#and I stared at it for waaay too long to the point where everything seems weird

[allysketches]

uh, I don't know if crowley and aziraphale know of this popular human custom... um, hugging, I believe – but I think they'd like it a lot actually 🥺

but honestly the fact we never saw them hugging, not even once (yet!!... I hope)... a crime, really 😔

#good omens #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #anthony j crowley #neil gaiman #my art #my (already almost non existent) anatomy knowledge really said “lol I'm out” for this one #and I stared at it for waaay too long to the point where everything seems weird #so I hope it looks ok?

[a-queer-kitkat]

More writing with the Reverse AU! A TL;DR is at the bottom.

New Toys R!Second’s game just got a few more players.

Green lie on the ground, breathing heavily. Above them stood Second- no- some sort of twisted lookalike of their friend. "..You aren't Second." Green said, refusing to back down even though they knew they probably couldn't win against this guy. Not on their own. "Really now? Last time I checked I was still me. You're the one who's acting like an idiot, Green." R!Second responded, anger still burning in their eyes. "The Second I know cares about their friends! They're a strong and kind leader, and they are NOTHING like you!" Now that peaked R!Second's interest. It was put rather rudely, sure, but it really did sound nothing like them. Aside from the strong leader part, of course. And Green, fighting against them? That seemed a little too out of character. R!Second couldn't think of any reason for this strange, bright-toned Green to lie. So perhaps.. there really was another version of them? Maybe even other versions of all their favorite toys? The idea of new playthings excited them. R!Second was sure this sort of behavior could easily be worn down in time. Perhaps this annoying encounter would be beneficial after all.. "Alright." They began. "Let's assume you're telling the truth. There's some other me out there treating you all like they actually care about you, right? And let me guess: a Yellow who isn't a moron, a Blue obsessed with nature, and- oh this is insane just to think about- a Red that actually likes animals?" Green was stunned, realizing where they might be going with this. "I-I.." was all they managed to get out, unable to think of something to keep this.. this monster from their friends. R!Second smirked, satisfied with Green's response. "I'll take that as a yes. And I'm assuming that, since these friends of yours care about you oh so much, they're probably looking for you, aren't they? Meaning of course, they're somewhere nearby?" "No!" Green exclaimed, only to be followed by a dark orange hand wrapped around their neck. "Don't lie to me." R!Second glared at Green. This fierceness was still rather frustrating. They waited a few moments before dropping Green back on the ground, watching as they desperately tried to catch their breath. "Now-" R!Second began, using their powers to place black cuffs on Green's hands and shackling them to a nearby tree. "You are going to stay put, and I'm going to enjoy having a few more sticks to seek. I'll deal with your punishment later." R!Second then encased Green and the tree they were stuck to in a rectangular obsidian prison, pausing for a few moments to enjoy the sound of fruitless struggling. After a minute, they began to walk away, excited to meet their new toys. "Ready or not, here I come~"

Playing Pretend

"Red! Yellow! I'm so happy I found you!" Second exclaimed cheerfully. "Second! Hang on.. which Second are you?" Red eyed them suspiciously. They did seem a bit darker than normal.. "What do you mean, Red? It's me, your friend!" "It must be yours! Our Second is waaay meaner." R!Yellow pointed out. "Yeah.. Sorry, Second. Long story short, we think that apparently there's some evil counterpart of you that's after a bunch of alternate uses. This here- wait." Red looked around for R!Yellow, only to see that they'd walked off chasing a leaf blowing through the wind. Red sighed. "This is Yellow's counterpart. Can you help me keep an eye on them?" "Of course bud!" Second responded with a smile. "I'm glad I found you guys before my counterpart did. That could've been bad.." "Yeah, a counterpart of you must be pretty strong. Nothing we can't handle together though, right?" "Definitely!" They responded. A counterpart of them.. of course they'd be a threat. Second was glad to have encountered these two first. If they'd had to fight their counterpart alone, they might actually lose. But with a little help, things would easily turn in their favor. Thankfully, R!Yellow was too stupid to realize which Second they actually were. That'd hopefully be enough to keep the other Red off their back. "Nothing we can't handle together."

The Liar

"You.. you're not my friend, are you?"  - R!Yellow watched, unsure of what to do, as Red threw a blow at what they were sure was the nice Second, knocking them to the ground. They hadn't a clue what had sparked it, only able to watch as Second got back up. "..Red. Come on. We don't need to resort to violence here! We're friends! Right?" "..N-No. No, we aren't! I know my Second, and you aren't them! You're just.. You're just a liar." Red was shaking a little. They weren't Second. They couldn't be. They were fighting an evil counterpart. They weren't fighting their friend. But doubt wouldn't stop creeping into their mind as their friend's lookalike calmly got up and approached them. They.. they didn't look evil. Then Red noticed what was in their hands. A single, yet oh-so powerful block. Red tried to back away, but the obsidian cage surrounded them in moments. They could hear Second's voice faintly from outside. "I didn't want to do this, Red. I could really have used your help against my counterpart. But you just had to make things difficult, didn't you. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You'll know better soon enough." Red watched as black and glowing red chains jutted out of the ground, binding them at the wrists. Second stared coldly at the obsidian until R!Yellow walked up to them. "Second, what's going on? Isn't Red our friend?" "Red's just.. confused. Come on, we'll come back later once they've had some time to calm down, okay? I'm still going to need your help against the other me. Friends help out friends, right?" "..Yeah." R!Yellow said, glancing back at the obsidian walls as Second pulled them away. "..yeah."

