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cottonlemonade · 24 days

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Plan B

word count: 1015 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, pining

warnings: none

synopsis: he is trying to convince you to go out with him

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The café was in its typical morning lull when you came in. After the coffee rush of the business crowd and students on their way to class there were now only a few people seated comfortably around the small round tables, chatting idly and enjoying a piece of quiet in the hustle of a new Monday. This was your favorite time of the day. The early spring sun was shining happily through the large front windows, making the dark wooden walls appear as if dipped in honey. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the soothing scent of cookies, all amidst the faint sound of traffic humming underneath the soft clanking of spoons gave you a deep sense of calm.

After the daily round of hellos and how-are-yous, you put on your black apron and got to work in the kitchen, starting on the preparations for lunch.

“Manager?”, an hour later as you just put the finishing touches on a batch of orange drizzle muffins, one of your baristas poked his head through the door and gave you a look. You sighed and joined him in the front by the cash register. Sure enough the tall man waited for you, a wide grin across his handsome face.

“No.”, you told him before he even got the chance to say anything.

“And good morning to you, too.”

“No.”, you said again, beginning to prepare his usual order of simple green tea.

“Just one cup of coffee, we don’t even have to leave the premises.”

“400 yen, please.”

He counted out a small stack of coins on the counter and crossed his arms.

“Where is your cheer squad today?”, you asked, referring to his usual companions of a broad guy with spiky gray hair and a smaller one whose smile rivaled the sun in brightness. Needlessly supervising the last drops of hot water in the to-go cup, you made sure to add the exact amount of tea leaves to a little bag, just so you didn't have to look at him and his ridiculously confident smirk.

“Eh, I think they got tired of you rejecting me.”

“Interesting, any chance that’ll happen to you, too?”

“Sure, I’ll stop”, he slid over to where you were finishing up his order and lowered his voice, “when you stop blushing whenever I ask you out.”

He accepted his order with a wink. “Thank you. See you tomorrow.”

When the door closed behind him, you found your barista leaning against a counter with a cocked eyebrow.

“That makes seven!”, he announced, pointing to a small blackboard on the back wall where you usually wrote down the groceries needed that week. In the lower left hand corner he and the rest of the staff had begun to keep a tally of how often the guy had asked you out so far.

Seven times in three weeks. You smiled against your better judgment. You knew not to take him too seriously. Knew it was just a game to him. When he came in for the first time you had almost dropped a mug, because how could someone look this casually seductive?!

It wasn’t that you didn’t have the urge to say Yes just for the hell of it. But you weren't in the mood to be a short-lived plaything for a guy who probably only thought chubbies were easy. And thus began a regular routine of rejecting him. You didn’t know whether you actually wanted him to stop or if saying No to him had just become a reflex. A wise one probably.

Kuroo groaned and gently hit his head against his desk. Of course the thought that he might be an actual creep for asking you out so much had occurred to him but when he made his initial attempt, you had said Yes at first before immediately changing your answer to No. How on earth could he prove to you that he wasn‘t kidding when he told you that you were on his mind all day? Your smile, your voice, your exceptionally squishable body all brought new amounts of cute-aggression into his life.

At this point he was running out of options. Maybe… maybe he should just wait until you approached him instead - if you ever would, that was. He needed a new idea.

And so, one misguided day, he listened in on the gossip of his coworkers who talked about what mundane things they found attractive in a guy. And that’s how we got here:

Kuroo sat at a large four seater table in the corner of your café. Papers were strewn about, magazines lay open for references. He had loosened his tie and opened the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt; his reading glasses were pushed back onto his nose in regular intervals. It was warmer today. So warm that he had discarded his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, wristwatch glinting in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. He gave a little frown and absentmindedly bit his bottom lip as he consulted one of the articles, sometimes silently mouthing along to paragraphs he read, twirling the pen in his long fingers. He lifted a page to read the next, making a note on a separate sheet, the muscles in his forearm taut while he wrote.

He looked up at nowhere in particular, then closed his eyes and stretched his tired neck, the open shirt tightening around his broad shoulders, the line of his jaw highlighted by the golden light beaming through the large windows…

"Sir.", a waitress stepped professionally to the table, a towel neatly tucked in the waist cord of her apron, hands politely folded in front of her stomach.

"Yes?"

"The manager isn’t here today."

His cheeks started to burn, "Why- I mean… what?"

"And while we do appreciate what you do for the ambiance", a subtle gesture pointed out the girls, women and the barista staring, some even holding up their phone camera, giggling behind their hands, "this isn’t a library, so please order something or free the table."

"…O-of course."

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[part 2]

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tyx003-alt · 13 days

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Now playing: Pinkpantheress - pain ( slowed + reverb ), https://youtu.be/eMOKD-RUfIg?si=A_LVdfr_LkN47D6S

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Teacher / Y/N X Miss Circle X Miss Grace ———————— [Cash out, Jump start, Kick start.]

Note ; [Who should i make next?]

✏ < You were at home, laying in the dark by yourself. You lay in a starfish position on the old wreaked-up mattress, pondering if you should hit up your Co-workers for some late night food. You've done it before with Mister Demi, though he got scared in the dark at night near the shops, Miss Sasha was fine but you couldn't call her over now, she's probably sleeping from the hard time with the kindergartners.

✏ < Miss Emily was perfect but she always said next time, you know she was busy and was honest, Zip, Oliver and Edward gave her a hard time for the past couple of weeks of trashing her class room, taking some advantage that she was patient and sweet. And of course you and Miss Circle always stayed back to help, even if Miss Circle only did it because you were there and didn't care for anything else. She mostly leaned against the door frame as she seemed annoyed.

✏ < Oh, right you never really dialled her unless it was important or you needed to get something from her. Miss Circle didn't seem to yell at you, only stay calm and layed back. She liked to turn off her brain for a minute when sitting next to you on the Gray lined couch in the break room while Miss Grace sat polietly next to you too. They both seemed more chilled down but kept their seemed normal expressions.

✏ < But now you lazily wrap three fingers around your phone, tapping away at a group chat with the teachers. Kicking up Miss Circles contact, you send ; "Wanna go get a snack at the mall ..?" No one answers but after a few milliseconds, she texts ; "No." You had to get her to come, who doesn't want someone to go out to a mall with them, especially at night. "I'll get you a Mcflurry with extra oreos." Immediately she aggressively sent ; "Who wouldn't wanna come." And that was it, easy, right? Not exactly. Your message was seen on read by every teacher except Emily and Sasha. You said too meet up at the closet mall since it was open 24/7.

✏ < You were half surprised that Miss Circle dragged Miss Grace around, but its only a little bit surprising only because all three of you guys talked silently in the break rooms once in a blue moon. Making this whole thing not the brightest but it suits,

✏ < You walked too the mall but it seemed as Miss Circle had other plans ..she bringed Miss Grace as you all cashed out money and went inside the mall. Sprinting into the mini Cafe on one of the sides, they walked behind you while chatting slowly. You slip in and order a drink or maybe just a cake or little treat, Miss Grace ordered coffee and Miss Circle was already coming back with her Mcflurry. All three of you stayed their for a few hours just hanging out, you even got too know Miss Grace more about her life and so Miss Circles.

✏ < And after everything, you take a ride home from them in a uber, you fell asleep. You waked up in your bed, seeing a little drawing with a triangle with two lines across the top. It reads ; "I miss you more then anything.." well, atleast you know that one person seems to care ... [Maybe even two.]

✏ THIS PICTURE WAS NOT MADE BY ME. ✎

Credits to: hanaki_edit

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sorastage · 9 months

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i’m not yours!

rejecting randoms that hit on you. lucifer / mammon.

leviathan / satan

lucifer ☆

while on an outing with him, you get separated for a bit. you’ve gone off to a cotton candy stand and you’re counting all the cash you have.

you realise you don’t have enough spare change…

“fuck… i don’t have enough.” you say to the vendor, but as you’re about to walk away, a random demon slams some cash down and pays for your food.

“it’s okay my dearest! i’m here to help the cutest human ever out.” he proclaims, as he flings his arm around your neck while forcing the cotton candy cloud into your hands.

“who the fuck are you? i don’t need you paying for my shit.”

“don’t get snappy with me. i could rip your heart out in a second.” he snarls, practically spitting onto your face.

“are you insane? if i called lucifer right fucking now you would die. immediately.” you spit right back at him.

his eyes look above your head and he suddenly starts sprinting in the other direction.

“what..? i’m not that scary!” you turn around, and notice that lucifer is standing right behind you.

“so, you’re using my name to scare off demons. you’re lucky i was here before anything really bad happened.” lucifer smiles while looking at your shocked face.

“i was handling it fine by myself! i didn’t need your help!” you start to protest.

“yeah. sure. whatever.” he grabs your free hand and starts to pull you away from the stand, where a crowd of demons have gathered.

“you should hold my hand so you don’t get hurt. and eat your cotton candy before it melts.”

mammon $

after him relentlessly bothering you to come and spend time with him at the casino, he ignores you to play infinite a few rounds of blackjack.

bored of watching him go on a losing streak, you take off to the bar.

as you state your order, someone suddenly puts their arm around you and says, “it’s okay babe, don’t get your purse out, it’s all on me.”

you turn round and see a demon waving his card around while grinning at you.

“no, that’s fine. i’m here with my boyfriend, i don’t want to give you any ideas…” you try to reject him nicely, as he doesn’t seem like that bad of a demon.

“well my darling, your boyfriend doesn’t have to know…”

what?

“do you know who my boyfriend is?” you ask, trying to save this man the embarrassment.

“probably no one worth worrying about. definitely broke too. just take the drink and come with me sexy.”

ughhh, what a disgusting creep!

“this is your last chance. i’m being nice. go home.” you warn him. whatever happens next, is not your problem.

the demon’s face twists into one of rage. he grabs your arm and tries to drag you out of the casino.

you lean forward and bite his arm as hard as you fucking can.

“get off me!” you shriek.

he screams in pain and yells obscenities at you.

he lurches towards you and there’s a loud bang.

