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Y’all I’m having so much trouble continuing my fanfiction, I want to scrap it so bad but I have so many ideas for it, I just don’t know how to get to those points.

Ok but the accuracy with the 3 one (2nd question pic)

1- Megumi Fushiguro

2- Toge Inumaki

3- Suguru Geto

So- Instead of using My OC I'll just use GN!Y/N Headconnons here-

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Here goes nothing- (yes ima bad writer, show mercy!)

Warning: Swearing.

1- Who Do You Get Along With The Most.(Megumi)

When y/n joined as a jujutsu sorcerer, They weren't much of a talker- not in a way of being super introverted but they weren't really an extrovert too can't say they were an ambivert either cause one moment they were silent AF like planning a mass murder or just super- duper exited like they took some Drugs or shit. Though this behavior of their's made them understand other's or more specifically Fushiguro Megumi.

Poor boy thought they were quite the silent type unlike too extroverted yet dumb like Yuji or too bossy like Nobara so he was drawn to them, talking and explaining them all about the jujutsu sorcerer's. Until they got too comfortable and started to acting like the other two fellows- Boy was confident that he actually found a sensible person to talk too after so long but nonetheless the more he saw the different sides of them the more he got along with them, to a point that he started to understand them more than Nobara or Yuji themself did. Understanding your mood shifts, to understanding how to comfort you.

He, himself can't believe that he can do that but there he is and he is glad that he can do so. Y/n even started to open up to him to which he replied with a stoic face(not always) though a rational answer's and ofc you would have thought it as rude but you knew better.. Knew him better.

Now Megumi and y/n freely open up to each other. Megumi is so very glad to meet them.

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2- Who likes you the least.(Geto)

Let's just say that after you rejecting his offer on joining him (Before becoming a jujutsu sorcerer) and insulting him publicly, for being a creepy old fuck following you like a needy motherfucker just to join some stupid organization (or you can change).... Yea he hates the very sight of you.

He still thinks your useful though might as well destroy you then force you to join.

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3- Who has a crush on you.(Inumaki)

Ok, so for this one lets just say that you knew 2nd year sorcerer's through Megumi as he was like a guider to you for the first few weeks, he introduced you to Maki , Panda and Inumaki. You surprisingly got along with panda and Inumaki but for Maki it took you quite some while. Let's just say she was impressed with your skills, they weren't enough but you held quite a good fight with her so she said she will help you with training but only if you promised her to give a good, no better fight next time.

"She didn't mean to sound rude just trying to sort of hype you up"

Panda whispered in your ears before tagging along with Megumi and Maki. Now you were left with Inumaki and you definitely were nervous, yes you knew he can't talk because of his cursed speech but that didn't help you. You weren't sure how to proceed with a conversation with him since you were always called up by others in a convo but him. He seemed to have noticed your uncomfortable form and put a hand on your shoulder-

Tuna Tuna (Look)

you turned to face him-

Tuna mayo? (talk?)

You can hear the worried tone of his voice even if the words where small. You let out a breathy chuckle before replying that you're ok and you aren't hurt to which he nodded and listened as you took this opportunity to have a convo with him. Sometimes he used ingredients of Onigiri and when you didn't understand he either made hand gestures or even write it down. You felt bad but he reassured you that it's ok and nothing to be worried about.

It has now become your mission to try and understand him like Megumi and others, so he to can feel easy and not write it down again and again. He on the other hand loved the time you both spend together, Knowing that not many people talk to him because of his cursed speech but you trying your level best to understand him made him. . . Melt. The fun times you both spend together, The jokes , the laughter, the horror of Maki's anger, the comfort of cuddling with panda and sleeping. He at first was unsure of his feeling but every time you had to part made him sad, was an under statement.

you most definitely developed a crush on them panda said to Inumaki continuing with "I had noticed by you looking at them".

A crush...yes.

Thought inumaki with a small smile that was covered by his clothes.

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4. Who do you kick out after seeing him/her watching you sleep? (Megumi)

"God damn it.. Not again!" megumi groaned in anger as one of his divine dogs, who were suppose to guard the hotel rooms while the others slept peacefully, was gone. After the group went to finish off a curse they didn't notice that the time went really quick so as a result gojo gave them a small feast and bought rooms in the hotel for a night. Megumi wasn't really as tired since he did the least as this was suppose to be more of a training for y/n and yuji so most of the time megumi took naps which resulted him not finding any sleep at the night. As annoying as it was, this was the third time that one of his divine went without giving any sorts of signal. Lucky the cursed energy flowing through the snow furred animal was enough to follow its trail, while his other void furred dog also lead him towards a room. Megumi was very hesitant to enter because he didn't expect that divine dog to enter a room, nontheless your room. wait on the first place how did it enter the said room?..

"Great what am I suppose to say to them now.." he said while holding the bridge of his nose. After a few minutes of contemplating he decided to knock on the room and then he would apologize but when you didn't open the door after few hard knocks, he genuinely gets worried. thoughts like 'What if their is a strong curse that attacked you when you were asleep' ran through his head as he held the unlocked handle of you room.

"maybe that's why the divine dog wasn't able to report back" he mumbled to himself as he slowly but carefully open the door and seek in for any threats only to find his divine dog to be patiently sitting near the edge of the bed you were asleep on. He slowly entered inside your room with light steps making sure not to make any noise and head towards his divine dog. when he didn't feel any threat he quickly just wanted to silently retreat back outside but when you started to move to change your position form facing the wall towards the other side he froze ready to hear you scream, when nothing happen he looked down towards your face where there was a strip of moon light falling from between the blinds making you look venust. The room wasn't very dark but dim from the moonlight, While looking at you he figured out the reason why you weren't opening your door. Apparently you fell asleep with your airpods on and maybe the music must be playing still. feeling lucky he was confident he would silently move out and save the embarrassment. Unfortunately he took too much time to think cause a few message ringtones went off in your airpods and after shifting a little you sat up blinking your eyes a few times. You turned to grab your phone only to catch a dark silhouette standing near the edge of your temporary bed. A loud scream was about to erupt from your mouth only for it to be muffled by a large hand. After a few protest punches, the person let out a groan which made you halt. I have heard that voice, you thought.

"Quite down please, People will panic if you keep shouting" said a gruff voice. You know that voice until it clicked to you. You moved the palm off you mouth and said in a whispering loud voice-

"MEGUMI?!" You couldn't believe your eyes, W.T.F is HE doing in YOUR room?!.

"See I know its very awkward situation right now but let me ex-"

"No..Out of my room.. please" You said in a bewailed yet shocked voice. Without another word megumi left your room and you made sure to lock you door.

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You weren't able to sleep properly that night. (but megumi explained himself in the morning though :^) ,also you were the one who brought the doggo in to play a bit it wasn't until late that he realised it was gone)

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5. Date your Sis/Bro/BFF to make you jealous. (Inumaki)

Lets just say that it was panda's idea because apparently

It has worked in movies so why not.

And Maki warned him... He should have listened to her...

Lets just say... That made you think of him more like a brother than effecting you even a little..

Inumaki did broke off with the said person, It was hard but it wasn't what he wanted in the first place...

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6. You end up in a relationship with. (Megumi)

It shouldn't be like this... It really shouldn't..

Then why, Why did your heart beat so fast when you heard him light laugh on one of your worst jokes ever. He should be annoyed right?.. "That's was the worst of worst's I have ever heard from you" he said with a small smile dangling on his face.

"Oh - ah haha it wasn't even that bad" you tried to recollect yourself. Its not just that day, somethings different. Usually when both of yours eyes met by coincidence, you would always wiggle your eyebrows to tease him but that damn day- that day when your eyes met in practice area, when his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he held a tired out expression, your heart sank in your stomach as butterflies flew uncomfortably. What was this feeling erupting within you. It hasn't happen before(It has) when your with megumi but suddenly everything with him seems so... tough.