TL;DR: So yeah! We’ve figured out a little more of what’s going on here. After beating OG!Green and piecing together the situation, R!Second goes out to find their “friends”. Upon noticing Red and R!Yellow though, they decide to pose as their friendlier counterpart. They do this because they realize that another version of them would likely be a significant threat, possibly even evenly matched with them, so getting more sticks on their side could turn things in their favor. Red knows Second well though, and gets suspicious when R!Second tries just a little too hard. After a few too many inaccuracies, Red strikes, realizing they’ve been duped. But doubt manages to creep in, and they hesitate long enough for R!Second to imprison them too. R!Yellow is still able to be manipulated though, as they’ve been around R!Second for so long that they have trouble recognizing what actually qualifies as good and bad, as long as it’s better than what they’re used to. So Second, R!Red, Blue, and R!Green have met up and started figuring out what’s going on; Green and Red both got imprisoned by R!Second’s powers and obsidian; Yellow and R!Blue are still trying to find the others; and R!Second and R!Yellow are also trying to locate others in order to build up forces against OG!Second. Everything after that’s still WIP!

#ava #avm #animation vs animator #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #avm tsc #ava tsc #ava red #avm red #ava green #avm green #ava yellow #avm yellow #ava the second coming #avm the second coming #avm reverse au #swapped sticks au

[wowtobio]

Haikyuu as Idols w/ reader as their manager

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[1k special]

a/n: to celebrate 1k here’s something i wanted to write for awhile, since pretty much all of the haikyuu va’s sing. i hope yall enjoy! thank you all so much for 1k followers. I appreciate the love and support, y’all too sweet and i really did not expect it all 🥺

warnings: suggestive, cursing

Kageyama

The cool, stoic member everyone biases

Is known to have a soft side that makes eveeeeryone go heart eyes 🥺

If you look up his name on youtube there is probs a good handful of compilations titled “Kags being a huge tsun for 6 minutes” 

One of the lead vocals, has a very nice baritone voice and occasionally posts covers of his favorite songs. 

As your manager, he appreciates and treasures you a lot, though he does not show it often 

He’s just shyyy he’s trying 

Even crushes on you ooooo

And he won’t give any hints other than small gestures; lingering touches, being the only one he’ll speak too in the room, leaving you your favorite snacks and drinks on your desk, etc. 

He would definitely be afraid to involve you and him in a scandal tho, precious bb is just worried 

Tsukishima

aaaa another stoic member, just not as popular as his fellow members

But i can see him having stans that are HARDCORE like it’s tsuki or die no in between. they are a cult. 

Back-up/sub vocalist but the man can DANCE he always denies it in interviews though smh

At fan meets, fans will give him dinosaur plushies. he would always blush and get all flustered while mumbling a thanks cutest shit ever

Like Kageyama, he is secretly envious of you, though he is waaay better at hiding it. to the point you feel like he isn’t even interested lol

But then there is the whole “teasing = flirting” which definitely applies here

A part of me feels like he is known to have painted black nails, like it’s his signature 

you paint his nails for him

It’s so cute, omg imagine sneaking into his dressing room just to blast music and painting his verrry nice nails (tsuki has attractive hands dont @ me) 

But never catch this boy in a scandal, never caught lackin

Nishinoya

BALL OF ENERRRGY

He hypes up the group, the concerts, everything, 100%

Main dancer and back-up/sub rapper 

He is known for being a super good dancer and fans always dieeee when he does his dance solos 

Noya tends to stand out a lot in shows, concerts or so. Intros would go something like: “Hi I’m Daichi! Hello I am Kageyama. HAAAIII I AM NOYAAAAAAH” 

His fashion sense is mwah chef’s kiss. He owns airport fashion. The best street wear around and he rocks his baggy fits to stylish red carpets. 

(you’re his stylist ofc high-five you oooo)

Speaking of you, he also is super thankful to you and shows it often it’s so wholesome and cute.

Times where he would flirt, it would be funny attempts that normally end with you giggling at his flushed demeanor after messing up his pick-up lines.

Overall, I can just see you’re more his mom than his manager. 

“(y/n)-cchi what’s on my schedule for the rest of the day?” “shower, eat dinner then practice dance” 

Daichi

Super warm and welcoming member,, he’s a safe haven

Y’all saw this coming; the leader of the group

Starts with the perfect intros ALL THE TIME. In interviews, tv shows, concerts, etc.

Lead rapper, he spits some bars ngl 

And y’all saw this coming again, he’s the dad of the group.

Like if the members are bein wild children he’s always there yelling and trying to calm everybody down haha

When it comes to you, he definitely shows his gratitude outwardly to you.

He’d probably mention you and how grateful him and his fellow members are for you occasionally on radios and shows.

You always get super flustered when you confront him about it and he just chuckles and head pats you. 

If he were to initiate a relationship with you, he would ask his fans to understand his feelings for you :,) and he would protect and comfort you from any possible backlash bcs he loves you hehe

Sugawara

The sweetheart of the group.

Absolutely UNDERRATED.

Back-up/sub vocals but has the preeeettiest tenor voice ever.

Like could sing you to sleep.