“mc?? are you okay? i heard you screaming and- i saw this guy- i’m so sorry for leaving you alone-” mammon starts to freak out as he checks your body for injuries.

“i’m fine. just a bit shaken up… he tried to get me to cheat on you with him! he’s crazy!”

hearing this nearly drives mammon off the edge of the world, but he tries to stay calm in front of you.

“yeah. he’s fucking insane if he thinks you would ever leave me for him. you know what? let’s take his cards and get out of here? how about that swanky restaurant that opened near here?” mammon shakes the beaten demon down for his cards.

he kneels down and asks the near-unconscious demon, “what’s your pin?”

he takes the credit cards with the highest limit then announces,

“this guy’s pin is 8463!”

as a flock of demons start to crowd the man, mammon takes your hand.

“just stay close to me next time. i don’t want this happening again, you hear me?”

“wait. i have to do something very important.”

you take the drink the freak bought you off the counter and dump it onto him.

yes. maturity at its finest.

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idk, maybe i’ll do this for the others too.

i hope i’ll see you again ღ

thanks for reading ☆

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luneariaa · 6 months

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this really took me some time to decide on how to actually write the story lmaoo;; ngl the plot got somehow lost 😭

contains angst but comforting ending; not much proofread.

also tagging @sody-toast !!

. dividers by @/cafekitsune !! 💜🌻

"So, the usual, Mike?"

The girl behind the cash register machine asks for confirmation, along with a friendly smile plastered upon her face. Mike is spaced out-- as per usual, so when hearing those words, it's enough to bring him back to reality.

"Oh, yes." He gave his own quick reply, before seemingly becoming a bit lost in his own thoughts of the past once again.

"Got it!"

While the girl has her back facing him, he simply waits there silently. But that is, until he sees someone rather familiar from the distance.

He sees you, waving at him while grinning happily from afar outside the bakery he was currently in.

Your sudden appearance sends him into a temporary state of shock, clearly not expecting this. Without wasting any time, he reaches for the door and goes out, the food he ordered being left forgotten as he chases you out while you run someplace.

As his feet hit the hard ground below onto the pavement outside, he eventually caught up to you pretty quickly.

"Hey!"

Slowing down a bit, he grabs your wrist and prevents you from running away any further. "Where do you think you're going, huh?"

He wasn't even realizing that he's been smiling a bit all the while, though it didn't last when he finally realizes that it's not you that he's been chasing. It's just a total stranger who happens to pass by the streets, now looking at him weirdly.

That's not you, never was. He's just trying to convince himself that you were the one who just waved at him. Smiling, laughing at him..

By this point, he just feels pathetic and ashamed of himself.

But was it truly his fault, when all he's trying is to cling to the thin thread that he created upon himself? To come to terms with you being truly gone, but it's a hard process for him despite it happened a few years ago; he lost count.

Just great.

Working at Freddy's once again, and it's already quite exhausting for him. But he needed the job for the cash; for him and Abby.

So far, nothing really interesting has happened, so this leads to him deciding to take a quick nap at his security desk. What could go wrong, right? But the second he closes his eyes, his thoughts immediately drift back to you, replaying old memories that have passed through time.

Mike could remember the days when you both would spend time with each other even with limited time possible. Your eyes would meet his own every so often, a soft smile playing on your lips that's reserved for him.

The look of pure adoration and love in your eyes that he would never get tired of. And you're wearing the outfit that he bought for you during your first date with him.

How could he ever look away whenever you decided to wear it? It looks so perfect on you, he couldn't stop staring for hours shamelessly.

But nothing lasts forever. That's what he keeps trying to remind himself with.

You were supposed to buy something from the store while Mike was away at work around that time of day, but that fateful day has also marked your forever end as well.

You never came back.

The day you died-- it was a hit-and-run accident. Blood was everywhere, even staining your own clothes. Your head was being hit hard on the road, which caused you to go unconscious almost instantly. The phone you previously were holding has flung elsewhere; the screen cracked badly.

Maybe he shouldn't let you out that day. Maybe he should've stayed at home. Maybe, just maybe..

He would've changed the past if he could, but alas, there's nothing that he can do. He's just a human, after all.

A series of painful images flash through his mind while he's still asleep-- one of them being the day he found out that you're being involved in the said accident. He could never forget no matter how hard he tried to.

"No, no, no, no.."

"Not again. Damn it." He covers his face with his own hands out of frustration. He just wants the nightmares to stop.

But at the same moment, he could've sworn he could feel your touch; hugging him from behind. The soft caress of your hand on his back is unmistakable. He could feel it.

Mike takes a few deep breaths, as if to try to compose himself. His attempts to reach back to return your mere touch are futile, nonetheless, only grabbing at the nothingness in the air.

It's a harsh reality, and you are not coming back.

Mike was starting to give up once more, but stopped from doing so when he felt your mere touch on his cheeks. It feels so tender, loving, warm.. He could see you standing in front of him; placing a needed kiss on his forehead affectionately, before a warm smile was plastered on your features.

No words were needed at the moment. He doesn't really care if he's going insane due to the whole situation; he just needed you.

Even when you're not coming back alive-- to him, his memory of you will live on forever.

"Stay." His voice sounded quiet and hoarse, almost begging. "Please.."

You didn't respond, however. But the smile on your face is enough to reassure him that you're there with him at that exact moment.

But it's enough for him. He knows that you'll be with him for as long as he's alive when you start to embrace him ever so tightly and lovingly.

And that's all he needs.

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writeforfandoms · 9 months

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Waking Lions 7

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Ace gets in over her head. Fortunately, Laswell knows someone who can help.

Warnings: Blood, injury (relatively minor), death of a minor character, so much spy shit, the plot thickens, Price is not very nice this chapter.

Word count: 3k

Your flight landed in Ireland, and you had to check your phone twice. Once to check the time (you’d gone through multiple time zones in the last week) and once to confirm the location.

You really needed a good night’s sleep, soon. You were beginning to feel stretched too thin. Maybe you’d take this info in person to Kate, crash at her place for a week.

You arrived at the meeting place early, settling in and getting something to eat. You kept a casual eye out around you - it all just looked like locals gathering after a day of work. The gentle chatter was soothing in its own way.

A man stood at your table, looking nervous and fidgety. “How do you like the view?” he asked, speaking carefully. He even sounded a little stilted. Hopefully you’d never run into him again.

“The green does my soul good,” you responded the other half of the code, much more normally. “Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything?”

He sat and immediately ordered a beer. You frowned, just a little, but complied. So long as he remained sober and talking, you wouldn’t begrudge him a little something to take the edge off.

You were careful not to put your notebook on the table where it could be seen, but you did hit record on your phone. You’d transfer the recording to a USB later - for now, this was the easiest way to get the information down fast.

“You know someone in the group?” you asked quietly, gently leading.

“Aye,” he agreed softly. “My cousin. He was the decent sort, but he got into some weird shit, ya know? And then…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Dunno how he got mixed up in all of this, but he keeps saying that the new world order is coming, shite like that. Crazy shite.”

You nodded, hoping you looked appropriately sympathetic rather than just eager. “I see. What do you know of their plans?”

“Not much,” he admitted, wringing his hands together. When his beer arrived, he downed nearly half of it in one go. “I know they are planning stuff, right? But he’s not allowed to tell me stuff, could get him killed to tell me too much.”

You hummed your understanding, watching him carefully. He was too nervous to be lying to you. If you had to guess, he was nervous about getting caught. “What else can you tell me?”

You sat and listened patiently for the next forty-five minutes as he went on a ramble, a mixture of propaganda you figured the Russians used, a few oblique references to Al-Qatala, how much he missed his cousin, and how he was nervous to talk to people now. Honestly, it was a bit headache inducing.

You weren’t sure you’d exactly call this the font of information you had been hoping for… but it was better than nothing. So you slipped the man cash and stood to leave.

“Can I walk you anywhere?” he offered, cheeks pinked from the second beer.

“No,” you refused gently. “Thank you. It’s better if we go our separate ways and don’t speak again.”

“Oh. Right. Okay.” He bobbled a little, awkward and uncertain. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” You couldn’t help but smile a little. Aw. Darling. You turned to leave, deciding to head back to your hotel to transcribe the information before taking it back to Laswell.

A thump from behind you made you still, heart slamming into overdrive as all your hair stood on end. One look back confirmed what you had feared.

He was dead, slumped to the ground.

The first scream came from the pub the two of you had just left, and you dove for cover behind a car. A bullet pinged into the brick behind you, where you had been a moment before.

You were in fucking trouble now.

Hands shaking, you looked back at the pub to see several people on their phones, likely phoning the cops. Another bullet hit the car you were hidden behind.

You could stay and hope the car provided good enough cover until the police arrived.

Or you could make a dash for it and get the hell out.

Swallowing, you reached into your bag, grabbing the beanie you weren’t using. Quick investigation showed that ahead of you was another car, a line of them going down the street to provide some cover. The opposite direction had no cover but quickly turned into an alley behind the building.

Taking your chances, you tossed the beanie towards the next car, making sure it would be visible from above. And you booked it in the opposite direction, ignoring the bullets behind you. You rounded the corner and could have cried with relief. As you suspected, there was a back door into the pub. You yanked it open and ran through, ignoring the yells of the kitchen staff, getting to the side entrance you’d found earlier.

From there, it was a matter of making as many turns as possible, hoping that the sniper was bogged down by equipment and hampered by line of sight. Any time you could, you went through a building. That got you yelled at more than once, but you ignored every person.

After an hour of this, you felt confident enough that the sniper wasn’t going to snipe you immediately to pull out your phone. You were panting, shaking, rattled.

“Laswell,” you gasped, looking around furtively. “I need an immediate drop point.”

“What’s going on?” she demanded, short and tense.

“Got in over my head.” You sucked in another deep breath. Now that the adrenaline was fading, you hurt. Actually, your side hurt more than you should, and you looked down. Blood had stained the front and side of your shirt. “Oh fuck.”

“What now?” She sounded calmer than you, at least.

“Uh. Might’ve got shot. A little bit.” You lifted your shirt carefully, looking at the wound. “Just a graze. Not really bleeding anymore.”

