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ranhaitanisgf · 4 months

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For your event can I have a fluff scenario with "delinquent and class president" & "stuck together" for Angry please? They get stuck in a janitors closet overnight at school & reader ends up comforting Angry?

—souya (angry) kawata // delinquent & class president // stuck together

☆ ˎˊ˗ halloooo everyone ! thank you anon to requesting this; i hope ur still around to read this ! i dont have a whole lot to add to this, but angry is such a cutie :D enjoy !! xoxo

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“hmm…” you pondered to yourself, wandering through the hall looking for potential candidates to help you.

you weren’t sure if this task was even a part of your class president responsibilities, but you couldn’t not help when your teacher had asked you to, (you were unfortunately very weak to people asking for help, but you chose to see it as a positive point).

when you had seen the horrendously chaotic state of the supply closet, you weren’t sure how your teacher had thought that you would be able to get the absolutely giant box of class handouts out of there by yourself, especially given he hadn’t been able to get it out himself. nevertheless, you decided to take the task on, setting out to find a good partner to help you out.

except, you’d run into a bit of problem.

every person you had approached had immediately run away, telling you some half-assed excuse to get out of it. it left you in a bit of a pickle; you now felt obligated to grab this massive box, but you probably would crush yourself if you tried to grab it by yourself.

however, when you saw a flash of blue hair walking by, you finally found the solution to your dilemma.

“souya-kun!” you called out, turning on your heel to catch up with him. he perked up at the sound of his name, looking back to glance at you. “hi! do you have a spare moment?” you asked, walking with him.

“i think so…” he answered, his soft voice contrasting his stony expression.

“perfect! do you think you could help me with something real quick?” you asked, putting your hands together in an effort to move him. “it won’t take more than ten minutes of your time! i can’t do it by myself, but the teacher asked me to grab this ginormous box and i can’t leave until i bring it to the classroom!”

“oh, okay.”

“yes! thank you so much! you’re truly a lifesaver!!” you exclaimed, relief flooding through you, (you’d been starting to feel a bit worried you would have to just pray to god that you wouldn’t get crushed by a box). “it’s not that far away from here!”

“alright.” angry answered, following you as you led him down the hall. he was quiet throughout the short walk, not attempting to make any sort of conversation with you. the silence wasn’t unnoticed by you, but you found that it was calm and nice rather than awkward and uncomfortable, which was something you could appreciate, (somehow, you found silence rather hard to come by nowadays).

when the two of you reached the supply closet, souya quietly followed you inside, looking around a bit at the cluttered mess of everything in the room. the door clicked closed behind him, which made you sigh a bit, glancing around the room to see if there was anything heavy enough to use as a doorstopper.

the mess of things around the room made it hard to even see everything that was there, which made you sigh, shaking your head.

“i’m not sure why it’s so messy in here…honestly, i’ll probably take a bit to straighten things out here before i go home.” you said. “i don’t know how anybody let it get this messy.”

souya didn’t respond to you, instead seeming to be thinking thoughtfully about something. his silence brought you back to the task at hand, moving a few things out of the way of where the box was on the shelf.

“okay, anyways, i just need help grabbing this box real quick, but let me prop open the door first…” you grabbed a nearby stool that seemed heavy enough to do the job, walking over to the door and grabbing the handle.

rattle.

“hah…lemme try again…” you muttered nervously, putting the stool down and putting all your focus on the doorknob. you praying that you’d just had a bad try at the doorknob and that it was not in fact locked.

rattle.

once again, the doorknob didn’t budge, only rattling in place as you tried to open the door.

“no way…seriously??” you said in shock, shaking the doorknob as you kept trying to open the door. “why the hell does a supply closet have an auto-lock door…?” you slowly turned around, facing souya with a sheepish expression on your face.

the boy only looked back at you, a bit confused at the fact that you’d been muttering to yourself for the past thirty seconds.

“uh, the door…it’s locked…” you explained. “please tell me you have your phone on you.”

“smiley’s phone died, so he’s using mine right now for something.”

“oh my god…and i left mine in the classroom…” you admitted, smacking your hand against your face. “okay, actually, it’s fine. someone will walk by and hear me if i start screaming, right?” you pondered. “i’m not sure how long i can scream for though…”

you heard a small thump! as souya sat himself on the floor of the closet, his knees pulled to his chest as he suddenly buried his face in his arms.

“gah! souya-kun!” you exclaimed, rushing over and kneeling down next to him. “are you alright?! i’m so sorry, this is all my fault!!”

“smiley will be worried if i’m gone for too long…” souya murmured, his voice a bit shaky now.

you hovered over him, unsure of what to do in this situation. in all honesty, you didn’t personally know him too well; of course, you’d heard all the rumors about the kawata twins a million times over, but you’d only really talked to souya in passing and through tutoring sessions you gave the both of them, (when they actually showed up to school).

you wouldn’t have guessed that he was so sensitive, but you supposed you should have figured. after all, souya always had a soft and kind voice when talking, and he was always so nice and respectful to you that it made you forget all the rumors about him.

“hey, it’s okay. i’ll get us out of here, no problem!” you assured, (you had no idea how you were going to get out of here). you sprung back up, looking around for anything that could help you.

of course, there’s literally only junk in here. what was i thinking?

and so, you proceeded to bang against the door for ten minutes.

you eventually stopped, rubbing your sore shoulder as you kneeled down next to souya. he hadn’t moved or said anything else at all, which was worrying you a little bit.

“okay, i think i lied…i’m sorry. i don’t know how to get out of here. but! i’m sure someone will find us eventually!” you said, trying your best to assure the boy in front of you.

what to do, what to do…

you sat down on the floor next to him, shuffling a bit closer to him, (you had to admit, it was a bit daunting that you two were currently locked in a closet, but you chose to put it out of your mind).

“y’know, when i was younger i beat someone up.” you randomly admitted. souya’s head perked up at this, which made you feel a bit more confident in continuing with your story. “yeah, i haven’t told anybody ‘cause i’m not sure how that would reflect on me as class president…but i mean, he totally had it coming, y’know?!” you exclaimed, your expression reflecting your true emotions on the incident. “he was being such an ass! i don’t even remember what his name was, but he would always pull on the girls' hair and would mess with the quiet boys in the class, and it totally pissed me off!”

“...you beat him up?” souya asked quietly, a curious expression on his face.

“yeah! and then i got expelled…but, it was totally worth it!” you said confidently, curling your fingers into a fist. “of course, i don’t think i could beat anybody up now. i would probably be the one getting beaten up, haha.”

“why?”

“oh, well…i mean i dunno. back then it was pretty easy because everyone was just as weak as everyone else, but now that we’re older everyone has different strengths. i mean, you and your brother are for sure stronger than i am, right?”