He has his own soundcloud where he uploads his own covers and he sings like Justin Bieber songs, some Bruno Mars, just any romance songs.

Twitter is HIS platform he would post small snippets of him singing and some effortlessly beautiful selcas.

Being his manager, he is super duper sweet towards you. Kinda like Daichi but he is way more flirty.

Can be super sly with his compliments. And lowkey a huuuge tease he will leave you all flustered and all he’ll do is bat his eyelashes innocently smhh

Suga will do all this but since he’s super sneaky abt it, no one will notice so he won’t get caught in that scandal ykk

But, I can see him disguising himself in some silly sunglasses and a hat when going on secret dates with you.

And you’ll giggle while trying to pull the frames off his pretty face and he’ll whine and playfully snatch at your wrists awwwh

Kuroo

Very very popular among his fans.

Once again we got another leader here. 

He is for sure the main dancer and is a back-up/sub vocalist but he probably raps a few verses in a couple of select songs.

His signature is giving cheesy pep talks that hype up the group before performances.

It’s pretty cool but once you hear his words it’s cliche and you can’t help but giggle every time you witness it. 

Speaking of you, he has a huge thing for yah

Like he probably makes it painfully obvious, but only in front of the members and staff. No fans nor paparazzi, he has a reputation to uphold of course.

But that doesn’t stop secret make-out sessions in his dressing room. 

Sometimes he’ll just pull you in, pin you against the door and just stare into your eyes with so much passion before sealing your lips with his. 

When eating with the group, he’ll casually wrap an arm over your shoulder while teasing you playfully in front of everyone.

Other times he’ll rest his hand on your thigh underneath the table wink wink. 

Kenma

Shy small boi of the group

**Most presume him to be shy at first but he will actually roast tf out of his fellow members. Yk those ICONIC moments.

Main rapper, Kenma’s got bars and he can lowkey ruin someone’s career with a single diss track 😳  (he can sing too, has a pretty voice but denies it so he avoids singing most of the time).

MMM his fashion sense as well YES. Like have you seen those fanarts of Kenma rocking streetwear, yeah he would wear exactly that at the airport or somethin. 

Ofc a huge gamer, he will most likely be seen on his switch backstage, during breaks, on the plane, during vlogs, etc.

Being his manager, Kenma finds you very endearing and he’s always blushing and nervous around you. 

He hides his face behind his switch when he asks something from you awwwh 

He won’t mention you in interviews but when he is asked he will just be like “yeah.. i guess she’s pretty cool” with a light pink dusting his cheeks.

Kenma probably wouldn’t have the courage to initiate a relationship in fear of ruining a lot of things. But if it were to happen y’all are super lowkey and good at hiding it.

Yet overall, very wholesome. If a member were to walk into his dressing room unannounced they would see the sight of Kenma laying his head in your lap and playing his games while you play with his hair. 

It’s super cute until Kenma throws some inanimate object at the poor fellow :,(

Oikawa

OH the most fitting character as an idol and for sure the most famous out of everyone. 

Main vocalist hands down (ponyo ponyooo-)

Oikawa is always and I mean always bombarded with the press and fangirls anywhere he goes.

It seems like the only time he has alone time is when he’s in his dressing room with the doors locked and he only allows you inside. 

You two naturally got closer, you were the least annoying thing in his life so he felt comfortable around you and he found it fun to tease you every now and then.

One thing led to another and uhhhh

Definitely some dressing room sex involved with Tooru

You always scold Oikawa for giving you hickeys in very noticeable spots on purpose and he just waves it off while sticking his tongue at yah.

After awhile you probably have sleepovers with him because you both enjoy each others presence so much. 

His schedule is always jammed pack so you tend to have to overwork in order to keep up and make sure everything runs smoothly. 

So late at night when you’re organizing events for the next month after doing plentiful work, Oikawa will come up from behind and scoop you up in his arms carrying you to bed. He’ll cuddle you to sleep while whispering how you’re the best manager in the world.

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a/n: kinda popped off for kenma bcs i haven’t wrote him in so long and i missed him hehe. same for oikawa too i just had a really cute scenario in mind. anyways, hope y’all enjoyed and once again thank you so much for 1k i love you all!

masterlist

#oikawa tooru x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kenma kozume x reader #daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyū!! #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #oikawa x reader #kuroo testuro #kageyama tobio

[mihidecet]

SBi d&d AU: Tubbo

Aka: Tibi’s MCYT WritingTober, day 20!

From @the-only-gamer-gost ‘s list of prompts, another entry for “Fanmade AU” ahahah And as requested by a super cool anon: “ i'd love to see more of tommy's backstory in the d&d au! especially if we can meet tubbo?” :D

Ask and you shall receive! You can also find Tubbo’s reference sheet made by the wonderful @whatimevendoinhere here! Also, @rigatonipastaroni made a super sweet comic about the reunion, waaay before the chapter was even posted!!

There is nothing quite as sad as a bard with a broken guitar. 

It happens during a fight, a sadly-not-that-unusual spar with a rogue elemental that had decided to mess with a village just because they had been bored. 

Absolutely unrelatable. Tommy's patron had commented, the absolute hypocrite.

Still, the overall business had been quite straightforward: get to the outskirts, find the bad guy, kick their ass, profit. 

Nothing they hadn't done before. 

And like everything they expected to go smoothly, things went wrong. 