Megumi was your friend.. You cannot right..

All he has ever done is be nice and respectable with you ever since you joined jujutsu high.

. . You cannot believe you have fallen for him.

Its been tough trying to act as if everything is smooth like butter but you know you cannot control that feeling when he's around you, talking, light laughing, smiling, something he doesn't show easily yet with you he's all clam and open-ish.

You have been quite since morning, something very normal cause sometimes everyone enjoys staying calm rather than always jumping like literal monkeys every now and then plus everyone from gojo sensei to all students of 1st and 2nd year knows how sometimes you liked to stay more reserved and silent. So no one disturbed you, no one but Megumi because he knew your silence, he knew you. So when everyone(Yuji,Nobara,Gojo) where moving to have lunch you stayed back..with megumi.

You purposefully didn't wanted to go to cafeteria and wanted to gather your thoughts but being left with him your thoughts instead of calming down took a speed of bullet train. You couldn't stop thinking as every step he took, your heart felt it was trying to move up your throat and jump out your mouth to run away and hide some where. Sensing your discomfort megumi stopped in a friendly distance while taking a little while asking you "what's the matter."

"Hmm?" you look at him confused. That one emotion took every single vein in your body to stay and appear calm.

"I said what's the matter?" he said in the same tone.

"Nothing?" you said trying to look confused. But he wasn't a fool and you knew that.

"Im not falling for that" he said after staying silent for a while.

Megumi unlike you had many goals and was very determined so surpass his own limit to be able to stay on itadori's level. not in a rivalry way but more to prove that he is strong enough to fight when itadori is down on his knees. Megumi had goals. You weren't even sure of yours. Megumi deserves better ofc. You wouldn't have been scared to confront, if it wasn't for the obvious fact that megumi isn't interest in dating anyone.. or more over the reason you have been hurt so much that you don't want to lose him too. Things like this are the reason for friendships to break and you were scared.

"[Name]?" Megumi called out to you while you were space out finding the floor more interesting. When you didn't respond megumi place both of his hands on each of your shoulder's. Not until he gave you a little gentle shake that you looked up at him while he looked down at your seated position.

"Please tell me... what happen?" If someone would see megumi right now, they will catch a fever because he isn't like this. His eyes isn't soft they are sharp. His voice isn't so light its always serious. His lips aren't in a worried frown when they are always pressed together in a pursed manner forming a line. His face doesn't look sad when its always in a annoyed or tired expression. You're hurting him...

"[Name] whatever happene-" you cut him off.

"Megumi.." you're hurting him... "I'm sorry"

"??" He seemed confused on your sudden apology.

"I like you.." You said it, you finally said it and it feels great to get it of you chest but u know whats about to come next so your ready, hardening your heart as megumi slowly moved away from you. you couldn't see his expression because you found the floor to be more interesting again. After a few minutes of silence you heard megumi sign.

'Here it comes' you thought bracing yourself for the rejection. . . . . you felt warm.. '....' you stayed silent as megumi rested you're pounding head on his chest as you heard his ever speeding heartbeat.

"I.." Megumi began only to stop for a moment. . . "I.. Feel the same about you.." Megumi said, his voice soft and light. 'Its a dream' you thought, 'Its a beautiful lie, yea its a dream' you started shaking, not crying but lightly shaking not believing which only made megumi to hold you tight around your shoulders. You didn't even notice he was hugging you.

"You got me all worried you know" his voice as sweet as honey filling you're ears.

"Is this a dream?" you asked not sure what to say at which he lightly chuckled. "Funny cause right now... even I feel like this all is a dream.." he replied.

After a few moments of silence you wrapped your arms around his torso apologizing a few more times to which he only rubbed your back.

He was yours and you were his... No one could change that now.

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OMG IM FINALLY DONE- This was in my drafts for months holy god.(cause I honestly wasn't planning on posting, I ain't built like that fr 😔)

Im so sorry if this a OOC but I hope you enjoyed this because i don't know If I'll ever write again HAHA :)

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Have a great time, Love, BlackCat_0491

So I've been writing my first ever fanfic for a few months and I think I've flown to close to the sun

I'm still on my first draft ;–;

Kill Bill

You were going to kill him.

You and bakugo weren’t always like this. Believe it or not, you two used to have a very secure and healthy relationship but that was before he got caught up in his own arrogance and attention from students on campus. I mean being ranked the no.10 pro hero while freshly in his senior year of college was a pretty impressive accomplishment but now? 4 years later you were nothing but an afterthought.

chapter one

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𝙖/𝙣 !! so this is like my first time writing something & i’m not too sure on how to write a summary so bare w me 😭 but basically bakugo & reader started dating in their junior year of highschool. (somewhat) rising to fame whilst still being a college student was bound to attract attention from girls & guys alike which got to his head & made him even more cocky if that’s possible. he never cheats on reader but he’s not exactly faithful 😟 they keep going back to each other bc yk they’re both madly in love but crazy toxic.. reader kinda has this ‘don’t fuck w me’ aura & she’s just as popular as bakugo. n bakugo is jus a major douche. he gets attention from other girls & she gets attention from other guys. it’s definitely an on & off again relationship.

anyways i hope i explained it well, leave some tips for me! idk if anyone will see this or even like this plot lmao

A child is an entity, one of perpetual wonder paired with its innocent inquisitiveness. Of course, this leads to acts that are diagnosed as curiosity wrapped within an infantile sense of logic.

In many cases, the child will grow up fine. The way to be normal would be to have the occasional mishap. The normal lifestyle would result in marrying another who was to be normal. The normal have a white-picket fence with 2.5 children. He or she will have a normal childhood, leading to a normal teenage life, topped with a normal adulthood. It goes without saying that this lifestyle is provided with complimentary normal education, normal friends, and normal relationships.

To be normal was fine, in fact it was wonderful. To have a life of no particular grandeur, a life with a banker or accountant would be normal. You would live not judged by others, unrivaled by few. There are many who live up to the standard of normal.

But of course, there must be exceptions to the iconic status quo.

She was a bird, a swallow, if we must specific. She had a sweet little voice that matched with her honey-golden waves, and cerulean orbs. The voice came out of little pink lips that had perfectly whitened teeth and was framed by rose-tinted cushions on top of an ivory canvas. She was a pretty. She was someone who would understand the benefits of normality. She was someone who would have fit perfectly within the status quo.

She was an exception.

Her body and mind were filled with a durable flightiness that was hidden underneath a mask of a lady. It itched to be free, free so that it may go to the adventures promised in stories. It could have been a survival test within the dunes of the Gobi Desert (sidewalk), or a hunt for the sorcerer that brainwashed the king in the Forbidden City of China (front gates of the school). But she played to part of the obedient daughter. No one would notice. But HE did.

She was not alone.

He was cat, a leper, if we must be precise. He was a charming little boy that had earth-dusted hair that only brought out the olive twinkle in his soul doors. His voice put flutes to shame when words came out of his thin lips that were either in an unbearable smirk, or a sardonic sneer. He was cruelty wrapped in childlike beauty. His jives to the other children showed he had a higher intellect than the others. He would have made a very successful businessman.

But he was an exception.

He watched breathing sac in every room he was in. His eyes gazing without notice from others. He was waiting. He, the hunter, was waiting for his future, the prey. That’s when he saw her. The swallow locked in a cage that was a porcelain doll. His canines gleamed as he smirked with devilry. The leper found his future.

The bird was hiding. But everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before the leper caught it.