“...yeah, you’re right. there was this time me and my brother, we challenged these dudes from…” as souya began to talk, you smiled, noticing his head was fully out of his arms. the expression on his face had changed from nervous to somewhat curious and excited, making you feel quite accomplished. his voice was soft and calm as he talked, and unknowingly, listening to him talk was also calming you down as well, making you feel more relaxed. in fact, you even forgot for a moment that the two of you were currently locked in a closet.

how cute…

you supposed it wasn’t terrible to stay here for a while longer.

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sailing-through-hawkins · 7 months

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✧ dedicated to that one anon that made me feel so happy about the siren kas au again!! also thank you mea for beta-reading this for me you are a lifesaver!! going to tag @xenon-demon and @chaoticlovingdreamer because i know you both were interested in this idea hope it's cool to tag you!! ✧

The first time it happens, it's not a big deal.

They were on their way to start a supply run, some small groceries, snacks and sweets, to try and keep the mood up.

He had already done his rounds, checked in on El (still exhausted) and Dustin (still sleeping with his head on his mom's lap; she's still wiping her tears away when Steve sees her) and the Byers (still huddled together, warm, loving). He felt a twinge in his chest at the absence of Lucas and Erica but he knows they're with their parents because they did a check-in literally ten minutes ago. They're safe.

Steve knows they're safe. He just wishes they felt safe.

A whole month of fear and caution but this time, instead of a couple of kids sharing glances across town, nodding and walking on, it's everyone in Hawkins, gawking up at the dark clouds without any idea of what's been happening under their noses for years.

He wishes they never had to find out.

"Hey," Robin says, grasping his hand as she steps out onto the doorstep next to him. "We got this, right?"

"Yeah," Steve grips her hand back, stroking his thumb over the ink doodles across her knuckles. Sometimes he thinks the only reason they'll make it is that he's got her by his side. "We got this."

She smiles a thin, watery smile, lifts up her mask and makes her way to the car. He inhales, covers his nose with the black bandana Dustin gave him and follows behind her, gripping at the cold, empty space in his palm.

The forest was always one of the worst parts of living in this house, but the darkness has turned it ashy and cold, like something out of a zombie movie. He wonders, as he stares through the trees, if Barb got to see the forest before she was pulled through.

That's when he hears the music.

An echo of a guitar strumming. It's faint, the sound warbling as the guitar gets tuned and re-tuned every few strums.

It's so quiet, he thinks, so why does it sound so close?

"Steve?" Robin calls out, her eyes as wide and beautiful and terrified as ever under her goggles. She stands next to his car, one hand tapping the hood nervously. "You ready?"

Steve blinks and shakes his head, the echo of the guitar fading away as he twirls his keys around his finger. "Ready."

Probably just someone playing around on the radio or something, he reasons as he starts the engine.

No big deal.

Two days later and everyone is in the living room.

Everyone meaning literally everyone, even fucking Mrs Wheeler, all to discuss shelter for the families who lost their houses in the earthquake.

Steve's house is already full of most of the Party (Dustin insisted they use the name for the entire Upside-Down-Expert-Team), otherwise he'd offer it as a place for people to stay in until they can get something more permanent.

That's all this place is good for anyways. Just a rest stop.

"I appreciate that, Mom." Nancy taps her finger on the dining table, eyes squinting and lips squeezed into a very fake smile. Steve winces and starts to make his way to the sun room, gripping the blankets in his arms tightly as she continues. "But some of these people need -"

It's pretty easy to tune the discussion out, focusing on laying out the blankets and making as much of the space as comfortable as possible. The big windows let so much sunlight in, it's perfect for anyone who wants to soak up in the warmth. The only problem is the view.

He pointedly doesn't look at the pool, hands on his hips as he surveys the room, and that's when he starts to hear the guitar again. The strumming starts up quietly and washes over him, re-tuning itself every time he starts to rearrange the blankets again. A few minutes of tuning and it starts to play a song this time.

Steve tilts his head, staring out at the pool. Someone must have switched on the lights when it started getting dark.

When did it get so dark? He should go back and check on everyone, make sure they're comfortable. Is there enough space? Maybe he should redo the blankets?

The song soaks the back of his neck.

The blankets are perfect. He and Robin just can share.

It's so familiar, he thinks, as the water ripples with the wind. Something he's heard, but not listened to.

There shouldn't be any water in the pool. Why is there -

The song is slow, coiling behind his ear and gently drifting down his shoulders, making him shiver. He thinks he should know the music, humming along to it as the guitar starts to get louder. It feels nice, a comforting chill down his back that eases the tension of his wounds.

His wounds. Robin. Robin, his bat bites still hurt, why does it hurt so much, what's -

Oh, he thinks as the music plays even louder in his ear, in his mind, that's not the radio.

"Steve!"

Robin is crying, hands crushing his jaw, her face blocking the view of the empty pool. The music is gone.

"Steve, please!"

"Rob?" he croaks, swallowing the dryness of his tongue. His head feels flooded with a fuzziness, blood rushing through his veins like it was moving too slowly before. He blinks when he realizes they're outside now, standing between the pool and the house. It's still daylight. "What -?"

She pulls him into a hug, and he struggles, but manages to wrap his own arms around her, if kinda slowly. "You just - you weren't saying anything and started walking to the pool and I couldn't stop you -"

"Steve," Nancy says somewhere to his left. He barely manages to lift his head to look at her, blue eyes sharp and a Walkman held tightly in her hand. "What did you see?"

The fuzziness is fading away but his brain is still moving through a fog to connect words together. "I heard music."

Robin's face is in front of his again, eyes wide and beautiful and terrified. Oh, Robbie. "Vecna uses music now?"

"Not Vecna." Steve wrinkles his nose. "It...wasn't Vecna."

"How do you know that?" Nancy squints at him and he rests his forehead against Robin's, his bones melting into stone, too heavy to hold up. He hears the creak of the Walkman, Nancy gripping it tighter. "Steve, how do you know it's not Vecna?"

"Music w's nice." His eyes are closing. "Felt nice."

After that, the plan was never leave Steve alone.

It made bathroom breaks awkward but Argyle was so chill about it that Steve didn't even mind after the first two trips.

El couldn't find anything Upside-Downy on him, and there was the entire town with Upside-Downy shit happening everywhere, so there wasn't really much more to the plan than him having a bodyguard.

They made a chart for their shifts. God, he loves these shitheads.

"Here, man," Argyle says quietly, handing over three slices of pizza with a wink. Steve thanks him with a real, if exhausted, smile. Sleep hasn't been easy for the past week. "Fresh outta the oven."