“You need to get that taken care of, before you lose more blood,” Laswell ordered.

“Yes, thank you, I do–fuck!--do realize that.” You swallowed hard, poking very carefully around the edges. “Nothing broken, no major damage. That was… Goddamn that was close.”

“You are going to explain everything to me,” Laswell ordered. “Now.”

“Not my boss,” you grumbled, even as you looked around again, this time looking for directions. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, hiding the blood. “Followed some intel on some Russians, got shot at, need to drop the info.”

Laswell sighed deeply. You hadn’t heard that particular sigh in… years. “Alright. I’ll send you coordinates. They might not be happy to see you.”

“They?”

“Captain and his team.”

“Oh, well, no problem.” You huffed a little laugh, walking quickly now and sticking to populated areas. “Pretty sure he likes me.”

Laswell huffed an almost-laugh. “Just stay safe.”

“Will do.” You hung up on her, focusing on getting to your hotel. You needed to bug out. Immediately. But you also needed to dress this damn wound and change clothes.

Fortunately, Laswell was as good as her word, and got you the directions to the drop point. Along with a reminder to stay safe.

You didn’t reply, busy putting some bandages over the graze. Which hurt like blazes. Then you put gauze over the whole thing and taped it down.

That would just have to hold you until you could get to an actual medical professional. Preferably one you could pay under the table.

It was a short flight down to London, and you didn’t stop. As soon as you were off the plane, you were gone again, making your way through the city to the drop off point.

By this point, you weren’t sure how long you’d been awake, or how much blood you’d lost. More than you were comfortable with, apparently.

Hopefully you could throw the notebook tucked under your shirt and the USB on your necklace at him and then call it a day.

You made it to the drop off and paused in the street. This was… not the greatest neighborhood. Half the street lights were out, many windows were dark. Honestly, it set your nerves on edge.

“Keep walking,” someone behind you grunted, right before something hard jammed into your back, against your spine. “Captain’s waiting.”

You swallowed, not quite brave enough to look behind you, and started walking. The door ahead of you opened, revealing Captain, looking much the same as ever. He nodded once and stepped aside while the man behind you nudged you inside. Captain took the lead from there, walking down a set of stairs into a basement, and from there through a door and down a hallway. Vaguely, you realized this must have been a hidden entrance to a base of some kind, because you walked much too far to still be in the same neighborhood.

At least there were lights placed regularly in the ceiling, all in working order.

Captain pulled another door open and motioned you first. You went up the stairs perhaps a little more slowly than you needed to, but you were tired and in pain and confused. You figured you could be forgiven.

At the top of the stairs, the man behind you moved up to take the lead momentarily. All you saw of him was that he was wearing all black, was an absolute mountain of a man, and had a full on mask over his head.

But he opened a door and motioned you in with the gun. So in you went, Captain behind you. The masked man closed the door with a soft click.

“Really, Captain?” You huffed as you were more or less pushed down into the single chair in the room. “Is this how you treat all your guests?”

“Is that what you are?” Captain loomed over you, blank-faced, hands tucked into the neck of his tactical vest. “A guest?”

“What else would you call someone bringing gifts?” You spread your hands out, tipping your head up to look at him.

“A spy.” That came from the masked one, still behind you.

You sighed. “Captain,” you murmured. “Still no trust after all this time? I’m hurt. Absolutely hurt.” You pressed a hand over your head, the drama covering up the very real pain.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “You know, Laswell told me about you.”

“All awful things, I’m sure.” You kept your gaze on him as he took three steps over to the table. (Which you hadn’t even noticed, too busy being drawn into Captain’s gaze. Sloppy.)

“Not all.” He didn’t look at you as he picked up a file. “You’re not the only one capable of gathering intel.”

You blinked as he held out the file to you. You took it carefully, opening it. Your own face stared back at you, a still from an info drop. You leafed through it slowly, looking at the pictures inside. You sitting at dinner with Sergio. You playing with Sergio’s girls. You on the phone with someone, cool and collected. You getting off the plane in Mexico, being picked up by Valeria’s men.

“And all of this is…?” You trailed off leadingly, closing the folder gently.

“Evidence.”

“Against me.” You held out the folder for him to take, heart plummeting. This was bad. This was potentially every bit as bad as the sniper you’d escaped in Ireland.

“Laswell thinks you’re not in on all of this.” Captain took the folder and tossed it back on the table. “I disagree. I think you’ve been in bed with the enemy for a while now.”

You drew in a slow breath. So. That was his play here. Honest hurt clenched in your chest, dragged against your lungs. Only sheer bloody-mindedness kept you breathing normally.

“Well.” You licked your lips. “It sounds like you’ve made up your mind about me.”

His eyes narrowed at you. Neither of you spoke for several moments.

“Not even going to defend yourself?”

Your smile was definitely sad at this point, and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. You were tired. You hurt. You ached. All you’d wanted was a smooth drop off. Not this. “In my experience, there won’t be anything I can say to make you believe me. I could tell you my rules, but I suspect Laswell already has. I could remind you that I saved that young man’s life, but you doubtless took that into account. A conscious ploy on my part, perhaps. A way to get you to trust me.” You breathed in slowly. “You’re a stubborn man, Captain. As I said. I can’t change your mind.”

“You’re probably right.” He remained calm, facing you, hands once again tucked into his vest.

“I think I’d like to give you the information now, before you let your underling at me.” Your fingers did not tremble as you pulled the necklace from around your neck. The notebook had left indents against your skin by the time you wormed it out from under your shirt, and you held both items out to Captain. “Here. Take them.”

Looking suspicious now, he took the items. “What’s this, then?”

“Intel.” You shrugged. “Movements of a Russian terrorist group. Weapons shipments. Numbers. What of the finances I could trace. Shell companies.” You shrugged again, folding your hands together in your lap.

He was quiet as he looked through the notebook, not reading but skimming. The masked one shifted closer to you, banked violence rolling off him like fog, thick and eager.

And then your cell phone rang.

All three of you paused, and then the masked one snatched it and tossed it to Captain.

“Laswell,” Captain murmured, letting it ring through without answering it. But then your phone rang again, and he huffed, holding it out to you.

“Katie Kate,” you greeted, light. Nothing was wrong. Nothing to see here.

“Did you make it?”

You blinked, surprised, and looked at Captain. “Yes.”

“Price grabbed you, didn’t he?” Laswell demanded.

“I don’t do names, Katie Kate,” you reminded her gently.

“Give him the phone. Then tell him where you’ve been for the last 72 hours.”

You blinked. “Not a lackey, Laswell.”

“Do it.”

You sighed but held out the phone. “She wants to talk to you, Captain.”

He took the phone, grunting once in acknowledgement. Then he remained silent for several moments, half-turned away from you, completely silent. “Fine.” He hung up and looked back at you. “Start talking.”

“I spent the last 72 hours getting that information.” You shrugged. “I’ve got friends in arms dealing and movements, so I visited a couple of them to get some of those numbers. Then I headed up to Ireland to see another contact who knows someone in the Russian group, and let me tell you, he rambled. Then he got shot, and I spent the next hour dodging a sniper.” You blinked, going through your memory. Things got a bit fuzzy there. “Took me a few hours to get here after that, and voila.”

“That’s not how Kate put that last part.”

You winced. Just a little. “Does it matter?”

“It does if you bled for this.” He let the necklace dangle between his fingers.

Abruptly, you were angry. So angry. You wanted to shout at him. You wanted to hit him. You wanted to run to the far side of the planet and burn every alias you’d ever made and retire to a quiet beach.

You wished you’d been able to actually see the sniper.

“You’ve made up your mind about me,” you pushed, eyes narrowing, shoulders tense and tight.

“You never defended yourself.”

“Because it doesn’t matter!” You started to rise, only to be pushed harshly back down. “It never matters!”

Captain crouched in front of you, the line of his jaw easing. “Let me see.”

You bared your teeth at him. “Shoot me first.”

“Nah. Someone else did that already.” One big hand caught the wrist nearer him, holding you steady as his other hand pulled your shirt up enough to see the blood-stained bandages over your ribs.

“Let go of me.” Your voice had gone frigid, frame so tense you ached with it.

“Not yet, love.”

The softness in his tone had you blinking, dumbfounded. The emotional whiplash combined with the sleep deprivation and blood loss was doing absolutely wretched things to your heart. “What?”

“Come on. Let’s get you up to medical.” He stood and pulled you up with him. Unprepared, you swayed, off-kilter.

“I don’t…” You felt like you were lagging, blinking rapidly.

“You’ll feel better after some sleep.” He nodded to the other man, helping you out of the room and down the hall. “You know, took me a bit to put together your passwords.”

“...What?” You blinked at him, a little bleary, stumbling through the door.

“Enterprise. Imperial. Used Voyager before, too.” His lips twitched in something approaching a teasing smile. “Didn’t realize you were such a nerd.”

“You were testing me.” You spoke slowly, tongue thick, mind working overtime to fight through the everything: lack of sleep, lack of blood, emotional whiplash.

Captain hummed his agreement of that, depositing you onto a cot. “Yes.”

“Why…?” You turned your gaze to him, hoping you were hiding your hurt, fairly certain you didn’t succeed.

He sighed slowly. “I’ll explain it all after you get some sleep.” He stepped back, letting a medic over. “Rest, Ace.”

You blinked at his retreating back. You needed more intel. None of this made sense.

It didn’t even occur to you until later that he had somehow seamlessly traveled the long path down to the soft part of your heart without permission. Somehow, somewhere along the way, he had become important to you.

And that? That hurt worse than the stitches the medic was putting in you.

#waking lions #john price x reader #john price x you #f!reader

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newtthetranswriter · 5 months

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Birthday Surprise

Word count: 2232

Paring: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary: Having your birthday during the holidays sucks, but maybe Satoru has an idea on how to make it better.

