#geez thanks winston

[spenglerssweetheart]

Can I have an Egon x Fem reader where they shower together seeing reader's scars and kisses them? (Or just domestic fluff of showering if your not comfortable with scars) thank you!

Of course, but there might be a little ooc Egon. I tend to make things longer than they should be so I apologize in advance. I hope you enjoy

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Scars and kisses.

Pairing. Egon Spengler x Fem!reader.

Warnings/ Triggering topics: Mentions of self harm (past tense), mentions of scars, mentions of suicidal thoughts.

Description: as above in request.

Small note- I hope every single one of you out there is doing okay, I want you to know you are loved and cared for. I love you.

It was a long day for the ghostbusters, doing several busts in a day with no break, they were all exhausted, taking a bigger toll on Y/n. She hadn’t slept for about a day, almost two trying to complete an experiment she had.

Much like Egon, she didn’t leave what she had going until she was satisfied with her results. Most of the reason why they got along so well. With the ride home, all of them covered in dirt and slime, a yawn had escaped from Y/n lips, causing the others around her to yawn as well. “Geez L/n when was the last time you slept or even had a nap?” Winston had asked out of sheer curiosity, not expecting the response he got.

“Like..two days ago…?” All other ghostbusters looked at her with wide eyes, making her laugh quietly to herself. “Look I’m just gonna shower and I’ll sleep when I get to the firehouse” she mumbled as she scooted Into Egon’s side who only smiled at the girl below him.

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Once they reached the firehouse/Headquarters, the others had all agreed to shower first, making sure Egon stayed with Y/n while she had a quick nap before her shower. Watching the girl sleep, he watched and waited as everyone else was quick to enter and leave the shower, Egon asking Ray if there had been any hit water left for the two of them, Egon feeling the need to stay with the girl in case she decided to fall asleep halfway through her shower.

Gently waking her, Egon began to mumble the girls name. “Y/n, Y/n sweetheart, you need to wake up for your shower” Upon hearing his voice, she began to sit up, opening her eyes with a yawn. “Showers free, the guys have already showered it’s just your turn.” He told her as She nodded, glancing at him before slightly frowning.

“But you haven’t.” She huffed as she began to stand. Egon didn’t care, he’d rather have her shower and get to sleep before anything else. “I can wait” “shower with me” She mumbled beginning to turn away, but Egon being Egon, didn’t hear what she had said. “What was that?” “Shower with me, we’ll be fast, save hot water since I apparently take forever” She responded, making her way up the stairs where she could grab some fresh clothes and a towel to bathe .Egon was left in a daze, before he quickly made his way to follow her up, his cheeks tinted a very light pink, but his ears burning red.

Once she had made her way into the bathroom, Egon followed suit, his eyes anywhere but on Y/n. With still half hooded eyes, she turned her back to Egon and began removing her jumpsuit, quickly removing the long sleeved shirt she had worn underneath. “Shit” she quietly muttered as she glanced down at her arms before holding them closer to her stomach. Egon didn’t catch it only turning his back to her, undressing himself as she began to get the water situated.

Once she had the water warm enough, she quickly removed whatever clothing she had left before quickly getting into the shower, sighing once she felt the warm water hit her skin. “I’m in, you can come in too” Y/n said softly but loud enough for Egon to hear her over the water. With gentle movements, Egon stepped into the shower removing his glasses before stepping behind Y/n, her back facing his chest as she began to rinse her hair.

Deciding to switch, Y/n carefully moved behind Egon, who was beginning to rinse his hair, watching as Y/n had grabbed her shampoo to put in her hair. Not paying attention to Egon, she quickly lathered it into her hair, the half faded scars on her arm were now facing upwards to where he could see. Glancing over at the girl, he saw the scars, thinking it was just dirt but he simply offered to help her wash her hair. She nodded softly, taking a moment to think to herself.

Automatically she kept her arms to her stomach, careful to not lift them so much, before she began relaxing into Egon’s touch as he washed her hair. While he washed her hair, she got lost in thought, not realizing until Egon had begun rinsing her hair, pulling her closer to the water until she felt it on her back once more.

“You seem more relaxed, you alright?” He asked, his hands trailing down to her waist as she nodded softly. “Just thinking, sorry.” She muttered and Egon smiled softly, seeing how she turned to him. She gave him a slight smile, slightly pulling away to wash her body. “You should start washing your hair egie, you’ll never get clean” she said using the soap, lathering up , her back turning to him once more. Egon let out a quiet sigh as he turned to wash his hair.

After they’ve finished showering and getting dressed, Y/n automatically made her way to the lab upstairs. She put her lab coat on over her pajamas as she moved whatever she needed out of the way so she could continue on her research. Egon didn’t realize she wasn’t in the room they had shared. He went to look for the others, they were all sitting in the dining area, eating whatever they had ordered.

“Have you guys seen Y/n anywhere” Egon asked the guys as they had all turned to him. “No, she wasn’t in bed after her shower?” Winston asked as he began to wipe his hands, Egon only shaking his head, before Ray had piped up. “Have you checked the lab, that seems to be the only place we can find her when we need her”

“I haven’t, thank you Ray, Winston.” He said before rushing towards the lab. Peter looked back at the two he was sitting with “What, am I no help.” “He’s still upset with you about what you said about Y/n” there was a few moments of silence before Peter spoke up. “Your serious.. It was a joke, I was joking” “sure Pete” Winston nodded as he stood to throw his plate away.

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Finding Y/n, Egon quietly stepped into the lab, not bothering to put on his lab coat like he usually would’ve. Y/n was quiet, it was too quiet in the lab other than the little clink of her trinkets hitting against things. “Y/n?” He called out as she stopped for a moment before she continued to work, often looking into the microscope and writing something down, sometimes changing things around.

“Y/n could you just talk to me for a moment?” Egon asked, causing Y/n stop once more, now sitting up from her slouching position as she set her things down. Beginning to turn to him, she let out a deep breath as she finally faced him, a calm expression on her face. She usually never had that kind of face as she was always worried about something.

“Did I do something wrong?” Egon asked, stepping closer to Y/n who only seemed to tug at the sleeves of her shirt and coat. “No.. you didn’t” she replied as she shook her head, Egon now reaching for her hands. “Well then what is it? Did I take too long to get into bed or did I say something wrong?” He asked, worrying as she just looked down at him with that calmly blank stare.

“You didn’t do any of those, I just…” she hesitated before continuing. “What did you see?… in the shower?” Y/n asked, now looking him in the eyes, the familiar furrow of her brows now apparent. Egon was confused, giving her the same look back. “What are you talking about?” “In the shower, for one you looked confused, or almost… afraid” she mumbled the last part, now looking down at their interlocked hands. “I thought I had seen something was all, why? Was I mistaken.. or is it something else?” “Could you please just tell me what it was?” She insisted.

Egon looked at her features before looking down at her hands with a small sigh. “I thought it was dirt at first, but I remembered you kept your arms covered unlike the guys… please don’t tell me they’re scars..” he hesitated, the last part being almost whispered as he looked back up at her. Y/n could only nod, tears threatening to fall as so much had flooded back at once.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it” he reassured her, lifting her hands towards his lips, leaving small kisses along the back of her hand before turning them over, now leaving small kisses along her palms. Soon her small sniffles had stopped as she felt Egon kissing at her hands, only leading up to her covered arms. “W-What are you doing?..” Y/n asked curiously, Egon simply smiled at her before leading up to leave a kiss to her lips.

“I know you didn’t want me to know, and that’s totally fine, but I just need you to know that I’m absolutely here for you. All the time. I seriously need you to know that I love you. You are loved, okay?” Egon had said, leaving Y/n to nod as more tears fell. He began to take off her lab coat, carefully as if she was the most fragile thing in the world.

Egon had kneeled in front of her once again, slowly lifting the sleeves of her pajama shirt. (Long sleeve white tee) and left a kiss on each arm. “Egon… if I told you about-.. everything… would you still look at me like I was the sun?..” The girl asked as she looked at him, now wiping her face. He simply nodded, telling her that he was listening.

It took her a moment to compose herself but Egon promised she could take all the time she needed. They even moved out of the chair she was in and onto the sofa they had. “So this started back when I was still in college.. before I met you, and the guys. I was just starting out so just imagine. A young woman finally on her own. It was hard on me, my mom wanted nothing to do with me, my friends had turned their backs to me, I lost my job and I was trying my best to get it all under control. And I guess it was too much. I didn’t want to be here anymore, so I tried to uhm-”

“You don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to” He interrupted, allowing her to skip over that part. She nodded knowing that he got an idea of what she meant. “I didn’t go through with it, but this..” she held her arms out “felt like the only way, I could let off steam” she murmured, beginning to pick at her arms. A habit Egon noticed she had when she would get nervous. Egon pulled her hands away from each other, now holding them.

“Before you ask, last time was months ago, I haven’t felt the impulse to recently, and I’m kinda glad” she hummed, looking at her wrists and then at Egon’s hands. She got quiet for a bit, Egon only gliding his thumb over the back of her hands, before he kissed them once more.

“Promise me, anytime you feel overwhelmed over worked or need to just let off some steam, please tell me. I want to be here as best as I can, as your friend and as your partner ” Egon told her, now standing up with a slight groan still holding her hands. “I promise” she replied with a gentle smile, relaxation taking over her face, her expression now soft as she continued to look up at Egon.

“We should get to bed, it’s getting late.” Egon mumbled as he pulled Y/n closer to him. “Could we order a pizza first?” She asked softly, as they began to head upstairs. “Uh sure, Chicago?” “Of course” she laughed before intertwining their hands, feeling at peace for now.

#spenglerssweetheart #askspenglerssweetheart #egon spengler #ghostbusters #writing #winston zeddemore #ray stantz #x reader #asks open #pls send requests #reqs open #answered ask

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

The Hospital- Dally Winston x OC

Dally Winston x Tuesday Curtis

Description: Tuesday goes to the hospital with Darry and Sodapop to get Ponyboy, then she takes a detour to a certain Winston boy

Word Count: 2k

When Darry first got the call that Ponyboy was at the hospital up in Windrixville after running into a burning building, Tuesday didn’t know what to think. She was worried, naturally, but she calmed down once Darry said that the doctor said that it was just minor injuries. Her worry reappeared not only reappeared but doubled when she learned that both Johnny and Dally were also involved. The car ride to Windrixville was silent save for the radio playing quietly in the background. Sodapop had to all but hold her down so she didn’t keep on tapping her foot or finger on her lap.

Once they got to the hospital Darry barely had time to park his truck before all three of them were out and making their way inside. Once they were at the front desk Darry took the lead and asked for their little brother. There, they learned that his clothes were just burnt and he needed an oxygen tank for a few minutes. The trio of Curtises sighed in relief at that, and they thanked her. The front desk worker then informed them that Ponyboy was waiting in the waiting room and they were welcome to see him. 

Unfortunately, the worker forgot to tell them which waiting room Ponyboy was in. So, the next few minutes were spent with them looking through the (surprisingly) many waiting rooms that the hospital had. Darry eventually grew frustrated and finally stopped a doctor and asked him about their baby brother. As they spoke Tuesday took a moment to look around. It was as she was doing that she noticed someone sitting in a waiting room at the end of the hallway they stood in. He was covered in soot practically from head to toe along with a few visible bruises. He had blonde hair, but she immediately knew who it was. Without realizing it she had grabbed Sodapop’s arm, which made him look at her confusedly. 

“Tuesday?” 

“Ponyboy,” was all the girl managed to get out before she ran towards him. The younger boy seemed to hear her because their eyes met. He was standing by the time she reached him, which was great because he was able to catch himself when she threw herself at him. A relieved sob left the girl’s lips as she hugged him with all her might, pressing a hand to the back of his head. 

“God, I was so worried about you,” she whimpered. 

“I’m okay Tue,” the boy laughed quietly, sniffling afterwards as he held onto his older sister. Sodapop joined in the hug when he got to them, laughing tearfully when they pulled away to look at him. 