"You're a godsend, dude," Steve groans, blowing air on the pizza slice. Mike grumbles under his breath about "hair-bias", whatever the fuck that means. Erica just rolls her eyes and shoves at his head.

The Sinclairs are visiting today, the parents persuaded by Lucas and Erica's whining (and a little bit of Steve's charm) so they can spend more time at "home base" with the others.

They're sat in the living room, eating lunch as rays of sunlight shine on the food like some kind of holy blessing, with the rest of the Party.

The rest of the survivors would be more accurate.

He tries not thinking about it, tries to appreciate the warm cheese and loud laughter. There's too much to not think about. How Max isn't here, how she deserves more, how he wants to see her okay and alive and happy.

Eddie isn't here either, and he doesn't think about how much he deserved better too.

"Steve thought it was cool! Right, Steve?"

He wishes Eddie could have made it, that Dustin didn't have to lose him like that.

Hell, they could have been friends. Maybe buried the hatchet so they could make fun of Dustin together, catch each other's eye whenever the tone makes an appearance and just laugh whenever he wasn't looking.

"I said, right, Steve?"

Maybe they could have hung out. Steve would come over to his trailer - or maybe Eddie would come over for a swim - and he'd make fun of Eddie's taste in bands - or maybe he'd listen to him play his guitar, never looking away from those ringed fingers as they created wonderful, wonderful music.

"Dude?"

Oh shit, the music is back. That's probably not good, is it?

But it's so sweet. So calming and cool, like a balm against his torn skin, washing over the dark feelings that built up in his ribcage.

"Steve!"

The song ripples through his veins and he sighs at the feeling. The pool doesn't have water anymore, he thinks. He emptied it so long ago. The music is sad, and his heart clenches at the sound.

The lake has water, he thinks. And the song turns light, sweet, calling him, curling around him, pulling him towards -

"Sorry about this, dude."

"Fuck!" Steve gasps when he hits the ground, groaning as his back ache returns at full force. "What the fuck, man?"

To his credit, Argyle looks genuinely sorry and helps him back onto his feet, holding Steve up with a tight arm around his waist and a tighter grip on his wrist. His shoulder aches at being thrown over Argyle's neck but walking is a lot easier when someone else is carrying half the weight.

He feels so heavy now.

"What - happened?" Steve croaks as they hobble back to the house. When did he leave it?

"You just got up and you weren't -" Dustin swallows, his voice croaky like he'd been yelling. "It's like you weren't even there."

"God, you can't keep doing this, Steve," Robin smacks his shoulder with a tight smile, tears still unshed in her eyes. His chest aches at them. "How many times are you gonna walk out on me?"

"Sorry Robbie," he says and accepts her very tight ow, ow, ow hug with a sad laugh. "I don't know what's going on."

"Was it the music again?" Will asks quietly.

Steve looks at him, leaning his head against Robin's. When did he get so tall? When did they all grow up already? "Yeah," Steve replies, just as quiet. He swallows when Robin lets out a sob into his shoulder. "It was the same song."

By the time his brain is fully functional ("Debatable," Mike sneers, crying out when El smacks him up the head), everyone's already discussing the new plan.

"We'll need to make notes, figure out the pattern, see if there're any triggers for Steve." Nancy said and he tries not to let it get to him, the fact that he needs babysitting now, that he can't do anything without being watched. "If the music makes people feel...good, it could still be a whole new tactic. Maybe Vecna wants our guard down, maybe he's countering our favourite songs, maybe it's a distraction. We have to be ready."

Steve still wants to grumble that it could never be Vecna, that's insulting, but he's too tired to argue about anything anymore.

They've even rearranged who sleeps where so that the Sinclairs can sleep over. They take one of the guest rooms while Mrs Henderson and Dustin join Steve in his own room. He almost loses his mind cackling when the both of them eye his wallpaper with the same mix of disgust and fascination. When Mrs Henderson sees the curtains, she almost gags and it's the loudest he's laughed in a long time.

"You're gonna be okay," Dustin tells him right before they fall asleep. Steve looks up at him from the floor where he lays, couch pillows doing more for his back than training against monsters ever did. "You'll be fine."

"'Course I will, dude," Steve smiles at him as Mrs Henderson leaves the room to talk to Hopper one last time. Tews is curled up on the bed, purrs loud, almost melodic, and lulling Steve's thoughts into a calm. "If the giant flesh monster couldn't get us, no way some wrinkly old naked guy will."

Dustin laughs outrageously at that and Steve wants to coo, wants to cry, wants to grip Dustin tightly in his arms and hide him away from the world, hide them all away in this empty house and make it full, make it safe for them, for Max, for Robin.

He doesn't.

He eventually falls asleep to the sound of Dustin muttering under his breath. And when Steve sleeps, he dreams.

It's so cold around him, so dark and empty. The sky thunders red and the cries of so many monsters echo around him. But there, through the cold and the shadows and the monsters, there's the song, calling to him.

I'm here, he thinks as he trudges his way through the inky mass of thick liquid, not water, not blood, but enough of both to make his steps heavy. I'm coming.

The song curls up on his skin, on his bat bites, soft and sweet and cold, like that time Robin spilled ice cream all over the -

"Steve!"

Robin. Where's - where's Robin?

Shh, it's okay. She's fine. Everyone's fine. Keep going.

Oh, he thinks. Of course. Everyone's okay, he knows they are, right?

Steve pauses his next step.

Right?

The song is even lonelier now and he shakes off the questions clouding his mind. It croons to him, so happy as he makes it through the ink to the shore. It sounds so sweet, that's it, keep going, come on.

He's crawling at this point, body heavy with the weight, until the song lifts him up onto his knees and he looks up to see -

"Snap out of it!"

Steve gasps at the sting on his cheek, blinking when light hits his eyes fiercely, shapes and sounds moving around him from a distance. There's a buzzing coiling behind his ears.

"Steve?"

Dustin's terrified face finally comes into focus behind his mother, who is standing right in front of Steve with her arm stretched across the space between them. Steve blinks, "Hold on, did you just slap me?"

"I'm so sorry, Steve," Mrs Henderson says and just like Argyle, she seems to really mean it. Does she? Her outstretched hand rests on his forehead as the other grips his upper arm. His back aches. His torso burns. Where did the song go? "We were so scared, you weren't saying anything -"

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Would never, of course not, just needed to keep going.

They both deny it vehemently. "Of course not! You were just - staring. Out the window. At -"

"At the pool," Steve hisses, biting his lip.

"Yeah," Dustin breathes out, his eyes watering as he reaches out to grab Steve's wrist. "But you're - you're back now. We just - just need to slap you out of it. What's another concussion, right?"

Steve laughs because Dustin's voice is so choked up that if he doesn't laugh, he'll cry. He ruffles the curls of his hair with a smile. A sinking feeling claws at him from the inside of his stomach. Can't he listen to the song one more time?