A/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLEE!!!! Ok so for those who don’t know, today is @bakugoushotwife Birthday, and so I figured I’d write her this cute fic. So Kylee I hope you enjoy, everyone else who reads this I hope you enjoy it as well. Any ways, have a great day and Remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

I always dreaded my birthday, falling right in the heart of the holiday season. Every year someone offers to do something for my birthday, and it always ends up being Christmas themed, like picking out the Christmas tree or going to look at Christmas lights. For once, I just want my birthday to be about me, not some capitalist cash grab dressed up as an important time of year. Hopefully this year will be different, after all this year I’m with someone whose birthday also falls in December so he understands the pain of birthdays being overlooked in Christmas.

Waking up on the first of December, I forgot what day it was, just ready to go about my day as normal. The only thing that told me something was different about today was the lack of a lanky, blue-eyed man in the bed next to me. Deciding to find my boyfriend, I made my way out of our shared room, wandering to the kitchen, where I could make out quiet curses and the sound of pots and pans hitting each other.

Peering around the corner, I could see Satoru digging through a cupboard, grumbling to him self. After watching this grown man dig through a pile of pots and pans, I decided to show myself and ask if he needs help. “Toru, what are you doing?” I asked, entering the kitchen.

He turned around, startled, letting out a sigh when he realized he’d been caught. “Hey, honey, I was just… organizing the pans.” He said with a pause. After seeing a look on my face that said I wasn’t buying it, he sighed again. Saturo quickly pulled me into a gentle hug, before telling the truth. “You caught me. I was trying to make you breakfast in bed for your birthday. And I know you didn’t want to do anything for it, but I figured we could go get coffee and maybe get you some new clothes.” He said, rocking us side to side in the middle of the kitchen. Leaning back slightly to place a kiss on my forehead.

I sighed, knowing that no matter what I said, Satoru would insist on doing something today. “Okay, but we are not doing in thing Christmas related no trees, no Santa, none of that cliché stuff.” I said, breaking our embrace to take a shower and get ready for the morning.

“Already covered, no cliché Christmas stuff on the agenda for today.” He crossed his heart before following me to get ready.

After we were both dressed, we head out. Stopping at a local coffee shop for breakfast, as Satoru’s plans for breakfast in bed had been foiled. I ordered a Carmel mocha and a breakfast sandwich, while Satoru got a Hot chocolate and Chocolate croissant. After getting our order, we sat down to enjoy the food.

“So, where are we going first?” I asked as I sipped my coffee.

Satoru smiled at me over his hot chocolate before responding. “I figured we could walk around the mall, and you could pick out anything you want.” He said, taking a bite of his croissant. He was about to say something else when his phone dinged, signalling he had gotten a text. “Give me one second to deal with this.” He then got up and called someone. I watched as he talked to whoever it was in a hushed voice, before hanging up and coming back to the table. “Sorry about that, now let’s go spoil my baby.” He pulled me up from the table and out of the shop.

As we left the shop, I couldn’t help but be curious as to who he was talking to just a bit ago, though I decided that if it was important, he would tell me. And we made our way to the mall. Satoru let me guide him to the shops I wanted to check out, even though I knew he was paying and didn’t have a price limit, I was careful about picking things out. I didn’t want to seem like I was taking advantage of his kindness.

I had amassed a few bags with clothes and trinkets from Box Lunch and Hot topic, I was now headed into a small shop that sold crystals and stuff. While looking at some small crystals, I noticed Satoru looking at his phone. Now it wouldn’t be that weird but normally when we go out like this he’s watching me like a hawk and buying nearly everything I spend more than five seconds looking at, but he’s keeps checking his phone and I can’t help but to be worried. I mean, what if the call earlier was about a curse they needed him for, and he turned them down to spend the day with me. “Hey Toru, is everything okay? You keep checking your phone, if it’s about work you can take me home and then go deal with it, I’ll be fine.” I said, breaking his attention away from the screen.

He looked at me with a small smile, resting his arm across my back, standing next to me. “It’s not work just Megumi asking why I saved Yuji, because apparently he’s currently having an argument with Kugsaki about one of his horror movies.” He explained quickly. Shrugging it off, knowing that was a regular occurrence with the young sorcerers, I went back to looking at the blue crystals in front of me. “You like those, let’s see if they have a big one.” He started sifting through the bin of crystals.

I reached in a grabbed a smaller one that could fit in my pocket, before showing him. “Actually, this one is perfect. It’s the right size to carry in my pocket with me.” I said, receiving a confused look. “That way when you’re away for work, I can look at and be reminded of your beautiful eyes.” I smiled at me.

Satoru stumbled over his words for a moment before following me further into the store as I looked at other trinkets and crystals. By the time we were done in the store, I had picked out a couple small dragon statues and some more crystals. Stepping back out into the mall, I stretched my back and took a moment to think of what to do next. My thoughts were interrupted by Satoru’s phone going off again, though this time it was clearly the ringtone he had set for Shoko. I looked at him concerned. He just smiled and said everything is fine before stepping away again.

I could barely make out what was being said by the two long time friends, well at least Satoru’s side of the conversation. “No nothing Christmas. If I see a single snowflake, I will hollow purple each one of them. Yes, tell them I said that.” I was so confused, what the hell was going on that he felt the need to use hollow purple on someone, and what about snowflakes. Deciding I wasn’t going to try and figure it out, I waved to get his attention before saying I was going into a store just next to where we’re at, I received a thumbs up before he went back to talking quietly to the other party on the line.

After about ten minutes, Satoru joined me in the store. I picked out a couple small things before deciding it was probably time to call it a day. “That’s enough shopping for today, I’m ready to go home and cuddle.” I said, leaning into his side as we walked through the mall. I felt him shift slightly, and saw him pull his phone out to check something. “ For real, what’s up with you and your phone, first you had to take a call while we had coffee, then Megumi is texting you to complain, and you had a rather heated conversation with Shoko. I’m not made just curious, you wanted to spend the day with me, but it’s like every few seconds you have to check your phone, what’s up?” I asked, honestly tired of the constant phone checks.

“Trust me, nothing's going on. Let’s just get home, and we can order from your favorite take out place.” Satoru said, leading me to the car. I sighed, pouting as we got in the car, I know it’s probably nothing, but why won’t he just tell me what’s happening. “Don’t pout, It’ll give you wrinkles.” He said with a laugh, driving towards our house.

When we arrived, I was shocked to find the front door unlocked. “Hey Toru did you remember to lock the front door when we left?” I asked as he came up behind me carrying the bags from the shopping spree.

“Of course I locked the door, what, do you think I’m stupid or something?” He responded.

I rolled my eyes. “No comment on that last part, but if you locked the door, why is it currently unlocked?” I said earning a scoff for my first statement.

He took a moment to think, “Maybe Megumi stopped by to get away from the others and forgot to lock it, remember that I gave him a key.” He tried to explain it. I shrugged, accepting the answer for now.

Pushing the door open I was still a little on guard cause what if it wasn’t Megumi and some creep was hiding in our house. My nerves settled when I flipped the lights on and saw a familiar pair of black shoes by the front door, finally fully accepting that Megumi is here and probably just turned off some off the lights to hang in the darkness. I made way further into the house, going towards the kitchen to set everything down and get a drink of water.

When I got into the kitchen, I flipped the switch and instead of just the lights turning on, nine familiar faces greeted me with a loud course of ‘SURPRISE’, well four loud surprises, one enthusiastic ‘salmon’ and four grumbles of surprise. After getting over my initial shock, I took in my surroundings. Sitting in my dining/living room, was Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, Maki, Toge, Panda, Yuta, Nanami, and Shoko, all wearing those cheap birthday hats. Above the kitchen Island that separated the kitchen from the dining room was a banner that read ‘Happy Birthday’ in bright letters. In the middle of the island rested a two tier cake, decorated with flowers and crystals, with the words ‘Happy Birthday Y/N’ written in purple frosting.

I held back tears as I took everything in. I didn’t expect to come home to my two closest friends and the students of Jujutsu tech to be sitting with beautiful cake and decorations. All to celebrate my birthday, when they could be out fighting curses or training. Before I could ask any questions, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me from behind. “Happy Birthday Y/n, I hope you’re not mad that I lied about a few things.” I just smiled at Satoru, tipping my head back to ask for a quick kiss, with a mumbled, thank you.

After separating from Satoru, I went to talk with my guests. I chatted with the students about how their day off has been and jokingly asked how much Satoru had to pay them to do this for me. I received a few comments of how he supposedly threatened them all with his technique, or bribed them with food, but I could tell it was all light-hearted jests at the tall man’s expense.

We spent a few hours eating some take out Satoru had ordered, playing some board games per Satoru’s request, and ended the little get-together with cake. After enjoying the cake, Nanami dismissed himself saying he needed to be up early to get back to work, followed by Shoko leaving to get more cigarettes. Once they left, Maki and Megumi were the responsible pair of the seven students and basically dragged three of the other five out of our house with Yuta and Nobara following behind wishing us both a good night.

After doing a half-assed job cleaning everything up, just sticking the leftovers in the fridge, me and Satoru made our way to the bedroom to lay down for the night. Once Satoru had turned off the lights and joined me on the bed, I moved to lay my head on his chest and curl into his side. “Toru” I said quietly, receiving a hum in response. “Thank you again for today, I truly appreciate it. It truly was the best birthday ever.”

He pulled me tighter to his chest before responding. “Of course love. I know it can be hard having your birthday so close to Christmas, everyone always kinda overlooks those of us born in December because of it. But I will never overlook you, I love you too much.” Satoru placed a kiss on the top of my head.

I turned my head to look into his eyes, leaning up slightly for another kiss. “I love you too, Satoru. Although your birthday is in a week, now I have to find a way to one up you.” I said, pulling away. He just chuckled at me, as I laid back down on his chest.

“Just having you here with me is enough.” He said as we both drifted off to sleep.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader fluff #gojo x reader fluff

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fritextramole · 1 month

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leave me standing in the hall or let me enter?

part 5 of a Dan Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Boom Went the Boom ~ Joe Glazer

The wolf don't bother any more He starved to death right by my door

Alien Blues ~ Vundabar

I only talk to dogs because they don't understand me My teeth are yellow, hello world Would you like me a little better if they were white like yours?