Tommy would say that thankfully nobody had gotten hurt, and everyone was perfectly fine, and they'd gotten a particularly big reward for something that standard. 

Wilbur would say, instead, that his guitar had been irreparably damaged, its neck snapped in half and body ripped apart, shards laying on the ground like blood, a gruesome heart-wrenching sight that would haunt him until the end of times. 

Tommy's patron had warned him that his second-degree cousin was a bit dramatic, but maybe it was just standard bard behaviour.

To be fair, the guitar was mostly gone. 

Wilbur had picked up as many pieces as he could and stuffed them in its case, but no amount of mending cantrips had been able to fix it. Phil had tried, but he didn't know how guitars worked and it was hard to discriminate where each shard needed to be placed in order to mold it all back together, like a freakishly hard jigsaw puzzle. 

And Wilbur had been extremely proud of his guitar, as apparently it had been a gift and a memento of his grandiose adventures. Sentimental values and such. 

Not that Tommy could say anything about it, not after the friendship bracelet incident.

For about a week, every time they stopped by a town, they looked for a carpenter first, a musical expert second, and an arcane expert third. 

They never managed to fix it. The thing was, it happened to be a weirdly specific and skill-needing task, so nobody they found was either confident enough or prepared enough to do it. 

So they moved on, and the bard's lament continued.

It gets to the point where one night, the innkeeper approaches their table during one of Will's performances - the tiefling had insisted in keeping the tradition of offering his musical entertainment in each tavern they resided in, now with just his voice and sometimes his flute, but being unable to have music as he sang and vice versa was truly different. 

That night, Wilbur is singing a ballad so sad and tear-jerking that the innkeeper actually approaches them and asks if everything is alright. 

"Oh- oh, yes, my apologies, everything is alright. -" Phil instantly responds, looking quite awkward "- It's just that his guitar broke, and we haven't been able to find anyone to fix it. It was of great personal importance." 

The innkeeper nods understandingly, an expression of deep empathetic sadness on their face, before their eyes light up. 

"You know, I might just have what you need. You guys are lucky, the Fixer Upper just arrived a week ago! If he doesn't know how to fix it, nobody will." 

After obtaining a brief explanation of where to find this infamous "Fixer Upper", who apparently works for free and will probably ask for food, shelter or protection as he moves to the next town over, the innkeeper leaves them be, assuring them that it'll be the solution to all their problems. 

Phil finds himself, despite the overall skepticism, feeling a bit of hope. If nothing, at least he might be able to convince Wilbur to buy a new one - make new memories. 

Even Wilbur is less enthusiastic than usual when they tell him, but after all they've been redirected to plenty of miracle workers that turned out to be unable to do anything.

The only thing that feels a bit off, is how Tommy's patron keeps giggling in his head - the way he does when he knows something Tommy doesn't. It's a bother, but Tommy's too tired to try and investigate.

The "Fixer Upper" is staying in a farm just outside the village, apparently sleeping in the barn. 

He comes to the village every couple of months, apparently used to circling back around the same couple of dozen of places, constantly travelling from one to the other and helping out whoever needs something fixed. The innkeeper that recommended him apparently had him fix their son's prosthetic leg, which has been working better than ever. 

The fact that he never asks for compensation is what keeps them all on the defensive: nobody does anything for anyone without coin on the line, so Wilbur is already somewhat expecting to find yet another old relative making deals with young children. 

Yes, he is still a bit bothered by the fact that his second degree cousin spends half of his time inside Tommy's head. 

No, he's not going to bring it up. 

 Approaching the barn, an increasing cacophony of sounds greets them, and Wilbur starts looking less and less convinced and more and more like he wants to leave - not to blame him, the noises are definitely not reassuring. 

They enter the barn, where one side is perfectly fine and the other has a bunch of mechanical and metallic parts strewn on the ground. 

At this point, Techno has a hand on Wilbur's arm, either to instill some confidence in him or to keep him from running away with the shattered guitar.

Then all of them stop, frozen in their tracks, as something completely out of the ordinary appears from behind a wooden wall - that is quite an extraordinary feat, considering the peculiar array of people they are. 

There's a huge block of metal, vaguely rectangular shaped and painted black and yellow, floating towards them. It has what looks like the spinny part of a windmill rotating at embarrassingly high speed over it, and the noise it makes vaguely resembles that of a low hum, or maybe a buzz. 

Two large semi-transparent circles - its … eyes? - emit a soft light that shines against Phil's palm as it bumps against him, the elf cooing with an adoring expression. 

"Hello dear, you're not one of nature's children but you are alive, aren't you?" 

Even Tommy, who has no idea how magic or nature works - he made a pact with a demon for a reason, alright? - can see that it's an impressive display of craftsmanship. 

Wilbur is looking quite confused on Phil's right, but he's no longer needing Techno to keep him from bailing on the whole thing. And to be honest, if somebody's able to make … this, maybe they'll be able to fix his guitar. 

"AH- Visitors! Sorry, I hadn't heard you coming in-" a short figure stumbles in sight from behind a pile of apparently garbage.

The short man, who appears to be human, had wild brown hair, somewhat darker in certain spots where black oil seems to have gotten stuck. There seems to be oil and soot all over his clothes and hands, where bandages cover his fingers.

On his head reside a pair of goggles - multiple lenses of different thicknesses and colours appended to its sides - and he's holding a wrench as if they'd interrupted his work, which would explain the worrying noises. 