Let the hunt commence. 

Bird-6, Leper-7

He would never forget that day. An assembly was in session, and so all of the students were required to go into the auditorium. Each class was put into a little spot. Each student in each class was put in a specific order. Everything was organized, and everything was perfect.

Anyone normal would believe that this type of gathering was lovely. Everything was in its place, and everyone knew their place. But the leper was the only one that knew that this picturesque setting was not paradise, but a prison with an exception facade. And a bomb was about to blow any second now. 

If you had not guessed, the bird was the bomb. .

Her back was facing his front. Her posture was erect, while there was not a single stray hair from her perfectly symmetrical pigtails. She sat in a stiff crisscross-applesauce formation, while keeping her hands in her lap, like a good little girl.

She was the perfect 6-year-old, the image of a proper young lady.

So naturally, when he saw a bird that was meant to be free, he did the most noble thing a leper could do to a caged bird. He grasped both pigtails, brought them up to his nose, and inhaled the sweet perfume of honeyed wind. And with a wicked grin that bared his canines, he gave the pigtails a fierce tug as the bird fell backwards.

Forgetting that they were in the auditorium, she swung her head, and gave the best attempt of a right hook a six-year-old would do a smug, self-righteous, pompous dumpster.

A loud crack filled the auditorium as silence soon took over.

As the liquid life streamed down his nose and down his youthful capsule, all he could do was smile like a mad man. His eyes gleamed with maddened success as he relished the new contact from his sweet, sweet bird.

Fore’ there stood the bird, abandoning its sweet siren feathers while donning those of a crazed harpy.

She was never so humiliated in all of her six years of existence. Her face was flushed rosy with humiliation as her eyes shone with righteous indignation and fury. The heart’s cage heaved with invisible fire that shook her entire soul as the teacher grabbed both the leper’s paw and the bird’s wing as he plopped both down to the chairs in front of the head warden’s headquarters. She towards the leper, to see if he had the iota  of decency and humility that bird had there.

The leper did not.

His eyes shone with an unusual glee that the bird had never seen. The usual mulled sage was replaced by a vibrant chartreuse. His chest was also heaving, but not in indignation, but excitement. It was as if his soul had been stolen by a witch, and was replaced by a patient from an asylum. He looked positively mad. His clothes were dyed in his blood, and his face had a growing black splotch in the middle. But here he was, smiling, as if he had seen the future. 

If you had asked him why he was smiling, there is a good chance he would not have given a straight answer. 

He would turn his head to you, and all he would say were these four words: “I want that bird.”

And then he would turn back his head, smiling at the wall with his heretic appearance, and continued staring at the opposite wall.

And all you could do was to suddenly feel cold, because this was the first time that you have ever seen a man within the leper. 

Thinking about publishing a story and wondering if I should even do it. What made some of you just post your story?

This happened during the covid 19 pandemic in May 2020. During this time, people were unable to leave their houses, visit other family members and at this moment in time, didn’t know when we would again.

I’m Jessica, 45 at the time, recently separated from my husband, we had tried getting back together, we were still having sex at this time but not living together, when the pandemic happened, we were unable to see each other as we were living in different countries.

I lived with my son Riley, who was 20 at the time we started. We have always been open with each other previously, I knew he was sexual, I knew he masterbated and he knew them about me, nothing strange or irregular, we didn’t do it openly in front of each other but we respected each others privacy for those situations. I must stress not once before we started did either of us look at each other that way.

One evening, I came downstairs and Riley was masterbating or wanking as we call it over here, on the sofa in our main living room, I’m not sure if he thought he would finish quickly, if I was busy or didn’t expect me to come down, but I did, seeing his movements and his bare cock hard for the first time.

Instantly I was attracted and enjoying what I was seeing, he was wanking it slow, it was slick, his head was wet. As I’ve said to people here, I don’t know why I said what I said next, maybe the isolation, the boredom, the excitement of seeing what I was looking at but I asked politely if he “wanted a hand” Riley turned and said “sure” later when we talked about this, he thought I was joking, so by his response he was joking, almost laughing off what could of been an awkward situation.

I suppose I was joking, maybe , kinda when I first asked but once he said yes, I didn’t even realise myself moving towards him, without thinking I had dropped to my knees, gripped his cock firmly without saying a word, neither of us did.

I began to wank him slowly with one hand, his cock was already so slick with precum that it wasn’t long before I was wanking him faster, I could hear his moans. He never told me to stop, his groans and his twitches encouraged me to go faster, use two hands, one on his smooth balls, squeezing them softly, the other on his beautiful cock.

As his groans were getting deeper, his cock pulsating on my hand, I did the only thing every fibre in my body was telling me, what I wanted, which was to take him in my mouth. I have always loved giving a man head but the first time, I tasted Riley’s precum, his twitching in my mouth, I knew there was no going back, so I relaxed my throat and took him, took every last inch until I slightly dribbled on his cock, my hands were resting in his bare thighs, I began to bob my head up and down slowly, messily and trying to keep as much eye contact as possible. I closed my lips tight around his head, slipping my tongue around his tip, teasing him before taking him back to my throat. Without wanting Riley let go, cumming inside my mouth and down my throat, a little quicker than I wanted, he was mild wank and of course having his mums mouth around his cock didn’t help him last long either lol, I was pleasantly surprised because I wanted more but I was eager for his cum, without hesitated , I swallowed and continued to suck, massaging his balls to make sure I had everything that he wanted me to have. Once I swallowed for the last time, I pulled back from my lips with a “pop” and smiled up at him, I knew it that moment I had changed, looking into his eyes, I hadn’t experienced lust or a desire like it before. Riley did smile back before getting up and walking upstairs leaving me confused on my knees.

For a moment, I wanted to follow him, needed to talk to him, tell him everything was going to be okay but I couldn’t, I felt guilty, worried, what had I done? What if now he had came, felt guilt once the moment passed. I went to bed not long after, I couldn’t sleep, I kept shaking and my mind wouldn’t stop, again fighting the urge to speak to him, I thought Riley needed space, needed to think about this without me. I finally dropped to sleep, disturbed and uneasy, hoping we could ignore what I had done, until I felt something between my legs, I thought I was still dreaming, was it a finger, a tongue?

I reached down and instantly felt Riley’s hair, I knew I wasn’t the only one who was glad we crossed that line together…

Hey, Im Gonna Start Writing!!! For ROTTMNT

Howdy folks, I'm Theseus and recently I've been really into Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and TMNT as a whole. I've been so into it that I've decided I'm gonna write for it recently I made an Oc named Macie Jones she is the twin of Casey Jones junior so I'm going to write and even draw for her. So be excited. I hope y'all will like my work this first time writing so please be patient with me.

Here's a Preview

Everything was blinding Macie looked to the left of her she saw a barren wasteland and an explosion going off every couple of seconds Macie knew she wouldn't survive today but she knew she make sure her brother would. Macie come on! yelled the voice of her bother Casey she snapped out of her thoughts and ran over. What now Case? Said Macie. Casey looked at his twin and said We have to get Master Leonardo There is not much time!

I'm not nuts, okay?! (lyney x fem!reader)

Ok guys, this is my first time doing this...i mean, i always wanted to write a FanFiction but i didn't have the courage to do so😅

Sooo...i hope you guys aren't too harsh with me and to everyone that actually has written before, thanks guys! Everyone in general that likes to explore the world of FanFics, you guys are awesome and lets all have the brainrots together!!

Warning: this work is going to contain violence, spoilers of Fontaine Archon's Quest (If you did It, then you know what violence I'm talking about), gramatical mistakes (i tried my best to polish It, but english isn't my First language and i don't have a beta reader) and not intentional gaslighting.

