city that used to home to many. The streets were covered in half eaten corpses, trash from the chaos and blood. In the beginning, this sight had you emptying your stomach in a near by bush, 10 deep breaths and one 'you can do this'. These days though, it was just the normal sight you'd become accustomed to.

Normally, these trips would be to the same grocery store you've been too for the last few months. You knew these roads now, and every nook and cranny on the way there. But today was different. You were tired of looking like you just crawled out of an old ladies closet, no offense to her. So you decided to head towards one of the stores with both clothing and food. Hopefully you'd find a new blanket to take as well.

There was a light pep in your step as you made your way there, a small amount of excitement you haven't felt in a long time at the thought of some new clothes. You wondered what else there would be there besides what you need and that thought was fun to think about. So similar to what would've went through your head before the destruction of humanity.

You stuck close to the walls of the tall buildings, trying to be as quiet as you could. You couldn't afford to risk being caught now, out in the open by the dead before you even had a chance to see how bad the rest of the city really was.

What you didn't realize, though, was how lost you were in your thoughts. You inched closer to that dark alleyway you would've avoided originally, one that could hide several lurking bodies within.

It was too late by then, a large and warm hand covered your mouth as an arm wrapped itself around your torso. Alarm bells were going off in your head, slowly realizing that you had to escape before you met your doom. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes, praying to whatever was out there to let you live for another day.

"Would you shut up? I'd rather not regret saving your ass." It was a harsh whisper against your ear, but it did its job as you calmed in the unknown (hopefully) humans arms. "You were being followed." This time the voice was soft, hand finally falling away from your mouth to pull you closer and further into the darkness.

Only then did you notice the scuffing of feet and deep voices. You could tell they weren't far, and they clearly would've seen you walking alone at some point. A thousand 'thank yous' raced through your head towards the person behind you and you could only hope they could feel how thankful you were. You turned to look towards the stranger, only seeing that is was a male who was taller than you. Or at least, thats what you assumed.

The two of you stayed within the alleyways darkness even after the group walked past and out of ear shot. You heard a breath of relief behind you, followed by a brief brush of shoulders. As the man peered out from the darkness, you saw the messy mop of black hair and a quarter of his face. Inching closer to the man, your eyes popped over his shoulder and scanned for any signs of movement. When you both deemed it safe, he motioned you with his fingers and brought you in the opposite direction of the group.

"The hell were you doing out in the open like that?" He said above a whisper. However you were shocked by the way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight, simply managing a small shrug. He rolled his eyes at you in response, "I'm Yunho.. I've been living in that upscale apartment complex a ways down for about a month, and I swear I've seen everyone who is left around here. You're new?"

You scoffed lowly and looked over your shoulder. Why was he telling you this? Did he want to take you back and murder you for supplies? "I've been living in the woods, there was a farm a little ways out and I've only stuck to the store on that side of town."

Yunho hummed, seemingly lost in thought. He didn't seemed too beat up for being out here alone, not like you at least. There were scratches on your arms from shrubbery as well as old blood from a run in with the dead. Yunho was handsome and from the glimpses of his smile, you could tell it was bright.

You had been walking side by side for awhile now, going into the town deeper than you ever had been. The building were getting taller, more expensive and grand. First floor windows were either boarded up or broken, probably either hiding or stealing. You could picture the busy streets, the high class fashion of the upper working class.

"If you've been here for a month, how come you haven't tried to make friends?" You said softly, looking up at Yunho curiously.

"I had ran into the leader about two weeks ago," He scratched his head, looking from side to side while he kept an eye out. "It was fine at first, we made small talk in one of the stores." Yunho pointed behind him and rolled his eyes, "Somewhere back there, I don't remember. We talked for awhile before one of his buddies came in and claimed he could see a bite mark.. All hell broke out after, but I snuck out the back."

You rose your brows and patted him on the shoulder. "His buddy sounds like a real winner."

When you reached the building, you were pretty amazed at the shape it was left in. There was only one window that was broken, leaving the rest of them untouched. "I don't think anyone attempted to stay here so it was pretty much abandoned." Yunho smirked to himself and took a deep breath before he opened the front doors. "After you, ma'am." He bowed and gestured for you to take a step indoors. You gaped at the interior, if you thought hard enough you could see this place lit up and running as it should. The fountain glowing as the clear water fell into each bowl, grand chandeliers brightening the room. Your face was stuck, awestruck with a small smile. You wished you could've saw everything work in action or had the opportunity to stay a night here with room service.