The mechanic has a bright welcoming smile on his face when he appears, which immediately falters the moment he sees the infamous mercenary group, expression turning to fear. Which is understandable, given their fame of being quick, efficient and rather costly, unless they're working for the good of all.

Then it turns to shock, when Tommy takes a tentative step forward from behind Phil's back. Which is less understandable.

"Tubbo?" Tommy's voice calls, almost breathless. The boy takes off his goggles and blinks. The wrench he was holding clutters to the ground.

"Holy shit, Toms."

The warlock lets out a strangled yelp, then blinks out of existence in a puff of bright red smoke, reappearing right in front of the other boy and picking him up in a bone crushing hug as he laughs - more joyous than Wilbur's ever heard him - and the two of them fall to the ground.

When Tubbo is still a teenager, he loses his best friend to the prejudice and scorn of their hometown. 

All they need to see are the buddying horns on his forehead, the flames licking at his fingertips, the reddening skin around his eyes, and they banish him. 

They come for him, in the middle of the night, and find nobody but his parents in his home, because Tommy has always been smarter than he let on. 

Half a day earlier, Tommy had said his goodbyes to the last few people that deserved to know where he was going; never once asking for his parents' forgiveness for something he always knew he was going to do - Tubbo had never seen his best friend more sure of anything, even at the worst moments, when the ritual was about to begin, or the few first weeks when he had to use all his coins to buy salve for burns.

And so Tubbo was left alone, left behind. 

It lasted for one day.

Tubbo had never been particularly gifted in the craft his parents had tried to teach him - glass blowing was definitely not his forte, his hands too strong, his grip too tight - and he'd never shown any latent arcane power. Books on the arcane were long, boring and complex, the glyphs all looking the same and mixing with each other on the page. 

But that didn't mean anything to him: he was going to do great things, with or without magic, and he was going to find his best friend again. 

Fate wanted to keep them apart? Tubbo was going to stare Fate in the face and laugh. 

If the glyphs and arcane chants of the mages weren't going to cooperate, he was going to force his hands into the fabric of the arcane plane and pull magic out by himself. 

And again, why stick to prayers and dealings with other entities when he could just make it himself?

To be fair, it does take him a lot more time than the couple of weeks of research and half-and-hour-deal that was Tommy's experience. But Tubbo's always been a quick learner.

The day he finishes his big project, he leaves his home, ready for adventure. 

He has a map of the coast, enough coin to pay for emergencies and a backpack full of the tools he needs to offer his assistance to whomever will need it. 

His marked path will bring him around the same towns. Tommy is bound to pass by at least one of them during his travels. 

Tubbo's going to be alright.

Tommy's eyes are absolutely not, under no circumstances, shining as he tries to squeeze the life out of his best friend. 

Tubbo is just laughing, which is quite rude in Tommy's personal opinion, he should be struggling to breathe due to his impressive strength.

"Look at you! You made it!" The mechanic cheers, squeezing tighter - which, ouch, when did he become strong, it must have been all the working with metal, this is the worst possible outcome. Tommy lets him go for a moment, leaning back to splutter and wave wildly at the mechanical bee still intent on bumping its head against Phil's hand. By the Nine Hells, Tubbo made a living bee with the attitude of a puppy out of metal. 

"I made it?! You made bees!" Tommy protests, feeling a swell of pride for how far his best friend has come. On a completely unrelated note, there must be light shining insistently in his eyes. 

"I know! Aren't they cute! Ah! Let me introduce you to them!" Tubbo exclaims, hurrying to stand up - nearly elbowing Tommy in the gut - and grabbing his hand so that he can drag Tommy towards the bee from earlier. 

Then he stops in his tracks - which makes Tommy slam into his back and get oil stains on his favourite shirt - as he realises there are three other people in the room, all staring at them with varying degrees of amusement. 

"So, what just happened?" Wilbur asks, looking quite shell shocked. 

#mcyt writingtober #sbi dnd au #now sbi&co #dnd au #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #ph1lza #tubbo

[order-of-river-phoenix]

Im dying for some nixon! Could you do one about nix and the reader post war married, she finds out shes pregnant after discussing symptoms with her friend and has to find out how to tell him? Nix as a dad is just adorable 😍

Breaking The News; Lewis Nixon

Fandom: HBO War; Band of Brothers

A/N: this took me waaay too long but I hope you still like it 🥺 thank you so much for the request. School has been stressing me out and work has been wearing me out, but I squeezed in some writing. Hopefully w winter break coming I’ll feel up to writing more.

Notice: female reader

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"Oh, honey," your friend giggled. "So is this your way of telling me you're expecting?"

"Expecting what? I'm genuinely concerned for my health!"

She shook her head, patting your hand. "Don't tell me you didn't suspect a pregnancy. You have all the classic symptoms: morning sickness, missing... you know what. I can't believe you hadn't pieced it together yourself by now."

You sat back in your chair, taking in the information. You were stunned to say the least. "What'll I tell Lewis?"

"Don’t worry about it. He'll be happy."

"Oh, are you sure? What if he's not ready?" Your anxiety was making your stomach turn.

"He can get over it," she rolled her eyes. "Clearly, one of you had to have realized it was a possibility at this point. You've been married how long now?"

"Nearly 6 months."