"Steve?"

"Yeah, I'm here, I'm -" Steve swallows as the blood in his veins prickles. Won't you hear me one more time? "I - I don't want to listen. I won't."

"Can you still hear it?!"

Please? It would make us so happy, Steve.

"I - no, no, I -"

"Steve?! Guys! Code red, code red, please!"

Please, Steve. Please?

"Okay," he says, eyes drooping as the melody curls up around his waist, brushing against the inside of his skin, pooling around his chest, thrumming in time with his heart beat. It feels so sweet, so good, thank you, come here, come here. "Okay."

"El, do something, please!"

The song turns harsh, gnawing on his bones, piercing through his skull, pushing him to the ground as someone is interrupting, no interruptions, leave us alone, alone, alone. The pain builds up crawling and clawing up to his chest to his shoulders to his head, his head, it hurts, it hurts so much, please stop, just stop. "Fuck, fuck -"

"Steve?" Dustin whimpers and he aches, he aches, he aches.

He screams.

When he wakes up, it's to dawn creeping through the windows and rope around his body.

Red sunlight, just like in Mike's Superman comic books, covered by dark clouds.

A red sun to the blue moon. Right side up to the upside down. You to me.

"Whe -" Steve croaks, his eyes creaking open. Fuck, they're so crusty, that's gross. "Where?"

"Steve!"

Robin's face in front of his, beautiful and terrified. He squints up at her, glancing over to find Dustin and Lucas staring at him with wide eyes, Hopper behind them. They watch him and they nod. Others are coming in, Mrs Byers and Jonathan and Nancy -

Steve hisses as something claws through him for the fourth time that night, pain, pain, go away, go away -

"Shit, shit, shit, everyone get in position, -"

"Will, get over here, he's gonna -"

Come here, come on, please? Won't you come back?

"Where are you?" Steve murmurs as the pain turns into the music, gliding over him, like a wave coming to shore, pulling him back to the water, back to us.

"He's talking to the siren! Somebody get -"

Come here, come back, come to me.

"Can't find you," he says, slurring his words as the song combs through his hair, like fingers scratching against his scalp. "Where're you?"

"That's it, Steve, keep talking, we got you -"

Want you here, with us, want us together, don't you?

"Yeah, yes, together," he sighs, the melody trilling in his chest, happy, sweet, soft, perfect, it'll be perfect, together, all together, just before someone reaches for his hand

He hisses and the song pulls away roughly, leaving him floating in the void, he cries out for it to come back, but he betrayed them, shouldn't have done that, Stevie, you tried to trick us -

"Shit!" Steve drops back to the bed with lead in his bones. El is still holding his hand. He was so close, the connection just barely at his fingertips.

Dustin swears as the others start to argue. The frustration is building up in the room, everyone too tense to think about answers, you sly dog, that was clever, but we don't like traitors -

"Wait, no," Steve gasps as something claws in his wounds, amused, you tried to trick me? Fine, no more playing around. "Fuck, wait -"

And the song crashes into the shore, pulls him down under where everything is sweet and cold, right back where you belong.

It's so warm out here, between the trees.

The skin on his back was blistering, biting at his flesh, before the song had gently cooled it down. He shivers at the chill, smiling when the song pulls him forward, looping around him with a sweet hum. It feels so nice, to hear the song without any distractions.

Without any interruptions.

Keep going.

Steve sighs when the song runs through his hair, laughing when it musses it all up. His hand twitches, he wants to fix it up until it's perfect again.

Keep going.

There are noises behind him, the sound of running and metal-on-flesh. It's all so slow, even slower than him. He doesn't know what's behind him, just the dark and gentle song pulling at his veins.

Keep going.

He makes it to the water, to the lake. There is no moonlight, but the song guides his steps, keeps him light. How sweet, he thinks, how sweet of you.

He makes it until his waist is plunged in the frigid water and then the song stops. He looks around but can't see anything in the shadows. There are sounds of humans yelling, of monstrous shrieks behind him, but where is the song?

"Hey."

He looks up and sees crimson eyes, half-lidded, and a smile staring down at him. Massive black wings blow gusts of wind at him. He shivers, and gives a smile in return.

His song.

The wings slow down until big, red eyes are level with his own, curls of black falling with gravity to brush against his cheek. The song hums in his chest, satisfied, delighted and sweet.

"Miss me, big boy?"

#steve harrington #steddie #writing #au content: kas!eddie #ficlet #sailing✧siren!kas #sailor✧writes #i fucking did it guys are you proud of me #i ended up adding a whole 1k because i wanted to smooth it out before posting so thank you kindly to the anon who asked me about this #i appreciate you so much and i hope you see this #can you believe half the reason this took me so long was because i wanted to make a new divider specifically for this

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kyojurismo · 10 months

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emergency request I just found out that a bunch of my friends who I consider close (they know numerous things about me, vice versa, and we've done multiple shows together) threw a giant party without me could I have some hcs of tengen and rengoku comforting reader after such events/throwing a mini party of their own? thank you sm,, you're a lifesaver <33

# tengen uzui

tags : gn!reader, kinda modern!au but it’s not clear lmao, comfort, tengen being the sweetest, not proofread.

a/n : hello anon, sorry it took me so long and if it’s quite short + i also apologise bc i didn’t include kyojuro but uh, i wasn’t in the mood to write for him too ( yeah i know, it sounds weird but anyway ). i hope you can appreciate it anyway, once again i apologise <3

tengen would definitely comfort you and remind you that they’re are the problem in this

you did nothing wrong

“it’s their loss, not yours. we’re gonna throw a better party anyway.”

and definitely does so

he would make sure there are your favourite food, drinks, he organises your favourite activities and stuff like that

definitely end up doing a karaoke but like acts super dumb just to make you laugh

and he’s successful, trust me

i believe he would act like it’s kind of your birthday so he even find a present for you hehe

“a special event for a special person, heh?” he would tease you and then shower you with kisses and hugs

he even asked the others to join so you won’t get bored with just him [ excuse me, sir? ]

god of festivals for a reason i guess

tengen knows that you felt bed about you don’t getting invited and that’s why he literally does his best to not only distract you, but making you forget about it completely

he’s here to seeing you smile as wide as you can

what’s the point if you’re not happy?

he’s the best ever, trust me

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !!#tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui x you #tengen uzui x y/n #tengen uzui drabble #tengen uzui blurb #tengen uzui imagine #tengen uzui fanfic #kny tengen #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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jennifersminds · 2 months

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I LOVE your writing, do you have any advice for new writers?

hello !!! thank you so much anon <333 truly means so much to me 🎀🩷

I’m definitely not the best person for advice because I (to my detriment - looking at you months long hiatus) I mostly wing it but there are a few things I think are good to keep in mind,

1. might seem stupid but have fun !! and remember that you’re writing for fun. Write fics because they excite you and they’re something you want to see. Don’t get caught up in the numbers and worrying about what people will think, I thought Plastic Crown would literally be read by like ten people max because it was so absurd but (and I’m so unbelievably grateful seriously everyone who enjoys that fic,, i love u, i would fight your enemies in a mcdonald’s parking lot) I was wrong.