Basically, you are the woman that is target at the twins show, but It a plot Twist.

Sumary: being an heiress is a lot more diffucult when you are being target by a murder with a thing for kidnnaping girls trouthg the years and everyone thinks you're nuts for trying to warn people. Ungrateful b*****.

Part 1.

(Just one last warning, in this isn't going to contain any romance yet, but reader does notice the twins and think They are charming. Just the next we are going to actually get close to that, thats why slow burn...Sorry guys)

This nighmare all started as you were returning from the vallies outside the city at night, clear skies and the stars keeping you company after a whole day of painting in the wild. Living a lavishe life of a classic Fountaine dream, being a heiress that could dedicate herself ALL day to what she wanted without having to think about working and enjoying each second of the day to yours whims- theres this day that you passed every minute possible in the Opera Epiclise just listening to opera!

You didn’t think It was necessary for someone to protect you- big mistake, now you recognize it.-, so for you it was simply a calming walk after a productive day, feeling the breeze in your hair. You didn’t need the money, but you always found entertaining to see people’s reactions to them, so selling a few to admirers always filled you with proudness.

The light’s of the city were tinkling and normally you would feel relaxed, but somewhere in your gut -deep inside your gut-, was a feeling of dread, anticipation that forced you to look at each window you passed in chance of seeing in their reflections If there was someone behind you. To calm the goosebumbs in your body, you started humming a little lullaby of your childhood, but It was for naughty, your eyes kept looking for something in the shadows and each hair of your body was standing.

When the almost silent click clack of shoes reached your ears from the alley in your right, you had just enough time to use the painting as a shield for your face -your spine tingling in fear. A big SPLASH sound echoing in your ears, before you force the painting in the face of your assaulter, beating them with It. They scream, a screech of a terrified soul.

You were just trying to be brave! You swear by the Archon!

But the second your wet painting touched the figure, they melted! Falling in the floor as water with just their clothes left behind.

After this you don’t remember much, somehow you got home when you woke from your trance, sneaky rays of daylight getting through the curtains to blind your eyes, your troath sore, cold sweat long dried in your whole body and your hands tied to the headboard. By the time you finally got your bearings, you discorvered you were branded crazy for going around screaming of an attempt murder, of melting people and that being related to the disappearance of girls through the years. Since, you know, night, girl, alone...you were a girl alone at night...It made sense, but still! People called you crazy, that the situation caused you so much stress you hallucinated of melting people, of fighting your assaulter with a painting that never existed!

That was just the start, for much as you try to tell, no one believes you! You entered in contact with a blond lady from an organization, Spina de rose or something, and as kind as she was ,you saw in her eyes, the pitying look...the pitying look for the artsy heiress that fell from grace as every newspaper liked to call you now.

But still, she was the only one that gave you the time of day. Even your mother has long given up in ‘entertaining’ you, now just trying to keep you in the house and calm.

Time passed, months had gone by, your story long forgotten by the whispers of the public. Still, your assaulter ...he died? If he did, How was that you still felt eyes following you?!

Blondie, Navia as she tried to tell you to call her -in your Head, she was blondie, it was easier to think of her for her strongest feature. -, were your only friend now, she didn’t let you investigate with her and her bodyguards since you were considered in a fragile state of mind... If you bite your tongue more, you would cut It off using only your teeth.

Blondie, angel on earth, insisted you should accompany her to a Magic show, living a bit of your old life, where you weren’t a crazy, fragile and traumatized girl. Opera Epiclise in its full glory in front of you, your body accessorized and clothed like old times instead of your ‘depressed’ style, as your mother dubbed them, your mother to your right and your friend to your left. If your mother wasn’t clenching your hand and you weren’t carrying an umbrella matched with a raincoat and a towel in your neck on top of your beautiful outfit, everything would seem like it was before.

The show is splendid! And the magicians! Both of them were so beautiful, you wish you could have met them earlier just so your old carefree self could try and make friends with them, maybe just to get to paint them while you...were still someone you were proud of being.

Ok...maybe, you are more interrested in their voices and beauty than what They are saying, but you swear its the artist in you talking....no, your cheeks aren’t blushing!

By the time the second trick starts, a shining light falls upon you, lyney’s melodic and cheerful voice asks you to participate, in entering a box and appearing out in a completelly new one, and It gets you feeling so happy that you wasn’t felt in so long- its been too long really.- , you don’t have to think, you jump from your sit, ready, more ready to a new experience than ever before. Your mother pulls your arm, mumbles for you to sit, maybe she’s angry or afraid for you, however when Navia gives an excited little laugh before gently taking hold of her wrist and talking to her in a low and kind voice- you can’t even hear them through the beating of your heart, rushing in excitment.-, she lets you go.

Entering the box, you look around.

The...dark, the dark and the cheering, remembers you of your early days in house arrest. The neighbors talking, endless talks with journalists, laughting and judging you!

You sigh, maybe being called crazy is affecting your mind more than you thought and the dark bring unfortune memories of melting people, when no longer a pair of brilliant twins, magic tricks, your mother warm hand on your hand and blondie’s surprises giggles that she tries so hard to hide to keep her reputation of a badass woman is there to keep your mind in peace. You pull the raincoat hood up and the towel on top of it, you don’t wish to feel fear, but...It calms your head, like a lucky charm.

The box trembles, you have to put your gloved hands in the walls to keep your balance,”What in the Archons name IS happening?” , you mutter and between numbers being chanted a silent Pop sound catches your attention before the damned SPLASH. Your towel! The raincoat! COMPLETELLY WET!

YOU KNEW! THE EYES THAT FOLLOWED YOU WEREN’T PART OF YOUR IMAGINATION! THEY HAVE THE GUTS TO TRY AND MELT YOU AGAIN! WHAT WERE YOU?! A PRIZED FISH OR HUNT THAT THEY WANT TO PUT IN THE WALL?!

An anger bloom in your heart, If these people took you for a coward then its finally time to put all the resent you felt for being branded crazy for months to work. Work in your fists, kicks and bites, you aren’t going to Go down without a fight!

The door open to a masked guy, big jester smile, to be met with your fist. The man shouts, be in surprise or pain you don’t have any fs to give, seeing an opening you put both your hands in the borders of the door and give ALL your juice into a powerful kick to his chest.

Your heart beats like a wild beast, you feel like one!

With the sound of chanting numbers and blood rushing in your ears the orchestra of this ‘act’ feels perfect, if the murderer thought this was gonna be your end then he’s in for a surprise!

You are fast to jump out off the box, still he recovers from your attack Just as quicklly and comes for you. You duck and use your shoulder to push him, he seems more ready as he also gives you a punch to the nape for your troubles. It throbs and you sure starts to see things with less clarity, from pain or your eyes tearing up a bit from your brain being treated like a rubber ball are a mystery to you.

He is stronger than you, but not as fast It seems, using your already lowered position you pull the dirtiest, most unlady like attack in the book and delivery a punch in between his legs. Not before he gives you more bruises to your back and head, tearing your towel away from you with some strands of your hair also being forced out, even with the protection of the raincoat.

He falls to the floor, his hands clenched in your clothes, or being specific, in your raincoat that you begrudgingly takes off to run away to the other side of the corridor. He shouts for you to stop, you don’t look back to know If he is already standing, you don’t care and your muscles pull in a way the haven’t in months, they burn so much you don’t know If you can take more out off you to fight.

Your hands start to tremble as well as your legs, your body is succumbing to fear or exhaustation, still you push yourself to climb the hand stair you find in the other side of the room. A hand clamps down your ankle and try to make you fall, even If your balance is disturbed you give a involuntary kick to the wall, your feet hurt like the Archon herself in bestowing a punishing upon you, but It seems that the same could be said for the guy’s fingers that were caught in between your ankle and the wall.