"Exactly." She sipped her lemonade like that had explained it all.

“Exactly what?”

She gave you a pointed look. “Do I need to explain how babies are made?”

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You paced around the house, words filling your head but none of them feeling right. You had to tell your husband in a good way. It couldn’t be super sudden, but you also didn’t want to beat around the bush. Before you knew it, the sun had set, meaning Lewis would be home soon.

“I’m home!” he announced, knowing fully that you could hear the door open and close from just about anywhere in the small house.

“In the kitchen!” you called back, never looking away from the recipe you were following. It was a more complex version of some comfort food Lewis had mentioned before. You hoped good food might make your announcement a little easier.

Upon finding you, a contagious smile broke out across his face, and he hugged you from behind, as to not keep you from what you were doing. “Hi. I missed you.”

His breath warmed your shoulder, and you smiled to yourself at his tenderness. “I missed you too. How was work?”

“Work was work,” he groaned. “Boring could describe it, but that’s still too generous.”

You shook your head, amused by his dramatic comment. “That bad, huh?”

He shrugged before letting go of you and leaning against the counter. “I guess not, but anything without you is insufferable.”

“Maybe I should work at the plant then.”

“You were supposed to suggest I quit,” he sighed. “Forcing me to respond with why I can’t and why that would be bad for our futures and for our children.”

You tried not to react too much to his last words. “Children?”

“Well, yeah. I assume we might have a couple.” He looked at you earnestly. “If you wanted to. Do you not want kids?”

“I think I do,” you quickly cleared up. “I just wasn’t sure where you stood.”

“I stand wherever you are.”

“How absolutely-“

“Romantic?”

“Cheesy is the word I was going to use.”

Dinner came and went—successfully, you might add, and you were still trying to find a way to tell him your news. You were kicking yourself for not saying anything when the topic was brought up. Now, you were both getting ready for bed.

As you brushed your teeth, he came in behind you to do the same. The comfortable routine normally set you at ease, but with the unintentional secret you were carrying, everything felt off. You ran through what to say again and again as you spit out the toothpaste and rinsed off the toothbrush.

You sat up in the bed, and he seemed to notice you didn’t look exactly ready to sleep.

“Something the matter?” He crawled in next to you. “Normally you’re halfway to dreamland by the time I get to bed.”

“Just thinking.” You slid down until your head was on your pillow.

He frowned a little and cocked an eyebrow. “Care to share?”

“Maybe.”

“Ah, okay then,” he yawned. Maybe you’ll feel like sharing tomorrow.” He pulled the covers up to his shoulders and closed his eyes. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight.” Just before he had completely drifted off, you kissed his temple and whispered a quiet confession. “I’m pregnant.”

He mumbled incoherently and stilled.

When you were sure he was asleep, you rested peacefully knowing you had told him. Whether he had heard you or not was an issue for the morning.

__________

You woke up slowly, but you quickly noticed that you weren’t alone in the bed. Fighting the urge to shut them again, your eyes opened to see Lewis sitting up. “What-“ you yawned as you raised yourself up. “What are you doing up?” You blearily checked the clock on your nightstand. “It’s not even 1 in the morning.”

“I had a strange dream, Y/N.” He seemed to be reminding himself what it was before he continued. “In my dream, I heard you say you were pregnant, but that’s it. That’s all I remember.”

This woke you up a little more, and you sat up next to him. “I am pregnant.”

“What?”

“Lewis, we’re going to have a baby.”

He stared at you, mouth agape for a small eternity before pulling you into him. “Oh my God. You’re pregnant? When d’you tell me? Did you tell me? Oh well, you must have.”

“I may have whispered it to you as you fell asleep,” you admitted. “But I couldn’t figure out a good way to tell you.”

“I can’t believe my brain retained that.”

You eased yourself away from him, seeing the huge grin he had. “I can’t believe it woke you up this early. Can we squeeze in a couple more hours b-“

“We need to prepare. What are naming him? Or her? Shit, what if we have a girl? I don’t know anything about raising girls.”

“Good thing I know a couple.”

“What kind of things do we need to buy? A crib, toys, diapers, clothes. Oh, and the doctor’s appointments! You’re going to need a good doctor. I mean, I think I remember the name of the one we went to for Michael.”

“Lew, honey? Hey,” you put your hand on his cheek to catch his attention. “Hey, there. Calm down. We can figure this out later. We’ve got plenty of time. Let’s sleep, okay?”

He shook his head in agreement and followed you back down to the pillows. “I can’t wait,” he whispered, kissing your nose and closing his eyes to go to sleep for the second time that night.

#mariah writes: band of brothers #band of brothers #hbo war #lewis nixon #lewis nixon x reader #bob imagines #hbo war imagines

[zeppelin-and-unicorns]

15 and 18

15 - If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

Just answered that one here!

18 - Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Oh my God, I have so many!! Beware, this is going to be a very long answer. Click on the thingy to read more!

Last year, back when I first started writing fanfiction, I had a lot going on in my mind, and at one moment I had to choose which stories I would actually work on, and which ones I would have to drop it for now. There were five stories in total, and I dropped three of them.

Two of those five stories evolved and they became When The Levee Breaks and Map of the Problematique, the other three are still unnamed and undeveloped.

I'll give you the main summary of them, because why the hell not?