I mean, take with a grain of salt since every fic I wrote is drowning in self indulgence but still. Fanfic is fun! So have fun with it.

2. Super hypocritical but storyboard !! I’m currently experiencing the worst fkn writers block because I didn’t and now i’m trying to get everything planned before I update lmao

Another thing that saved me and actually got me stared in writing was my notes app. i’d put excerpts from fics I was reading that I felt really captured the vibe I wanted to create between or within characters. Random pieces of dialogue. details and just vague prompts and it’s a lifesaver.

3. Going back to point one kinda, try not to compare your fics to other people’s. That goes for Stats, reviews, writing styles, all of it. It’s pointless, fic is totally subjective and everyone’s gonna have their own vibe so just stick to working on yours.

4. Try and make stuff for your fic, seriously Pinterest boards, collages, gif sets, spotify playlists. Build up the world you wanna write about so it’s something that you feel you can just step into. Make it visceral and exciting even if it’s just exciting to you.

5. have like a drink or something that you associate with writing, for me it’s pink monster energy but for the sake of your heart maybe pick something different. like tea or anything not drowning in vague chemicals and caffeine. Can be anything like a candle, a playlist, just something to get in the vibe.

6. Talk about your fics, friends are a lifesaver in fandom, I cannot tell you how many times @vorpalmuchness and @katherineholmes have helped me figure something out just by letting my talk at them until something clicks. Vorpal in particular has suffered through that many many times (ily bestie ty for the face times)

7. and finally, write badly. seriously, just word vomit into a google doc if you’re struggling. Atleast then you have a jumping off point. It’s so rarely going to be a slam dunk on your first try so just,, do it. Get it out, get the vibe and run with it

Anyway, thank you so much for the ask anon. I hope atleast some of this helps xx

#fic #asks <3 #anon #writing #plastic crown #tvd #elena gilbert #elejah

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m1d-45 · 3 months

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(Hahahaha I totally didn't forget about tumblr for a hot second what do you mean...)

Anyways, more silly questions of mine! Would you rather have all your characters be C6 but have none of their signature weapons, or have all of your weapons be R5 but never get the cons you want?

🪷 anon

VERY GOOD QUESTION

broadly, i don’t pull for sig weapons anyway (though i am often very very tempted for aesthetic reasons), so having easy c6s would be preferred! c6s improve so much of their kits—my kuki reached c6 recently and it’s a literal lifesaver—compared to the boost from weapons, and yeah i only have three five star weapons but me and The Gang are doing very well as they are!

side note, i leveled my wrio recently and his normal attacks are insane. in terms of raw damage my heizou still takes it for his skill (like 80k or something last i checked?) but getting 11k combos is still so satisfying, especially when i know he can be improved upon still!

(if you’re like. a wrio main wondering why that’s low, it’s because i have terrible luck with artifacts. we make do and then Forget To Ever Improve Again)

thank you for the question and have a great day or night!

#m1d : [chats]#🪷 anon #yeah i. forgot about tumblr too #this post goes out to my dottore fic that will permanently stay in the drafts but that i can’t stop thinking about. fuck that guy #why can’t i work on Anything Else. ygh #sorry gang but i lost The Groove and the hd is kicking my ass

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theangrypomeranian · 3 months

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I was gonna go on anon to ask this bc fear lol but do what scares you until it doesn't scare you ufeelme lmao ANYWAY

Do you have any guidance or advice to someone that has /never/ read fanfic but wants to start? I'm not really a shipper (outside of canon, anyway, like I love boblin but avoid the kids ships even if canon bc of the internet drama I've read. Obviously no judgment on my end, I just don't wanna be involved in it - that anxiety/ chronic stress life babey)

But I've been feeling like having scenes or stories to draw will be the next step in improving my art. I can draw the characters reasonably legible now so wanna draw them interacting with each other more! To encapsulate their dynamics and relationships with one another, any fanfic seems ideal for that! Otherwise I'd just be redrawing scenes and that's fine as is, but it's not necessarily enough? If that makes sense?

With all this in mind, I'm overwhelmed with the prospect of diving in without any knowledge on the fanfic/writing world whatsoever. As I only follow a small handful of writes, and you seem to be one of the most consistent/frequent, I would absolutely love and appreciate your help!

I understand this may either be an unnecessary amount of info, or just a lot/ an intense amount in general lmao, so you don't have to answer this! But I had to try somewhere 👉😎👉 I hope you understand! I'm sure you'll understand 😆🤭

Hello! Sorry for responding so late, work has been taking all of my spoons this weekend and I wanted to be sure I could answer this with the gusto you deserve. (Also I HELLA feel the "do what scares you until it doesn't", I need to start living by that more. Good on you, mate!) For what to read, my number one rule is if I don't think I'll enjoy the story I stay away. AO3's tagging systems is a freaking lifesaver for that imo as you can filter away a lot of stuff you don't want to see, like certain ships or genre tropes or even physical acts of affection/intimacy. Sometimes the summary of a story can also help you decide if it's something you would be interested in. And if there are certain things you DO want to see or certain characters or ships, you can exclusively look for stories that have them (like how I hang out almost exclusively in the Zeke x Tina tag on AO3 lol). Knowing what you do and don't like is crucial for this, though. If nothing else, you can just go onto the Bob's Burgers AO3 tag and scroll through the fics until you see something you want to try reading. And always remember that fanfic is supposed to be FUN, so if you start something and start to not like it there is no shame in clicking out. You are not obligated to keep reading something you don't like, not even if it's posted by someone you DO like. This is supposed to be a fun hobby, after all. I hope this helps you a little bit! And thank you so much for asking me about this, I feel honored. <3 Happy reading!

#pom answers #unclefathersantateddy #fanfic #i really hope this helps #and again so sorry for taking so long to answer orz #i'm such a turtle when it comes to answering asks i need to get better about it lol

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djmarinizelablog · 1 year

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Hi! Can I ask for a Levihan Goblin AU where Levi is Grim Reaper and Hange’s Sunny? They don’t know whether to hold on to the sin of the past or focus on another chance given to them to focus on their personal feelings. But it’s totally okay if it’s not something you feel like writing😅

Here's to Our In-Between

Summary: A Grim Reaper named Levi Ackerman meets a mortal named Hange Zoe.