The stairs lead you to a small and dark room, you don’t give a second look before throwing the door open and in the time you have to give two steps away a lot of things happen. You don’t see, but the public gasps and applauds, fireworks starts going off, a hand shoots after you from the dark box and a freaking barril of glass filled with water starts descending upon it.

In a second, all its done, you are throw in the floor as if you were bowing in your knees to the audience, your body is numb but you know your back must be black and blue, your vision is ... You don’t know, but you can’t see right. With a blinding light focusing on you and the deafening silence, you give everyone a shaky smile and say “I was right”.

With various screams resounding in the theater, you rest your head in the floor. Is It water in it? Maybe there are still a piece of your old version in you, for now you feel like taking a nap.

You are so tired...

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Fufufu~

That's It for now, i mainly wrote for myself, but i still wanted to share.

I'm New to Tumblr and It makes me feel like an old granny that doesn't know How to work with the internet, so...i'm being one now. I decided!

Take your treats, dears, and drink water!

Granny loves y'all, you fanfics readers.😘

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Rhett & Link Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rhett McLaughlin/Link Neal, Rhett McLaughlin & Link Neal Characters: Rhett McLaughlin, Link Neal, Stevie Wynne Levine, Chase Hilt Additional Tags: Top Rhett McLaughlin, Bottom Link Neal, Teacher-Student Relationship, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Teacher Rhett, College Student Link Neal, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Alternate Universe, Homophobia, Slurs Summary:

Freshly a Senior in high school, 18-year-old Link is ready to just get through one more school year. With best friend Stevie, notes about a new teacher are passed back and forth, which would be fine if Stevie didn’t have a system where whenever they come across a reasonably attractive or overly unattractive man, her first instinct is to ask Link how much he would be paid to sleep with them and if he would top or bottom… Their little game has gone unnoticed by anyone else, until now.

breathe ; jiara

summary : the pogues return to the chateau after jj gets into a fight. he’s pissed like crazy as usual and kiara being the newly girlfriend she is helps him calm down and reassures him.

this is my first time writing a fic, my summers going pretty boring and i’ve been wanting to start writing stories, so enjoy!

Slamming the door shut to the twinkie, JJ cursed to himself stomping up the stairs of the chateau. “You gonna be able to deal with that?” Cleo looked at Kiara as she nodded her head. “I do all the time”. Just 30 minutes ago the pogues were all having fun at a bonfire, everything was going good until JJ saw some touron trying to get at his girl. He knows Kiara‘s a big girl and can handle herself but that dickwad had the nerve to start shouting at her, like a fucking maniac.

JJ thought that he the thought the alcohol in his system mad him trip for a second, next thing you know he was up on his feet pacing over seeing straight red.

flashback -

The sounds of music and laughter ringed through the crowd of teens. The boys were versing two kooks in ping pong, it was Pope’s turn to toss the ball he swapped places with John b whispering something in his ear laughing. “Come on bubba.” John B cheered him in giving him a quick shoulder massage. “Pope we can’t lose man get on his ass!” JJ stated.

They cheered him on while he concentrated, tossing the ball watching it skip each cup slowing down. The small crowd they had watched closely, the ball tilted into the last cup. Cheering his name, Pope dusted off his shoulders, taking the defeat the kook lifted the cup to his lips downing the whole drink, JJ howled “Atta boy Pope!” dabbing him up.

Suddenly feeling thirsty he lifted his cup to his lips expecting a cold tangy taste to hit his tongue but instead got nothing but a drop. “Yo, be back i needa a refill.” he shook his cup showing the boys, they waved him off.

Excusing himself through people making his way to the juice stand. Observing the opened cooler he stuck his hand in it, swaying his fingers searching for a beer. “Cold cold!” he squeaked feeling the ice cold water sting his digits, he swayed around for a few more seconds and grabbed a bottle hoping it was a beer.

Grabbing the can shaped object he pulled his hand out of the water and smirked. “JJ?” a voice spoke, he turned around and his eyes went wide-eyed seeing a green eyed blonde curly headed girl “Sa-Samantha?” he stuttered, she smiled “It’s been a long time.” she spoke.

“Uh….yeah” his voice sorta cracked, she giggled “My family came down to visit my aunts new baby, so i’m here for the whole week.” she said excitedly. He nodded giving her a fake smile “Uh that’s great.” turning his attention back to his beer, opening the can pouring it into his cup. “If your not busy or anything i was thinking..maybe you wanna get out of here?” she bit her lip.

JJ sighed placing his cup down, “Look Samaria- Samantha.” she corrected him. “Yea yea, see i’m not on the market anymore but i’m sure their’s a nice young fello over their waiting to scoop you up.” he pointed out a boy in a green button up shirt whispering to his friends looking at her. The girl blinked a few times “Really? because i didn’t see you come here with anyone?” the blonde rolled his eyes in annoyance blocking out the girls pitchy voice as she continued to go on.

An echo of shouting ringed in his ear, he looked up to see who was about to get into a scrap because only in the obx you can’t have a decent party without somebody shoving or insulting the other person and not getting a punch to the face. Looking off into the distant he squinted his eyes trying to get a better look, his blurry vision was not helping but he saw a boy and a girl going at it.

Listening closely to the girls voice it sounded familiar to him. Eyes focusing on her trying to get a better view he spotted her curly brown hair and blonde highlights, she also wore green converse. The guy standing in front of her started getting in her face, she pulled a piece of her hair behind her ear and JJ got a clear view of her side profile.

Their was some shithead yelling at his girl, getting in her face like he was about to do something. His jaw clenched, slightly his fingers started squeezing his cup, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘫, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭. Watching them going back and forth the guy smacked her cup out of her hand, that trigged it. Dropping his cup not even caring about the beer splashing on his shirt he bolted over there getting close enough to where he shoved the guy.

“The fuck is your problem?!” he spat, the boy now laying on the sand got up dusting himself off. Kiara looked at him “Jay it’s fine, i’m okay.” she gave him a small smile. He looked at her, eyes wondering over her face checking if she was okay, his eyes snapped back to the boy, “Who the fuck are you?! You just go around pushing people you don’t know?” the guy spat back.

JJ scoffed “Nah but you should be asking yourself something like that, you go around picking fights with girls. What are you a fucking sissy?” giving him a dirty look. People started luring in, phones started to be pulled out of pockets. “Oh i see…is this your boyfriend?” the boy looked at Kiara and laughed “Don’t fucking talk to her!” JJ shoved him again creating a barrier between them.

Sound of ouu’s ran through like a wave, “Jayj.” Kiara looked at him with worry eyes. “Don’t even give him your energy.” she mumbled to him, “You let her bitch you? You getting bitched on?.” the boy continued on, JJ was getting tenser, the blood in his body rushing to his fist, Kiara could feel his body tightening from the grip she had on his forearm.

“Bitched? Your getting in her face yelling at her like she’s some fucking dude!” squeezing his knuckles so tight they started turning white. “Yea well she’s got a lot of mouth on her, don’t you cupcake?” Kiara rolled her eyes flipping him off. “Hey jackass, when a girl kindly tells you to fuck off the first go you don’t keep trying to go at her.” her eyes bored into his.

Feeling his breathing giving heavy, JJ tried to calm down. “I asked you for a drink and you started bitching off.” he threw his hands up, causing JJ fist to twitch. Still holding on his forearm Kiara continued “Uh yea and i told you no thank you than you started talking to me clearly not seeing that i was uninterested until i showed you which came to the conclusion of you now yelling at me.”