“Geez, man, what'd you do to your hair?” He muttered softly, running a hand through Ponyboy’s hair. “Your tuff hair…” The three laughed at that, then something behind Tuesday caught Ponyboy’s attention. It was Darry, who was watching the interaction from a few feet away from them. 

“Ponyboy…” he trailed off emotionally. The girl’s eyes widened when she realized that her oldest brother was in fact crying. 

“Darry!” Without any warning the youngest boy ran to Darry, hugging the living daylights out of him. Darry didn’t seem to mind because he held onto Ponyboy like his life depended on it. Tuesday couldn’t help but smile at the sight. She knew Darry had been wracked with guilt since he pushed Ponyboy last week. It was nice to see them hugging again. 

“Darry…I’m so sorry,” Ponyboy whimpered. 

“Oh Pony,” the older boy muttered, stroking the back of his head as he cried. “I thought we’d lost you. Like we did mom and dad.” The mention of their parents brought a fresh set of tears to Tuesday’s eyes, but Ponyboy only laughed through his tears, muttering something she couldn’t hear before holding on tighter to Darry. Tuesday and Sodapop shared a look before joining in the hug. For a minute they just stood there holding onto each other, but they pulled away once they heard a doctor walk up to them. 

“Are any of you related to Jonathan Cade?” The siblings looked amongst each other before facing him again. 

“Well, no. But we’re friends of his,” Sodapop answered. 

“Are any of you,” the doctor paused, then looked at his clipboard. “Ponyboy Curtis?” The boy in question nodded. 

“Yes.” 

“He’s asking for you. Your family can come too if they’d like.” The boys nodded and prepared to walk to Johnny’s room, but Tuesday hesitated. If Johnny looked half as bad as she’d heard, she didn’t know if she could handle seeing him tonight. 

“I’ll catch up with you guys,” she said before looking at the doctor. “Do you happen to know what room Dallas Winston is in?” The man nodded then called over a nurse. 

“Nurse May here will show you to his room.” Tuesday thanked him then turned to walk away but was stopped by Ponyboy, who handed her a jacket. It was Dally’s brown leather jacket; Tuesday recognized it because he let her borrow it sometimes. It didn’t look like it normally did, it was burnt now. Ponyboy must’ve been wearing it during the fire. 

“Can you take this to him?” The girl shot her younger brother a small smile and nodded before following the nurse one way while the boys followed the doctor the other way. Upon arriving at his room the girl thanked Nurse May, then waited until the woman walked away before knocking three times on the door. 

“Yeah?” Dally called in an annoyed voice, which honestly made her smile. She knew that he’d be just fine. She carefully opened the door and stepped inside. There she saw Dally laying on his back, though it looked like he was rolling over to sit up, and he had an annoyed look on his face. Once his eyes landed on Tuesday however, they softened and he relaxed. 

“Tuesday,” he greeted, somewhat surprised.  

“Hey Dal,” she returned the greeting in a soft tone as she closed the door and walked over to him. 

“I thought you were another nurse coming to convince me to take more meds,” he explained, which amused the girl. 

“Maybe they’re doing it for good reason,” she answered simply as she took a seat on the bed beside him after he scooted over to make room. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m fine,” he answered without hesitation, sounding like he’d said it a hundred times before she asked as he flopped back on the bed. Tuesday couldn’t help but giggle at that. 

“I’m serious Dallas,” she retorted, moving some hair that had fallen in his face upon impact. The boy smiled at the gesture, though it quickly went away as he shrugged. 

“Honestly Tue, I’m okay. Just a little tired if anything.” 

“Do you want me to leave so you can get some rest?” The girl asked with concern evident in both her tone and features. She prepared to stand up but paused when Dally’s hand shot out to grab her arm. For a moment she was taken aback by how gentle his touch was considering how urgently he grabbed her. 

“No,” he answered quickly. “No, you’re welcome to stay.” Tuesday wasn’t fully convinced, but she nodded anyway and sat back down. 

“Oh, here’s your jacket by the way,” she muttered, setting the burnt jacket on the bed. “Ponyboy asked me to give it to you.” 

“Thanks,” the boy nodded appreciatively before inspecting it. “Man that fire really did a number on this. Guess it’ll have to go in the trash now.” The twinge of disappointment in his tone made Tuesday frown. 

“Hey, maybe next time I go into work I’ll see what sort of letter jackets they have. How’s that sound?” Dally didn’t verbally answer but instead nodded again, smiling at her. 

“So how is the kid anyway?” 

“He’s fine. We’re taking him home tonight.” Dally nodded again, and Tuesday noticed the subtle happy glint in his eye that appeared for a split second before he cleared his throat. 

“And Johnny? Have you seen him?” He asked after a minute. The girl offered him an awkward smile. 

“No, the boys are with him now. I figured he’d feel crowded with all four of us there,” she half lied. The older boy pursed his lips in thought, then they stretched into a teasing grin. 

“You sure it’s not just because you wanted to see me?” He joked, earning an eye roll and playful scoff from Tuesday. 

“In your dreams, Winston.”

“Deny it all you want, but you’re the one who came to see me first.” Tuesday shook her head amusedly at that. 

“Have you considered that I just worry about you? Ponyboy and Johnny aren’t the only ones who ran into that fire.” 

“They were the only ones who wanted to go into that church. I was just there to make sure they didn’t kill themselves trying to play hero,” he shrugged nonchalantly. Tuesday’s smile softened at that. 

“Thank you, Dally…you know, for keeping my brother safe,” she looked down at her lap, somewhat ashamed. “I know I gave you a hard time a few days ago…”

“You were just worried about him,” the boy cut her off while shaking his head. “I don’t blame ya for it.” Tuesday smiled in relief as she faced him again. 

“Well, thank you either way.”

“‘S no big deal,” he shrugged. 

“Considering you’re literally in the hospital, I think it’s kinda a big deal.”

“Do you always have to disagree with everything I say?” 

“Only when I’m right,” she shot back, earning a laugh from both of them. Once they quieted down Tuesday sighed. 

“Darry wants me to stay home all day tomorrow. He doesn’t want me going anywhere near the vacant lot tomorrow,” she muttered. Dally hummed thoughtfully. 

“Good thing too,” he responded. “More greasers have been getting jumped this week. I know they’re gonna try and go for whoever they can tomorrow during the day to try and intimidate us.” The girl snorted. 

“Yeah, like me getting jumped will scare you guys away,” she retorted sarcastically. 

“Not scare us away, but we’ll definitely be more eager for that rumble,” he shrugged. 

“Even you?” It was meant to be a joke, but Dally’s answer caught her off guard. 

“Especially me.” 

“You can’t say things like that, Dallas. I might actually start thinking you care about me or somethin’,” she half joked. 

“Well maybe I do.” He kept that same tone of sincerity as he responded. At first Tuesday could only stare at him in shock, not knowing what to say. Dally didn’t say anything either, choosing to just stare at her the same way she was doing. They sat in silence for a few minutes, neither speaking and instead looking into each other’s eyes. Finally, the girl licked her lips nervously then began to speak. 

“Dal-“ 

Unfortunately she was cut off by a knock on the door. Rather than wait for a response the person on the other side just opened the door immediately after knocking. Dally and Tuesday looked over and saw Darry, Sodapop and Ponyboy standing there. 

“Hey guys,” Darry started, being the first one to speak. “Sorry to interrupt but we should probably be heading home. Ponyboy needs to clean up and we all need some sleep.” He shot his sister an apologetic look, but she merely brushed it off and faced Dally. 

“Are you gonna be okay here tonight?” The boy chuckled at that. 

“I’m tuff enough to spend a night in the hospital,” he teased. “Go home and get some sleep, Tuesday.” Though still hesitant, the girl nodded and stood. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the boy’s cheek. It made his eyes widen and he stared at her surprised, but she merely offered him a sweet smile. 

“Goodnight, Dallas,” she muttered before following her brothers out. She missed the small smile that formed on Dallas Winston’s face as he watched her leave. 

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fanfiction #dally winston #dallas winston #dally winston imagine #dally winston x oc

[incorrectsitcomquotes]

Jess: I said something awkward again and now everyone hates me.

Nick: Jess, like how bad could it be?

Jess: * leans over and whispers to Nick *

Nick: Okay, yeah, pretty bad...um, I wouldn't know how to respond to that frankly...I doubt everyone hates you for that though. More like they pity you and your socially awkward brain.

Jess: (sarcastic) Geez, thanks, Miller, I feel soooo much better.

Nick: Hey, at least you're not me. I embarrass myself everyday. Oh, I will do you one better, at least you're not Winston! He doesn't even realize that he's an embarrassment!

Jess: (sincere) Oddly, that does actually help.

Winston: I heard that!

#incorrect quotes #incorrect new girl quotes #new girl #nick miller #winston bishop #jessica day #source: me #i think i had a tmi moment today or like went on a weird tangent that made people raises their eyebrows at me #but it was over a message so i can't actually know if i weirded people out #gah #:( why do i do this bleh

[echantedtoon]

Cameron x Fabian P1

Empty. That's what could best describe the school right now as a nervous human made her way down the lonesome corridors of Z.P.A.. Her footsteps echoed throughout the halls,and she crossed her arms, shivering. She hated being alone after dark. Everything seemed more scary then. "....Ok...Last time I volunteer to grade papers after school," she mumbled to herself. Her eyes scanning left and right. She only did it because today was Alanzo's birthday, and Jackie asked Cameron for a small favor. Which involved grading some papers so she could leave early. She passed a room and didn't notice a pair of eyes following her. The figure, to which the eyes belonged too, tilted it's head curiously before standing up and following her. "Ok....Just gotta get my bag from my office then I can go home," she whispered to herself. She soon stopped at a door and opened it. She failed to see the large silhouette of the figure as it watched her go inside. She looked around and soon spotted what she needed. A small hand bag on top her desk. Smiling, she reached over and picked it up. Sliding it over her shoulder. While, she was doing this, she failed to notice the figure standing in the doorway. "Cameron?" "AHH!" She whipped around, arms up. Ready to defend herself. A red head leaned back from the sudden scream. "Cameron, calm down. It's just me," the figure assured her. "......Fabian? What are you doing here this late?" The giant fox looked at her like she had suddenly grown two heads." Late? it's only a little after two'o clock in the afternoon." "What?" "Check your phone if you don't believe me." She looked at him before reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone. She turned it on and saw her clock read 2:23 p.m. . "But then.....why is it so...dark outside?" "There was an eclipse today. That's why school let out early today. How did you not know this?" She chuckled nervously."....I guess I got wrapped up in work. Uh....is any one else here?" "Only Principal Winston. Everyone else left to watch the eclipse." "O-oh...What are you still doing here?" "I promised to help Mr. Winston with some paperwork. Though I might ask you the same thing." "I-I was grading some papers for Jackie." "Oh, yes. She mentioned Alonzo's party yesterday. How kind of you to do so." "T-Thank you........I guess I'd better get going." She stepped around him. "Cameron....." "Yes?" "I know I asked this before, but the day is still very considerably early. Would you care to have tea with me? It wouldn't be a problem." She paused." I-I don't know." Oh, geez! She didn't want to be rude. He did ask a lot of times before.".....I guess. Sure. I didn't have any plans today anyway." Fabian beamed." Thank you. I'm glad you've finally decided to join me. Please....allow me to walk you to my home." "You live in the school?" He chuckled." Oh, my. No. My home is just a few blocks away." "Oh.....well. Ok, then." "After you." They made their way out the door. Fabian using his tail to close it behind them.

#zoophobia

[tetsuski]

why try?

prologue

pairing : gojo satoru x fem!reader

genre : friends to lovers

warning : cursing (?), slow burn, mention of death

summary : summary : feelings are confusing neither you nor gojo knows how to deal with them. but what will happen if two broken souls fall for each other?

a/n : i rewrite the prologue because i feel like the first version aren't really good to be the first character introduction .

read the first version here

mlist next

what the fuck?