"Woah.." You whispered when an arm was thrown around your shoulder.

"Wanna go room hunting with me? I've only been to the first five floors." Yunho whispered back as, he too, studied the hotel lobby. Pursing your lips, you shrugged and looked up at Yunho. Studying his features for a few brief moments. He was, indeed, very handsome.

Yunho watched you from the corner of his eye, his lips twitching into a smile. As fast as he could, Yunho turned his whole head to catch you in the act. The smile turning into a giant smirk. "See something you like?" He spoke first, head cocking to the side. "It's okay, I see something I like as well." A wink was sent your way, causing a blush to cover your features.

"Shut up," You joked, side eyeing him before your elbow met his ribs. He chuckled at you and took your hand to pull you to the stairs. "Find me some nice clothes and I'll reward you with a treat." Instead of your voice giving off a confident tone, it came out small and squeaky, leading your blush to darken a tenfold.

"Oh? And what is the treat? I think I should know before doing what I'm told."

"Guess it depends on how well you do."

After several hours of searching, jokes and excitement from not expired food, Yunho was able to come up with a nice sturdy set of blue jeans, a pair of leggings, some new combat boots, three shirts and one giant ass hoodie. He looked at you with wide and innocent eyes, silently asking you for his treat.

With a long sigh, you plopped yourself down on the couch and gestured him to come closer. As soon as he was within arms reach, you gripped his shirt and pulled him down on top of you. "Y/n.. you can't have my shirt." He said with a shit eating grin.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

[luv4fandoms]

No killing tonight-Hamish x Reader

So recently I finished watching the first season of The Order (if you haven't seen it, go watch it!) And I adore Hamish so much, so even though I usually don't take requests, there is a lack of Hamish fics and I needed to help change that. So Nonny request this. I hope you all enjoy it! 😊

Pairings: Hamish Duke x Reader

Warnings: Killing?

Word Count: 1,384

You had met Hamish on your first day of college, something you hadn't been expecting. You had gone to Belgrave to better your education, to better your future...and instead you bump into someone while looking down at a paper to find your class, drop your books, and when they are quickly picked up and handed to you...Met with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you had ever seen.

"Are you alright?" His deep voice made your pulse quicken, and it took you a moment to find your tongue.

"Y-yes, sorry I wasn't watching where I was going, are you alright?" You asked, causing him to smile and nod.

"No harm done...I haven't seen you before" He stated, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Yeah, I just enrolled"

"You seem a little old for a student...not that there is a certain age for college" He quickly backtracked.

"No it's ok" you laughed, before adding.

"Typical stupid teen, dropped out young, recently decided to get her act together and get a GED and go to college"

"Never too late" he smiled

"I'm Hamish, Hamish Duke" he extended his hand

"(F/n) (L/n)" you replied while taking his hand in yours

"Very nice to meet you Miss (L/n)" he smiled.

You hadn't expected your relationship to blossom as it did, you were just a student, and come to find out, he was a professor. A relationship that probably shouldn't have happened,quickly did, you both were the same age and had so many things in common...except one. Out of everything, the one thing you hadn't expected was Hamish's secret. When he first told you, you simply laughed it off...But when you realized that he was serious you told him you wanted proof...so he gave you it.

That was almost two years ago. You had quickly accepted Tundra, finding him just as protective as Hamish when you insisted on going out on patrols with them. Sure you were human, but you could fight, and often used yourself as a distraction. That being said, there was something about the wolf lifestyle you didn't agree with.

"Please don't kill anyone tonight" you stated while strapping on your backpack, the pack had just heard the sign of bad magic being used and were about to head out.

"No promises" Lillith replied, already stripping out of her clothes. Your eyes went to Hamish who was already removing his shirt.

"It's murder" you told him.

"Indifference to life" he replied, before sighing.

"No promises" and with that they were all out the door. Sighing, you left as well. It didn't take long for you all to find the source of the bad magic, nor did it take long for the bloodshed to start...It was true that the order was powerful and could hurt the pack, but that didn't stop the sight of a throat being ripped out, or a heart being eaten any less upsetting, and watching it happen made thoughts you had tried to keep at bay, come to the front of your mind once more. Hamish...Tundra looked back at you, blood dripping from his snout as he took in your shaking form...why were you shaking? You had seen this before, but tonight, your wide eyes held horror, for the first time in two years you looked at him in absolute terror. He dropped the body, his claws making more slashes as the body slid along them, and he turned fully towards you. He watched your eyes dart to the body before they met his once more...and then you took a step back. He paused for only a moment before stepping towards you, and with every step, you backed further away...before turning and running off into the night. Hamish stood there in shock, his heart breaking at the memory of your face, the way you looked at him like he was...A monster.