“Your not even that special, don’t overhype your head bitch.” his nostrils flared. Being held back by Kiara was not helping “Jay come on.” she focused her attention back on him, “Yeah listen to your bitch.” the voice of the touron kept going through his ears, him and Kie made an agreement where whenever somebody pushed his buttons trying to persuade him in a fight, all he had to do was just walk away.

But this fucker was speaking out of his neck disrespecting his girl, he exhaled the air he had built up in him about to turn around and walk away “Instead of you talking shit you can put your mouth to better use, like sucking my dick you slutty whor-“ he was cut off by JJ delivering a sharp punch to his jaw.

The boy stumbled back while people started chanting “Fight! Fight! Fight!” he looked at the blood dripping on his fingers, spitting to the side he got up and stumbled on JJ. “Pope! John B!” Kiara yelled out to the boys. They rushed over such as Cleo and Sarah who were in their own conversation, “Hey, you good?” Sarah placed her hands on Kiara’s face, she nodded looking at the two boys fighting on the sand.

The touron landed a few punches to JJ’s side but he threw sand in his face and flipped them over now on top of boy sending straight decks to his face. He could hear her shouting his name but that couldn’t stop him, he was seeing red. the boy’s face started getting bruised and bloody. John b grabbed his shirt trying to separate him from the boy, so did Pope.

“JJ, the hell get off him!” John b struggled to get a hold of the blonde. Kiara felt shallow and breathy, “Jayj! JJ!” she shouted. Finally managing to separate him from the now poorly beaten touron, they pulled JJ up hooking their arms around his.

“Shit man, you fucked him up.” Pope mumbled. “Let’s go.” Cleo said walking to the twinkie. Pope and Sarah catch up with Cleo, still looking at the boy on the floor he was still heated, gritting his teeth. “JJ go!” Kiara pushed him towards the van.

flashback over -

John b shut the door “He’ll be good in a few, might sleep it off.” Kiara scoffed “Well then clearly you don’t know JJ.” she got out the van following behind him. She thanked him for holding the door and went inside going to the bathroom to get the First Aid Kit, already knowing where he would be she opened the screen door to the backyard. Their he was laying in the hammock rocking his legs back and forth looking off into the dark distance.

“Knock knock.” she spoke setting the box down on the chair walking up to him. He turned around seeing her, “Sup.” then turned back around. She pouted picking the box back up and taking her place on the hammock forcing him to move over. She observed his face, he was biting his nails and bouncing his leg. “That was pretty rad dude.” she said, twisting his lips trying to hide his smile he turned his head the other way.

He mumbled a sentence under his breath “What was that?” she raised an eyebrow. He shook his head “nothing.” playfully rolling her eyes she sighed, “Let me see those sausage fingers.” she held her hand out waiting for him to place his hand on hers. “Sausage fingers? Yea okay giraffe legs.” he shot her a dirty look placing his hand in hers. Looking at his hand she sighed suddenly feeling guilt wash over her, taking his eyes off his hand he looked at her. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked concerned.

She shook her head “We’ve talked about this Jayj. Not letting meaningless things get into your head.” looking up at him with tears building up in her eyes. He caressed her cheek moving his hand to her chin “It wasn’t meaningless though Kie and you know that.” he pointed out. Frowning she opened the box taking out some alcohol wipes and gauze.

JJ pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, he’s been learning all this new stuff about being in a relationship and being open more, he is new to being a boyfriend and he wanted to be the best he could even if that means he had to force himself to agree with the things he didn’t agree too. But this was different because he cared, he cared about Kiara. She’s one of the things that he cherishes in his heart, he loves her and wants nothing but to protect her at all times, and he surely wasn’t going to let someone or anybody speak bad on her.

With his uninjured hand he gently caressed her thigh, “I’m sorry…i truly am it’s just…Kiara he was all in your face like..like he was about to do something and it triggered me.” he spoke softly, she ripped open a pack of alcohol wipes taking a sheet out. Nodding signaling him that she was listening as she placed the wipe on his hands causing him to hiss.

“Sorry” she mumbled cleaning the blood off his knuckles, when she was done she placed the now bloody wipe on her leg and blew on his hand. “I was..i don’t know shooken up a bit.” his tongue rolled in his cheek. She finished patching his hand up gently rubbing circles over them, he felt himself getting tense again replaying back of what the touron guy said.

Removing her hands from his knuckles she rested her hands on both sides of his face “Hey.” she gave him a faint smile. His eyes shifted down looking at the space between them tapping her leg, “I understand and i’m sorry that you had a moment, you know that i hate seeing you get hurt.” he swallowed the lump in his throat nodding.

“My love….you know that i love you right?” she pressed her head against his. “Yea i know.” she gently rubbed her nose against his, his hands moved up to her waist. She pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips, she gives him butterflies every time. “Do you really?!” her voice squealed, he giggled nodding. She furrowed her eyebrows “Does Jesse Maybank know that i’m madly in love with him?” she gripped his shirt. “Why do you gotta go all federal?” he whined.

She giggled “Because that’s your name and i love it, Jesse…Hey Jesse ouuuu!” she sung the anthem to Jessie. He quickly smacked his hand against her mouth shushing her “Hey hush, i don’t want them finding out my name!” he whisper yelled. Playfully shoving her she gasped, he pulled out a joint and a lighter from his pocket. “Hey! Don’t light that blunt until i get back or your ass is grass!” she said getting up.

“Where are you going?” he quirked an eyebrow holding her finger, she lifted her hand up showing the used up wipes and wrappers “To throw your nasty dirty bandages away- I’m serious too don’t smoke that joint without me!” she closed the screen door. She knows he won’t.

He leaned back into the hammock, closing his eyes listening to the crickets chirping and the wind blowing low. The sound of the screen door opened, Kiara came out with a blanket, “figured it would get cold.” tossing it on him. Sitting down again she tossed her leg over his, he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer as she rested her head on his chest, she fixed the covers on them getting comfortable.

Lighting the blunt he took a pull then passed it to her, she took it out of his hands taking a pull herself feeling the smoke fill up her insides, exhaling. “You know your my one and only right?” Kiara spoke. His hands moved up and down her back “I love you.” he spoke softly, she smiled looking up at him through her lashes with adoration.

“I love you.” she kissed his neck, they were each others safe space and that couldn’t be taken away from them. They both can only understand each other on the same level.

“You and me.”

“You and me.”

They spent the rest of their night, warm and cozy in each other’s presence sharing kisses and cuddles.

please! tell me how did i do?! i hope you enjoyed!!

My thoughts on White Christmas

this is gonna be my first fanfic so it might seem a bit dodgy. there is no smut (gotta protect our baby boy Niki (i still find it weird to read or write smut about him even if he's 18 now)). so....yeah😁

SLEEPING EARTH

The year is 2142. A black triangle-shaped spacecraft entered the solar system at the speed of light. The passengers of the spaceship are a group of purple-eyed creatures. Their skin color is pale white. Their body is kind of round. They identify themselves as the Kaafs. Their residence is in the Sombrero Galaxy. From there 118 years ago, the Kaafs went out on a space journey in search of other creatures. They roamed the Andromeda and Triangulum Galaxy. They even went to the Capricornus constellation. The Kaafs met many different creatures there and befriended them. Now their last destination is the Milkyway Galaxy. They have learned from their new friends that there is a planet called Earth in a place called the solar system. There lives creatures known as humans. To see them, the Kaafs are currently hurtling towards Earth from the edge of the solar system. Within 16 hours, they passed the Sun, Mercury, Venus and came to earth. After landing the spaceship, the Kaafs came out to greet the humans. But what on earth! Every single human is sleeping! The Kaafs called a million times, but the humans did not wake up. They have fallen into a deep sleep and cannot be awakened. When the Kaafs almost returned feeling quite disappointed, they noticed that humans had written in pages or recorded by taking pictures and videos of their history. Rummaging through those the Kaafs learned that human beings were compassionate, kind, innovative, creative, artistic and curious. There existed between them love, laughter and beautiful emotions. But with the passage of time, conflict, terrorism, greed, selfishness, discrimination and hatred increased between them. And these brought about the downfall of humankind. They are now sleeping forever, and this is their punishment.  