"L/N Y/N WAKE THE FUCK UP!!" you hear a familiar voice shouting and banging against your door it's still 6am on a saturday why would anyone come visit you this early? sitting up from your bed and still trying to process what's going on

"L/n-chan~, i can sense that you're already awake now~" another voice butted in gojo satoru why the fuck is he here? and then the realization hits

shit

you promised your friends you're gonna help them train

you fall back on your bed flipped yourself over and scream into ur pillows not long after you leave your bed and starts to get ready

today marked one year of you being in jujutsu high

it means its been a year of you leaving the world you've ever known behind

almost everything from the past now gone.

you opened up your door looking up to two of your friends "geez what the hell took you so long?" kara asked you "good morning to you too, kara"

kara winston the girl you've known since you were five because she was the child of your mother's closest friends but you both grew apart since your mother's death.

and now here you are living in the same school with here after not seeing her for almost 8 years.

she's strong now her stance are tall she's everything you can never be.

there was never any bad blood between you two you both just simply grew apart.

or so you thought

but that doesn't matter cause right now she's here and you both are closer than ever.

"y/n-chann~ are you not gonna greet me a good morning too? ouch you've wounded my heart" gojo acting like he'soffended with his hands clutching on his chest "good morning, gojo" rolling your eyes.

gojo satoru the first time you met him was when you first step foot into this school it was pretty awkward knowing you were only 15 and he was a bit more cold when you first met.

a year ago

its the first day you came into the jujutsu high

you finally finished unpacking walking outside of your dorm trying to find the exit so your teacher can shows you around the school

but luck is not on your side today cause it was pouring rain and that leaves you stuck in an empty building or so you thought until you heard a faint footsteps echoing through the hallways

what was that?

you see a tall figure from the distance walking towards you.

you wanted to run but your whole body feel frozen its like your feet are stuck on the pavement.

as the figure become closer to you

"AAAHHHH!!" you screamed closing your eyes in fears

and nothing happened

slowly you opening up your eyes expecting something scary but instead you locked eyes with a boy about the same age as you wearing a sunglasses on looking at you confused "why the fuck did you screamed? do i look like a bad guy to you?"

thank fuck you thought to yourself

theres an obvious thick tension in the air "sooo... you come here often?" trying to make a small talk with the boy standing right in front of you "yeah im a student here" he answered dryly looking out to the window "cool cool cool cool" you murmured

you look at his side profile damn this boy is so pretty how can someone looks this pretty ? then someone interrupted your train of thoughts "stop staring at me. what the fuck do you want?" he asked sounding pissed.

you lean in a bit closer holding your own hands behind your back "oh sorry- i didn't mean to- i was just wondering... why are you wearing a sunglasses when its dark out?" tilting your head to the side staring up at him waiting for a reply from the white haired boy.

he felt heat creeping up to his cheeks what the fuck is he feeling? he's not used to this "none of your damn business" he turns around walking away from you making his way towards his own room leaving you all alone in the dark hallway

#gojou x y/n #gojou x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojou fluff #gojo angst #gojo smut #gojo saturo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x you

[samanthadalton]

Request, Mc is on lockdown and Blaine invites her over for beers and much more😏

loved this idea hope you enjoy it, whomever you may be👀👀

f!mc (Kennedy) x f!blaine

NSFW so reader discretion is advised (also im not that good at smut im sorry) 

tag list: @alleycat97 @cloud9in @blaine-hayes

this is my first time writing for Blaine so i’m sorry if it’s bad

wordcount: 2.1k 

Under the stars

Kennedy huffs, exasperated as she lays in her solitary confinement as she liked to call it (but really it’s her bedroom). Because being locked away in her bedroom away from her social life at Vancross was like a mental prison, and her mom was the warden, controlling her freedom. Ever since Winston had offered for Kennedy to date one of her classmates, she had a weird pit in her stomach that made her feel queasy. What makes matters worse, is that she had been avoiding Blaine at all costs, on campus, in class, anywhere where there were prying eyes. Because the last thing she wanted was Blaine’s name being dragged through the mud, no matter how persistent Blaine was in proclaiming she was in the photo.

A small knock at the door breaks Kennedy out of her reverie as she calls out, “come in!” Dionne enters clutching her phone, her expression giddy.

“I have a certain someone on the phone for you,” she whispers animatedly, as she waves the phone in Kennedy’s face.

Kennedy smiles as she plucks the phone from Dionne’s hand and puts it to her ear, “hey you.”

Over the line she hears Blaine’s low voice, “hey Rutherland.” Kennedy feels her heart beating in her chest faster and harder, as she hears Blaine’s voice. “Did you miss me?”

“Like crazy.” Blaine lets out a small chuckle. “So what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to have a drink with me?”

“I don’t think mom would appreciate me leaving my dorm to have a drink with my sworn enemy.”

“So we’re back on what mommy says?” Blaine teases, Kennedy can practically hear her smiling over the phone.

“It’s not like that. This picture is literally destroying my mom’s campaign, she’s practically keeping me locked in my room.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to enjoy these beers all on my own.” Blaine sighs exaggeratingly, “oh and you’ll miss the surprise I had for you too.”

Kennedy raises an eyebrow, curious, “surprise? What is it?”

“Not really much of a surprise if I tell you Rutherland. Guess you’ll have to come here if you want to find out.”

“And where exactly is here?”

“I’m afraid that’s classified until you agree to come.”

Kennedy looks back at Dionne who practically has stars in her eyes, as she watches the interaction between Kennedy and Blaine. “Dionne if I-”

Not even letting her finish Dionne nods her head pushing Kennedy towards her closet, “yep done. I’ll cover for you, now go meet your girl.” Dionne squeals as she takes the phone from Kennedy’s hand, placing it to her own ear, “Kennedy’s coming, now where is she meeting you?” After giving the location Dionne helps Kennedy help ready before helping sneak out of her bedroom window, just as the sun is beginning to set. “So you’ll be going to the art building, if you turn left and walk down the pathway, you’ll see a small alleyway and if you walk through there and then turn right, there art building will be there. There should be a set of stairs at the back of the building, Blaine said she left the door unlocked for you.”

Kennedy nods, resolute, “okay. Thank you for this Dionne.”

“Don’t thank me, just know I’m expecting details later though.”

Kennedy climbs not so gracefully out of her window, careful not to alert Tatum with his super sharp bodyguard senses as she follows Dionne’s instructions. Once she reaches the building, she pulls the handle, and makes her way to the rooftop and when she reaches it, she gasps as she lays eyes on Blaine. Blaine stands at the edge of the rooftop and in the middle is a carefully laid out picnic blanket with candles surrounding it with a few blankets and pillows, as well as a cooler and a basket of food. Kennedy turns to Blaine, admiration swelling in her eyes, “you did all of this for me?”

“Of course I did Rutherland.” She passes Kennedy a beer, clinking her bottle with hers before taking her hand and leading her onto the blanket.

“So is this our thing? Breaking into places we’re not meant to be in and drinking beers?”

Blaine gives Kennedy a sweet smile, “it could be if you want it too.”

“I do,” Kennedy replies softly.

“Careful Rutherland, some might think I’m leading you to the dark side if you keep rebelling like that.”

“Maybe I’m sick of everyone controlling my life and want to just do something I want.”

Blaine laughs, “it was that mentality that got you into this scandal in the first place.” Blaine smiles but catches Kennedy’s demeanour deflating slightly, “hey Kennedy I was kidding.”

“I know,” Kennedy stares down at the bottle in her hand, slightly swinging the bottle back and forth in her hand, “it’s just Winston has been on my ass about damage control and nothing seems to be working.”

Blaine nonchalantly shrugs, “take it from someone who has been in countless scandals, it will eventually blow over, you just gotta let it play out and soon everything will be back to normal.” Blaine downs the rest of her drink before reaching into the cooler for another, “come on Rutherland, you’re falling behind.” Kennedy senses the challenge in Blaine’s tone, as she downs her entire drink in one giant swig, slightly wincing once she’s done as the acid reflux hits her. “You good?”

Kennedy triumphantly wipes her mouth with her hand, “pass me another.” The girls drink for a while, stopping every now and then to eat whatever food Blaine had packed in her basket but as the sun fully sets, darkening the night sky, Kennedy cranes her head up, her expression sobering.

“Rutherland?” Kennedy hums non committedly, “Kennedy.” Blaine says a little louder, tearing Kennedy out of her thoughts, “you okay?”

“Yeah I’m just thinking.”

“Care to share?” Blaine wiggles her eyebrows as she moves closer to the girl, wrapping her arm around her. Kennedy rests her head on her shoulder, before sighing heavily.

“Winston came up with an idea that might help me clean up my image.”

“What is it?”

“He wants me to date one of our classmates.” Kennedy feels Blaine freezing for a moment, before her hand warmly rubs at the exposed skin on Kennedy’s side. 

“Do you know who?”

Kennedy shakes her head, “not yet. But is that okay with you?” Kennedy lifts her head up, to gaze into Blaine’s eyes.

“Sure, you do what you have to do for your mom,” Blaine gives Kennedy a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, but Kennedy can see the sadness swimming beneath them.

“You know I only want you.”

“Geez Rutherland, don’t sound so desperate,” Blaine’s taunts, resulting in Kennedy nudging Blaine with her shoulder.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” Blaine retorts, a confident smirk on her face. Kennedy takes on the challenge capturing Blaine in a long kiss. Blaine snakes her arm around Kennedy, pulling her closer, as her kisses grow hungrier, as she also devours Kennedy’s lips.

“Now who’s desperate?” Kennedy teases, breaking her kiss, letting her thumb trail the bad girl’s bottom lip. Blaine opens her mouth slightly, sucking on the tip of Kennedy’s thumb, letting it go with a satisfying pop. A devilish smirk appears on her face, as she watches Kennedy’s mouth hang open, dumbstruck.

“You were saying?” Blaine, cups the back of Kennedy’s lips and kisses her with dangerous recklessness. She peppers kisses up to Kennedy’s jaw and Kennedy feels her eyes rolling to the back of her head, once Blaine starts nibbling on her earlobe.

“Blaine…” she whimpers as she feels Blaine smiling against her neck.

“Do you like that?”

Kennedy nods aggressively, “don’t stop.” Something in Blaine seems to ignite, watching Kennedy unfold for her, and as kisses Kennedy ravenously, trying to set alight the fire inside of her. Kennedy moans into Blaine’s mouth, as their tongue’s tangle together, desire pooling in her body. Blaine slowly begins pushing Kennedy down on the blanket, until her head is resting on her pillow, she hooks her hands underneath Kennedy’s thighs spreading them, before pulling her closer. Kennedy gazes into the bad girl’s eyes, assessing the intensity in them as Blaine leans down whispering into her ear.

“Do you want me to stop?” Her hands tighten around Kennedy’s thighs, and Kennedy gulps heavily, her chest rising and falling faster, unable to keep her desire in check.

“No.”

Blaine pulls her head back slightly meeting Kennedy’s eyes, her voice low and soft, “if you want me to stop at any point you just tell me okay?”

Blaine slowly begins pulling Kennedy out of her clothes until she’s laying her fully nude. Blaine follows suit undressing herself while maintaining eye contact with Kennedy catching her every reaction, watching the hunger in her eyes intensify as she takes off more of her clothing. Under the night sky, Kennedy and Blaine’s bodies look like they’re glowing under the dim moonlight, their features only being accentuated by the shine of the stars. Blaine presses her lips to Kennedy’s chest, kissing and sucking around the apex of her breasts. She lightly begins kneading one of her breasts with one hand, her fingers slightly pinching the top, while she works wonders on the other, letting her tongue run all over it, as she softly sucks and nibbles, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Kennedy. Blaine smirks and begins kissing down her stomach, feeling the goosebumps across her skin as the cold night air, delicately hitting their skin, Once she reaches her inner thigh, Blaine hooks her hand under Kennedy’s knee, placing her leg over her shoulder. Kennedy looks down to see the want in Blaine’s eyes, blazing right through her. Tantalizingly, Blaine puts her lips on her inner thigh, languidly running her tongue up and down. Kennedy digs her heel into Blaine’s shoulder slightly, indicating for her to continue pleasuring her instead of playing games but Blaine can’t help but draw out the foreplay longer. She sits up and begins kissing from the ankle of Kennedy’s leg that’s hooked around her shoulder, and begins kissing upwards until her lips are ghosting around her inner thigh.