A sorrowful howl split the night just as you reached your car back at the pack's house, and although it broke your heart, you left. That all happened a week ago and since then you had been doing everything to avoid Hamish, you still loved him, but that love only made those thoughts louder. Luckily you weren't in Hamish's class, nor did you share any with him. You could easily get away from Lillith, Jack never tried to invade your space, but Randall was a little harder, being your RA and all.

"Talk to him, please (y/n)! I've never seen Hamish like this before" those words ran through your head on repeat, but so did the thoughts and memories of that night. The bell for the end of the day finally rang and you hurried to gather your things and leave, the sooner you were away from the pack the better...But luck seemed to not be on your side today as you felt a hand roughly grab your arm and drag you into an empty classroom. You already knew who it was, but it didn't stop your heart from quickening when you came face to face with Hamish. This would be so much easier if you weren't still hopelessly in love with him.

"You've been avoiding me" he spoke, his tone a mixture of resignation and pleading.

"Have I?" You tried to play dumb, he looked like he hadn't slept much in the past week, and that thought alone was like a knife through your heart.

"Just" he stopped, taking a breath before adding

"Just tell me what I did, please"

"You didn't d-" you started but he interrupted

"Don't lie to me!" You jumped at his outburst, and his eyes met your wide ones, his face falling as he looked at you.

"That's the same way you looked at me that night...are you that afraid of me?"

"No, I'm not afraid of you" you told him, but he simply laughed and shook his head, backing away from you. You took a moment before continuing your thoughts, he deserved to know.

"I'm afraid of him" he stopped and slowly turned to you.

"Tundra? Why?"

"Everytime you go into your, your, wolf mode and kill I feel like...like one day you're going to stop being...you" you explained, tears pricking your eyes while you voiced your fears, it was something you had thought of every time you saw him kill someone, you were afraid for his humanity.

"You already act like you don't value life, murder is just indifference to human life as you put it. What if one day you see…" you stopped, shaking your head as tears run down your cheeks, the lump in your throat made you swallow.

"What if one day I see what love?" He asked, his hands gently holding your arms.

"What if...what if one day you see my life as worthless? What if one day Tundra gets tired of me and just sees me as worthless? Do you have that much control over him? What if one day we have a child and-" he cut you off by pulling you ointo his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you cried and gripped his shirt.

"I would never hurt you" he spoke into your hair.

"Could never hurt you, don't you see that?" He asked as he pulled you away and made you look at him.

"(Y/n)...you're my mate"

"That's an actual thing?" You slightly giggled, wiping your tears.

"I'm a werewolf and you're shocked by us having mates?"

"I guess I'm more shocked about me being yours" you shrugged.

"Why is that so shocking?"

"I don't know, you're you and I'm"

"Amazing, smart, beautiful, wonderful, fierce, strong" he named off causing you to laugh.

"I love you (y/n) and I, nor Tundra would ever hurt you, we will protect you with our life" he said while leaning down, bringing his lips gently to yours, and when he pulled away he added.

"But I'll make sure I don't kill anymore"

"Just not in front of me ok?"

"Just not in front of you" he laughed while grabbing your hand and leading you out of the classroom.

"So...you think about us having kids?" He smiled.

"Shush" you smiled back.

[dukereviewsxtra]

Duke Reviews Xtra: Geppetto

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Xtra Where We Are Continuing Our Duke Reviews Look At Disney...

Where If You've Been On The Duke Reviews Tumblr, You'll Know That I Just Reviewed Pinocchio And Since I Can't Review Everything Disney On The Duke Reviews Or Duke Reviews TV Tumblr (Though On Duke Reviews I'm Sure Going To Try)...

I May As Well Review The Stuff I Can't Review On Either One Of Those Tumblr's Here So On Today's Show We're Reviewing Geppetto...

When This Tv Film Came Out I Was Excited For It Because Unlike Other People Who Thought "Who Gives A Crap About Geppetto?" And Didn't Watch It I Actually Wondered If There Was More To The Character Than Just Kindly Wood-Carver Who Makes Toys And Wants A Kid...