The first story is a pretty fluffy one, I've abandoned it because there are already a few stories like these in the fandom and because I got too invested writing my other stories. Also, a huge chunk of it is written in the first person, because I started writing it at the beginning of the last year, and I've learned that I don't really like writing in first person anymore... Writing WTLB is hard enough already lol.

This story would narrate the beginning of Jackie and Hyde's relationship while Donna and Kelso were still in California, but there are a few twists: Eric doesn't mope around in his room most of the time, and he develops a really nice friendship with Jackie (that friendship would turn into a small crush later), and Eric and Donna would not be endgame.

There's a lot going on at first, in this story, Hyde actually plans on "wooing" Jackie once he's sure she's over Kelso, they flirt a lot and he's aware that he's going to make a move on his best friend's ex. Jackie's also very interested in Hyde, but for a while, she thinks he'd never be interested in her.

Their flirting wouldn't last long though, I had planned on making them get together at the beginning of the story (I think it was in chapter five?), the rest of the story would narrate them hiding their relationship from their friends and how close they are getting to Eric and Fez.

I've planned on writing lots of sweet friendly moments between Jackie, Hyde, Eric, and Fez. In fact, there are quite a few scenes written out already, and in one of them they're all in a circle and it's the first time Eric realizes that Jackie's not as bitchy as he thought she was. Here's one of the circle scenes I've written:

"You know what?" Jackie announced, ignoring Fez's sobs and passing the joint to Hyde, thanking God that he was probably too high to notice how goosebumps rose all over her body when his fingers brushed against hers "I hope Michael gets syphilis from a random beach whore and goes blind."

"Odds are pretty good of that happening." Hyde nodded as he took another hit "Of him getting an STD, I'm not so sure about becoming blind, but I'm sure once he gets back to Wisconsin we can convince him to stare at the sun long enough for that to happen"

Eric snickered "Yeah... I hope Donna just... Never comes back, I hate her... Yeah..."

"No, you don't," Jackie said flatly to him "You'll probably marry her if she ever does come back."

Eric stared at Jackie for a few seconds before sighing dejectedly "... yeah, you're right..."

"But, hey, we can bash on Michael some more if you like, it's fun!"

"You're right, it is fun! " Eric nodded, smiling at the petite girl sitting next to him on the couch and wondering when did he start to actually enjoy her presence.

The whole google doc for this story has over 7k words of random dialogues and random moments I came up with. I'm not going to lie, it has potential, lots of it actually, but I don't have the time to work on it now.

The story would be overall a light read, it would've been M-rated because I did start to write a sex scene, but it would be overall something funny and cute. For example, one of my favorite moments is this one where Eric almost catches Hyde and Jackie:

"Oh my God…" Eric muttered in awe, glancing at the two very guilty-looking people sitting on the couch.

Hyde and Jackie exchanged a look, they were caught. Crap.

"Is this what I think it is?" Eric said

"Look, Eric…" Jackie started to explain, but stopped when she saw the huge grin forming on Eric's face. She looked at Hyde and apparently he was just as confused as she was.

"You're watching Star Wars!" Eric said in glee "You're geeks!"

"What?!" Hyde protested and looked at the TV, where he could clearly see Leia and Luke kissing on the bridge "We're not geeks, you're crazy"

"Steven, stop," Jackie said "Fine Eric, you caught us, we like Star Wars"

This story would end in a nice place, but... well, there would be a lot of changes.

Here's the thing, I was kind of really hating Kelso (and Donna too, a little bit) when I started writing this, so I chose to write something that might be a little weird for a few people. In this story, Donna and Kelso would have a fling in California, and Eric would catch them on the spot when he arrives to get Donna back.

It's not something Eric would be able to forgive. And even after a lot of talking, he wouldn't be able to get back together with Donna after seeing her with Kelso.

Coming back to Point Place, Eric would try to make a move on Jackie, he would kiss her for like, two seconds, and she would've pushed him away and blurted out that she's in love with Hyde. Hyde would arrive at the basement a few moments after that, and Eric would be completely freaking out. It's a funny scene lol.

Things would get messy for a while, but in the end, Jackie and Hyde would go public and have the happily ever after they deserve, Eric, Fez, Hyde, and Jackie would continue their friendship, Donna would move to California for good, and Kelso wouldn't hang out with them anymore.

There are a few stories that are somewhat similar to this one, like Summer Lovin' by leoasc, One Difference: Donna and Kelso Have a Fling by MistyMountainHop, OPERATION: REBOUND by ShanghaiLily, and there are probably a few more that I can't remember the names right now.

The second story is a heavy one, like, really heavy.

I got the idea of writing this story when I was watching a Grey’s Anatomy episode, so yeah, its a dramatic one lol.

The episode that inspired this story is the one where Richard is in between life and death, and Meredith is the one he chose as his next of kin. Which means that she’s the one the doctors report to, and she’s the one who decided how he was going to be treated. Meredith took some risky decisions and they’re literally the reason why Richard is alive.

I remember that when I saw this episode, I was also reading a fanfic... Being more specific, I was reading The Right Road Lost by zpplnchick, and an idea just popped into my mind... What if Jackie was the one with the memory loss? How would Hyde deal with that in a post s8 universe?

I know there are a few fics that deal with that subject, like Steven Who? by kezztip and Redemption Road by SkittlezLvr79, but believe me, my story would’ve been waaay different than these ones.

