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siriuslysatorusimping · 6 months

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Menace (Another Level Extra)

I've decided to post a few of the extras on Tumblr as well 😊

Summary

What kind of idiot picks a fight with the strong? He’d asked Suguru that just a few days ago. Now, he had his answer: A little weakling who thinks it’ll be funny. But she wasn’t weak, not really. She was stronger than she looked at first glance. And she sure as hell wasn’t an idiot. Gojo's POV of the follow-up to the 2006 Goodwill Event from Make a God Bleed

Menace

2006

What kind of idiot picks a fight with the strong?

He’d asked Suguru that just a few days ago.

Now, he had his answer: A little weakling who thinks it’ll be funny.

But she wasn’t weak, not really. She was stronger than she looked at first glance.

And she sure as hell wasn’t an idiot.

“Satoru-”

“I heard you.” Gojo waved his hand dismissively at Yaga. “I’m going.”

He rolled his eyes and headed toward the medbay.

So that he could apologize to the girl who acted so fuckin cocky in a fight against him.

The fucking brat who had kicked him in the back of the head.

“I just wanted to make a god bleed.”

He’d fucking make her bleed.

He couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt so irritated in his entire life.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

He had so much more.

Honestly, he couldn’t fucking believe her nerve. Asking that shit when she could barely stand.

Which wasn’t surprising since she’d just taken Lapse Blue head-on.

She’d used a Simple Domain. But it was different from New Shadow Style. She’d called it Last Stand. Whatever it was, it had partially worked.

And it was surprising that she’d activated it in time. It would have been faster to dodge. But she’d clearly wanted to make a point.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he shoved the door to the medbay open.

She was pulling her jacket on, looking perfectly healthy after Shoko’s treatment. But she didn’t look quite as smug as she had before their fight started. Maybe she’d learned her fucking lesson about picking fights with people stronger than she was.

He stepped closer, watching her carefully as she stared straight at his shades. He didn’t really know what to think about her other than that she was interesting and annoying. But he’d been told to apologize for hurting her in a goddamn fight. Even though she’d chosen not to dodge.

“I’ve been ordered to apologize for almost mortally wounding you,” he stated, rolling his eyes at Shoko when she snapped at him.

Kurisaki’s expression barely changed, only a single brow rising as he spoke. He had to hand it to her. She didn’t even seem phased by him. People would usually either be yelling at him or shrinking away by now.

“But since you don’t exactly seem mortally wounded to me,” he continued, unable to keep the grin from his face. “There’s no need to apologize.”

He wasn’t sorry. They had Shoko, who had clearly gotten her back to tip-top shape. So Kurisaki was fine. The fact that she was meeting his eyes so easily told him as much.

But he did want to know about that Simple Domain she’d used. Only a few knew how to use a Simple Domain, much less knowing enough to come up with a variant.

Before he could ask about it, though, she was speaking, and he felt his eyes narrow slightly.

“You’re weaker than I expected.”

She was definitely something else. Bold. Acting like a cocky brat.

The look in her eyes told him she knew exactly what she was doing, too.

If she wanted to play, they could play. He was more than willing to show her what else he had to give her.

Gojo couldn’t help but chuckle as he leaned down until he was eye level with her. Sliding his shades down so she could see his eyes, he smirked as he admitted:

“I think I might like you.”

“Hate to break it to you, but I don’t really care if you like me, Gojo.”

Kurisaki Rinko was interesting, to say the least. Annoying, too.

But he knew she was still trying to mess with him.

“Interesting technique.” He wanted to know about that Simple Domain. And where she’d learned the concept. “How does it work?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you next time we meet.”

She was smirking as she slipped past him and out of the medbay.

Clenching his jaw, he turned to give Shoko a bored look as she snickered at him. He motioned toward the lumps on his head again.

“Can’t you-?”

“Heal them yourself,” Shoko cut him off. “You’ve been trying to learn. What better time?”

Narrowing his eyes at his friend, he shrugged as they walked out of the medbay together.

“You almost killed her, you know,” Shoko stated, puffing her cigarette. “I’m exhausted.”

“Seemed fine to me,” he replied, shrugging again as they exited the building to see Suguru waiting for them.

“Did you apologize to her like sensei said?” he asked, and Gojo rolled his eyes. “Satoru-”

“He didn’t,” Shoko chimed, leaning against the wall. “He said he’d been told to. But he didn’t actually say the words. Like an ass.”

“Never seen you so worked up over a fight,” Suguru mused, taking a seat on the stairs. “Not like you to let someone get to you like that.”

Pushing his shades up his nose, Gojo narrowed his eyes when he saw Kurisaki accepting a hug from Utahime.

“She was annoying,” he griped, dropping down next to Suguru. “On top of that, she was fuckin smug about it, too.”

“I came across her yesterday,” Suguru said, his smirk growing. “She ran away from me.”

“Yeah? What’d you have with you?” Gojo asked, giving him a bored look.

She was irritating, but she clearly wasn’t stupid. That was what pissed had pissed him off the most. She wasn’t just messing with him. If she was stupid, she wouldn’t have lasted as long as she had.

He’d seen through her plan immediately. But could never anticipate which one she was going to switch with because she wouldn’t do it until he was on top of her. Brat waited until the last second to move away. He’d been shocked a few of his punches hadn’t landed because of how late she swapped with her little cursed energy copy.

Suguru grinned before admitting: “The Rainbow Dragon. She looked a bit scared.”