“Please,” Kennedy croaks out, her panting becoming heavily as she squeezes her eyes shut.

Blaine smirks as she presses her tongue against Kennedy’s sensitive spot, and Kennedy immediately bucks her hips up in response. “You seem pretty desperate to me,” Blaine whispers as she runs her tongue over Kennedy’s folds once again. She begins sucking softly at her button, sending tingles up Kennedy’s spine as her fingers join her tongue. She begins circling her clit with her thumb as she laps at her entrance with her tongue, evoking a series of moans and groans from the girl. “God you taste so good.” She places two fingers into Kennedy’s entrance and begins to slowly pump them in and out. Kennedy props up on her elbows watching Blaine fuck her as her hip moving along with her fingers, only deepening the friction bringing her more pleasure. She throws her head back, gasping heavily, feeling her body tightening up as Blaine pumps more intensely, fucking the complete oblivion out of her.

She lets out a series of strangled moans, her voice becoming hoarse, as her entrance contracts against Blaine’s fingers indicating she’s close. Blaine brings her tongue back into the mix, licking up the juices around her fingers, and even after Kennedy comes, she continues fucking her, letting her ride of every wave of her orgasm. Kennedy’s legs begin shaking slightly, and Blaine wraps her arms around them, holding them in place as she continues eating her out, tasting the evidence of Kennedy’s desire which only seems to spur her on more. Eventually Kennedy flops down, exhausted, and Blaine delicately places her legs down, and crawls on top of her, giving her one final long kiss before collapsing down next to her.

“That was…” Kennedy bites her lips, still breathless from the ordeal as she snuggles into Blaine’s side.

“Yeah..” Blaine kisses the crown of Kennedy’s head, as her eyes stare into the night sky, her head full of thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” Kennedy mumbles into her neck.

“Us.” Kennedy sighs heavily before turning to meet Kennedy’s eyes, her face slightly falling. “I- I really like you Kennedy and I don’t want stupid trashy tabloids ruining whatever comes for us. I already had one relationship destroyed by them, I won’t let them ruin you too.” Blaine’s voice comes out gruff, low but filled with intensity.

Kennedy shakes her head slightly, “I like you too Blaine, I won’t let anyone ruin this. Not the paps, not my mom, not this stupid feud, nothing.” Kennedy presses a sweet but gentle kiss against her lips.

Blaine sighs deeply, “I guess you should be going. Dionne can’t stall for that long.”

“I don’t think I can walk right now. Besides,” she presses her body closer to Blaine’s as Blaine tightens her hold around her, “I would rather stay out here with you.”

#playchoices #choices foreign affairs #blaine x mc #blaine hayes #f!blaine #f!blaine x mc #hope you guys enjoy it 😭 #again i’m not that good at smut so

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In Defense of Pepto Bismol

Pairing: Dallas Winston x OFC

Summary: Dally comes to the rescue during Kennedy’s late night shift at The Dingo

Length: 1305 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Creepy old men, harassment 

A/N: I write a lot of Outsiders stuff with this character and figured I’d actually just post it here and on AO3. I don’t think I’ll ever get around to finishing the full story, but maybe. 

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"You look hot in the uniform," Dallas Winston complimented me from his table as I cleaned the booth next to him. Getting my mom to agree to let me work at the Dingo wasn't easy, but it was so worth it. Nothing beat having extra cash and finally getting to do something other than watching Flipper on TV. It didn't hurt that I got to know most of the Greasers in my East Side neighborhood either, Dallas and Sylvia, who I thought was his girlfriend, included. 

"Really? Because I feel like a bottle of Pepto-Bismol," I cringed and looked down at my pink uniform. 

"But a hot bottle of Pepto-Bismol," he pointed out, making me laugh. 

"Just what every girl wants to hear," I told him as a customer came in. He was older, needed a shave, and was likely a truck driver just passing through. I greeted him and told him to grab a table. 

"Sounds good," He muttered and stumbled to a booth. Ugh, I hated the drunk ones. Dallas offered me a cigarette, but I declined and promised to continue our discussion of attractive over the counter meds later. 

"How are you tonight, sir?" I asked our tipsy guest. 

"Good...now," he ground the words out. No Greaser would ever be able to live up to the slimy feeling this sleaze managed to give me as he looked me over. It made me wish our uniforms were a little longer and sent a shiver down my spine. Looking around, I became increasingly aware that the Dingo was only hosting a couple sitting in the corner and Dallas. Rufus in the kitchen and I were the only workers.

"Great, what can I get you?" I proceeded and answered questions he had about the menu that were too simple to be anything but a reason to keep me in front of him.

"Say, how old are you," he questioned, cutting me off as I told him our soup specials.

"Sixteen," I lied. I always said I was sixteen when I forgot to put on the cheap little ring one of the other waitresses kept under the cash register. You were either underaged or married when old men tried to pick you up. It didn't always work, but sometimes it did the trick. The man nodded slowly.

"Shame," He grunted.

"Look, do you have an idea of what you'd want," I asked again. We'd now been talking long enough that even Dallas was monitoring.

"Truthfully pretty girl, all I want is you," he told me, reaching out and stroking my thigh.

"Please don't touch me," I stuttered as he stood. He reached out again to tuck my hair behind my ear, but I smacked his hand.

"Hey," Dallas yelled and stomped his way over.

"Just making small talk with the little lady," the man slurred. Everything happened so quickly. The sleazy old man pulled me to him by the waist. There was no hesitation between Dallas finally reaching us and the swing of his fist that sent the slimy mongrel to the floor. I hate to admit it, but I did let out a yelp of surprise but also pain when the man landed on my foot. 

"Don't fucking put your hands on her," Dallas threatened.

"Hey!" Rufus yelled from the kitchen. Rufus was as protective of the waitresses as anyone. Still, he was known for throwing out Greasers at the slightest hint of trouble. I turned to Dallas in surprise. Dallas moved towards the man again, but I stood in front of him, putting my hands on his chest. 

"You have to go," I told Dallas, pushing him towards the door as Rufus came around the back. "I don't want you getting in trouble." 

When my shift ended half an hour later, I was surprised to see Dallas smoking up against Buck's T-Bird. It wasn't an unusual sight to behold. Every now and again, Buck would lend Dallas the T-Bird and not so subtly suggest that Dallas practice being a good samaritan by picking me up from work. 

"So do you just go around punching men twice your age, or was that just for me?" I pulled out my own cigarette, and, as a gentleman, Dallas was right there to light it for me. 

"I just really like Pepto-Bismol," he shrugged.

We headed towards my house, and I let the shifting patterns of the street lights calm me a little. I told Dallas I wouldn't be much fun to do anything but go home. He told me to stop calling him Dallas and start saying 'Dally' instead, and that he had every intention of just getting me back. We were washed in red light at the stoplight, so I figured it was a good time to ask, 

"How's Sylvia?"

"I wouldn't know. That broad is," Dallas took a long drag and shook his head, "She's no good. Had to drop her." 

"And when was this," I asked while reaching up and pulling my hair out of its ponytail. 

"I don't know, two weeks ago, or something like that."

"You don't sound too heartbroken." 

"Why would I be? If I was looking for a broad to two times me every second of every day, she'd be the one," he scoffed. "What about that soc you were caught up with?"

"It was one date. He hasn't been in school for a bit, so I haven't gotten a chance to see him much," I said with a shrug. 

"You really like trash like that? The madras get you going?" 

"Hey now," I laughed. "He's kind of charming. I figured I would give him a chance."

"And?"

"And I think leather jackets are a little bit cooler," I told him, smirking. Red turned to green, and we quietly moved forward. Dallas spoke up first. 

"You know there's a rodeo Saturday."

"I've heard." I nodded.

"You should stop by," he invited me casually. 

"Oh yeah?" 

I leaned back in my seat in thought and decided to ignore that he was about to pass the right turn onto my street for the second time.

"I'm riding. Doing a couple things actually," Dallas told me between incessant throat clearing. We pulled up to a stop near the lot where the roads were dead and turned to me. "So?"

"Of course," I nodded. Dallas pulled out a cigarette carton and offered me one. I shook my head but watched him light it. It was too close to bedtime for one of those. I did catch a look at his hand in the street light. "Geez, Dally," I started. 

"What," He asked with his first drag, and I grabbed his hand. It was already starting to bruise. "Oh, that's nothin, sweetheart."

"I suppose this is small-time stuff for a tough guy like you." 

I smiled softly and skimmed my fingertips over his lavender and red knuckles. With both hands holding his, I brought it up to my lips and kissed gently. "Thank you,"

"Don't mention it." 

His voice was the kind of raspy that could get a girl in trouble. Car headlights started coming closer from behind us. I turned forward, still holding his hand until it moved back to the steering wheel. It didn't take long before it found its way to my bare knee with my hand on placed softly on top. It was short-lived, though. I didn't live that far from The Dingo, after all. The porch light was on, and I knew my mom was by the window.

"Alright, I'll be there Saturday," I promised while unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Good, and we can do something after," He proposed, and I nodded.

"I'd really like that," I agreed. I kissed Dallas's hand again and slid out of the car. Who knew I'd be so excited to get involved with a Greaser?

#Dallas Winston #Dallas Winston Imagine #Dally Winston #Dally Winston Imagine #The Outsiders #The Outsiders Imagine #The Outsiders Fic #dallas winston x reader

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Making my heart race for 45 minutes every week season 17x5 or like everyone else likes to call it Grey's Anatomy.

"A VERY LONG BUT IMPROTANT PART TO READ BELOW."

Now before I get started I was idly scrolling through Instagram instead of studying like I was supposed to and I was recommended a Grey's Anatomy confession site to torture myself (because most of the time I feel irrationally sad after reading when I see my faves being bashed) and I was a good few confessions in when I noticed that someone had taken a part of lasts weeks review word for word and submitted it. I never really thought I would have to but I beg please don't do that. Confession sites tend to make my heart race and when I realized it was my words that were used I was already in the comments, none of my opinions in these are final so I'd rather not have my words posted anywhere else where people can't see the complete picture. Its definitely fine to use it as inspiration but Please do not post my reviews anywhere else, or at least ask first.

*Now finally onto the review*

All in all the episode was like I expected in terms of outcomes however Grey's has got to come up with another genetic disorder besides Alzheimers, because this is yet another doctor with the gene. Not much happened besides the main event so let's hope I don't talk all over myself again.

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Catherine Fox and Jackson Avery

Refuses to wear the mask like the pig headed woman she is. Her especially should take no risks because as it was pointed out in the episode she is immunocompromised. She didn't actually appear in person but I thought I would mention her part in the episode because it gave us Richard and Jackson scenes which I have grown to love and appreciate because they're always wholesome the one they had tonight on systematic racism was great and one that I hope managed to educate viewers on the situation. It's great to see Jackson have someone there who has a parent figure there to listen calmly. Catherine as great of a mother as she is in my opinion sometimes she can come across as an eccentric aunt. I'm glad Richad managed to tame the wildcat and convince her to wear a mask with his sexual promises. We've lost enough Grey Sloan staff and family from it so far.

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Meredith

A hopefully temporary resident at the fake beach where nothing is real. Unfortunately there were no new visitors at the beach. Like I stated last week, I'm not entirely sure if we'll see anymore of the greats such as Mark Sloan, Lexie ect but there's still a chance next week although it seems like she might be waking up, but like I always say with Grey's expect the unexpected She may or may not be out of the deep end yet but I'm just thankful for the few glimpses we got to see George and Derek grace our screens again the nostalgia was great. However as much as I enjoyed seeing them again, I want Meredith to wake up I miss her, she may not be as fun and quirky as she used to be in the earlier seasons but without her working in the hospital it's hard to deny that something's missing from the episodes.