Bum Bum Bum ~ Cass McCombs

They say, "Buy when there's blood in the streets Even if the blood is your own" So they employed men far away To turn against their home Centuries in the distant mist But it's not a dream No, it ain't no dream, it's all too real How long until This river of blood congeals?

Brazil ~ Declan McKenna

What have I become? I'm the face of God, I'm my father's son

Hold Me My Daddy ~ XTC

If this means war, why are we in it? Might've fired off a couple of rounds, I didn't mean to begin it. If these are the bullets that every father and son must chew, Well then hold me my daddy, I forgot to say I love you.

Ghosting ~ Mother Mother

I won't make noises in your stairs I will be kind and I'll be sweet If you stop staring straight through me And this is why I have decided To pull these old white sheets from my head I'll leave them folded neat and tidy So that you'll know I'm out of hiding

Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land ~ MARINA

I am not my body, not my mind or my brain Not my thoughts or feelings, I am not my DNA I am the observer, I'm a witness of life

Don’t Shut Me Down ~ ABBA

I'm fired up, I'm hot, don't shut me down I'm not the one you knew, I'm now, and then combined And I'm asking you to have an open mind (and I won't be the same)

Something In My Eye ~ Matt Berry

But here I am Grown I've come so far Alone I count the days Until I see you again

How Soon Is Now? ~ The Smiths

How can you say I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does

My Own Worst Enemy ~ Lit

It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy 'Cause every now and then, I kick the living shit out of me

Freakin’ Out On the Interstate ~ Briston Maroney

I'm walking back to my favorite place And I can feel them staring at me Baby, do you think I'm doing something wrong? And you got a lot on your mind And your heart, it looks just like mine

Kiss Me (I Loved You) ~ Father John Misty

I loved you I heard everything about you And maybe half of it was true

Arms Unfolding ~ dodie

hope i'm not tired of rebuilding cause this might take a little more i think i'd like to try look at you and feel the way i did before.

You Only Need You ~ Tom Rosenthal

You'll get me if you need me and you'll be fine if you don't You said it was arranged by love You have a lot of love to give out

Hello Stranger ~ Julia Holter

If you're not gonna stay Please don't tease me like you did before Because I still love you so

Night Terrors ~ shinigami

Growing up time moves faster than I can Sick and tired of lying to myself I cannot fucking stand this I'm sick of fucking standing On my own, on my phone

Mad World ~ Gary Jules, Michael Andrews

Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me "Hello, teacher! Tell me, what's my lesson?" Look right through me, look right through me

3 a.m. ~ Gregory Alan Isakov

give me darkness when i’m dreaming give me moonlight when i’m leaving give me shoes that weren’t made for standing

Everything Is Free Father John Misty

Everything I ever done Gotta give it away Someone hit the big score They figured it out

Rest Awhile ~ They Might Be Giants

I got rid of my jackets and coats I threw out all of my pants I got sick of my stinkin' clothes I had to get rid of them I'm not yet considering replacing them I'm only glad to be rid of them

Daddy Sang Bass ~ Johnny Cash

singin' seems to help a troubled soul one of these days and it won't be long i'll rejoin them in a song

#gg #ggplaylists #dan humphrey #gossip girl #source: senamarais

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ti-bae-rius · 2 years

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Bartender x Customer AU (Malec)

Best Served Cold - requested by @writing-in-verse

Note to self: when leaving an awful date, make sure they aren’t walking the same way as you.

“Well, this is me,” Alec announced awkwardly, and cut down a nearby alley before the inevitable ‘this was great, let’s do this again some time’ kiss. He’d be able to work out another route when he figured out where this alley would bring him. Still, it was probably best to wait at least long enough to avoid running into his date again. Digging into his pocket, he pulled his phone out and hit the power button. Nothing. In the blank, black screen, he could see his own despairing face reflected back at him. He looked around at the buildings that backed onto the alley, the fire doors and big kitchen extractor vents. From one, music was pouring - a club maybe? Or a bar? Surely there would be a payphone there he could use. Without any better ideas, and hoping he wouldn’t set off any alarms, he slipped through the fire door.

It didn’t take long to find the main bar area where, despite the music, it actually wasn’t too busy. After doing a lap of the place, looking for any possible hiding spot for a payphone, Alec sighed: he was going to have to ask someone. Could his night possibly get any worse? First the date, then his phone dying, now forced social interaction; it was Alec’s own personal hell, and the red-tinted club lights seemed oddly fitting.

The bar counter itself was kind of crowded, but that was okay. Alec wasn’t in a hurry. It was 11pm in New York City and last call was at least two hours away. He slumped onto a stool near the end of the counter, chin on his hand, and tried to work out where his date had gone wrong. The movie they saw was bad, the food truck they stopped at for tacos kind of sucked, but Alec knew that wasn’t really it. In the end, it was him. It was always him, being too nervous to make a move, too panicked by anything akin to PDA, too…Alec. So he kept going on these awful dates to try and get out of his shoe-closet-sized comfort zone. It would be good practice, he told himself, for when he met someone he actually liked. If tonight was anything to go by though, he should probably prepare for plenty more nights like this, Alec thought.

“Helloooo?”

Jolting so suddenly he had to bite back a yelp, Alec looked up at the person who’d clearly been attempting to get his attention for some time, who gave him an impatient but not unfriendly chuckle.

“Are you ordering?”

“Do you take card?” Alec stumbled, still adjusting.

“Do we take card? How old are you?” the bartender laughed. “Yes, we take card, grandpa. We even do contactless, if you can believe it.”

Alec smiled a little, nodding. “Sorry, I don’t have any cash on me and my phone’s dead so I only have my card and –” The man was looking at him, one eyebrow raised. Alec felt his face go red and hoped the similarly-coloured lights hid it. “Just an old-fashioned, please.”

“Oh my God, you are a grandpa,” the bartender said, bending to get a glass and a bottle from under the counter. “Tell me,” he went on when he stood back up, “what was it like before movies had sound and colour and all this new-fangled nonsense?”

“Wow, the bartenders here are so nice,” Alec deadpanned. “Why haven’t I come here before?”

The man slid the drink across and put a hand out when Alec reached for his wallet. “It’s okay, sir, I don’t need to see your ID. Just show me your Blockbuster Video card or the address of your retirement home.”

“I was getting my card out to pay actually.”

The man waved a hand dismissively. “I don’t feel comfortable taking money from the elderly.” He patted the back of Alec’s hand with a faux patronising smile and went over to take the next order. Alec watched, sucking on the flesh of the orange slice from his glass, and wondered if the man would come back.

It wasn’t long until the counter cleared again, though somewhat longer before Alec built up the courage to say anything.

“Hi,” he called, but probably not loud enough. Still, the man turned and coasted over. “Hey, um…”

“Magnus,” the bartender supplied. The name fit him like a glove, like a tailored suit. From the waistcoat over the mesh top to the eyeliner and the hair that glittered when the red lights hit it, this was a ‘Magnus’ if there ever was one.

“Alec,” he returned. “You don’t have any payphones around, do you?” Magnus shook his head and Alec sighed. “Wouldn’t have been much use anyway,” he conceded. “No loose change.”

Magnus looked around and then put a hand out. “Here, give me your phone. I keep a charger behind the bar. I’ll charge it for you.” Alec handed the phone over gratefully and Magnus leaned an elbow on the bar, slouching so the two of them were eye-to-eye. “So, what’s wrong?”

Caught off guard, Alec didn’t say anything for a moment. “Nothing. Just…wanted a night-cap,” was what he eventually settled on.

With narrowed eyes, Magnus surveyed him for a second, then pointed over Alec’s shoulder, making him turn to follow the line of sight. “See that couple there? They’re going to break up tonight - specifically, he’s going to break up with her. He always pretends he doesn’t mind she’s a messy bitch when she’s drunk but he’s sick of it.” His finger shifted to the other side of the room where a girl sat testing at a table. “She’s about to quit her job. Probably tomorrow, but maybe even before she leaves here.” His hand trailed to a guy chatting with a group, all half-shouting in that way that tipsy people did. “He’s leaving town tomorrow. Afternoon flight, luckily, but I do not envy the jetlag-hangover combo meal waiting for him when he touches down.” His gaze shifted back to Alec. “So?”

“How can you possibly know all that?”

“Bartenders see everything. We’re basically professional people watchers who occasionally do a little mixology on the side.” He smirked. “Don’t make me wipe down the bar and ask ‘Tough day?’ It makes me feel like a total cliche.”

“Fine,” Alec relented. “Fine. I’ve just been on a horrendous date and when we said goodbye we both started walking the same way. So I came in here to hide.”

Magnus laughed. “Been there. So what was it? Nothing in common?”

“Not even that. I wouldn’t be opposed to dating someone who was my polar opposite. But the conversation didn’t flow and it all felt awkward. There was just no…”

“Spark?”

“Exactly.”

“So,” Magnus asked, elbows propped on the bar and chin cupped in both hands. “What are you looking for? Who is the ideal date?”

Alec ran a hand through his hair nervously. “I don’t know. Someone nice?”

Magnus scoffed, topping up Alec’s glass. “Nice? What next? ‘Funny’ and ‘kind’?”

“Maybe,” Alec retorted. “Someone…fun, and confident, and who knows how to say no to those people who try to sign you up for mailing lists on the street. Someone who’s the total opposite of me. Someone who’s spontaneous, maybe who likes to travel. Just someone like…”

He trailed off and found Magnus smiling back at him. It made him blush a little for some reason.

“How about you?” he asked instead, trying to shift the conversational spotlight away from himself. “Unless you already…?”

“Probably just someone with money,” Magnus joked. “No millionaires have been in recently, so I’m still living the single life. Maybe I’ll hit up this Richard guy though.”

Alec’s eyes widened and he stared back, lost for words. “What?”

“Like I said, bartenders know everything,” Magnus insisted. He paused. “That and your phone’s turned back on and you have, like, 11 tests from ‘Richard, weird ears’.” He laughed. “I’m not even going to ask what–” He paused. “Wait…is one ear higher than the other?”

“Stop that! No way you guessed that!”

Magnus cackled, head thrown back, apparently thrilled. “We’ve been on a date with the same guy! The same awful guy!”