Scoffing, Gojo rolled his eyes as they watched the Kyoto Tech kids follow Gakuganji away. The geezer was saying something Kurisaki. It almost looked like he was scolding her from how she deflated.

“You had the dragon out for the Goodwill Event?” he complained, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re allowed to use a goddamn dragon, and I got in trouble for using Lapse Blue?”

“You almost killed her,” Shoko snapped, crossing her arms as she stubbed her cigarette out with her shoe. “And I’m exhausted because of it. So I’m going to lay down.”

“I had the dragon out for intimidation purposes,” Suguru noted as Shoko stalked away. “It worked.”

Gojo had used Lapse Blue for the same fucking reason, but the stubborn girl hadn’t moved. It wasn’t like he’d expected her to just let it hit her head on. He’d thought she would dodge. She was clearly quick enough.

There was no way she was only a Grade 3. He wouldn’t be surprised if she was lying about that. Grade 2 would honestly be understating her skill level. She had to be a Semi-Grade 1.

He’d ask Utahime if she’d been telling the truth. And if she wouldn’t tell him, he’d see if he could ask around. He was guessing she’d been scouted, just like Suguru. Had to be why Gakuganji was watching her like a hawk. He had probably found her.

“What did she say to your ‘not apology?’” Suguru asked.

“She told me it was fine,” Gojo stated, rolling his eyes again. “Because I’m weaker than she expected.”

Suguru laughed, slapping him on the back.

“Seems like maybe you met your match, Satoru.”

More like a fucking menace.

#gojo satoru x original female character #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #geto suguru #jjk shoko #another level extras #teen gojo #rinko kurisaki fanclub #kurisaki rinko #rinko is literally a menace

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youngroyalsnshameless · 2 months

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DROP THE SCENE... Drop it now give us all deleted scenes

#young royals #walty young royals #young royals fanfic #yr s3 spoilers #walter young royals #henry and walter #henry fanclub #yeah were bringing that back #henry young royals #walty

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queercontrarian · 1 month

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Gianna of Montesere

can't believe i straight up forgot to post my little princess

gianna is the main oc from @secret-third-thing 's eris x oc fanfic "Blood in the Wine" and i love her and her family very much

#gianna of montesere #featuring calico smoke hounds #eris x oc #blood in the wine fanfic #in case you didn't know i'm the president of the stt fanclub so #acotar #autumn court

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nekohime19 · 1 day

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Mini Mac # 10 : How to take care of a drunken Monkey King

Macaque befriend his fanclub and tries to take care of drunk Wukong, it's rather difficult.

Macaque was walking in the high grass of the water-curtain cave, searching for very specific flowers. He shivered when he felt eyes burning his back and turned around, narrowing his eyes at the figures he could see hiding in the grass. It happened frequently since he showed his magic to the sage and little Yue. Mayhaps, the lil cub bragged about it to her peers and it piqued their interests, because since then the younglings of Flower Fruit Mountain had been following him around anytime he dared to walk outside of the mansion. And no matter what he tried to do to deter them, they stayed, not intimidated. Macaque let them do as they pleased once he understood that they weren't going to leave him alone. He noticed that they created some sort of rules in-between them. Only one was allowed to approach him and it was always with some sort of peace offering, like mangoes or flowers. The others would come closer only if Macaque accepted the offering, and then Macaque would entertain them a little with his shadows before resuming his day.

Macaque was broken out of his thoughts by one approaching cub, he recognized him as little Yong, usually the one who approached him with the offering, coming on the frontlines like a scout. Yong was bigger than most cubs, his tail longer, and more expressive than most, always whacking his behind. He cooed gently at him before putting flowers (astonishingly enough the very flowers Macaque was searching for) before Macaque. The black-furred monkey eyed little Yong for a bit before gently taking the flowers and putting them in his bags. Other cubs immediately approached him once he took the flowers, they all gently sat before him, forming a circle around him. Macaque cracked his knuckles and manipulated the nearby shadows to form animals; he continued the story of the wolf and the lamb, his favorite. Most of his stories were silent, but recently he began to put in some words, encouraged by the cubs clapping hands and shining eyes.

Once the story was over, the cubs hollered in joy, clapping and giggling. Macaque winced a little, not liking the sound, but he wasn't surprised by it, it was to be expected at this point. The cubs stopped hollering once they heard the waterfall being opened, even Macaque turned to look. Sun Wukong stumbled in the cave with flushed cheeks, reeking of alcohol. Macaque recoiled, not liking the strong smell of the liquor, but the cubs didn't seem to mind and ran towards their King to greet him.

“Oh~ he, he, he, small fluffy balls!” Giggled Wukong as he crouched down to greet the cubs, Macaque rolled his eyes at the sight. It wasn't the first time Wukong came back home completely drunk, it happened often after his so-called fests with the brotherhood. From what he heard of them, Macaque didn't like the brotherhood very much. He found their plan of dethroning the Jade Emperor foolish, but he could never bring himself to tell Wukong. After all, the sage friendship with the brotherhood was deeper than Macaque's, Wukong would never value his words more than those of his own sworn-brothers. Macaque also thought Wukong was old enough to make his own decision.

Sun Wukong giggled at the cubs before collapsing on the ground. The cubs startled and tried to wake him up, in vain. They then tried to pull him into the mansion but their tiny paws couldn't move the stone monkey. Defeated, they turned towards Macaque with pleading eyes.

“And what do you want me to do?” Huffed Macaque as he crossed his arms.