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TEDDY / OWEN/ TOM

(Here we go again.) 😔

This triangle has been going strong for a long time almost too long, and once again they flipped the switch its always back and forth. A few episodes ago she was begging Owen for forgiveness and now she's telling Tom they have a future. I feel like she needs some time to process what she's really feeling most of the time it seems like she's confused and fair enough it all happened so fast the time between her being with Tom and Owen expressing his still lingering feelings to her but now she needs to make sure that the decision she makes now is the one she actually intends to stick with.

On another note Tom seems to be out of the woods, for now at least which is great when he asked for his son I was a little concerned for a bit I wasn't sure if he was really going to make it. He's a douche and a hard ass but he has the potential to have a great character development, so I'm glad he got another chance. And my comments about wanting Helm to be his new protege remains in that small scene they had last week something just clicked with me and there's also the fact that she wanted to treat him despite the risks.

Owen was here as a filler basically, and to reinforce the love triangle again.

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Jo Wilson

Is thinking of switching specialties, if Ben can do it like changing sweaters why can't she switch? I do think it will be a good fit for her the way she has been fawning over the babies of recent it was either that or give her one of her own which in my opinion I don't think she's ready for. But even in all of the excitement I can't help but think that she's only looking at the cupcake and rainbow side for now because although it's awesome being the first one to hold the babies and everything, not every delivery goes well sometimes the babies don't make it or in other cases the mothers die I hope she's ready to face that side of the package as well.

Just mentioning as well that I love the friendship between her and Schmitt. It was an unexpected but pleasant pairing one of which I'm looking forward to seeing more of in the long run.

On the other hand if Jo switches this gives us more of a chance to see Carina as well because she was signed on a a series regular yet we don't get to see her enough except for on Station 19 and on there she's only Maya's girlfriend. I hope it changes soon and they give her more of a plot or something.

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Amelia/Link

Not much relationship content other than Link finding out about her and Koracick's fling and he took her going into the hospital before the end of her maternity leave quite well. They are one of the healthier relationships in Grey's. Right now at least things always get trickier later.

I'm glad she went in though it let Koracick know that he still had people who care about him and she managed to make Teddy who everyone was treating like garbage as well feel a little better.

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Maggie

No Winston today but we got a lot of Maggie content which was great. She was the moral support once again but today I was fine with it I always enjoy her moments with Bailey and at least she was able to be there for her seeing that Ben was MIA and Webber was busy taking care of her patients along with Jackson. Once again a very needed conversation between her and Bailey and I loved that she still went to comfort her despite the fact that rehashing her own mother's death had to be painful to do.

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Bailey

(Thanks for ruining My Girl for me Grey's now instead of feeling happy I'll forever think of Bailey saying goodbye to her mother.)

We all know that whenever Bailey starts spouting out her feelings and asking for help and advice things are about to go down.

Before we get completely into it I'd just like to express my disappointment in the fact that Ben literally dropped everything took the aid car to save his in laws no questions asked then dropped off his mother in law at the hospital with Covid and left his wife who has anxiety without even checking in. I know he's a first responder as well and he isn't allowed into the hospital that easily either but geeze no other phone calls or messages to check in?. He better have been stuck putting out a huge fire or something equally as bad, besides being him being hurt himself at least.

Another foot note to appreciate Bailey primping before her facetiming with Ben. Go get it hun. Their relationship be cute as usual.

Then the big revel her, mother has dementia, yet another doctor with the alzheimers gene. The moment between her and Meredith was heartwarming to be honest it's a foreign thing seeing them so close and having life conversations still but it's something I hope we get to see often they've had them as semi rivals/ semi friends long enough.

It was hard to see her have to say goodbye and the fact that her father couldn't be there to tell his wife any final words and be there to hold her as she passed made it worse, his wife that he was married to and loved for so long had to die without the comfort of her husband by her side and her daughter could barely hold her hand because of the bulk of her suit, then one of the saddest parts was that she possibly didn't even know what was happening to her. But thankfully Bailey could have been there to sing to her and keep her calm, a lot of people don't even get that much of a chance during the pandemic their loved ones die alone.

The moment I saw the conversation with her dad and the way she was only half listening I knew she was going to blame herself at some point over what happened, it remains to be seen if Maggie's speech worked or if she's going to continue to blame herself. Like I stated before I love the conversation her and Maggie had. One of the reasons why I haven't stepped off the Grey's Carousel is because they touch on topics that others don't cross they aren't afraid to touch the important and controversial things.

I was too being sad over her mothers death at first but I also want to talk about her and Webber's friendship he immediately postponed everything to be there for her, he took over her workload and still made sure he was there in time to be there and support her when she watched her mother flat line.

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The pandemic has always been real to me but somehow seeing the names of those that passed at the end was surreal I found myself just staring at the screen for a few minutes later reflecting on everything.

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Next week is the winter finale and I have no idea how it could get anymore dramatic than it already is. There's been so much already but Grey's always manages to surprise me. Then after that episode it's back to nothing until March 😭😭😭.

#grey s anatomy #greys anatomy #grey's spoilers #grey's anatomy #greys abc #grey's abc #greys season 17 #grey's season 17 #miranda bailey #meredith grey #owen hunt #teddy altman #jo wilson #amelia shepherd #levi schmitt #richard webber #jackson avery #catherine fox #tv characters #favorite tv shows #tv shows #greys spoilers

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Ladybugs and leaves

@renegadesnet event 4: osby october 

↪ [ SoulmateAU: In this universe anything you write on your skin will appear on the skin of your soulmate. ]

AO3

Hello, everybody!!! I know october it’s almost over skjdfhskjd but I wanted to contribute to Osby October:’) I’ve never written a soulmateAU so I was a little bit nervous sdfhksdfks but I ended up liking this, hope you like it too. 

Tag list: @nodrianbcyes @dawniebb @healing-winston-pratt @alecjamesartino @everyone-has-a-nightmare @humonsimp-official @treaclesquirrel @novas-egg-beater (tell me if you want in!)

Oscar's arm began to tickle.

At first, he thought it was the crumbs of food on his bed. His mom had told him to wash his sheets before she went out to run some errands, but Oscar had been watching cartoons in his room, eating the last bag of chips.

When he looked at his arm, he realized it wasn’t crumbs.

Someone was drawing ladybugs on his arm.

And that someone was his soul mate.

Oscar wasn’t especially interested in ladybugs. But it wasn't like he disliked them either. He had heard that if a ladybug landed on him, it was a sign of good luck. It had never happened to him.

But, hey, maybe that was his lucky day.

He reached into a can filled with colored pens that he kept on his desk. He finally chose a green gel pen that had a small dinosaur on the tip.

He drew some leaves around the ladybugs. Out of nowhere, they stopped showing up.

Had he scared off his soulmate?

But— but he was giving the ladybugs little leaves to eat. Perhaps he had not made that detail clear enough...

So, he drew arrows pointing to the leaves and wrote:

Dinner is served.

His soulmate still didn't respond.

Oscar was not going to give up.

He made a text bubble to one of the ladybugs.

Thank you very much for the food, good sir.

And his soulmate finally said, Hahaha

Was that a sarcastic laugh or a real laugh?

Glad to know my soulmate has a sense of humor.

More ladybugs.

Geez, the cousins from the south arrived. How are we going to feed them? his soulmate wrote.

Oscar had little experience with large families. He knew nothing about how to deal with that scenario. So he decided to improvise.

We go to the feast… on our thighs.

Oscar lifted the shorts he was wearing and drew more leaves.

HEY HEY HEY, wrote his soulmate on his forearm.

Oscar panicked. And was kind of hurt. Not because of his soulmate's reaction, but because they have written those words a little too hard. WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?

YOU CAN'T WRITE THERE.

Frick. Of course, of course. How hadn’t he thought of that? The thighs were a… delicate part of the body. He should have understood better.

You're right. Forgive me... miss? Mister?

Was his soulmate a girl or a boy?

Miss. I’m a girl. Are you a boy?

Good to know. It would be all right if his soulmate was a boy though.

No, I'm an alien.

He liked to imagine his soulmate laughing like crazy from her respective home. Oscar considered himself hilarious.

Or so his mother had told him.

“Girls want someone handsome, but above all who makes them laugh. And you, my son, have both.”

And moms never lied. And his mom lied even less.

I have no problem with you being an alien. We’d have a very interesting dynamic.

Can you imagine an alien being a Renegade?

The girl took her sweet time answering.  Are you a Renegade?

Oscar thought about lying. He  really  thought about it. Perhaps that would make him more attractive to her. Girls liked superheroes, right?

(He had no idea what girls liked. A boy would have been easier.)

However, Oscar didn't want to start… whatever that was with lies.

No. But soon. I'll go to the trials.

Then he realized that perhaps she had asked him not because she found superhero attractive, but because she was a citizen who hated prodigies.

You?

What ?

He held his pen tighter.

Awkward. Oscar was starting to feel awkward. Nothing .

I will also go to the trials.

He felt like he could breathe again.

So… she was also a prodigy. Not that he would mind if she weren’t.

His soulmate was going to be the girl of his dreams. With or without superpowers.

Will I see you there then?

Of course!

What beautiful handwriting she had. It was very round and small, almost slightly cursive. What would she think of Oscar's calligraphy?

Or worse, what would she think of Oscar himself?

God, having a soulmate was complicated.

How will I know who you are?

Will you tell me who you are?

Oscar thought about it. No, he answered at the end.

He only did it because he wanted to add a little bit of mystery. Girls liked mysterious boys...

Didn't they?

Then neither will I. And she drew one more ladybug.

They spent the rest of the afternoon writing on their bodies. By dinner time, Oscar was running out of places to draw leaves. His mother scolded him for not washing the sheets as she ordered. Then, she told him he should take a shower. What Mrs. Silva didn't know was that after that shower, Oscar had more space to continue writing to his soulmate until late into the night.

How weird it would be to see her without knowing who she was. But he was not discouraged.

If everything was like the love stories he had heard in the past, he would know who she was when he saw her.

***

The trials arrived. Oscar was extremely nervous. There were many other boys like him, maybe a little older or younger, with powers that actually intimidated him. He didn't want to show it, of course, so he walked as upright as he could and smiled at anyone who crossed his path.

Especially the girls. Because any girl there could be his soulmate.

He sat down in one of the chairs to wait for his turn. At his left, there was a girl with a red blouse and hair dyed with white streaks, tied in two ponytails. Oscar was waiting to make eye contact with her when he noticed that a ladybug flew off and landed on her shoulder.

Was it that girl's lucky day?

Or was she his soulmate?

#renegades #archenemies #supernova #renegades trilogy #renegadesnet #oscar silva #ruby tucker #osby #my headcanon is that oscar is pansexual (? #fight me??? #obsi's writs #ladybugs and leaves

[healing-winston-pratt]

I hope you don’t mind if I fangirl for a bit? Okay, well, for starters, AFLSKHFKGLSD!! YOUR ART. I’m literally obsessed with your art style, its SO CUTE OMG- I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW EXPRESSIONS?? THE SMILES?? ARE ADORABLE JSDJFKLS?? I’ve actually only read the first Renegades book but your renegades art is just *perfection*. YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN MY FACE WHEN I SAW THE WINSTON BACKGROUNDS YOU DID I FELL IN LOVE! The way you draw him is just so cute!! Your art just made my whole year fhjdks <33

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Geez I don't know where to start :""")

IN THIS BLOG WE ENCOURAGE ASKS SO, FIRST OF ALL, TYSM FOR TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE THIS 💖💖💖💖💖

AND OMG I FEEL SO FLATTERED I SWEAR

Like, gotta confess that my expressions are what I'm the most proud about my drawings :""") I know they might not be a big thing but I like them, AND SEEING THAT U LIKE THEM TOO AODKSOSNDOAJSOANSOSJSO

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So, thank you so, SO much for all of this :""") 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 I wish you only the best!!!