Alec groaned, taking a long drink from his glass. But, the same guy? That meant…

“You’re, um…” Alec flushed, not knowing how to ask. Was it rude? Almost definitely, yes, but Magnus was nodding solemnly.

“Also someone with bad taste? Unfortunately, yes, I am.”

Alec laughed and leaned closer. “He clicked at the guy making our food.” He paused for effect. “At a taco truck.”

“Horrific,” Magnus said with a wince. “He didn’t tip when we got dinner. And he flirted with all the wait staff.”

Alec grimaced. “We deserve compensation.”

“No, we need to right the wrongs,” Magnus insisted. “We need to go to that restaurant and tip like 40%, go to that taco truck and hype up the most basic of tacos.”

“Go to the cinema and not talk all the way through the movie.”

“Oh my God, he’s the worst. Yes, let’s do it. It’s a date.”

Alec’s heart gave a thud in his chest and goosebumps raced down his arms. A date. Before he could obsess over it, Magnus was beckoning him.

“Give me your finger to unlock your phone. I’ll put my number in.” He stopped suddenly, apparently shy. “If you want, I mean. Sorry, I just–”

Alec put his thumb on the home button of his phone, slid it back across the bar towards Magnus who smiled and took the phone, typing in his number.

“There. I’ll text myself so I have yours.”

He tapped away and then checked his own phone, putting Alec’s down on the counter. He put a hand to his chest, faux-scandalised. “That is a very bold first text, Alec. Such impropriety, and from an elderly gentleman like yourself, no less.”

Alec clicked into his messages, opened the top chat, and saw the text from him to Magnus: ‘Made you look. x’ He grinned. At the top of the conversation, he saw the contact name: Magnus, normal ears. Alec tipped his head, squinting, making a show of examining Magnus’s ears. Aside from all of the cuffs and studs, he had to concede that they were pretty normal. Magnus rolled kohl-lined eyes, smiling despite himself.

“Sorry, is anyone actually serving or should I just come behind the bar and make my own drink?”

The two of them glanced up to see a man leaning against the bar at the other end. Magnus sighed.

“Duty calls. Maybe we should set him up with Richard,” he grinned.

“I’ll text you!” Alec called, and the warm feeling inside him grew, totally separate to the alcohol in him. Perhaps the night hadn’t begun so great but, looking back over at Magnus as he headed outside to find a taxi, it had certainly ended on a high.

#malec #malec fic #magnus lightwood bane #magnus bane #alec lightwood bane #alec lightwood #cassandra clare #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #fanfic #the mortal instruments #tmi

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Hehehe just for you Ill give you a happy ending to this story :3 enjoy!

Its a few years after that faithful class and a few months after you graduate. But no matter how hard you try, you couldnt get that southern beauty out of your head. You tried your luck when applying for other classes, but your schedule never seemed to line up. Asking around didnt really help either, she didnt live on campus and wasnt particularly close to the people you hang out. Whatever, it wasnt a big deal! Its not like she haunts your daydreams when you should be paying attention in class and back in your room while youre sleeping. Its ok, really.

Anyways, you had the most exhausting week youve had since graduating, so you decided to treat yourself to your favorite coffee shop/bookstore. Its been awhile since youve been there. Putting on your most comfortable but still cute outfit, you head out of your apartment and set out.

Once you arrived, you got hit with the bitter coffee smell and the soothing jazz playing on the speakers. Its wasnt terribly busy, but there was still a decent line for the register. So much for an easy day. You sighed and made your way to the back of the line. You couldnt see who was manning the register but you could tell it was definitely someone newer cause usually it goes a little faster with seasoned workers. No big deal tho, you'll be sure to tip them a little extra for having to deal with customers all day.Slowly but surely, you made your way up to the register counter. You already had your order in mind, so there was no need to look up at the menu. So that left you being face to face with the cashier. Who had a...familiar face. You couldnt pin out how and where, but she looked so familiar. Gorgeous brown hair pulled back behind her cap, beautiful light green eyes, full lips that had a shine from gloss, and perfect manicured nails on top of her tablet. All in all, one of the most beautiful girls youve ever seen. But where have you seen her?

"What can I get started for you, sweetheart?"

Just from hearing her voice, all of it came rushing back to you. The biology class, being paired up and initially dreading it, fearing she would be another case of dropping all the work into you while still getting credit, actually turning out to be one of the nicest people you ever met. The girl that plagued your mind for months even after the class ended. The one you were too nervous to talk to and regretted that you missed your chance. Now shes here standing not even a foot away from you.

"Uh..you on, doll? Youre holding up the line."

Quickly breaking out of your thoughts and yelping out your order, you handed her some cash and sped walked to a empty table before groaning into your hands. Of course you had to embarrass yourself in front of her and the entire shop. Goddammit, why cant things go your way?

Eventually, your name was called from the front and you stood up to grab your cup. You took a sip and, wow. It was perfect, exactly how you liked it. Kudos to whoever made it. Lowering your cup, you noticed more writing next to your name. Confused, you turned the cup around to read what it said.

'I thought I remembered you from somewhere! LTNS cutie! Maybe we can catch up sometime? ;) xxx-xxx-xxxx'

Your cheeks burned up as you looked over at the workers counter. The two of you made eye contact and she gave you a quick wink before moving on to help her customer. Butterflies fluttered in your chest and your cheeks burned hotter. But before you could forget, you made sure to add the number to your contacts list for later.

Maybe some good came out of all this after all.

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#therre are not enohgh words in either of my languages to explain how insane about this i feel THANK YOU WTF #ohhhhh. Oh i would marry her so fast there would be no big ceremony just me her and the fuckinf licensed marriage personand it would be so #wondeefully perfect im 😭💕😭💕😭💗💗💗💗💗#thank you you're amazing i love you . 🫶🫶🫶#ask #asher tag

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Please can you do cash? I like to know how he would react to us being pregnant x

Oh that's actually my first Cash request ☺️I'm more than happy to write that for you anon 🖤

After years of being partners and working together Cash and I finally confessed our feelings for each other and started dating. Today it was our two year anniversary and he took me to our favorite diner. It wasn't a very fancy one but it was the one we would always have our lunch breaks and also the one where we shared our first kiss. A friendly waitress guided us to our table and shortly after sitting down I felt weird. "Are you okay babe?" he asked. "I don't know I feel kind of weird. Maybe I'm just hungry." we looked at the menu and ordered but as soon as the food came I immediately felt like throwing up so I ran as fast as I could to the restrooms. I knelt in front of the toilet and everything I ate that day left my body. When I left the restroom Cash was already waiting for me. "Hey babe how do you feel?" he pulled me close to his body rubbing my back softly. "Ughh... I feel terrible can we just go home please?" "Of course babe come on, let's go." At home Cash brought me directly into the bedroom, tucked me in and brought me some tea. He left to call our boss that I wasn't feeling well and that I wouldn't be able to work the next day. Then it hit me, my period was late and I thought it was because of the stress but I had to know. I went to the bathroom and took a pregnancy test. "Babe, are you in there? Do you need something?" came his voice from the door. The three minutes were up, I took a deep breath and looked at it. "Cash! Can you come in please?" he opened the door immediately and rushed over to me. He knelt down in front of me and looked at me concerned. "What do you need babe? Are you okay?" "Cash I... I know what's wrong with me. It seems there's someone who causes all the trouble." I said and handed him the test. He looked between me and the test. He cleared his throat "Does that... does that mean I'm going to be a dad? We're having a baby?" I smiled at him "Yes we will be a family. I mean I have to go to a doctor but yes you're going to be a dad." he looked down on the test in his hands again and I could see a few tears rolling down his cheek. "Are you okay?" I asked "Of course babe. Just when I thought I couldn't be happier you're telling me we're having a baby. I love you so much babe." he pulled me into the most sensual and emotional kiss we ever shared. "I love you too Cash, you will be an amazing dad."

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #cash x reader #cash

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An Eddie Munson Collection - Part 2 - Movie Date Night

Eddie and you go for your first proper date to a drive-in movie theatre with a few little extras afterward. More fluff and cuteness are to be found here.

A collection of Eddie Muson one shots ranging from fluffy to smutty. Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist. If you liked what you read please leave some kudos or maybe a reblog or comment. Consider hitting the follow button too for more content.

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Horror movies, Language, Mentions of drugs and drug use

Part 2

Having just gotten a new car and a provisional license gave you much-needed freedom from home. It meant you could get to and from work easier and it meant you and Eddie could now do more with dates. It had only been two weeks and having beers after work Tuesdays was getting a little the same old. So now you had the car, it seemed only fitting to do a drive-in movie theatre date. And Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge had already been out a week, and you were desperate to see it.

Riffling through your closet, you looked for something that you would not only feel attractive in but also would be warm in. It was November, after all. You settled on your black ripped skinny jeans and a Black Sabbath shirt, which you tied up around your stomach, so it was cropped and showing just a little skin to tease. After doing your makeup and hair, you headed downstairs, narrowly avoiding a lecture from your father about what you wear wearing.

Throwing your jacket on the passenger seat, you finished lacing up your boots in the car before starting the engine. It was roughly twenty minutes to the trailer park and when you arrived; you parked outside what you hoped was Eddie’s trailer. He hadn’t been completely clear with the description. Putting your jacket on, you got out of the car and climbed the steps to the front door. Before you could even knock, it was thrown open by an excited-looking Eddie.

“Hi,” he greeted. You had a sneaking suspicion he had been waiting by the window for you to show up, which would explain why the door had opened so fast. If it were true, that just made him twice as adorable. “Hey, ready to go?” You asked. “Hell yeah.” Eddie locked up the trailer before following you to your car. Producing a cassette tape from his pocket, he glanced at you for permission to play his music in the car.

“Do you mind?” He asked. “Not at all.” Once the tape was in, Iron Maidens, ‘Where Eagles Dare’ played. You were going for a later showing of the movie in the hopes it would be quieter. The last thing you needed was the date to be interrupted by any of the jocks from Hawkins High. Eddie had already made it abundantly clear how much he despised Jason. A part of you was glad you were done with high school now so you could avoid the drama, but it was also fun when Eddie filled you in.