“Shadows!” Chirped Yong as he pointed to Wukong. Macaque prided himself in his growing skill in the understanding of youngling langage.

“My portals aren't big enough for this oaf.” Replied Macaque with a sigh, but when the cubs looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, he couldn't resist and relented. He reluctantly made his way to Wukong and tried to make a portal big enough for the King. He somehow managed to do it, the sage slipped in the darkness and Macaque spat him out in the mansion. When he and the cubs went to check where he landed in the mansion exactly, they found him whining in the middle of the living room. “Close enough.” Shrugged Macaque, he had tried to spat the King in his room, but bigger portals were harder to control.

“Ouch…how did I get here?” Mumbled the sage, still very drunk, he brightened when he noticed the cubs and crouched down towards them. “Ohhh, heey, lil fluffy balls!!” Then Wukong looked up and noticed Macaque, immediately the sage's fur puffed out and his trail trashed around excitedly. “Ohh, pretty!” He giggled.

“Just go to your room and sleep.” Sighed Macaque as he pinched the space between his eyebrows.

“But if I do, you'd disappear!” Whined the sage, tears nipping at his eyes. The cubs glared at Macaque for making their King cry.

“He's an emotional drunk, lucky me.” Grumbled Macaque. “Come on, Wukong. Don't you wanna sleep? Sleep sounds good, right?”

“Sleep does sound good…” Mumbled the King. “But then you gotta sleep with me!!” He giggled, cheeks flushed and tail whacking his own behind.

“You gotta be kidding me.” Groaned Macaque. “You know what? Fine ! But go to your room!!”

Sun Wukong erupted in excited high-pitched chirps and rose, he stumbled within the mansion, breaking some things in his wake, and collapsed in the nearby bed. Macaque followed him reluctantly with the cubs. Once Sun Wukong was on his bed, he was breathing rather hard, seeming uncomfortable in his clothes. The cubs helped him loosen his shirt, and he threw it away with gusto.

“You feel better now?” Sighed Macaque as he climbed the bed, Wukong turned towards him and smiled at his arrival.

“I feel gross.” He whined. “Groom me, please ?” He pleaded as he turned towards Macaque. The black-furred monkey rolled his eyes, he climbed on the sage's chest and began to carefully groom him. The cubs helped him in his endeavor, after all Macaque tiny hands could only do so much. It was fine at first, but then Wukong began to giggle and Macaque was shaken by it, it was like trying to stand in the middle of an earthquake.

“Quit it!” Groaned Macaque as he stumbled out of the sage's chest.

“Aww, but your tiny paws tickle me! I'm ticklish.” Laughed the sage, Macaque glared at him and tried to hike on his chest once more. Wukong put a hand on his mouth to bite his chuckles, but he was still very much shaking with laughter. After one arduous grooming session, Macaque collapsed on the sage's heart-shaped patch of fur on his chest. Some of the cubs decided to leave, perhaps to rejoin with their families, while others curled close to the sage and fell asleep.

“Now sleep.” Mumbled Macaque as he began to close his own eyes. The sage chuckled at the sight, he carefully brought one of his fingers close to Macaque's tiny head. The black-furred monkey opened his eyes and looked at the finger suspiciously, but he eventually let Wukong scratch his head a little, it felt nice.

Macaque curled on the warm patch of fur and fell asleep, lulled by the sage's gentle head scratches.

+cut scenes

Cubs *asking about how to befriend Macaque.* : 🥺🙏

SWK : Okay, okay, stop with the puppy dog eyes 😣. He likes food, plums and mangoes. And flowers.

Cubs : 😊

SWK *the morning after his drunken night* : damn my head is killing me 😔🤕

SWK *looks down and finds Macaque sleeping on his naked chest* : 😳

SWK *looking at the wall and trying to remember what happened* : 🫠🫢😳

SWK.exe has stopped working

#shadowpeach #lmk #mini mac au #shadowpeach fanfic #Macaque is the reluctant husband that takes care of the other #He got a whole fanclub of cubs #And there are rules to get in the Macaque fanclub #Wukong is just dying of embarrassment once he remembers

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the-writing-mobster · 8 months

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| TMDG | Team Final! Frisk Badge | 💙🔪💔 |

I would make SK! Sans one, but... I don't think that bastard deserves it. He has ENOUGH fans. We gotta hype up our Heroine for once 😤

I am a die hard Frisk Starling Fangirl til the day I die. Helps that I'm bisexual 🤭

#tmdg #the most dangerous game #sk! sans #final! frisk #serial killer au #team final! frisk #team frisk #frisk starling fanclub #of which I am an major patron of #fanfic #undertale #Frans #bad frans #toxic frans #sans x frisk #frisk x sans

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shattermelyhfmlblog · 2 months

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Introducing...

Your FAVOURITES 💕

Warner is winning this!!! 62.3% votes are for Warner. Wow.

@warneraaronanderson

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zyanova · 5 months

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Happy birthday, love(?) Dad.

(@decepticonsuggestionbox will more fanart make you write more chapters???)

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stedebonnets · 1 year

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Stiddies fic masterpost

The stiddies are a treasure and its always so nice to read about them on fics so I found these really good stories that include them, if you find any others feel free to add them to the post (and thank you) 😏

Stiddies by mihaly ed/stede, NSFW, 12.4k

After a miscommunication at port, Stede accidentally grows a massive pair of tits. Stiddies, if you will.