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[keanureevesisbae]

“One cappuccino and chocolate brownie, please” - Chapter 12

Summary: Darcie Angel is thirty years old and owner of the famous cafe “The Coffee Cup” in New York City. She is known for her sweet smile and her amazing customer service. For six months now, John Wick has visited her cafe every day, earning himself a table that is always reserved for him. Darcie can’t stop thinking about him and when he asks her out one day, her dreams are finally coming true. But will it last?

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: None

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‘Miss Angel,’ Tina, Greg’s girlfriend says, ‘where is your boyfriend?’

It has been four days since I stormed out of John’s house and since he hasn’t come to the cafe, I haven’t seen him since. I still didn’t have the heart to remove the reserved sign, because no one can replace John.

‘Yeah,’ Roger says, ‘we haven’t seen him in days and to be honest, you look kind of miserable.’

‘Geez, thanks Roger,’ I huff, placing the tray on their table, ‘you really know how to cheer a woman up.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, ‘but you barely smile anymore. We’re worried.’

‘It’s nothing serious. We just got into an argument. That happens in relationships, no matter how old you are.’ I sigh deeply, thinking about his lovely smile when he sees me again. ‘Besides, some relationships aren’t meant to last forever and maybe this one belongs to that category. I’ll get over it.’ I place my hand on Roger’s shoulder and say: ‘If you kids need anything else, just let me know.’

‘You could give me mister John’s address, so I can go there after school to beat him up.’

Greg rolls his eyes. ‘Like you would stand a chance against him.’ He has placed his arm around Tina’s shoulder and I’m really happy to see him this blissful and content. ‘Thank you, miss Angel.’

‘You’re welcome.’

I go back to the register and while I’m cleaning up the machines, I can’t help but stare at another young couple. Today, and the days before that, the cafe seems to be filled with couples in love. Normally I couldn’t care less, I even liked it a bit, but right now, I want to kick them all out. Only pathetic single losers allowed in my cafe.

I did tell Jennie and Raye about the whole assassin thing and I could’ve known that Raye would find the whole thing insanely hot. She kept saying how romantic it was when he said he would get out for me.

For us.

I mean, she’s right, but I keep thinking about how dangerous it is on the other hand. Every time he kills someone, he angers a family, friends and loved ones. What if they come after him?

What if they come after me, my friends or Tiki?

The door opens and secretly I hope it’s John, but it’s the UPS guy, with a brown package in his hands. I walk up to the register and he places the package in front of me. ‘Miss Darcie Angel?’ he asks.

I nod. ‘That’s me.’

‘Could you sign here, please?’

I give the man my signature and thank him. It is addressed to me—and not the cafe—and I open up the package. It’s a pink book. I open it to the first page and I gasp when I read what’s on there.

It’s Bridge to Terabithia, but underneath the title, I see a stamp.

Bound by John Wick

Tears fill in my eyes. I remember him telling me he bounded book as a side job and what seems like a long time ago, he did ask me about my favorite book. I forgot I told him about it.

A piece of paper slips out. I quickly pick it up, before Tiki can destroy it.

Dear Darcie,

I’m sorry for what happened the other day. I really hoped you didn’t have to find out about this and especially not the way you did. I hoped that I could get out and start my new life with you. I was and still am ready to start over again.

I’m close to officially being out and maybe after that, I’ll visit your cafe. Maybe for the last time, because I would totally understand if you don’t want anything to do with me.

But I need to say properly goodbye to you then.

You changed me. Everything I told you over the past few weeks, I meant it. After Helen, I never thought I would start over with someone, but your cafe and you just showed me that even someone like me could get a second chance.

My last and final job will be tonight. I understand if you can’t forgive me, but I would really appreciate it, if you gave me another chance.

I know I told you this before, but I really need you to know this: The man you got to know, is the man who I truly am.

I love you, Darcie and I always will. You are the love of my life and you will stay the love of my life forever.

Please give Tiki a kiss from me.

Lots of love,

John

‘Come here,’ Raye says, pulling me to the kitchen. ‘Ellie, I’ll be right back,’ she tells our young employee. ‘What did you get?’

I show her the book and the letter and only after Jennie wraps her arms around my shoulders, I realize that I’m crying.

I feel Tiki’s paws against prick in my legs. Raye picks her up. ‘You go home,’ she tells me. ‘Take Tiki out for a walk and then after work, Jen and I will bring you chocolate, wine and we’ll talk, so you might feel better, okay?’

⟢⟡⟣

Poor Tiki, I took her for a three hour walk and the only reason we went home, was because I was starving. I eat some leftover curry from yesterday and sit in front of my picture wall. John insisted on filling up this wall with tons of pictures of us.

Since I’m really particular about the pictures I want, I only hung up two so far.

One is a picture I made of him and Tiki. We took her out for a walk and since Tiki kept pulling the leash, John ran after her. Once he got out of breath, he laid down flat in the grass. Tiki jumped on his chest and he let her lick his face. I had to take a picture of this, to make sure I get to remember this moment. The way he loves my dog, I hardly think he was real.

The second picture was when we went out for dinner, on our fourth date. I was wearing a blush colored dress, that was midi length and hugged my figure in all the right spots. John asked Hugo if he would take a picture of us and I never knew that Hugo is a true photographer. He even laid down flat on his stomach, to make the best picture of us.

I sigh deeply.

I really miss him. I miss his morning text and his confused look when I ask him to take a picture of me. ‘But why?’ he would ask.

‘So I can post it.’ I would bite my bottom lip and add: ‘On the Instagram.’

I open up his letter again, so I can read it over and over again. I love him so much.

My friends barge through the door. ‘Stop the pity party, Darcie Angel,’ Raye yells. ‘We are going to change in our pajamas, eat chocolate and drink wine.’

‘Do we really have to?’

‘Yes, sweetheart, because when we eat the chocolate, and drink some wine, we’re going to have a long talk.’

Jennie walks up to me and says: ‘You really need to think about this situation.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you’re miserable.’ Raye walks up to my kitchen. Just now I realize they are already wearing their pajamas. ‘Go change into your pj’s and join us.

Five minutes later, we’re all dressed in matching pajamas, a tartan pajama set that we bought together a few years ago. Jennie has the blue one, Raye has the yellow one and I have the pink one. ‘After reading that letter,’ Raye says, ‘and having to witness your disgustingly cute behavior on almost a daily basis, it is really obvious that this man loves you.’

‘But he is a killer,’ I say.

‘Have you ever felt not safe with him?’ Jennie asks. She doesn’t give me time to answer, because she continues: ‘Have you ever not felt loved? Did he literally threw Eric in his own mess and pushed him out of the door, because he was protecting you? Does he really love your sweet little Tiki? Has he told you that he would get out for you? That the man you got to know, the man is who he truly is?’

She’s right though, I think to myself. It’s all true. John loved me in a way that no one has ever loved me before. All the things he did for me…

‘Has he fucked you that good that he made you orgasm twice in one session?’

‘Raye!’ I say.

‘Sorry, sorry, miss Prude. Has he made love to you that—’

‘Don’t finish that sentence,’ I interrupt her. Leave it to her to make it sexual. ‘God, I love him so much, but the assassin part… I can’t seem to forget that.’

‘When he got out for Helen,’ Jennie says, ‘he married her and they were together for five years. The woman got sick, but he didn’t leave her side. What does that tell you about him?’

Everything I need to know, basically.

‘What he had with her, a normal life, he wants that with you.’ Jennie grabs my hand. ‘He loves you so much and… I would hate it if it didn’t work out between the two of you.’

Raye scoots closer to me and says: ‘You want him to sit at that table. If you were really over him, you would’ve removed the reserved sign. You don’t want someone else to sit there. You want him.’

It’s true. I want him. I love him. With all my heart. I look over at Tiki, who has curled herself up in a shirt of John’s, one that he left here and one that I can’t seem to get rid off.

‘You guys are right,’ I say. ‘I only want him.’

‘It only took four days, a lovely letter and some wine,’ Raye says to Jennie, high fiving her in the progress.

‘But I won’t call him tonight, though,’ I say. ‘It’s his final job and I can’t just call him. I don’t want to distract him.’

‘But you’ll call him tomorrow, right?’ Raye asks, cocking an eyebrow.

‘I’ll call him tomorrow.’

As if on cue, my phone starts to ring.

‘Maybe it’s mister Mustang,’ Raye says, grabbing my phone. She checks my screen and furrows her brows. ‘Oh, unknown caller.’

‘Maybe it’s him though,’ Jennie says.

I grab my phone and answer. ‘Hello.’

‘Is this Darcie Angel?’ The man on the other end of the line sounds so polite. Almost a bit preppy.

‘Yes, this is her.’

‘My name is Winston, I own the Continental hotel. I’m calling on behalf of Jonathan Wick.’

That can’t be good, I think to myself. ‘Is he okay?’ I manage to ask, while my heart rate is out of the roof and my palms are all of the sudden really sweaty.

‘During is final… job, there have been some issues.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Miss Angel,’ Winston says, ‘Jonathan has been shot.’

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[i-dont-like-bullies]

Back to the future, footloose, the lost boys, drugstore cowboy and ghostbusters for the asks please! Hope you’re well 🥰

Hi Angelica!! I'm very good, thank you!! I hope you're doing great!! 💕 TYSM for asking, those are so fun!! ☺️

back to the future : which decade in the last century would you most have liked to live in? Probably the 50s! People seemed happier than ever, the fashion was really cute, the music was great... The drive-ins, the milkshakes... 😍 Though I would have a tough time being a perfect housewife! 😂

footloose: who did you last dance with? My son ☺️, we danced on Christmas music during the Holidays! 🎄

the lost boys: would you rather be immortal or objectively beautiful to everyone? Oh geez, being immortal is my nightmare, seeing everyone around you dying... 😭 So I'm gonna pick beautiful! 😅

drugstore cowboy: which historical figure most spikes your interest? OMG THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING QUESTION!!! I love Winston Churchill, Martin Luther King Jr, Robin Hood and Queen Victoria, among others!

ghostbusters: where were you when you watched your favourite movie for the first time? My 2 favorites movies are Forrest Gump, I was at my boyfriend's house (I think so!) and Fight Club, I was at my best friend's house, he made me watch it and it was a complete revelation! 😱

#thanks for asking #ask game #about me

[onlyborrowedmemes]

#we actually studied this book in english and it was alright and I was enjoying it until our shit teacher decided to just go ahead and tell #everyone how it ended even though she gave us a week left to finish reading it #again thanks to the aulds for like saving us cause without yall we would have failed english #meme #hsc #english #1984 #geez winston get a grip or something #the only book I enjoyed reading in senior english waz dracula and thats cause our teacher was an emo bitch and sleeping with students #yeah she did that good to get it off my chest

[nachohypno]

William and the demon Ch.2 - The demon reveals himself

That night, however, I heard someone entering my room by the window, I moved in my bed, trying to appear asleep. 

"I know you're awake, you snore when you sleep" Wait... what? I opened my eyes and there was Kevin! 

"What the hell? What are you doing here? How did you get in?" 

"Wow slow down, man! I just walked in through the front door, your mom opened" 

I looked at my clock next to my bed. "It's 3 AM! She's probably asleep right now!" Kevin laughed.

"Well, you got me there. Hehe. I don’t know why I thought that would be believable” He sat on my desk chair across the room. He was really chilled about the fact he just broke into my room, which made me a lot more uncomfortable with this situation as I was about to scream.

However, he started talking again. “Let me explain since the beginning, because this secret thing is driving me nuts. Thing is, I'm not actually human. I’m a demon, bro”

My eyes widened as he continued to talk like it was something normal "And before you start to scream or call for help, I'll tell you that I already made your family think that's not true and that we are best friends" Damn, I didn't stand a chance against him either, so I just sat in my bed and looked at him. Was he on drugs? He could be dangerous, and I was defenseless, in my underwear. I better play along

"Cool, glad you decided to not scream. Look at the good side, you've got a new demon best friend! Isn't that great?" 