You didn’t mind that he was still technically in school; he was pretty determined to graduate next year. And it’s not like you were dating a minor. Okay, so your parents wouldn’t approve that you were dating someone like Eddie, but you would not let that stop you. They’d approve even less if they knew he sold drugs. Again, you didn’t mind when he gave you free weed. And it’s not like he forced you to take it or pushed it on to you, nor did he take much of it himself that it was a problem.

Eventually pulling up at the ticket booth, you handed over the cash for the tickets. “Popcorn?” Eddie asked. “It wouldn’t be a movie date if we didn’t get popcorn.” Eddie handed you a ten-dollar bill, telling you to get whatever other snacks you wanted. You ordered two drinks and a pack of strawberry Twizzlers too. Eddie took the snacks from you so you could keep your hands on the wheel as you drove to the numbered spot. “You’ve seen the first one, right?” You asked. “Of course, I mean I’m more into Leatherface or Michael. But Freddy’s cool.”

“Freddy’s hot,” you said seriously. Eddie paused, glancing at you with a frown. Obviously, he’d missed the joke. “He’s hot because those parents set him on fire, duh,” you explained with a chuckle. Eddie burst out laughing, finally in on the joke. He was laughing so hard that he almost spilled one of the drinks. Smiling at the noise, you felt a sense of pride having gotten your date to laugh that hard. Normally it was the guy’s job to be funny, but fuck those stereotypes.

“That’s a good one, you really had me for a second,” Eddie said between chuckles. “I can reassure you, burnt guys are not my type.” “Good, I don’t think I’m willing to go to that great a length to impress you.” “But what lengths are you willing to go to?” “Hmm, well, I wanted to keep it a secret until it was completely ready, but I may be in the process of writing a song for you.” You couldn’t hide how surprised and flattered you were. Eddie Munson was so inspired by his feelings for you that he was writing a song. You’d never had such a grand gesture before.

“Well, as excited as I am to hear it, I want to hear it in full. So don’t tell me anything until it’s ready,” you explained. “I wasn’t going to. I’m not giving you a single lyric until it’s done.” The screen up ahead turned on and trailers started to play. Eddie put your drinks in the cup holders, and the popcorn sat between you both. Pulling your straw out of the top of your cup, you replaced it with a Twizzler and took a sip. Eddie raised an eyebrow, a soft smile on his face.

“What? They double as perfectly good straws. And it’s good for the environment as you eat it once you’re done,” you said a little defensively. “I’ve never considered it that way before. You’re so weird. But like in a good way, a way that matches my weird.” “Good save there, Munson.”

Finally, the movie started, Eddie reaching for a handful of popcorn before practically shoveling it into his mouth. “You’re not gonna get scared, are you?” He asked. “Why? You need an excuse to put your arm around me?” “Hey, I didn’t know what boundaries there may or may not be. Whilst most guys go straight in with one thing on their mind regardless of the girl’s feelings, I’m not like that.” “No, you’re not. But we’re also not teens anymore. If it feels right, do it.”

With that, Eddie put his arm around you and pulled you in a little closer. He didn’t try to cop a feel or anything to make you uncomfortable. Both of you reached for the popcorn at the same time, your hands brushing against each other. That familiar spark was back between you, his touch awaken something within you. Meeting each other’s gaze, Eddie Munson was once again all you could focus on. Leaning in, your lips met in a gentle, hesitant kiss. Both of you were now sure that the other was comfortable and kissed again.

The second kiss was full of confidence and longing. As if both of you had been starved of a good kiss for years. You wanted to take it further, but there were enough people around that you stayed in your seat. Even if you wanted to straddle him and take things much further. Eddie seemed the type of guy to kiss and not tell. He knew how to keep such intimate things to himself, unlike most guys who liked to brag about their conquests to their buddies afterward.

Pulling away, you noticed the soft smile on his face, the devotion in his eyes. It was enough to make your heart swell. “As much as I would like to make out with you, there’s people around, and I also really wanted to watch this movie,” you giggled. “It’s cool, I get it. That stuffs private, something that should just be between us.” “Exactly, I’m so glad you get it. It’s exhausting trying to find a guy who gets it.” His fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you in for another sweet kiss.

Afterward, you both watched the movie, completely unphased by the horror and gore elements. If anything, both of you were fascinated when Freddy tore himself out of Jesse’s body, both of you watching with jaws open in awe. “That’s fucking awesome,” Eddie mused. When the movie finished, you noticed how fast other cars were getting out of there, which just caused traffic to build up. You decided you would wait for a little while until it calmed down.

Besides, both of you were keen to discuss your thoughts and feelings about the movie. “I mean, we knew it wasn’t going to be as good as the first one,” Eddie declared. “True, but I guess my expectations were a little high. It felt like Freddy was hardly in it. The only good scene really was the pool massacre.” “Right, I still can’t get over the scene where he came out of Jesse’s chest. That was insane.” There was still plenty of popcorn left to snack on, so you both started trying to throw it into each other’s open mouths and seeing who could score the most points.

Eddie won with a total of ten whilst you lagged behind with a total of four. The theatre was mostly empty now. But you didn’t want this night to be over yet, you didn’t want to have to say goodbye now. “Did you wanna get burgers?” You asked. “Sure. There should still be a few places open this late. Even if it’s just a shitty little diner.” Driving out of the theatre, you headed into town looking for a place that still had its lights on and an ‘open’ sign on the door.

When you found one, you parked up and headed inside, unsure if to grab a table or not. “Do you wanna eat here or in the car?” You asked. “I have a better place we can eat. Cheeseburgers good?” “Yeah.” Eddie went up to the counter and ordered the food, handing over another crumpled ten dollars. You already noticed the looks you two were getting from the waitress and suppressed an eye roll. The moment the bag was placed on the counter, Eddie snatched it up and grabbed your hand to pull you out of the door.

Your hand fit nicely in his, and the sudden gesture distracted you from the staring. It almost felt like two puzzle pieces that just slotted into place perfectly, two pieces that had always meant to be together. The warmth of his skin and the cold metal of his rings were an odd but welcome contrast. Getting back in the car, you followed Eddie’s directions. Soon you found yourself out of the city and down darker, quieter roads.

“Eddie, this is looking kinda sketchy. You’re not taking me out to murder me, right?” You joked. “I wouldn’t have brought you a burger if I was planning on murdering you.” Both of you laughed at his joke before Eddie told you to head up another dimly lit road. At the top was a lookout point, overlooking the entire of Hawkins. And there wasn’t another car in sight, it was just the two of you. “You come here often?” You asked with a smirk as you realized how cheesy that question sounded.

“Yeah. Normally, I come here when I want to be alone. But now I like the idea of being alone with you.” Sometimes Eddie Munson was too sweet for his own good, this was one of those times. You felt flattered that he wanted to share his private spot with you; it was like he was letting you in more emotionally and you welcomed every part he wanted to show you. Leaning over, you kissed his cheek, feeling his smile grow. The truth was, you liked being alone with him, too.

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The Weight of a Butterfly | Chapter 3

✦ Shinazugawa Sanemi x femReader

✦ Synopsis: Sanemi gets a new Butterfly Girl who he really doesn't like at first, or even at all. Or maybe he does? Short, heartwarming, fluff story.

✦ Warnings: reader is described as an orphan, no smut

✦ From author: This is my first book written in English. It does contain a bunch of mistakes and overall isn't that great when it comes to writing skills. Nonetheless, I have a great sentiment for it and still adore the plot, that's why I decided to (re)post it. If you want to see my writing progress you can catch up on one of my more recent works.

Word count: 1k

Waking up, you sat in your bed. It was always weird to gut up in a strange room. Now this was your room. It was big and it was only you here.

Memories from last night hit you. You and your master came to his Estate, which was close to the village, the whole way in silence. He showed you your room and left you here. You had the whole evening to think about how much you messed up. You thought about making this up for him. Changing into the clothes that you found in the cupboard, you made your way down. Your outfit was simple and white. You looked like a housekeeper. Shinazugawa was nowhere to be found.

You explored the Estate. It had two storeys and was not very decorated. There were no flowers, no paintings. Just walls, floor, and a lot of empty rooms.

Looking out of the window you spotted your master training in the garden with some dummies. The garden looked better. There were stone paths and rockeries everywhere. A few tries gave shade in some places and there was a single rocking bench to sit. You could do a lot of things in that garden.

You ran down to the kitchen wanting to make breakfast. Unfortunately, the kitchen was empty. You had to ask Shinazugawa for some cash for groceries. You found a way to the garden, took a deep breath, and pushed the doors outside.

Shinazugawa was training hard, sweat dripping from his chin and forehead. He only had loose trousers on himself which made you look at him, no matter how hard you didn't want to. His skin was strewn with scars.

Suddenly he stopped smashing his sword into the dummies and turned your way.

''What are you staring at?'' He gave you a questioning look, rather an angry one.

''Sorry master.'' You bowed. ''I wanted to ask if you would be willing to hand me some money for the groceries. I wish to make you a meal.''

''I eat at the stall where I was yesterday.'' He shrugged his arms and went back to training.

Little did he know that now you were angry. Cooking was a sanctity for you. You loved to cook and nothing was better than a homemade meal. There were so many recipes for soups, main courses, and desserts. This whole thing was about to go to trash because of a simple 'I eat at the stall'.

''I am deeply sorry master, but I need to disobey you once more!'' You stated, looking at him.

He turned your way with an unsettling look.

''You got two orders and you can't follow even one?''

''I am deeply sorry master! As a Butterfly Girl I need to take care of your health and think that eating at a stall all the time is not best for you. You need certain meals depending on your training and wounds. I will cook for you.'' This was bold, but you crossed your hands on your chest.

Shinazugawa was a bit shocked. No other Butterfly Girl ever opposed him in this matter. Why was this one so eager to cook for him? Whatever, it would only make his food cheaper.

Master made his way towards you. When he crossed past you, you could feel the heat of his body. He was really training hard. You heard some coins rattling behind you, then, something banging on a wooden surface.