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Ed wants to fit in with the upper-crust at the boat party but gets distracted when Stede gets undressed to change into his outfit.

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Ed argued with a worried Stede that it was important Stede learn to duel against different people because different people use different tactics, and Fang and Ivan have different fighting styles than Ed does.

Which is a good, sensible reason for letting them teach duelling, but it’s not the real reason.

The real reason is that Ed can’t take another one-on-one duelling lesson with Stede that doesn’t end with him surrendering to a sweaty, dishevelled Stede, whose shirt has fallen open at the collar, and begging Stede to have his way with him.

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Stede wears a crop top and Edward wants to fuck his chest.

Love Sticks in the Throat by wick_de_la_vela ed/stede, NSFW, 5.9k

After the disastrous events of the party aboard the French vessel, Ed has a lot of time to brood, and his thoughts turn bleak.

He needs a distraction, and who better to do the distracting than the bright, strange, oddly delectable Stede Bonnet?

Little does Ed know, Stede can give just as good as he gets.

Do you believe me now? by januarymay ed/stede, NSFW, 6.2k

Stede wanted Ed. He wanted him more than anything; it was all he could dream about, all he could think about, but the second Ed’s kisses got heated and his big, warm, capable hands started to roam –

Stede shut down.

Until one night, he finally decides, this is it.

When you love it by mia_ugly ed/stede, NSFW, 5.7k

Stede’s being kissed before the door fully clicks shut behind him.

And remember to follow the amazing stiddies-fanclub blog dedicated to the gorgeous stiddies if you want more content ❤️❤️

#Stede bonnet #Blackbonnet #fic recs #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic recs #ofmd fanfic #ofmd fanfiction #stiddies #i wish i had more stiddies fics to add to the list but it was hard to find them in all those pages in ao3 #but these all are amazing so hope you enjoy!#first time i do this so hope i did not mess up lol #stiddies fanclub #ara.txt

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dolly-on-the-dotted-line · 1 year

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Interlude: Solicitation

Solicitation: The act of asking for or trying to obtain something from someone.

Rating: 18+ (for consistency)

Warnings: Dazzling sincerity, Touches of Heartbreak, Reckless Erections.

A/N: So I leave for *checks watch* 8 months and there are now SO many of you 🥺 thank you to everyone who has found, loved, and shared this story, especially while I've been absent getting my new life together. It absolutely astounds me. I've had this little snippet in my back pocket for a while and now feel ready to post it as I start to get back into the swing of things. Think of it as a reparation for being gone for much longer than I intended and a placeholder while I pick up the threads of the story again. This interlude tells the story of the last NYE they spent together which Bug refers to after Stella's wedding and the 'agreement in Michigan' that Javi talks about. It's fun filling in the gaps and giving context to these moments that happen between the chapters. I love them.

Ann Arbor, New Year, Age 24: Solicitation

'The last time you had danced together must have been Christmas time, the final stint of your year ‘together’. It was new years eve, you think. Everyone had left the small get-together you’d thrown and instead of washing up glasses at 3am, you’d stood in the kitchen and swayed listlessly, bone-weary and half sober listening to Eric Carmen. You don’t think you can recall ever being as happy as you were at that moment. It was the end of the best year of your life.'

You fucking loved it here. Michigan was the one place in your life you couldn’t bear to leave.

You knew it was the new year making you dramatic, with another twelve months on the lease, at least, guaranteed. But you also knew it was often the things you wanted to hold on to the most that had the greatest tendency of slipping away. If you pretended you weren't looking, perhaps things would stay exactly where they were. Despite your best efforts, you knew the likelihood of that happening was slim to none.

Instead of ruminating, you pour yourself another drink and go back to the party.

“So what do you do, Javier?” was all you’d heard in your peripheral all evening.

You shouldn’t be surprised, you suppose. He was actually new here. This was the first time he’d been wheeled out for the benefit of your college friends, spruced up for the occasion, featuring all the bells and whistles.

You’d returned the favour of your own trip to Fairfax in second year, finally inviting him to see the most sacred part of your life- your home away from home. But for all the secrets you kept hidden here, Javi wasn’t one of them. Everyone was gagging to meet him, and from the way you’d spoken of him over the last four years, you couldn’t exactly blame them, either. Golden by name, golden by nature. They'd been eating him alive since 6pm.

“I’m DEA. Or, I will be, soon," comes his automatic reply. The humble addition at the end of the statement makes you smile for the tenth time tonight. 'He was going to be a big deal soon, he promised.'

“That’s cool!” replies Sylvia, echoing the similar sounds of pleasant surprise your other friends had all mustered in turn as the evening had gone on. They were right, it was cool. “Is that close to here, or home?”

You see the way he weighs it up in his head, clearly caught off guard by a question he didn’t have a rehearsed answer for. “Uh, neither, actually. Quantico, have you heard of it?”

Bless your friends and their small talk and their well-meaning nosiness. He'd been a broken record all evening, happily filling in the details, but that one had got him. Discussions of things like ‘how far’ and ‘how long' had been generally forbidden between the two of you for a long time. You blame the new year once again for the sudden uptick in temporal awareness.

Midnight comes and goes. People kiss, dance, laugh. Javi holds you close and nobody bats an eyelid. The early morning kicks in before anyone has the chance to realise. He's stolen away by another group of your friends, eager to make up for years worth of your hiding him away.