Sidenote: This ask was sent last July 2021... so if you manage to read this, Anon, I hope you're still in love with the fandom (and I am so, so sorry for being late, but writing emotional fics like this one do take time)

And thank you to @oyzoe for giving me a crash course on Goblin many, many months ago (love you lots!)

For Levi, souls are mere dead baggage for his job. He collects them as they come and go. He's a grim reaper, for heaven's sake, so he's merely doing his job as clinically as possible. None of that melancholic angel-like voice guiding them in the afterlife, nor of the haunting chants of him ferrying the departed to peaceful paradise. Saving souls mean nothing to him. No one else ever remembers the past, anyway, so bother?

One thing that baffles him, though, is Hange Zoe's presence. He watches her like a hawk from a distance, curious and intrigued at her peculiarity. Humans can be interesting once in a while, especially when they don't fear death or being forgotten. She's graduating with her college degree, sure, but for a student, she sure does meditate a lot on mortality, philosophizing about it in front of her friends in cafes and libraries, and Levi can't help but listen and follow around, invisible.

Then the inevitable happens.

She trips right in the middle of the street, and a speeding car honks at her, lights blaring. Hange closes her eyes and doesn't move, thinks her end has finally come.

(It's not her turn to die yet, Levi is aware of it, and he'll make sure that doesn't happen today.)

So he appears to her for the first time, in flesh and blood, like a god-turned-mortal, pulling her back to the safety of the sidewalk. A mishap, perhaps---or is it fate? Levi can't tell how someone like Hange can stir old feelings inside him.

The crowd is hushed when he doesn't let go of her hand and Levi knows he's become human like the rest of them.

"Thank you, I--" Hange turns around to face her savior and they're both appalled when the strange man starts tearing up without reason. Levi pulls a hand to his face and feels the wetness in his cheeks.

After composing herself, Hange can only laugh at her lifesaver. "Am I that gorgeous?"

He bites his lip and hates to admit anything but the truth: all the memories of her in his previous life are flashing right before his very eyes.

Earth feels nothing like heaven, or even hell. Not that there's anything to look forward to on earth, anyway.

Unlike Levi, Hange doesn’t remember anything about her past. Not the rain nor the river. In fact, Hange doesn’t remember jumping into the rapids with a dead body to avoid captivity. At least, not in this world. There are no flashbacks in her mind when the stranger mentions these so-called memories.

"Must have triggered the recollection when I became human after the incident," he's speaking his mind, and Hange is appalled.

"Right..." she nods, not following at all.

"I'm not crazy, I promise," the stranger named Levi leans towards her, careful not overstep his boundaries, as they sit across each other in a café near her lab.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You saved my life," he says again, his voice very much human, "I owe you everything."

This person sitting across her doesn't have much to say anymore, except that he’s an old friend, a comrade from the past that she fought alongside with, but Hange has never entered the military. Not in this life, no. Neither does she dream of enlisting in it. Hange's world comprises of lab experiments and safety goggles, of test trials and meticulous methodologies.

It's only been an hour since she first met him. Hange's had an inkling that this could be a trick, a scam, but from the way he sounds so sincere and desperate, Hange might as well fall for it. "Mister... Ackerman, right?"

"You can call me Levi."

"What was I to you?"

"Someone..." He bites his lip, tries to think of the best thing to say. "special."

She looks up to the dark skies as if searching for something. Some sign or meaning behind this. "Levi," she says his name as if it would bring back something from what she's supposed to know, but nothing. “So, what else do you remember? About me?"

The man says in a heartbeat: "Everything."

He promises to fill her in with the details, perhaps try to sketch a portrait of their lives from the world he knew. Hange believes in the afterlife, and even though she's not religious, she's spiritual enough to know that there are ways for people to reencounter their lovers in another life. She asks him questions about grim reapers and souls, and Levi tries to think of Hange in their past life and sighs at how cruel and beautiful the world can be.

Settling into the human world (again) can be quite daunting at first, but Levi knows there's a limit to how long he can take a break from being a grim reaper. His heart breaks when he finds out that he only has another day until he loses his mortality once more.

"When you finally leave, I promise I'll be there to say goodbye," Hange tells him, holding out her pinky finger for him to curl his own against.

And indeed she does.

He meets Hange outside her house on the last day, says he has one last thing to do before he goes away. There's a somber look in her eye once she comes out of her door.

"I wish there was a way for me to see who I was in your lifetime," Hange confesses to him. Levi might have lived centuries as a grim reaper, but in reality, immortality brings him fear.

"There is one way, actually," he tells her. "A reaper's kiss will allow a person to remember their past life."

"Why didn't you say so right away?" Hange grabs his collar in her first, half angry and annoyed.

He doesn't dare tell her that he's afraid to know who he was to Hange in her past life. It was too much of a burden for anyone to bear, to see how tragic their previous lives were. Levi hopes this was the right choice. That in the case Hange would choose to see her past, he hopes that she'll only remember the happy times.

"Well then, Levi Ackerman..." Hange Zoe's voice is close to a whisper, almost a plead. "Will you kiss me?"

Slowly, he pulls her close to him and kisses her in the dark.

The memories instantly flood into her head, of saving Levi, of tending to his injuries, of sacrificing herself. Hange finds herself laughing with Levi as well as with other people--comrades, friends, maybe?--and of crying with the younger soldiers. It's full of heartache but it's also brimming with determination and comfort, of selflessness and love.

When he pulls away from the kiss, there's only silence at first. The sky has gone dark with the late-night hour. And this time, Hange is crying. "What did I just see? What was that all about?"

He kisses her once more on the forehead for good measure. "Our past life."

Levi prays that in their next life, the wait will be short and the meeting shall be long.

#levihan #attack on titan #levi ackerman #hange zoe #aot #snk #fanfic #fanfiction #djmarinizela

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wayfayrr · 10 days

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Hi!

I’ve been following you for awhile and want to be friends, but for now I’m too scared to come off anon.

So I’m sending this ask in before the anxiety wins!

Anyways, how are you? Got something to eat and drink today?

Also btw I love your writing!

EYYY!!!! that's a really big win against your anxiety, I'm glad you managed to send it!!!!