Did I Get It? Let's Find Out As We Watch Geppetto...

Our Story Starts In The Village Of Villagio...

Which Despite How It Sounds Is Not A Sex Act...

Where The Children In Town Are Very Excited As The Toy Maker, Geppetto (Played By Drew Carey)...

And Let's Talk About This Really Quick So I Can Continue Talking About The Movie, I Don't Mind Drew Carey As Geppetto...

Sure, He's Not Old, Sure, He's Not Elderly, Sure, He Doesn't Pull Off An Italian Accent And Yes, He Is Miscast But He Does Have A Good Singing Voice And Carey Is Trying His Hardest With The Role So I Got To Give Him Credit...

Anyway, As I Was Saying The Children Of The Town Are Very Excited As The Toy Maker Geppetto Has Finished Making His New Toys That He Made After Gathering Wood Over The Summer...

Which Leads To The First Song Of The Movie, Toys...

(Start At 0:42)

And For A Beginning Song It's Good But It Doesn't Really Pull You Into The Story Like A Musical Should But Drew Carey's Verses In It Are Pretty Good So I Guess I Can't Complain...

After The Last Of The Children Go Home, Geppetto Works On A Puppet Named Pinocchio Before Going Into Our Next Song Called An Empty Heart As He Gets Ready For Bed..,

Sorry, There Was No Clip For It...

And Despite People Complaining That Because Drew Carey's Performance Has No Emotion The Song Has No Emotion, I Find That To Be Bullshit, Carey Does Well With The Song And I Honestly Like It...

But All Is Not Quiet In Geppetto's Workshop As The Blue Fairy (Played By Princess Atta) Drops By To Grant Geppetto's Wish Of Making Pinocchio A Real Boy...

However, Having Alot Of Questions, (And Why Wouldn't He) Pinocchio Keeps Geppetto Up All Night...

But A New Day Lead To Our Next Song Called And Son, As Geppetto Looks To The Future With Pinocchio Only For Problems To Happen Along The Way...

(Start At 0:31)

And While The Song Is Cute And There's Nothing Inherently Bad About It, It's Just Not My Favorite Song In The Entire Musical...

So, By The 4th Day, Geppetto Has Lost All Patience And Sees Sending Pinocchio To School As His Last Hope, But Even That Goes Wrong When A Misunderstanding Of Something Geppetto Said Leads Pinocchio To Get Into A Fight With A Young Kelvin Timeline Chekov...

And Yes, I Know I Shouldn't Make Fun Of Anton Yelchin Because Of How He Died But It Was Too Easy To Make A Star Trek Reference...

And Speaking Of Star Trek, After Geppetto And Pinocchio Leave The School, They Run Into Stromboli (Played By Data) Who Takes An Interest In Pinocchio And Wants Him In His Show Despite Geppetto Saying No...

Returning Home, Geppetto Is Mad At Pinocchio For Getting Into The Fight At School Starting A Fight Which Fractures Father And Son And Leads Geppetto To Go Find The Blue Fairy As He Believes Pinocchio's Defective...

Eventually Finding The Blue Fairy She Basically Tells Him "Hey, You Wanted A Kid, It's Your Problem Pal" As She Sings The Next Song Just Because It's Magic"...

(Start At 1:32)

And While I Like The Choreography In The Song, It's Again Not One Of My Favorites...

Returning Home, Geppetto Finds That Pinocchio Has Runaway From Home As Left A Note Saying That He's Joining Stromboli's Puppet Show...

Thinking That Maybe It's For The Best, Geppetto Goes Down To Stromboli's Show Where We Get Pinocchio Singing I've Got No Strings...

But After The Show We Discover That Stromboli's Not A Great Father Figure As He Keeps Pinocchio Locked In A Box....

Hiding Pinocchio As Geppetto Goes Backstage To Give Him Some Of Pinocchio's Things, Stromboli Tells Geppetto That It Was Just A One Night Show Before Pinocchio Left For The Big City To Seek Fame And Fortune...

Upset That Stromboli Did This, Stromboli Points Geppetto In The Direction Pinocchio "Went" Before He Goes Backstage Again To Get Pinocchio Only To Discover That He's Escaped His Cage And Has Boarded A Carriage For Pleasure Island...

Angry Over Losing His Meal Ticket, Stromboli Packs Up To Go After Him Which Leads Into Our Next Song, Bravo, Stromboli...