When he manages to excuse himself from the crowd no less than an hour later, he's immediately on a mission to seek you out. Clearly there was a limit to how many times he could run his spiel on demand. He finds you in the kitchen, collecting the glasses and trying to fit them in the basin.

He's on you in a second, grabbing you by the waist, curling you into his arms, and kissing your cheek sweetly.

"I haven't seen you for hours," he laments sarcastically.

“Well, I guess it’s you that no one knows this time.”

“I can see why you enjoyed it, it’s weirdly liberating. No expectations.”

“The expectations are only so high because you made them that way. You're also probably not helping by talking yourself up so much.”

He ignores you with a throwaway grunt and nuzzles into you further.

“You’re so… popular,” he muses, watching the way your hands pass over the glasses, “I've barely been able to say a word to you. It’s nice, everyone's really nice.”

“It’s been a very good time for me… living here. Despite not having you so close. I’ll be sad to see the back of it at the end of the year.”

You lean over the sink and attempt to start the washing up while people pace to and from the room, collecting their belongings, singing drunken goodbyes and blowing sloppy kisses. But when you try to turn to gather the rest of the dishes, Javi holds on to you incessantly.

“Don’t move,” he whispers in your ear.

“What?”

“Please, just… don’t move.”

He crowds up behind you closer, and you immediately feel the weight of his erection pressing against your backside.

“Are you hard?” you snort quizically.

“Devastatingly. Now please just do me a favour and don’t move.”

You laugh quietly for his own discretion, both at his candid begging and his flagrant arousal.

“What is that about?”

“I just can’t stop looking at you. Been looking at you from across the room all night. Now can you stop doing the damn dishes and just kiss me, please?”

You take one small look over his shoulder to see if the room is clear, but in reality, you couldn't care less if anyone saw you. This was your apartment, these people were your friends, and you were quite sure everyone had either left or passed out anyway. Turning to face him, you let him gather you up eagerly, press your back against the counter, and kiss you.

“You know, people are going to catch on eventually if we continue surreptitiously not seeing other people. Especially when you go away. They can spin a rumour about me being gay, but I’m not so sure you’ll get away with that one.”

“Do you want them to?" he murmurs as he kisses tenderly along your jaw. "Catch on, I mean.”

“I’m not sure. Maybe. I never expected things to be like this, let alone for so long. I’ve had plenty of difficult thoughts about this whole thing but that was never one of them. Like I said, my life here is… different.”

“Difficult thoughts?” he queries, catching on to that phrase in a heartbeat, his kisses faltering quickly.

“Yeah. A few.”

“About me?”

“Yeah,” you squeak, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.

He looks at you, brows raised but not accusatory, waiting for your explanation. When he sees your lip quiver, his own pops out in a disheartened pout. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing. I’m just, happy.”

“It doesn’t look like you’re happy,” he panders, digging his fingers into your waist tighter to hold you more firmly, as if you’ll slip away given the chance.

“I’m sad because I’m happy. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”

“But why does that make you sad?” he chuckles, confusion plain on his shining face.

“Because I never expected to be this happy, ever. And now I am. And now I know what it will feel like to not be this happy maybe ever again.”

You stare at him lovingly, silent tears falling from your eyes.

“You’re leaving,” you say simply, sadly, “and I don’t think you realise just how far gone you’re going to be.” You feel your eyes glass over even more, your sinuses heavy as you bite your lip to detract from the sensation. “Javi, I-”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to say it. I know. Just tell me what you want from me, and I’ll try my best.”

You take a deep breath and make a choice, one you’ve known has been coming for a while now. But the preparation doesn't make it hurt any less.

“I just want you to do what’s right for you. And I’ll do the same. And if those things happen to meet in the middle eventually, like they have done until now, then maybe I’ll get to be this happy again. And if not, then at least I’ll be glad that you’ve kept your promise.”

He understands where you're going with this immediately. He knows you’ll have had a plan, marked out your borders the moment he’d signed his new contract. You needed to know where this was going or where it wasn’t. You needed to minimise the damage wherever possible.

“You wouldn’t ask me to stay?”

“Never.”

“Why?”

“Because you might say yes. And I could never be the thing to keep you somewhere. Not if it wasn't where you wanted to be.”

He laughs again at your frankness, your ability to surmise exactly the problem at hand, so entirely unique to the two of you. But the look in his eye is sad now, struggling to chase off the disappointment at hand.

“I want you to promise that we’ll never be the thing that holds the other one back,” you continue, showing your brave face as you look him right in the eye, despite the fact it feels as though you’re being stabbed. “That’s what I want from you. This will be… whatever it will be, and that’s fine. But everything’s changing, for real. I can just feel it. And even though I’m sad about it, I won’t let it stop you. And you just promise me that when it’s my turn, you’ll do the same.”

“So what, we’re both just too stubborn to do the right thing?”

“Because we’re stubborn we’re doing the right thing. There’s a reason this was never going to be simple. We know each other too well. We both want more than we can have.”

“And what if it does work out? Eventually?” he asks tentatively, raising an eyebrow ever so slowly.

“Then you just let me know. And I’ll be there. I’ll be there in a heartbeat. Just don’t expect it to be soon. We both have a lot to prove in the meantime.”

He collapses into you with a huff, unable to query a word, and grateful that he didn't have to be the one to say it. It's all there in the way that he holds you; the gentle rub of his thumb against your ribs, the press of his nose against your shoulder, the way his foot rests plainly against yours.

"When accounting for the line at infinity, even parallel lines intersect eventually. Or so they say."