I know how hard it can be to force yourself through it to reach out to people, honestly tumblr's ability to send anon asks can be a lifesaver sometimes. It's just being able to take small steps that can make it a lot less intimidating, if you ever feel comfortable enough to message though I'd love to be friends <3

besides that though I'm doing very well!! spent out a little to get myself a new game today as well as a couple nice things to eat and drink. I hope you're keeping hydrated too

thank you for the compliment too, it really means a lot to me that people like my silly little ideas

#sometimes giving yourself an emoji can make things easier too #that's what I used to do a lot of the time when I was far more anxious #what I still do when reaching out to someone new as well #it's the perfect level of obscurity for me #but it's different for everyone #just do whatever you're comfortable with - there's never any rush <3 #moss✧rambles

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steveharrington · 1 year

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hii I’m a different anon but I was wondering if u could link the videos to the crochet tutorials pls😭😭 I’ve been trying to figure it out and it’s kinda. not clicking for me at all lmao but anyway!!! thank u <3

yes!! okay so i used all these videos to learn specifically amigurumi (making little creatures) therefore a lot of them will be based around that. if you're interested in making things like clothes or tapestries im not the best person to ask, but i think a lot of these channels also have videos on those topics!

first off this video just teaches you how to do a slip stitch, which is just the basic method of getting your yarn on the hook to create foundational chains! this is sometimes used to make amigurumi as well as creating flat pieces, and there are several different ways to go about it but this video focuses on the pretzel method which i find easiest!

now this is specific to amigurumis, but the first step essentially is the magic circle. let me tell you i spent like. 3 hours one day on Just this step and watched so so so many videos, but i went back in my youtube search history and found this specific video because it just made it click in my brain. i even left a little comment being like "THANK YOU" so i know its this one hehe

this video talks about how to properly count your stitches/use stitch markers when making an amigurumi, and that's honestly lifesaving information to know when you're first starting out.

and finally i owe this video my life. seriously. it takes you through the process of crocheting a no-sew amigurumi that's very achievable for a first time beginner. it's great because the pattern is showed on screen while the artist explains each step, so it really helps you understand patterns and what they're asking you to do. i cannot express how much i owe literally everything ive ever crocheted to this baby octopus tutorial because after i followed it, i had a little baby octopus in my hand and i was like holy fuck i MADE THAT and then i just went from there <3

one note i'll also add is that sometimes when you're watching tutorials you might see some artists hold the yarn a different way (between different fingers etc) or even hold their hook a different way, and it doesn't mean they're doing it Right and you're doing it Wrong. aside from following a pattern, the way you crochet depends on what feels comfortable to you. im sooooo slow compared to a lot of the people in these tutorials, but thats just how i crochet and its fine! so dont get too caught up in trying to perfectly mimic everything you see these people doing, because a lot of it depends on the person <3

here’s my first ever ami, made using the baby octopus tutorial! you can even see the bag with all my brand new yarn and hooks and everything in the background lmao. and i am not a crafty person i typically don’t pick up on things very fast, but this is easier than it looks and it’s 100% doable for anyone. you can do this!! fr!!!

#i hope these are helpful and i hope you guys crochet in the new year!!!!#also if the magic ring is tough for anyone i could try to make a video explaining it (keyword try) in my own words ?#answered

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spacedustmantis · 9 months

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I apologize in advance for giving unwarranted medical advice, absolutely feel free to completely disregard this, but if you haven't already looked into birth control patches that might be worth considering! You change your patch once a week for 3 weeks, and then you bleed during the 4th week when you wear no patch. I think they also have ones with different schedules? But I'm not certain. I used patches for years (on testosterone now) and using this rather than another form of birth control was a lifesaver because I really really struggled with tracking so it was great to no longer be caught off guard. I only mention because most people I've spoken to aren't aware that this is an option, and I was just really lucky my doctor suggested it!

huh interesting. never heard of this. but i don't think i need that right now. my main issue is my memory issues so i don't think more shit to keep track of is gonna help. but i did download a tracker just now so that should help. hopefully

(i am thinking about going on birth control if whatever is causing certain issues gets worse tho. so this is a welcome information anyways :3 thanks anon)

#buggy thoughts #buggy answers

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kittyklok · 8 months

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Hey toki!!! I found some old Zazz blammymataz tapes, lets watch em!

WHAH? WOWEE..BRUTALS..ID LIKES THAT!!! BEEN NEEDINGS TO WATCH SOMETHING SILLYS LATELY ANYWAY..THANK YOUS ANON!!!! YOUS A LIFESAVERS..OR SOMETHINGS LIKE THAT…

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#metalocalypse rp #toki wartooth #rp blog #ask blog #💀🐇

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flightlessangelwings · 1 year

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you are a lifesaver thank you so much 💗💗💗 I also saw that there’s a way to get the search function back to where it was if you choose to hide tumblr live under the dashboard preferences too 🙏🏼 but I guess it’s only for seven days. anyway thank you so much again ily

Of course!!! Happy to help!! 💖💖💖 I didn’t know there’s a way to hide the live so I’ll do that too cause there’s no way I’m ever using it lol! I don’t post selfies on this site at all so I’m definitely not going live lamoooo

What would I even do anyway? “Here’s a live of me sitting at my laptop pretending to write for three hours” 😂😂😂😂

Anyway have a good night, dear anon!! 💖💖💖

#jey answers

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princekirijo · 3 years

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Yo so I've just found that the P5R chat fic I read after seeing you gush about it got a new chapter a couple weeks ago??? I hadn't heard anything about it??? I was just wondering if you knew about it because it has some pretty great lesbian moments in it

Oh shit????? I'm kinda surprised but also kinda not I missed that (context: I have notifications on for that fic but I've been super busy as I'm sure y'all have seen) but FUCK I didn't hear about that either I'm mad now :[ so mad I am going to go and read it immediately because God I need it it's my emotional support p5 fic and fuck yes lesbian time 👀👀👀👀

#asks #anonymous #why did it take me a minute to spell that #ANYWAY thank you anon you lifesaver #i normally don't miss updates because i get emailed about it but i did this time >:[#stupid university #i actually love that fic so much #i need a distraction rn so this is perfect #persona 5 r chatfic my beloved...#i am buzzing now thank you anon #if its shihoann lesbianism ill scream #ill scream anywya but still

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1863-project · 2 years

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Submas Masterpost

PLEASE READ THIS POST BEFORE SENDING ME ANY ASKS, AS IT MIGHT ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS. Thanks!

Here’s all the relevant Submas posts I’ve done or shared that aren’t shitposts, all in one place. If you have questions about train things, don’t hesitate to ask me - I love talking about them! I am by no means an authority on Ingo and Emmet themselves, as I don’t work for Game Freak, so I cannot speak for them - any canon information is out there already, and until we get more I cannot infer. (I can't write your headcanons for you - that's up to you!) But when it comes to trains, I definitely do know my shit, so bring me your train questions!

Edited to add: No, I don’t ship them. I am very much turned off by incest ships. Don’t bring that shit here, thanks.