The Kaafs departed from Earth. They went towards their home and started thinking, "We have seen so many strange creatures during our journey in space, but we have not found any creatures stranger than humans!" 

APATHY

The middle part that

My mom's so sure

Makes me look aged.

The girl my age

Who has over 2k followers

When I don't even engage.

The minor social interactions

That haven't left any space

For the happy ones in my brains.

The opinions about

How numb I am

People just have to shout.

The things others are doing

That make me feel like

I'm not even persuing.

This is to let you know

That I do care

But I don't care enough.

What could’ve been of me…a tenko shimura (tomura shigaraki) drabble

Sooo uh I decided to write something for the first time!! I never really thought I will be writing anything esp for shigaraki but I fear the shigaraki brainrot is too strong…slight season 7 spoilers (?) idk rlly bec it’s just a little scenario I had, I just want the best for him …sign , hope you like it 🫶🏼

what happens if the world crumbled from the inside out before tenko’s palm could even graze its surface…only to realise that he should’ve worked toward destroying all for one , not the world. He should’ve been training into a hero and make a change, a difference. Maybe he could’ve been working closely with eraserhead, while all getting secretly excited because he likes the hero and he dreamt of somehow being just like him : cool and mysterious but also stoic. He could’ve even been assigned as a sub-teacher alongside aizawa, for class a. Maybe he would recognise exactly what was holding todoroki shoto, the son of endeavour, back from using his fire quirk. After all, a victim could easily recognise another. He would help him, guide him, have a chat with him (which isn’t really a chat since he downright gave him a full speech with priceless advice) and shrugs it off at the end as if it wasn’t just the best advice shoto heard. Maybe tenko would’ve changed the way society viewed heros. As one.

copyright © 2024 altgojo. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works, you can reblog it but do not reupload on any platform, thank u.

Blue Collar

Jason Todd x reader

Reader: Female

Warnings: Pet death (dog), angst, sad reader, my writing cause that’s a ALWAYS a warning

Why I wrote this: Because I had to put my dog down on Saturday 25 January 2020

Jason Peter Todd wasn’t known to be a light sleeper. In fact if he did wake up early it was only because he’d had a nightmare but you would always be there to calm him down and reassure him that everything’s alright. You’d never wake him up early anyway as he nearly always came home late from patrol. He’d come home at 2am tonight.

Jason wasn’t awake, not fully at least, but awake enough to know that something was wrong. It was like a sixth sense. His brain kicked in making the sleep Jason was clinging to evaporte like mist. He opened his eyes to see you huddled over, back rising and falling erraticly. The sleep was still in his ears and he couldn’t hear anything which made him panic more.

Pushing the covers away he frantically pulled his way over to you and sat next to you on the bed. He saw the tears before his hearing finally kickstarted like an engine. His face turned to a frown and his heart broke at the sight of his beautiful girl crying.

“Baby? Y/n what’s wrong?” He questioned. She opened her mouth but no words came out just a choked sob. She grasped whatever she had in her hands tighter. Jason’s eyebrows furrowed until he made out what it was. A dogs collar.

“He’s gone Jay. “ She finally managed to utter out before the tears came back. Jason placed his arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to his chest as she sobbed staring at the collar through blurry eyes. “His kidneys were going when my parents took him they said he wouldn’t of lasted much longer anyway.” She sobbed again and Jason tightened his hold on her. “They said we did the right thing we ended his suffering earlier but why does it feel so wrong?”

“It’s because you loved him and he loved you. You didn’t do the wrong thing and it’s natural that you should feel like this. He’s never gone anyway he’s always going to be in your heart. You wouldn’t want him to hurt would you?” She shook your head “I know it’s hard babe but he’s in a better place now.”

“Yeah.” She muttered tears slowly stopping and her grip on his collar slowly loosening. Jason smiled at her and she smiled back, it was full of sadness and pain but it was a smile.

“I’ll always be here for you y/n I’ll make sure you get through this.”

“Thanks Jay.” She said wiping the tears from her eyes. He pecked her lips noting how salty they tasted.

“How about we go back to sleep yeah? I’m sure all that cryings probably made you feel wiped out.” She chuckled and it sounded like music to Jason’s ears. They both got back under the covers and she laid her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he traced random patterns on her. Eventually they fell asleep. Y/n still held onto his blue collar, she’d bought when she first got him, knowing that although her dog may not be here physically he’d always be with her in spirit.

Ok wow that was a shitty ending sorry. But I couldn’t write much more on this cause I was crying so much. The pictures below are of my dog Dougal. Love you so much pal I hope you’re having loads of fun in doggy heaven

A LOVERBOY'S CATASTROPHE

Warnings: none its just fluff lol

Summary: Spencer has had a crush on you for a while, with the help of Morgan and Garcia he summed up the courage to ask you out what happens if you already had plans either a potential significant other?

a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr and maybe my love for spencer just brought me to write this I actually don't know but please enjoy regardless. If you like the book please like and reblogg if possible

Word count: 2.6k

It was going to be a busy day for you, so you had woken up a bit earlier than usual and went to work by far earlier than you would have on a normal day.

Paperwork littered your table, mainly because you shot the unsub from your last case partly because you procrastinated to the other ones that were all due this evening.

So when you rushed into the bullpen taking a seat at your desk, with your signature Scooby-Doo coffee mug filled with coffee with a little to much sugar. You were by far to busy to notice Spencer at his table looking absolutely petrified to see you here by this time.

Spencer is your bestfriend, but to him you are his crush, so far the biggest one he has ever had. What attracted him to you wasn't just your looks, it was mainly about personality, he wouldn't have loved you if he wasn't your best friend and that made it by far worse because he doesn't know what to say in the speech he planned on telling you when he finally wants to confess

And the early mornings when it's just him, Hotch and Rossi were the perfect times to plan what he would say, they were the perfect times to deceive himself that today would be the day he would tell you, he never did.

But today he was so sure of it and due to the peptalking from Garcia and Morgan the day prior he was sure he could do this, he was sure he would do this.

It wasn't easy when he saw you pass by the front door, he began rethinking all his previous choices and he knew this was the universe giving him a chance, he could just talk to you now and if you reject him, nobody would be around to see and hopefully you two could just go back to normal.

He thought it through and began muttering under his breath what he planned on saying to you but when he was just about to get to your table, your phone rang and he felt his heart deflate when he thought he saw "Boo 💕" as the contact name.

He didn't know you had a boo, and it made him feel bad that he didn't know and he is your best friend. It made him feel worse when he realised what he was about to do, but he couldn't help himself but listen into your conversation, his brain tried telling him it could just be a misunderstanding.

'Hey bae' you had said and he was sure he had never felt his heart break in that manner before in his life.

'Yeah, I am totally free this night, why?'

...

'Of course! You don't even have to ask you know you are the love of my life' you had said completely oblivious to the fact Spencer was right there while he was getting his eyes getting teary when you said 'love of my life'

...

'Don't worry, you don't have to tell me, you know I'd wear something cute' he couldn't help himself but think about the fact he wouldn't care if you look good or not. That he is obviously the better choice.

....

'Yes, for your eyes only.' he watched you have a jittery smile before you said something about having to get back to work then ending the call with a smile on your face.