(Start At 0:43)

And This Is Honestly One Of My Favorite Songs In This Musical...

It's Like Brent Spiner Took All The Pent Up Wackiness He Had Inside After Playing A Robot on Star Trek The Next Generation And The Movies And Let All Out In This One Song And It Works...

Meanwhile, Geppetto Runs Into The Blue Fairy Who After The First Reprise Of Just Because It's Magic Decides "This Idiot Wants Magic, Fine, I'll Give Him Magic To Show Him What I'm Trying To Tell Him"

So, Using Her Magic, The Blue Fairy Introduces Geppetto To The Great Lazardo (Played By Wayne Brady) Who Is A Bad Magician But Is Only A Magician Because It's What His Father Wanted Him To ...

Sound Familiar?

But Seeing That Lazardo Is Great At Making Toys, Geppetto Suggests That He Become A Toy Maker Which Leads To A Reprise Of Toys Before Geppetto Continues His Journey Deciding That "Ok, Pinocchio Doesn't Have To Become A Toy Maker"...

Finding His Way To The Town Of Idyllia, Where We Get A When You Wish Upon A Star Reference...

Yeah, We Kind Of Heard It Earlier Too When Pinocchio Was Brought To Life But I Don't Really Count That

Before Geppetto Meets Professor Buonragazzo (Played By Paul From Boston Legal R.I.P. René Auberjonois) And His Son Who Have Made A Machine That Makes Perfect Children That Obey And Do Everything They're Parents Tell Them To Do...

Again, Sound Familiar?

Which Leads Into Our Next Song, Satisfaction Guaranteed...

And...It's Okay..

While I Do Like The Song And I Like The Choreography In It, It Just Raises Too Many Questions As Val Kilmer Batman Would Put It...

Freaked Out By What He Sees, Geppetto Realizes That He Doesn't Want A Child THAT Perfect...

Running Into The Blue Fairy Again...

Ok, She's Quickly Turning Into The Cheshire Cat Of This Movie...

We Get Another Reprise Of Just Because It's Magic Where She Tells Geppetto That Pinocchio Is Headed For Pleasure Island And That Not Only Did Stromboli Screw Him But He's After Pinocchio Too...

Transitioning Into Pleasure Island We Get The Best Song In This Musical Sung By Usher...

(Start At 0:08)

In A Scene That Some People Say Is Lazy But I Say Is Just Saving Time And Money As It Is A Television Movie, Through Pictures We See Geppetto Go After The Donkey Pinocchio On A Boat Only To Be Attacked By Monstro...

Seeing His Father In Danger, The Donkey Pinocchio Jumps Overboard Only For Him And Geppetto To Get Eaten By The Whale...

Finding Pinocchio Who Has Been Turned Into Himself Again, Citing That The Donkey Magic Must Have Washed Off...

Despite Me, Seeing It As Pinocchio's Sacrifice To Save His Father Allowed Him To Become Himself Again...

Apologizing With A Reprise Of And Son, Father And Son Make Up Which Leads Them To Find A Way Out By Deciding To Tickle Monstro's Uvula With Pinocchio's Nose Which He Lies To Make Grow So Monstro Can Throw Them Up...

And All I Can Say About This Is That Tony Goldmark Has A Dirty Mind...And If You've Seen His Review On This With Emily Clark You'll Know Why...

Returning To Their Home In Villagio, Geppetto And Pinocchio Are Confronted By Stromboli, Who Has Come To Take Pinocchio From Geppetto As He Has A Contact With Him That's Iron Clad...

Which Leads Us Into The Final Song, Since I Gave My Heart Away And It's Very Touching...

(Start At 0:23, End At 6:47)

So, That's Geppetto And...It's A Mixed Bag...

While The Beginning Of The Movie Isn't That Great It Makes Up For It In Both The Middle And The End, And Yes, While Drew Carey Is A Bit Miscast In This, He Still Isn't That Bad Of A Singer But The People That Steal This Movie Is Brent Spiner And Usher As They Both Have 2 Of The Best Songs In This...

However, If There's Anyone That's Really Bad In This Then It's Julia Louis Dreyfuss, With The Way She's Talking I Can Barely Understand What She's Saying At Times Also I Got To Give Credit To Stephen Schwartz Who Wrote The Songs As Some Of Them Are Pretty Good...

All I Can Really Say Is Don't Believe The Haters And See This Movie, Just Skip The Very Beginning...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...