Links To All Canonical In-Game Appearances

The Submas Primer: a post I thought would be a lot shorter that explains who Ingo and Emmet are, what they do, and how the NYC Subway works

A Follow-Up To That Primer: in which an anon asked me about other subway systems in the United States - I discuss a bit more Submas information, as well as Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion

How Do We Know Ingo Has No Indoor Voice?: Because he doesn’t. It’s great. They’re actually both easily excitable nerds.

How Tall Are Ingo and Emmet, Really?: Well, I tried my best.

The Ingo In PL:A Reassurance Post: written by my friend and roommate, who has been helping me greatly by getting me height reference screenshots by having various Pokemon stand next to Ingo in that game

Iron Horse Girl: aka “why are these characters so important to you anyway?”

Submas Vs.: I use Ingo and Emmet’s Pokemon in other battle facilities.

Emmet Is Autistic As Fuck, Fight Me: I wrote this over a year ago now, and I ought to do a new one because really, both of them have a lot of autistic traits that I could point out. Emmet was just more obvious and so I wrote that.

Actually, They’re Both Autistic As Fuck, And I’ll Die On This Hill: an updated version of the first post to include both of the little nerds.

Armbands For Identification: someone asked me about the armbands, so I slapped this one together explaining quickly

A Verrrry Short Look At A Verbal Tic: Screenshots of Emmet saying “verrrry” in canon.

Transit Agencies/Trains in the Greater NYC Area: A very short guide by me for people trying to write or draw Submas content

NYC Subway Cars Compared To Unovan Subway Cars: you people are letting me have too much fun

NYC Subway Divisions - Singles vs. Doubles/Multi, Sort Of: We have an A Division and a B Division and the car sizes are different

Please Remember Your Safety Checks: look, I’m not with Operation Lifesaver or anything, but here’s a bit about railway safety from the train crew’s side.

Why Do You Complain So Much About Penn Station?: A tragedy in one act, aka the story of New York Penn Station and its untimely demise in the 1960s

More will be added to this post as they’re written.

#Pokemon #Submas

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cursedwriter · 3 years

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Hot Showers - Gojo Satoru

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Gojo have been secretly dating for a few months now, so when Kugisaki barges into your room, you find yourself in an uncomfortable position. What will you do to keep the secret?

Request: Anon: hey hey could i request some funny fluffy showering with gojo? 😏 nothing nsfw i'm not in the mood lmao (well maybe a little bit if you want to write it lol)

Words: 900

Author’s Note: Thanks for your request! This is sfw, I’m not really good at writing smut. I might try it in the future if I get other requests, but please don’t expect too much lol

“Hey, Y/N? Are you here?” Nobara’s voice rang through your room.

“Yeah! I’m in the bathroom,” you called back, hearing her footsteps approaching from afar.

“Do you mind if I come in for a second? I just need to borrow your hair dryer. Mine just died on me,” she complained with visible irritation in her voice.

Before you could answer, you already saw the door handle being slightly pressed down. No matter what you’d say, she would probably come in anyways which wasn’t really a problem except that… the shower was running and it wasn’t you who was in there.

Without much thought you yanked the shower curtain back, revealing a completely naked and utterly confused Gojo Satoru. His hair was still soapy and he scratched his ear where some of the foam had gotten into. He opened his mouth to say something right when you heard a familiar clicking sound coming from the door. Without wasting any time, you jumped into the shower, not caring that your pajamas were getting soaked. You pulled the shower curtain back and pressed your hand against Satoru’s mouth, holding a finger up to signal him that he better kept his mouth shut.

The both of you had been in a secret relationship for a few months now and whereas he didn’t care that the others could find out about it, you opted to wait for another three months until you’d finally graduate and there was nothing to frown upon anymore. And today, out of all days, Gojo had stayed overnight, although you told him that this could backfire so easily. All he did was wave you off with a simple “Yeah, yeah,” not even listening what you were trying to tell him and now look where that had gotten you: fully clothed with a butt naked Gojo Satoru pressed against your shower wall. Although, you had to admit that, you didn’t mind the sight at all. You couldn’t keep your eyes from wondering and Gojo raised his eyebrows in amusement, but stayed quiet otherwise.

The bathroom door opened and your heart started racing. Gojo’s ears perked up and he seemed to finally catch up with the situation. Before, he was probably too preoccupied with the shampoo in his ear. Was he a toddler?

“You probably didn’t hear me in the shower, but can I please borrow your hair dryer?” Kugisaki asked again.

Your hand was still tightly pressed against Gojo’s mouth, not trusting him one bit. As much as you loved him you also knew that this man took every chance he got to test his boundaries. He really was a toddler, huh?

“Yeah, sure!” You called over the running water. “It’s below the sink.”

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”

You heard her roaming through your bathroom drawers as you felt something on your hand. “Quit licking my hand, you idiot,” you hissed in a low voice, feeling his smile grow against the palm of your hand. Of course, he didn’t stop.

“What? Did you say something,” Nobara asked and you shot Gojo a threatening look.

“Uh, no, no!” You held your eye contact with him. Two could play that game, right? Your free hand slowly traveled down his toned stomach, feeling his muscles tense beneath your featherlike touch. He shivered slightly and now you were the one grinning from ear to ear. “Just how I’m not looking forward to have that idiot Gojo substitute for Wang-sensei today.”

Kugisaki groaned. “Tell me about it! I thought we left the first years to deal with that societal menace of a teacher.”

You really weren’t setting yourself up for making the ‘Ah and guys? Gojo and I are dating’ talk, but it was definitely worth seeing the offended look on his face. You couldn’t help but giggle and he shot you an annoyed look. His eyes briefly looked down at the hand resting on his mouth: a reminder that he could still throw you under the bus.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you mouthed and Satoru just shrugged nonchalantly. That little shit.

“Yeah, right?!” You answered Kugisaki, squinting your eyes at Gojo in a silent warning.

“Thanks again for the hair dryer! I’ll bring it back when I’m done, promise!” Nobara shut the door again and you were finally able to exhale. Yeah, no… you’d definitely have to go over to her room and bug her to give your hair dryer back to you. You loved Nobara to death, but the concept of lending things from others was fairly lost on her. She still had at least a dozen t-shirts and dresses in her possession that at one point belonged to you.

“Societal menace, huh?” Gojo asked as you finally released his mouth. “Is that also what you think of me?” The mood shift in the confined space of the shower was all too apparent. His eyes glistened more than they already did when he took a step forward, pressing your back against the shower wall this time. You pajamas clung to your body uncomfortably and the white material of your shirt was almost certainly see through now.

“Well, you’re definitely a menace to me.” Your breath hitched in your throat when he leaned down and lightly nipped on your earlobe with his teeth. His voice turned raspier as he whispered in your ear.

“Then I’ll show you how much of a menace I can truly be.”

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