"They don't teach projective geometry in school for a reason," he quips, pinching at your side teasingly. “I’m so lucky to have had you like this. This year and the one before it. I’m lucky to have had you like this at all.”

“It’s been a very good year,” you sigh, falling into him with equal enthusiasm. “Now make love to me in this kitchen and we’ll hope and pray that the next one is even half as good.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he growls tenderly, and gets down on his knees.

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siriuslysatorusimping · 2 months

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What is Kurisaki Rinko to you?

I DID IT. I WROTE IT. I FOUND SOME INSPIRATION FAIRIES AND KNOCKED THIS OUT. THANK YOU TO THE ANON WHO ASKED THIS QUESTION.

Pre-Shibuya

Gojo Satoru

He raised his eyebrows at the question.

“Huh?” he asked, grasping his chin lightly. “Kurisaki-chan? Strong sorcerer. Lives up to the Special Grade 1 rank easily. Great person. Probably the best person I know, actually. She looks out for the people she cares about, especially her students. Best teacher Kyoto ever had.” He smirked slightly. “One of the only people to catch me by surprise, land a hit. A menace, really. A good friend. One- my best friend. She’s my best friend.”

Nanami Kento

A deep sigh escaped his lips, his brow furrowed in clear irritation.

“Annoying,” he replied, his monotone voice almost sounding amused. “But I trust her. She’s stronger than she thinks she is, and I would trust her with my life. She’s also one of the only jujutsu sorcerers I respect, even though she’s probably crazier than most. She’s also an incredible teacher. Her students have always loved her. I got to see that first-hand.” He cleared his throat, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “And a dear friend. She’s a very dear friend.”

Fushiguro Megumi

He scowled at the question, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

“A lot of people think you could pass for being her kid since you look similar-”

“She’s not my mom,” he snapped, his scowl deepening. “She’s my cousin. She’s taught me a lot—more than Gojo-sensei has. She’s a great teacher.”

Zenin Maki

Her eyes narrowed at the question before she shrugged.

“We’re related,” she stated. “She took me in when I ran away from my shit family. She’s done a lot for me. Helped me in more ways than I can say.” The teen gripped the kendo sword in her hands tightly. “She’s taught me more than anyone else. Not just about being a jujutsu sorcerer, either. She’s a great teacher.”

Zenin Mai

Suspicion filled the girl’s expression for a moment.

“Why do you wanna know?” she asked, crossing her arms defensively. “She’s- we’re distantly related. She taught me when she was at Kyoto Tech. And-” she trailed off, a frown pulling at her lips, “she’s looked out for me. Always tries to make sure to check in on me. She cares. She’s a great- she’s the best teacher I’ve ever had.”

Okkotsu Yuuta

“Rinko-san is amazing!”

They’d barely finished the question before the teenager answered, sounding overly enthusiastic.

“She’s really kind,” he continued excitedly. “She always checks on me to ask me how I’m doing. She’s strong enough to trick Gojo-sensei. She landed a hit on him, which I haven’t really seen anyone else do before. She’s a great teacher, too. I learned a lot from her about cursed energy when she taught us last year.”

Inumaki Toge

He grinned widely, shrugging.

“Tuna mayo,” he stated.

“Is- that good?”

“Salmon,” he replied, his grin widening. “Tuna mayo.”

Itadori Yuuji

He shrugged slightly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I- don’t know Rinko-san that well,” he admitted. “But Nanamin respects her a lot. Gojo-sensei likes her, too. Fushiguro won’t admit it, but he kinda drifts towards her when she’s around. She’s really nice. One of the nicest people I’ve met besides Gojo-sensei. And she’s a really good teacher. Fushiguro and Zenin-san learned from her, I think.”

Kugisaki Nobara

The girl shrugged absently.

“I don’t really know her that well,” she admitted, tilting her head to the side. “She seems cool. Maki-san likes her a lot. She does spend a lot of time with that blindfolded idiot, though. But she’s a good teacher, from what Maki-san says.”

Todo Aoi

The boy smirked easily, chuckling under his breath.

“A strong sorcerer,” he asserted. “One of the strongest you’ll meet, though she doesn’t see it that way. She- she’ll do anything to protect the people she cares about, especially us. Kurisaki-sensei is an incredible teacher.”

Post-Shibuya

Gojo Satoru

He squinted at them, scowling at the question.

“You mean Gojo Rinko?” he asked, his scowl growing when they just shrugged. “I convinced her to marry me, ya know. I’m her husband-”

“Fine,” they sighed, exasperated. “What is Gojo Rinko to you?”

A smug grin pulled at his lips now.

“My best friend,” he declared proudly. “The strongest woman I’ve ever known. The only person who puts up with me without complaining.” He paused, his grin widening until he looked like a dopey puppy. “The love of my life. She’s the most incredible person I know, and I- wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her. She’s the most important person in my life.”

Fushiguro Megumi

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, shuffling his feet.

“She’s- my cousin." He rubbed the back of his neck and coughed. “She- she’s always been there for me. One of- one of the most important people in my life. I- I don’t know if I’d be here if it weren’t for her.”

Zenin Maki

She gave a nonchalant shrug, looking bored.

“My cousin,” she replied easily, staring at them calmly. “She’s taught me a lot. Took me in when I needed to get away from the clan. Always-” the teen paused, releasing a quiet sigh, “never- got upset with me when I was angry. And- she really tried to look out for me and my sister. One of the most important people in my life.”