''Here.'' Was all that he said.

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Coming back with the groceries, you made your way to the kitchen. Finally it looked like someone actually lived here. You also bought some flowers and seeds to give a bit of a charm to the rest of the house. It was for your master's mental health. Kidding, you just felt like you lived in a ghost town.

Preparing the meal you thought about how you cooked for that guy even if he was so mean to you. Yes, you made mistakes, but you barely knew him and it was all new. Whatever, it's your job and you're a hard worker.

When the late breakfast was ready you packed it all, a few small dishes, on a bamboo tray, and went to your masters rooms. He had the whole part of the house for himself. You only peaked a bit while talking to him through the garden, but you actually never stepped into his part of the estate.

You knocked on the large door. They were painted light blue and had wind likenesses on them. Someone skilled must have painted it. You heard a faint 'come in'.

Pushing the door to the side you saw your master sitting and doing... you didn't even know what. He was just sitting there. He must have been doing something, but maybe he didn't want to show you. Why must he act like such a non-human?

You put the tray on a table.

''I hope you will like it, master.'' You bowed.

He didn't move an inch.

''After you finish breakfast I wanted to ask, would you agree to a massage? You can't leave your muscles like that after a hard training session. It's not efficient.'' Of course you didn't mean any sexy massage, you wanted to give him old, good muscle breaking.

''Never used them.'' He responded.

''I insist.''

''Why are you so stubborn?''

''I want to do my job good for you.''

He looked you in the eye, but you didn't back off.

''Okay.'' He made his way to the table.

''Where do you wish to have the massage?''

''Do you need to ask about everything? Just do what you think is best and leave me.'' he got angry.

''I don't need to ask if you don't wish me to.'' This magical sentence could give you so many new perspectives here, he just has to agree.

''Whatever.''

''Good, see you in thirty in your garden, master.'' You bowed with a sinister smile.

After you left the room Shinazugawa looked at the door you just disappeared behind.

Annoying, stubborn, weak, pretty and silly... everyone of them is like that.

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#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #college #university #college student #shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #sanemi x y/n

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Hotline Mobius: Work Day

Author’s Note: This is basically what Amy Rose’s life involves now that the Caller has made her Overalls.

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Amy Rose had grown to really hate the sound of her phone ringing over the past year. She flinched whenever it did because of who could be on the other end. And what she could be made to do. But she knew she had to answer, because there was no telling what he might do if she ignored him. His distorted voice came in, a poisonous kind of friendly, and Amy’s blood ran ice cold. “Heya, Amy. I got another job for you.” When Amy nodded, the voice continued. “This one is a simple seek-and-destroy mission. The mask will give you a location; go there and clear it out. Then, take whatever important stuff you can, leave it in the dumpster, and torch the place. If there’s money there, you can keep it. Consider it a tip, heh.” Amy nodded again and prepared to hang up, but then the voice added, “And Amy? Don’t play with me. You remember what happened the last time you did.” Yes. She did. The fire at Cream’s house. No one was hurt, but they’d had to stay with Amy and Sonic, her roommate, while the house got repaired. Amy nodded slowly, and replied with a shaky voice. “I won’t.” The caller then hung up, and Amy went to her attic. Her outfit was simple. Blood-red shirt and shoes, and black overalls. Blood wasn’t as visible on those colors. And white rubber gloves with brass knuckles so she could hit harder and wash them more easily after the fact. And, of course, the mask. She hated the mask. A dragon’s skull, cold as death and practically radiating with a twisted power she feared the very idea of using. It poured thoughts and information into her mind as the caller wanted. But it concealed her identity, and it made her enemies fear her, which she could use on the battlefield. So she put it on, and the mask showed her a guiding line. If she followed it, she would get where she had to go. So she followed it. After going invisible and climbing out her attic window and over her roof so Sonic wouldn’t notice, of course. An Eggman Empire base? Amy must have been getting promoted. Or maybe it was because she’d wiped out the entire Deadly Six faction (by herself, mind you, and she had to check herself for enjoying what she’d done to Zavok so much) and other vic- people who worked for the caller had wiped out other factions, so this was the next logical step. At any rate, the place was full of people who didn’t need to be alive anymore, so she turned invisible and went in to do that. There were just a few people in the front of the building. Once Amy slipped in, her first order of business was to tackle one of them, pull out a switchblade, and cut their throat with it before stealing their gun and turning visible again, shooting the other two workers in the heads. She then took their guns and started walking. It went like clockwork from there. The people she shot, the people she stabbed or cut, the people whose faces she beat in, the people whose throats or hearts she ripped out, the people whose necks she broke, it all blended together. Maybe it was better that way. Her nightmares were bad enough as it was. She tuned back into reality as she was using someone as a living shield in a shootout. When she ran out of ammo, she hurled the guy into the last shooter and went invisible, stomping on the last shooter’s arm to shatter it before taking his gun. Two shots to the head, and that part of the job was over. Amy sighed and sat on a nearby chair, clearing her head. Then she got up to find important stuff, which mainly consisted of a briefcase with papers and a tablet in it. There was also a safe full of cash, which her hammer made quick work of. Maybe she could get Cream a new bed for her pet with this. Or get Sonic an upgrade for his wheelchair. It already could hover and all, but she wanted it to be as good as it could get. She could decide later. She pocketed the cash, grabbed the briefcase, took what she could off the Empire workers, and left the briefcase in the dumpster. Once she was in her car, she got another call. “Good work, Amy. I knew I could count on you.” Amy sighed in reply and kept driving. She had to wash off.

#hotline mobius #overalls #sonic.exe au #sonic.exe oc #sonic.exe

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Cristin Milioti, William Jackson Harper, Luis Gerardo Mendez, Nina Bloomgarden, Gabriela Cartol & Andy Siara

Getting to the Heart of the Mystery of The Resort at San Diego Comic-Con 2022!

by Lindsey Blick

According to its new broadcast home Peacock, The Resort is a fast-paced mystery disguised as a multi-generational love story. Series creator Andy Siara describes it even better. "It's a very weird show," Siara joked during roundtable interviews at San Diego Comic-Con 2022. Essentially, a fifteen-year-old unsolved mystery entangles an unhappy couple Emma (Cristin Milioti) and Noah (William Jackson Harper) on their anniversary trip to the Yucatan.

The Resort’s all-star cast consists of Harper (The Good Place, The Underground Railroad), Milioti (Made for Love, Palm Springs), Nick Offerman (Parks & Recreation, Pam & Tommy), Skyler Gisondo (The Righteous Gemstones, Licorice Pizza), Luis Gerardo Méndez (Narcos: Mexico, Murder Mystery), Nina Bloomgarden (Hot Pink, Jane), and Gabriela Cartol (La Camarista, Hernán).

According to series creator Andy Siara, the idea for the show was envisioned nearly a decade ago. Siara kept going back to the script and rebuilding it. He said it wasn’t working for him until he got a little older. Only after about seven or eight years had passed, was when he realized he was seeing both himself and the script through a nostalgic lens, what really helped The Resort come to life was seeing things differently in his 30s than he had in his 20s.

In anticipation of The Resort's debut on Peacock – which comes out on July 28th – Pop Entertainment sat down with the cast and creators at San Diego Comic-Con 2022 to get the scoop. Below is what they had to say!

Can you tell us a little bit about the characters you play in your new show?

William Jackson Harper: (Jokingly) No!

No? Nothing?

Cristin Milioti: Emma is at a real crossroads in her life. Whether she would admit it or is conscious of it or not, [she] is trying to figure out what went wrong.

William Jackson Harper: Noah is relatively content and probably not interrogating certain things. He’s probably at a place where he thinks he has reached his allotted amount of happiness and anything beyond that is asking just a bit too much. Final answer. (They both laugh)

The story revolves around solving a mystery. Would that be something that would interest you in real life?

Cristin Milioti: It depends on where you are in your life. I think the show does [that] well too. They need this in order to not talk about the elephant in the room. Maybe if I found myself in that energy, I would also be a bit more open to figuring out a murder.

William Jackson Harper: (laughs) Murder most foul. I would probably leave a lot of stuff alone if I found a phone in the woods or something like that. If it’s brand new I’d see if someone needs it back. If it was old, I’d probably just recycle it and just let it go. But the thing about this story that’s interesting is the fact that in spite of all that stuff there is this need to waken things up. In a way I think it’s a subconscious thing for Noah. I know that I’ve switched off in a lot of ways. It’s tough to admit that when you’re in that place. I know I’ve cashed out and given up.

Can you talk a bit about the process of putting together your show from conception to its launch on Peacock?

Andy Siara: To start off, this show was entirely written by me. I had some people read it after it was completed, and they really liked it! I worked with them for about a year or so, and around that time, I told Cristin about it. After that, they took it to UCP, which was their studio. Once COVID hit, things slowed down, but I created the entire roadmap during that time. In March of 2021, we pitched the show to Peacock, and they picked it up!

Why do you think your character of Baltasar is the most important character in the show?

Luis Gerardo Mendez: Baltasar is the head of security of this resort. He has all the secrets and all the information of what happened in this resort in the golden days when everything was perfect. Then this horrible thing happens.

Can you tell us what the horrible thing is that happens?

Luis Gerardo Mendez: Well, I don’t know if I can give any spoilers! Umm, yeah, I shouldn’t. It’s a secret. But you’ll see! It’s not that horrible, it’s just mysterious.

Okay, well we had to try.

What excited you most about the script when you read it?

Nina Bloomgarden: It’s just so bizarre. There are so many little quirks in it that are so funny. Our incredible cast has taken that and improvised with it and just made it unbelievable. I just think people are going to laugh so much and they are going to cry, it’s just so full and has a little bit of everything.

Gabriela Cartol: Yeah, but it’s also deep, and it’s smart, and really good! So much is being done and it’s just really good! When I watched the first episode I wanted to cry because I couldn’t believe I got to be a part of this show. Because as an actress, this is the kind of show I want to work on and to be able to be a part of it. With this cast, it’s a dream come true.

Peacock premieres The Resort on July 28, 2022. Make sure you go check it out!

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