And that's when you finally realised the figure hovering above your table, and you greeted him with a smile that once brightened his day but now shun to mock him.

"Hey Spence, need something? The way you're looking at me is a little creepy" you said, but your smile had now dropped a little as you noticed his eyes looked like he was about to cry.

"No, I don't just came over to say hi" his voice had betrayed him a bit he sounded a little to icy, it wasn't your fault you got yourself a date with your secret significant other the day he was meant to ask you out.

Your face looked confused and a little hurt as he walked away which made him feel a little guilty but he couldn't do anything about it but hope that you'd understand when he apologises and makes a lie about why he acted like that towards you.

But it won't be today, he just can't face you or the embarrassment today, he'd try on Monday, because today was Friday and it hurt him even more thinking about it because he knew it was Friday and he had a lot planned, because Friday is the best day to ask someone on a date because there are a lot to do.

As he finished up his paperwork and more people began entering the bullpen, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated, he knew you didn't like showing your body off, he knew if you ever went on a date you would prefer it at one of you both's houses not at a cafe, or fancy restaurant, and he knew you didn't like when people that aren't your boss tell you what to do, you can allow it if needed but being told to wear something cute to a date was not needed.

He felt really bad of thinking of another man's girlfriend in such a manner, he knows he wouldn't like it if someone thought of his girlfriend, if he had one, in this manner but he didn't care, it just wasn't fair.

Morgan had looked over to his desk and couldn't help but feel a little bit sad on his behalf the little frown on his face was enough to show he didn't get that date he wanted and Morgan began feeling a little guilty because in a way it was his fault, if he hadn't encouraged him he would have never gotten his heart broken. He made a silent note in his mind to make it up to him before walking over to Hotch's office like he originally planned to.

The rest of the day went by quickly but Spencer had ignored you the whole day, your snarky remarks during meetings he didn't laugh at one like he usually would, during lunch you offered to go to you both's favourite cafe with him and he declined, you even tried offering him a ride home but he declined that too and you wondered why because he was just asking Emily if she could give him a ride and she said she couldn't and both of you guys apartment's are on the way of each other's that's when you felt you had done something wrong and you decided to find out later but that would be after your little meet up with one of your female bestfriends from college.

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Spencer had spent a couple of hours binge watching Doctor Who and Star Wars while eating chocolate ice cream. He read somewhere that watching his favourite shows and eating good ice cream could make someone feel better during heartbreak.

At one point he just accepted his fate, you two were not meant to be, that's why the universe made you his best friend and not his lover. He could just hope you're alright and the guy wasn't a douche but part of him realise you two could be fucking or making out and he decided to stop thinking about it all together.

He had gone to the fridge to get more ice cream when he heard the doorbell ring. His eyebrows furrowed, he wasn't expecting anyone and it was around 2am, who's coming to his house at 2am? He checked the fish hole to see who it was incase it was a new unsub and he would be the first victim.

But when he was met with your face in a black satin dress that looked beautiful on you but most of it was covered by a jacket, he completely forgot himself as he admired you, when he noticed you were shivering as you rung the doorbell again he flung open the door.

You looked absolutely tired, and Spencer had to rush you in and sit you on his couch before going to get some ice cream for you because you were showing signs the date didn't go so well.

When he put the ice cream in your hand, you were yawning and accepted it with a smile, muttering something about not wanting to disturb him.

"Nonesense, you could never disturb me, did the date not go well?" He said while looking at you with care, he would have touched you but you low-key smell of alcohol like you weren't drinking it but everyone around you had been and he wasn't going to contact any germ just because of friendship.

He watched your smile go down as you said, "Date? What date?" you looked so confused that it made him feel like such an idiot and that's saying something because he is in fact not one in the slightest.

He decided to say the little secret he was keeping from you from this morning, "I heard you accepting to go on a date with your boo, or love of your life as you called them" he watched you laugh and he felt even more embarrassed when you had said.

"That's not my actual boo, that's my friend Betty from college, we all call her boo, she asked me to go with her to the club because she wanted to try one night stands again and she knows I don't drink so she invited me so she could be safe."

You watched as his mouth formed into an "oh" and you let out a short laugh before speaking again "Besides if I had a boo do you think I won't tell you?" you watched him shake his head as if to say no.

"Is that why you were acting weird all day, because you thought I had a lover and didn't tell you?" you had taken a spoon of ice cream and now the faint scent of alcohol from you was now smelling like ice cream, Spencer's favourite ice cream and he didn't care anymore, he was going to tell you.

"No, it's because I wanted us to do something together—" he started "but you could have gone to our cafe with me?" you had interrupted and he would not think it's fair if you reject him after calling a cafe 'our' cafe. "—please don't interrupt me (you muttered a sorry) — I didn't want to go because you were offering to go as my bestfriend" he watched you eyebrows furrowed in confusion before they relaxed again like you understood and that's when he knew there was no going back.

"What do you mean Spence? Did you want to be my-" and you had never felt better, he feels the same "Did you want to ask me on a date, is that why you were standing in front of my table this morning?" Spencer knew the smile on your face was a good sign so he nodded.

Before he could understand anything, your lips were on his, and he actually forgot how to function before he could kiss you back, he tasted the chocolate ice cream and a bit of alcohol from your tongue it got him even more interested he pulled you unto his lap and the kiss had gotten he steamier and although Spencer felt like he could not breathe he kept it to himself because he never wanted this moment to end.

You pulled away from the kiss and Spencer chased your lips and pulled you into another one before you pulled away again, your face felt unbelievably hot. "Spence, I have always wanted to go on a date with you and I never thought you'd feel the same way, I have always wanted to call you mine." you smiled at him.

"Can I be yours?" Spencer said as he looked into your eyes and you finally understood what that glint in his eye was, it was longing.

"Of course" you had said before you both continued kissing, well making out before Spencer helped you change into some clothes of yours he has at his house and you both slept off while cuddling into the later moments in the day.

Demon Child pt 1

It was a warm summer of June 2011, Big Mama was at her prime. She was in her office doing paperwork, when suddenly she heard her door burst open.

It was Todd, the fox yokai. While trying to catch his breath, he urges Big Mama to look at the camera that faces the lounge of her hotel.

“Oh no, this won’t do, she’s causing a big ruckus in my hotel!” Big Mama says as she watches the security video of her men struggling to capture a demon child. “Where did this child come from?”

The child appeared to be around eight years old. She had two horns on her head, and in between were bangs curled towards her eyebrows. She had black shoulder-length hair that framed her face and vivid red eyes. A pointed tooth stuck out through her lower left jaw. She wore a white patient gown that appeared burned and stained with blood, with the right side revealing her underarm.

“She came through a portal, mum, but she broke the device before we had the chance.”

“Well, a little runaway.” Big Mama looked intrigued as she continued to observe her. “She even did a clean sneak too.” She whispered in amusement.

She’s quite the bee’s knees to defeat my men with those injuries. She is also a swell fighter. She thought with a grin, splendid, I’ll make this oni my next champion. “Oh Todd” she sang blissfully. “Go fetch me my champion, if my men couldn’t get the little oni maybe he can.”

“Tell him, Big Mama got him a job.” As she giggled mischievously.

Next

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*Writers Note*

This is a fanfic of my oc and how she was adopted by Big Mama. I had originally posted this on ao3 but I deleted it cuz I found a helpful advice about writing Big Mama dialogues. Also I delete things cuz I loss confidence of my work and redoing it. I do this often and I hate myself for that :/

I’m going to rewrite a lot and I just post parts of the chapter here. I’m not even sure I want to post it on ao3.

Hope you guys enjoy.