"Man, it's scary as fuck. And what do you mean by ‘best friend’? I barely know you!" 

"It... has its advantages. I think I’ve already figured you out Will" 

"What do you mean with-" But he shushed me and continued.

"Well, us, demons, have the power to bend reality to our will, with limits of course but still we can have fun. Remember I told you I made your family think we're best friends? That was a little 'demonstration' " He laughed at his own pun.

"But, why me? What if I don't want to befriend you?" Then, realization hit me. “What did you do to Derek?!” 

He seemed to ignore my question "Man, others would die for the chance to befriend a demon (and they actually do), but what's fair is fair. Some high ranks demons wanted to have some fun with your class, but it appears that they couldn't mess with you to cause a... big disaster, for calling it some way" 

"What do you mean-" But he shushed me again. It was getting annoying, and I wanted to punch his face.  “No, you’re not going to shut me up. I want answers, right now!”

He sighed “Why humans have to be so nosy?”

“Excuse me? You’re messing 'supposedly' around with my friend; I have the right to know!”

“Alright. Let me explain what happened with Derek. He just… asked me a favor. He wanted to be as cool as I was, and I just gave him the perfect make over.” 

“But what about his personality? Did you… bent reality to change him?”

“DING DING DING! WE’VE GOT A WINNER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Will you let me explain now?” I sighed and nodded.

"Good. So, they sent me to investigate you, and that's boring man, not even I want to do it, so let's make my stay here more fun for both of us, alright?" He then extended his hand for a shake, I looked at him a bit confused 

"You promise you're not going to harm me, or my friends, in any way?" 

He lifted his other hand "Demon Scout promise" 

I still wasn't sure but I didn't think I have much more choice. I reached for his hand and gave it a shake. 

"Great! we'll start tomorrow, good night!" and then he jumped from the window. I quickly ran to it, just to see if he was fine, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Just a dream, maybe some hallucination. Yeah, I’m going crazy." I mumbled and went back to bed.

Next morning, my family seemed pretty normal. I asked mom if she heard something weird last night, but she didn’t. Maybe it was just my paranoia giving me a bad dream? Yeah, that must be it.

At school, I went to my locker to grab my books, but then Kevin appeared. "'Sup, bro? Ready to make some mischief?" 

I looked at him, surprised "Wait, so it wasn't a dream?" 

He sighed "You really are a slow one, aren't you? Look, I'm a real demon. Let me show you" and then he opened my locker and screams started to come out from it, all the students in the hallway looked at us until he closed it, then they continued to walk like nothing happened. 

"Look, Kevin, I don't want a demon around, man. It's just not cool. It's scary as fuck!" I whispered, still looking to the others.

He bursted out laughing "You talk like you do have a choice. Great joke, we have a deal. Come, I'll change your mind, if you still don't want me around then I’ll do my work without bothering you, alright?" 

I was really confused, and scared about what would he do, but I nodded and he grabbed my hand. We walked to the boy’s locker room, as the whole baseball team was changing. 

"C'mon, pick one, buddy" Said Kevin. It seemed like no one could see us, because the guys passed besides me like I wasn’t actually there, like there was nobody besides them in the locker room.

“Why would I pick one?” I asked Kevin, as another baseball stud passed at my side.

“Oh. My. Satan. You’re so slow man, I’ll do it for you” He stared at me, like yesterday in class, then mumbled a “done”.

The demon guy disappeared in a second. I was now confused, worried, and probably going crazy. But just as quickly as he vanished, Kevin returned, and this time he was with someone.

Tyler, one of the baseball guys, light brown short hair and a handsome, masculine face with brown eyes. He was on my class and sometimes we got paired together to do some projects, but nothing too important.

Kevin patted his back “C’mon Ty, say what you wanted to tell him” The jock was blushing, then he grabbed my hands.

“Hey Will, mind if you come over to my house after school? I’ve got something important to ask you” said Tyler with an emotionless face, it was… totally unexpected, and I was speechless.

“Aww, he’s gonna ask you to date him, isn’t that beautiful?” said the demon.

I glared at him, but he just laughed. “Oh Satan, you should have seen your face. You can go Ty, thanks for your services”

Tyler just mumbled a “Yes sir” before going away. What the fuck?

“Aaand, I’m sure you believe me now. I’m a demon, and also I’m stuck with you. I can get you a lot more from where that came from, understood?”

I nodded slowly “But why did you do that? I mean, I’m not gay or anything like that”

He seemed actually surprised. “Wait, are you kidding me? OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE, I’M SO SORRY” He bursted out laughing, I was embarrassed. Did I seem like a gay guy? Not that it would be bad or anything but… what if Lily thought I was gay, too?

The jocks didn’t pay attention to us. For them, we were not there, I guessed. I was thankful for that; it would be more embarrassing than it was now if the jocks could see us.

When Kevin stopped laughing, taking a tear off his face. “So-Sorry! I haven’t laughed that much in years.” That gave me more questions. How old was he? Was he an immortal? How did he… I don’t know, started existing??

“See what I mean? If I could use my powers on you, I would know EVERYTHING about you now. And also, I tend to work with gay dudes. Just a few cities away was one of my last works… Have you been in Winston High?” I shook my head in denial. 

He continued “Oh, you don’t go out that often? It’s actually really close. Well there was this guy, he was your age I think, being hunted down by the football team. I don’t want to spill all the junk, but I gave him some neat powers to take revenge. I should check out how he’s going y’know?”

“Man, Kevin. Sorry but I don’t see how that affects me. And can we leave please? I don’t feel comfortable in the locker room”

“Geez, alright. Let’s get going. At least did you like my present?”

“I told you, I’m not gay”

“Damn, why do you, humans, care so much about your labels and shit? In hell, there’s no such thing as straight, gay or bi or whatever” He sounded angry, so I took a step away from him as he kept mumbling about everyone being sensitive and fragile these days.

“Doing anything after school?” I asked him when he calmed down. Just to make a bit of conversation. Again, he just laughed at me.

“Yeah, we’re both going to steal banks, does that appeal to you?” I glared at him. I shouldn’t, because he was way stronger than me, and had powers. 

But I wasn’t a coward cat, and I wouldn’t be intimidated because of some demon punk or whatever. “I actually thought about doing you a makeover. Y’know, like I did with Derek, but I can’t make you obey me, so you have your choice”

I stared at him, a bit mad because of how he bragged he used his powers in one of my best friends. But then thought about it, Derek did look a lot better after he hung out with Kevin. Maybe it would help me too? Though Derek did seem to act differently than like he was before. I had to be careful with the demon. 

I nodded “Sure, do your best. What do you have in mind?” His face lightened up.

“Wait, seriously? I haven’t thought about… wait, yeah. That could work” Kevin started talking to himself, while checking me out. He made me lift my arms, as he moved around me. “…Maybe a punk style? Yeah, let’s try that out”

“What? What do you mean?” I asked, but he snapped his fingers and he disappeared. I was alone of the boys’ locker room, a bit confused. Then he appeared back again.

“Are you serious? I get that my powers don’t work on you, but being unable to teleport you is stupid! Ugh, we’ll go on my bike”

We left school really early and went to my house. Dad was home, but Kevin made him think it was normal for me to be home this early. 

We went to my room, where he took off his school bag and dropped it on my bed. “Take a sit, man” He pointed to my desk chair. I did as told as he started searching through his bag. “Since I can’t use my powers on you, we’ll have to do this in the normal way. This may take a bit longer than expected”

He grabbed a little dye package and opened it on a bowl. I wondered if his school bag was magical, but maybe he just manipulated reality to make those objects appear there. He putted on some gloves and grabbed a bit of the dye with his fingers, then started with the whole thing. I was a bit scared about this.

‘What will my parents say? And why dye my hair?’ Also he mentioned he couldn’t make me obey him like the others, so Derek’s sudden transformation wasn’t consented? 

Seems like I got lost on my train of anxiety and thoughts, because when I realized it, he held a mirror in front of my face. Gone was my blond hair, replaced by an awful green. I was speechless.

“So, let’s now talk about outfits, what do you think about this one?” He held up a jean jacket with some worn out pants.

“Uh… no, thanks. I like my style. Sorry, I don’t think I like where this is going”

“Wait, what?” He looked at me, surprised. Like he wasn’t expecting me to refuse. “Shit. It didn’t work, either.”

“What didn’t work?” I asked, with curiosity.

“Nothing, nothing important at all. The good thing is, the dye did work. Do you like your new green hair? It may look cooler when the dye has a bit more time to work. But yeah, if you didn’t like where the makeover was going, we can try another thing. We had a deal, after all.”

I was about to ask him to dye my hair blond again, but he seemed a bit frustrated when I refused to keep going with this makeover thingie so I decided to leave it as it is for now. I started wondering if he really liked fashion or something.

“Can we go back to school? Next class is about to start.” 

“You really want to go back to class with your hair suddenly shorter and dyed?” He had a point, I guess I had to skip class for today. The idea annoyed me a bit, but there was nothing I could do.

“You’re right, sorry”

“Clever boy. Look, I have to go. I’ve got a… Date, to call it some way. Let’s talk tomorrow” He said as he grabbed his bag again and walked over to the window. “By the way, green looks good on you” He winked and jumped out of the window. I’ll tell him to use the door next time, it’s making me nervous.

Tony’s POV

William was nowhere to be seen during the whole day. I got worried, I haven’t seen Kevin either, and Derek was acting like a dick. Everything was really strange.

I’m a laid back dude, nothing really bothers me just because I don’t really care. But since Kevin arrived at the school, everyone was acting weird. First, Harry doing what Kevin told him to do instead of claiming his seat back. 

I knew my friend; he was so hot headed that he wouldn’t leave without a fight. Next was Derek arriving late and with a new style, and also he acted like a dick now. Now, William was missing. And I was getting more worried with each minute. 

I tried messaging Will as soon as I noticed him going missing, and he answered, but hours later. He told me he left school early to check out some stuff. I didn’t have a reason to assume he was lying, so I decided to believe him.

I arrived at my place after school. It had been a strange day and I just wanted to take a nap.

I opened my bedroom’s door and took a step back, Kevin was sitting on my bed.

“Finally! You took so long to come here I was about to go look for you”

“Wait, what are you doing here and how did you enter?” I grabbed a pepper spray I had on my pocket and held it ready in my hand. This seriously creeped me out.

“Aw. Chill out, Tony. I just wanted to test something out. You know, I’ve tried my powers with Derek and they worked amazingly. I used them on that baseball guy and they seemed to work on him too, perfectly.” 

I took a step back, the door knob in one hand and the pepper spray in the other. However, I noticed the pepper spray was no longer in my hand, but in his. “But I’ve been trying ALL DAY, to make them work with William. Guess what? They didn’t.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you high or something?” Shit, I had a drugged or crazy classmate in my room. What else could go wrong?

“High? Oh, no. If I were high, at least I would enjoy it. Speaking of it, what I came for.” He snapped his fingers. All my worries vanished. Wait, was I worried? I was just hanging out with my great friend Kevin! I invited him over after school and we’re having so much fun together, yay! 

“There, so much better now, isn’t it?” I nodded, I felt so light. No thoughts, only listening to what Kevin had to say. My smile grew bigger just by thinking of it. He petted my head. “Good boy. Now, I already know everything about your personality, I’ve examined you in class before, so I’ll skip directly to the changes, alright?” I nodded once again. Changes were good!

“Good” He went to my closet and threw a few of my clothes making a pile on the floor. He grabbed a blue polo shirt and a normal pair of pants, but he snapped his fingers and the pants turned khaki. “Undress and put on these” He threw the right clothes at my bed and I did as he said. He waited patiently as I changed my clothes.

I finished and stood there, waiting for him to check me out. He walked up to me and tucked my shirt in. “Shirt tucked in at all times, like a good boy would use it, understood?” I nodded, I was a good boy! “And by the way, a good boy always respects his superiors, don’t they?”