Okkotsu Yuuta

His brow furrowed slightly as he thought.

“Rinko-san is one of the strongest people I know,” he stated firmly, nodding to himself. “She cares a lot about all of us, too. Looks out for us so much, making sure we’re all okay. Even though she knows we can take care of ourselves, she checks on us and makes sure we’re okay. She’s become one of the most important people in my life.”

Inumaki Toge

“Tuna mayo!” he exclaimed, grinning widely.

“That’s- that’s still a good thing, right?”

“Salmon!”

“Can I get some of those flashcards you gave her-?”

Itadori Yuuji

“She’s our new Principal,” he stated, smiling slightly. “She was someone Nanamin had a lot of respect for, and she clearly cared about him, too. She’s really strong, but she pushes herself too much. I think- I think she does it for us. To try to protect us. She and Gojo-sensei are really similar in that way. She cares about us a lot. She- I don’t remember my mom, but she kinda reminds me of a mom. She’s become one of the most important people in my life.”

Kugisaki Nobara

She gave a careless shrug.

“I honestly still don’t know her all that well,” the girl admitted. “But she’s really strong. Special Grade 1’s aren’t really something to mess with. She’s our new Principal, and she’s doing a really good job so far. I don’t think there could have been a better choice for it. She still spends too much time with that blindfolded idiot, though. Can’t believe she decided to marry a guy like him, but they seem happy I guess?”

Ino Takuma

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I, ah, don’t know Kurisaki-san that well,” he admitted uneasily.

Gojo Satoru’s voice chimed from somewhere in the distance, “It’s Gojo Rinko now-!”

“But Nanami-san had a lot of respect for her, and they were really good friends.” Ino swallowed thickly. “She- asked me to teach here at Tokyo Tech after she became the Principal. She said Nanami-san would approve, that he’d be proud to see me helping the next generation of sorcerers. She’s- a really kind person. I’m grateful she decided to give me this chance.”

You can take Toge's responses from my cold, dead hands.

Did you guys like the two different themes? I thought it'd be cool to have the pre-Shibuya version focused on them saying she's a good teacher, and then the post-Shibuya version talking about how she's important in their lives 🥹 Notice how Gojo and Megumi said they wouldn't be here without her 🥺🥺

It's also official, Ino will be the new first-year teacher at Tokyo Tech 😊

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evalevaeva · 2 years

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i love you // George Weasley

Brief: the last I love you

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Angst!

You sat in the seat of your chair, as George, who looked like Harry because of Polyjuice Potion, caressed your cheek, ready to leave for a mission. The order of the phoenix would move Harry Potter away from Sirius Black's house, saving him from any danger. The mission was potentially dangerous but George was so excited about it that you couldn't even complain.

"I'll be back before you could even say Muffins, love. I love you," George said as you adjusted the round spectacles on his face and replied, "I love you too, stay safe Georgie."

He was dead.

Fred had returned with the body of his injured brother. You ran out of the house, holding onto George's body as he struggled to breathe. Every time he inhaled, his ribs felt as if they were going to collapse and kill him. Blood was oozing out of his ear and arms as he opened his eyes slightly and looked at you. Your eyes widened as you signalled Fred to help you carry him to the living room.

George laid on the green sofa as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, terrified of losing him. He was beyond treatable. The death eaters had shot a curse at him, causing him to fall off his broom and become injured.

"Love, am I in heaven?" George said softly, struggling as he breathed. You held him close as you replied, "No George, you're here, with me. It's going to be alright, stay with me, George!". Your tears dripped onto his chest as he smiled and joked, "Because you're my angel, love. I love you". You started sobbing harder as he took his last breath, and left.

He was gone, forever.

"I love you too, George Weasley," you said in between sobs as Molly grabbed you into a hug.

Many people lost someone important to them that day. A brother, a friend, a son and a lover.

I love you.

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lost-in-sokovia · 2 years

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OMG I would both kill and die for August!!!! Could you maybe do a fic of Batman and Gordon finding out that not only does the riddler have a girlfriend but also a son? Thank you and I adore your work <3

so just for a little context i think this takes place right before for gotham, for august and this kinda would fit in the movie right before bruce goes to see eddie in arkham when everyone is in eddie’s apartment

let them be

tw: mentions of rape and kidnapping

bruce stalked around the cluttered and dimly-lit apartment quietly, ignoring pushback from officer martinez. investigators, police officers, and other workers in the forensics unit were flashing cameras, taking dna samples, and collecting any evidence possible as they carefully ransacked the riddler’s apartment.

it was a pigsty. a dark, dirty, creepy pigsty that somewhere could contain the clues bruce and gordon were looking for. moments before they had finally caught the riddler, sure, but their work was nowhere near finished. who knew what this sick man still had planned? who was he? what was his real identity? who was involved with his work? too many unanswered questions to be solved before the case could close.

bruce’s eyes scanned slowly over a stack of magazines, and he cocked his head to the side ever so slightly. “renewal” was scribbled out on the spine of one of the magazines. renewal. something all the previous politicians in gotham had promised, what newly-elected bella real vowed to truly bring.

gordon busied himself with little diaries that eddie had. an officer explained that they had found thousands of these ledgers inscribed with ciphers and codes that made no sense to anybody. eddie had random rambles in there as well, his words meaning nothing to anybody else. it wasn’t the first time edward had used ciphers, this wasn’t anything new to gordon. as gordon and the officer stood there, a woman walked up and announced they had gathered information from one of edward’s ids that he carried. bruce turned around to hear.