I didn’t know what he meant by that. I tried to think about it but couldn’t make any sense of it. Was he my superior? Oh, of course he was! “Yes, Sir!” I said, I’m such a good boy!

Kevin grabbed a comb and used it on my hair. My hair was usually a mess, but I didn’t really care about it. Was it so bad that he had to comb it himself? I should be more careful with my appearance!

After he finished, my good friend Kevin mumbled a “Perfect” and looked around the room.

He pointed to the pile of clothing he just threw. “What is that boy? Shouldn’t you leave your room as tidy as possible?” Oh god, I was so ashamed. I nodded and went to clean the mess.

I heard him muttering “I love my powers” but didn’t think about it a lot. I had work to do!

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[returnsandreturns]

I’VE HAD THIS FOREVER AND IT’S SUPPOSED TO TURN INTO DADDY KINK BUT I CAN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET THERE

Schmidt gets sick—like, not dying in a hospital sick, which maybe would have been better because Nick wouldn’t be the one taking care of him, but low-grade fever, being a real bitch to everybody sick.

Winston disappears immediately when Schmidt wanders out wrapped in a blanket and with a thermometer dangling from his mouth like he’s an actual cartoon sick person, just throws his hands up in the air and walks out of the apartment because Winston, despite most of his choices, is wise. Jess follows him pretty soon after, saying, “No, no, I will not breathe your air and infect the children with your disease, Schmidt,” because Jess is also wise.

Nick is not wise. Nick’s a big dumb idiot with a night job, and he should know better by this point, but now he’s making soup while Schmidt drapes himself dramatically on the sofa and whines.

Nick wants to tell him to shut up.

Nick shouldn’t tell him to shut up, because Schmidt’s sick and maybe deserves a little bit of compassion, but also because he has already told Schmidt to shut up three times in the last thirty minutes.

“Schmidt, shut up,” he says.

“I can’t believe you would say that to me again,” Schmidt says, in a raspy voice that Nick’s about 80% sure he’s using just for show, “in this, the hour of my demise.”

“You’ve got a damn cold,” Nick mutters, under his breath.

“It’s a viral infection,” Schmidt says, “and I have a delicate constitution. We don’t all come from hearty farm stock.”

“Excuse me. I come from grifters and conmen and, more distantly, horse thieves,” Nick says, crossing the kitchen and walking over to hand the bowl to Schmidt, who takes it with a frown.

“Campbell’s,” he mutters.

“Don’t think I won’t pinch you just because you’re sick,” Nick says, without much heat. “I’ll do it, hard, I have no qualms left.”

He starts to leave to go back to his room when Schmidt makes a weird noise. Like. . .kind of sad. A little heartbroken sigh. Nick turns back slowly, and Schmidt’s just looking at his soup, all dejected.

Nick sighs again. He’s been doing that a lot today.

“Scoot the hell over,” he says, turning around to shove himself into the space between Schmidt and the arm of the couch, and Schmidt acts put-upon for about ten seconds before he’s shoved back up in Nick’s space. Nick puts an arm around him, because there are times that’s okay, and he’s pretty sure Schmidt looking all splotchy and pathetic is one of those times.

“Thanks,” Schmidt says, eventually, a little gruff.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nick says. “What’s a friend for if not to make you soup and take your verbal abuse.”

He picks the first sports thing he finds on TV just to make the situation a little more manly so they end up watching a game of cricket in silence until Schmidt finishes eating and moves to put his bowl on the coffee table. He hesitates for a second before curling back into Nick with his face buried in Nick’s chest.

“You smell like. . .a barn?” he asks, faintly.

“I bought my deodorant at a petting zoo,” Nick says, equally soft, rubbing Schmidt’s back. “You gonna go to sleep or what?”

“Yeah, okay,” Schmidt sighs, tightening his arms around Nick and snuggling in.

*

Nick wakes up with a crick in his neck, barely taking in the fact that Schmidt’s sprawled out on top of him before he’s looking up to see Jess and Cece watching them with their hands over their mouths, like they’re trying to hide their very unnecessary and cruel laughter.

“Oh, geez,” he sighs.

“Sorry,” Jess says, giggling. “Sorry, it’s just—so cute.”

“He’s sick,” Nick says. “You know he turns into a baby when he’s sick—‘s not my fault that I was the only one left to take care of him.”

“You’re an excellent mother, Nick,” Cece says, grinning. Nick’s not sure why he blushes, sighing and dropping his head back to stare at the ceiling.

Schmidt makes a sad noise and shifts on top of him, lifting his head slowly. He’s puffy and gross-looking and his hair is standing on end—Nick might have touched it while he was sleeping, mostly to see if it could still move with all that product in it—and he squints unattractively.

“Are we cuddling?” he croaks.

“With an audience,” Nick says, gesturing toward them.

Schmidt turns around and immediately startles, yelping and falling off of Nick onto the ground.

“That was dramatic,” Nick says, frowning at him.  

“He seduced me!” Schmidt says.  

Nick gapes at him, then turns to see Cece and Jess leaning against each other and laughing so hard they’re not actually making noise.

“Let’s—let’s leave these two alone,” Cece says, gasping for air as she pulls Jess toward her room. “They’ve clearly got to work some stuff out.”

Schmidt makes a dying noise before slowly climbing back up to sit next to Nick, pouting at him.

“Sorry,” he says. “You didn’t seduce me.”

“Yeah, you seduced me,” Nick says, then makes a face.

Schmidt makes the same face back at him.

“Shut up,” Nick says, shoving him away gently and getting to his feet. “We’re not talking about this again.”

“Agreed,” Schmidt grumbles, curling into a ball and covering himself with a blanket as Nick goes to sit in his room and be totally, completely normal.

#my fic #new girl #nickschmidt

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Remnants, Part II

Just a short update.

  Summary: You are in the midst of formulating your dissertation, but you’ve hit a wall. Your doting aunt, Rebecca, has a solution that brings you face to face with Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth King. As the connection between you and Ahkmenrah grows, and as the secrets of his ancient tablet unlock, the once-king will find himself faced with a difficult choice.

  Thanks so much to @kitkatcronch @kpopperotp12 and @seafrost-fangirl for reading : ) 

  Warnings: Still none, but you can still bet there will be smut; also, Ahk is a solid 20 years of age to be certain to avoid any squick factor.

  Part II

  “Um, Ahk? Please tell me that I’m translating this wrong. Because if I’m not, Isis help your mother’s sister’s second child who was born with two overripe heads . . . bursting with . . . um, I think this is the glyph for fire but I really hope I’m wrong.”

   Ahkmenrah’s laugh rumbled through him as he placed a hand on the back of your chair, his chest just brushing your shoulder as he leaned in to read the symbols on the papyrus. You closed your eyes as his scent encompassed you, completely missing his explanation.

   “Can you repeat that?”

Ahkmenrah patiently pointed again to the hieroglyph and explained, “Not child, but children. She had twins, both of whom had hair the color of obsidian fire. You are pretty close with the translation of “overripe,” though. Apparently, their heads were quite large.”

   You made a note, then dropped your pencil with finality.

   “We both know that once my translations become that horrible, it’s time to give it a rest.”

     “I am impressed by your knowledge, Y/N. Only one or two scholars at Cambridge knew how to read my language as well as you.”

     “So you keep saying, Ahk, and so I keep disputing. Those guys are way more legit than I am.”

     “Nonsense!”

   You smiled up at Ahkmenrah, feeling amazed at how with only two weeks’ time, you felt completely at ease. He had left his crown in his exhibit as was his custom now, and you appreciated how sweet he looked in this less regal state. However, he still looked completely out of place against the backdrop of the exhibit the two of you had claimed as your study. The museum was currently displaying an exhibit called, “Kitchens through the Ages: Realms of Domesticity,” and you had let Ahk select his favorite. He chose a kitchen that bore a close resemblance to the one used on Leave It to Beaver. He said he enjoyed the contrast of the yellow, steel cabinets and the pink wallpaper because it felt more like home. Egypt was colorful, bright; very unlike the wooded and subdued hues of white, black, and gray that adorned the more modern kitchens on display.

   You stood up, stretching your arms high above your head, relishing in the way your back popped and your muscles extended. Ahkmenrah tried his best not to look like he was gazing at your body too obviously. It was summer, and you often wore shorts, but the chilliness of the air conditioning usually relegated you to throwing on a sweatshirt or an oversized sweater. Despite the extra fabric, Ahkmenrah still caught an eyeful of your abdomen as you stretched.

   Your stomach grumbled and you wondered when you last ate.

   “Breakfast, I think,” you said aloud.

   Ahkmenrah tilted his head, confusion settling across his features.

   You rolled your eyes at yourself and said, “Sorry—thinking out loud, apparently. I sometimes forget that you’re real anyway.”

   You had intended it as a joke, but the hurt that flashed across Ahk’s face made your heart pang with remorse.

   “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply—”

   “I think I’ll head back to my exhibit for the night,” Ahkmenrah said quietly as he gathered up his family’s writings.

   “Ahk. Please, I didn’t mean it. Come eat dinner with me.”

   “Good night, Y/N.”

   And with a stiff turn, he was gone, his golden clothes winking out of sight as he hurried out of the display room.

   “Fuck me, I’m an asshole,” you stated to yourself.

   “Right you are, miss,” piped up a booming voice from the next kitchen.

   You jumped at the intrusion, holding your hand to your pounding heart as the replica of Winston Churchill marched over to you, his plump mouth clutching his infamous cigar, a cloud of smoke billowing behind him like the waste from a tiny steam engine.

   “The pharaoh’s not made of wax like us, and if you’d have stopped looking at those damned papyruses for more than ten minutes’ time you’d have realized that you were ignoring a living, breathing icon of history for yet another set of dusty books. Old Larry’s right—you live in the past.”

   You felt mortally wounded because a figure of wax had just called you out on your bullshit. And, exactly how many exhibits did Larry talk about you to?!?

   Winston Churchill didn’t wait for a reply. He returned to his paper at the kitchen, tapping the ash of his cigar onto the table before returning it to his mouth for another glorious puff.

   Instead of heading to the break room for your dinner, you went straight to the front desk, nearly stomping on Octavian and Jeb as they prepared for another faceoff.  

   “Hey! Watch it, Gigantress!”

   “Sorry, Jeb!”

   Larry looked up at the commotion and a look of panic furrowed his features. You rarely got angry, but when you did, it wasn’t pretty.

   “Stop talking about me to everything that comes to life around here! It’s RUDE!”

   “They’re very curious!” Larry shouted back as he raised his hands in a gesture of defense. “I didn’t want them to think you were a threat.”

   “And all you could come up with is that I live in the past? That I value books more than people? That’s not exactly light, introductory, small-talk. And by the way, my entire history of schooling has centered around ancient civilizations—of course I spend a lot of time talking about, thinking about, and researching the past! It’s. My. Job.”

   Your fists were clenched at your sides and your cheeks were tinged with red, but Larry knew this wasn’t just about what he said. Normally, you laughed it off when he made a joke about how seriously you took your studies. You were proud of your coursework, and your family was, too.

   “What happened?”

   You closed your eyes and felt your anger ebb away almost as quickly as it came.

   “I fucked up.”

   Larry raised his eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

   You walked over to the admission desk and leaned against it, dropping your head onto the flat surface. You mumbled your reply into the wood.

   “What was that?” Larry asked, smirking.

   You lifted your head and said again, “You’re right.”

   Larry barked out a laugh and clapped his hands.

   “Ha! Alright, Ms. PhD-candidate. Maybe this guy understands a little bit more about life than you do.”

   “How do I fix it?”

   “Your life? Geeze, that’s—”

   “No! How do I fix it with Ahkmenrah?”

   Larry narrowed his eyes at you and said, “I warned you to be gentle with him. You see him as this god-king come to life, a piece of history, but he’s also just a kid. You know, sort of like you.”

   You sighed in defeat and began walking toward Ahkmenrah’s exhibit, silently praying to whatever powers-that-be that he’d hear you out.

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