“edward nashton,” the woman read off quickly. “works at KTMJ, he’s a forensic accountant.”

“accountant?” gordon asked, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“hey lieutenant!” a different officer called. “are you really okay with this? what about the chain of evidence?” the officer asked, gesturing to bruce carefully paging through one of the magazines he had previously been eyeing. bruce looked up slowly to meet gordon’s gaze.

“you should see this,” bruce said lowly. just as gordon stepped forward, the woman called for him to pause.

“that’s not all, there’s more,” she said slowly. “looking into any birth records with the last name ‘nashton’ in gotham, turns out edward has a son. his name is august edward nashton, he just turned five in october,” the woman read out. bruce blinked and an eyebrow raised beneath his mask as gordon shook his head and opened in mouth in awe.

“god almighty,” gordon breathed. “this sick man has a son?” he glanced to bruce who looked at him with the same stoic expression. “do we have any information on the mother?”

the woman was able to read out a few basics from your information; your name, place of birth, et-cetera. gordon sighed and bruce breathed slowly, thinking for a moment.

“she’s not from here originally. i think she lives here with him, though. or at least in this same complex,” the woman continued. “i found a few things in the apartment that were probably hers, as well as a few children’s clothes and some stuffed animals as well.”

everyone in the small circle stood silently as more cameras flashed around the room. nobody knew what to say to this. how could a man so vile and evil be capable to love someone and have a child with them? how could anyone love him back?

“we can talk to the landlord, he’ll know about this woman,” bruce stated in his gravelly voice. the woman nodded attentively. inside, bruce was wondering if you had any motives or even knew about what edward was carrying out. how could you not? then again, what if you were just some hostage that he had treated terribly and got you pregnant through rape? though, he probably wouldn’t have taken you to a hospital if he didn’t care, so you had to be in a relationship with him, then.

bruce gave gordon a look, to which gordon asked if everyone could leave them for a moment. the group dispersed to investigate other elements as the two men huddled together.

“a girlfriend and a son,” gordon scoffed bitterly. “my god, who could’ve thought…”

bruce stood quietly, still mulling things over in his head. gordon looked up and glanced at bruce, studying his face.

“what do we do about this?” gordon asked slowly. bruce shook his head subtly.

“nothing. who says they’re aiding him or involved?” bruce asked. august made him think of selina. august didn’t ask to be edward’s son, those were just the cards he was dealt in life. gordon’s expression hardened and he looked to bruce as if he was an idiot.

“‘nothing?’ they are the family of a murderer!” he reasoned, his voice only raising slightly.

“but that doesn’t mean they have done anything. if he really loved his kid, he wouldn’t tell him anything to prevent him from being a target. as far as the woman goes, most likely the same thing. plus, if she was helping him in any way with these killings, she’d probably want credit as well as him,” bruce explained. gordon contemplated that and lowered his head. bruce hesitated for a moment. “nobody’s saying if you find her you can’t interrogate her, but i don’t think she should be arrested.”

gordon opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by someone calling for him.

“lieutenant, we found these in a locked drawer,” an officer explained as he dropped images onto the table in front of bruce and gordon. gordon dismissed the officer before the two men scanned the images, carefully spreading them out to look at more than one. some of the images were better than others, some being images that were intently printed out and others being images like those of annika’s, slightly blurry and taken by someone else or from cameras around the city.

there were pictures of you and a slightly younger eddie smiling. there was one or two copies of what seemed to be ultrasounds, bruce understanding that they were august’s. there were pictures of you smiling as your hair blew in the wind. there were baby pictures of august, his big green doe eyes staring directly at the camera. there were pictures of you, edward, and baby august all snuggled together tiredly.

as far as the other images, there was a more recent one of you carrying august through gotham as he leaned his head on your shoulder. there was even an image of eddie holding august’s hand as they walked into a grocery store.

bruce did not want to be run off track just because of this new discovery. he didn’t deem it worthy of the gcpd’s time, seeing as though it was unlikely you were aiding edward’s crimes.

“cute kid,” gordon admitted, his voice snapping bruce back to reality. “definitely looks like the guy, there’s no denying that.”

without waiting another second bruce piled up all the images once more, beckoning over the officer who had delivered them.

“put these back where you found them,” bruce instructed. the officer nodded without hesitation and was quickly off to follow orders. when bruce turned back around gordon’s jaw was dropped.

“just like that? you’re going to put those images back where they were?” he asked slightly bitterly.

“if the riddler wanted us to see them, he would’ve laid it out more obviously for us, or somehow hinted they needed to be seen. he’s been laying out everything for us,” bruce argued back flatly. he pointed to where the officer was walking. “those images were in a locked drawer. they weren’t meant to be seen, nor did they need to be. until there’s some sort of evidence to suggest this woman is contributing to his crimes, i don’t think it’s necessary we pursue this path.”

gordon bit the inside of his lip, staring at the officer placing the images back in the wooden drawer. bruce could tell he wanted to argue but didn’t have a better reason that bruce’s.

“you can find out about this woman for yourself and that’s it. we can’t take her away, this boy needs a mother since his father is locked away in arkham.”

bruce thought of the orphanage. he thought of the riddler growing up in the orphanage. this child needed to be part of the renewal that gotham needed, and bruce was not about to put august on the same path as his father.

bruce reached a hand up and firmly grasped gordon’s shoulder.

“leave them be,” he whispered threateningly.

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