Here’s the main plot: Jackie and Hyde talk things out, and Hyde asks Jackie if she could ever take him back, promising her that he would never, ever give up on her again. She says no, because y’know, she’s a freaking self-respecting woman, but this talk would make her think, a lot, because she can see that he actually meant it every word, and she has never seen him this determined before.

As she was driving home, she would crash her car, and things would get pretty serious pretty quickly.

Her situation would be very critical, I planned on making Hyde suffer a lot in this, guys. I’m just downright cruel to him, because I believe that nothing would hurt him more than seeing the person he loves the most going through absolute hell.

Decisions would have to be made, and that’s when they find out that Jackie’s next of kin is no one other than Hyde. After her mother left her and her father went to prison, Jackie asked her father’s lawyer to provide her with a few papers that put Hyde in charge of her well-being if something ever happened to her. She forgot about it after they broke up, and well... She is going to be very thankful for that later.

Hyde’s shocked, but very pleased to find out that he’s responsible for her, especially since everyone seems to think that her death is inevitable and that they shouldn’t prolong her suffering.

After a very enlightening conversation with Mrs. Forman, Hyde decides that he’s not going to let anyone tell him what to do, and that he’s going to follow his gut.

The next few months would be complete hell, Jackie’s situation is very critical, she would go through a lot of complications and Hyde would’ve been a complete mess. He would watch quietly as Donna, Kelso and Fez stopped showing up to see Jackie, disgusted at how quickly they just gave up on her. He would listen as Donna rambled about how what he was doing to Jackie was torture, and that he must really hate her if he’s not willing to just let her go (which would end up causing a major fallout between Donna and Hyde), but he would never question his decisions. He just knew that he was doing the right thing, and no one but the Forman’s seemed to understand that. 

Hyde showed up to see her at the hospital every single day for months. The whole hospital staff knew him as “the Sleeping Beauty’s prince”, and he hardly ever left Jackie’s side.

After a few months, she wakes up, and he’s right next to her when that happens. It’s honestly a pretty touching scene, he’s just so happy and so relieved to see her awake after everything she went through, and they have a beautiful moment.

Seriously, I cried hard when I wrote that.

They would both cry, share “I love yous” and a few kisses, and it would’ve been beautiful, but the magic’s killed when Hyde realizes that Jackie thinks that they’re in 1978. She doesn't remember the nurse, the “get off my boyfriend” incident, Chicago or Sam. The last thing she remembers is him driving her home after they emptied her family’s ski cabin.

Hyde is divided between telling her the truth and losing her, or not telling her and being with her again.

He would let her think things were okay between them for a couple of days, until Eric shoves some sense into his head and he comes clean about everything. After telling her everything that happened, he also tells her that he loves her and he wants to be with her, but that he completely understands if she never wants to see his face again.

It’s safe to say that Jackie’s absolutely crushed. This breaks her, but she had the Forman’s by her side to help her go through everything, and Hyde also never leaves her. Sure, he gives her some space, but he doesn’t stop checking up on her, and slowly, they begin to form a nice friendship.

He takes her to her physical therapy appointments, and her doctors appointments, he helps her in every possible way he can, and she falls in love with him all over again.

The story would end with her making a full recovery and giving them another chance.

I've abandoned this story for three reasons, reason number one being: I was at a point where I really disliked Donna, and her character is not a nice person at all in this. Now that I understand Donna's character better, I refuse to publish a story where she behaves the way she did in this one. I could've changed her behavior, but the whole point of the story is "Hyde is the only one who hasn't given up", and having Donna acting like herself (nice and supportive) would kind of kill part of the plot.

Reason number two is: There’s already too much drama in Map of the Problematique, working on this story along with WTLB and my other WIP’s would drive me nuts.

And the last reason is... I didn’t know if people would like reading a story like this. I was afraid that some people might think that all of this determination is extremely OOC for Hyde, and I can kind of see why they would think this way. 

The third story would’ve been an angsty one, and I started writing it after I finished watching the first episode of season 6. You guys can probably already guess why I was inspired to write an angsty story after that episode...

Here’s the thing: I absolutely HATE the way Hyde treated Jackie in the first two episodes of season 6. I hate that he cheated on her and had the audacity to be offended that she didn’t take him back right away. I wanted to kick his ass for acting the way he did, it was truly disgusting of him and he did not deserve to be with her again after everything he’d done.

I do like that Kelso was the one that brought them back together, but the rest of that storyline is just... yuck. I truly hate it.

I wanted to fix that. I wanted to give Jackie a very girlboss moment, and I wanted to see Hyde groveling to get her back, so well... I came up with a story idea.

The story would be a short one, it would have 10 chapters, 15 if I got too inspired, and it would consist of Hyde groveling while Jackie didn’t give him the time of her day.

Sure, Jackie and Hyde would be endgame, because it’s me and I would never write a story without a happy ending, but Hyde would have to fight for it, a lot.

@snookstheallmighty is currently writing a story that is very similar to the one I was working on. It’s called “Friday I’ll Be Over You”, and it’s pretty great! You should totally check it out later! I’ve sent her a few parts of my story draft a while ago, and I gave her full permission to use it on her story!

I think this is pretty much it... I have plenty of story ideas and many, many google docs with random drafts and dialogues that popped up in my mind out of nowhere, but these are the ones I’ve fully abandoned and will probably never work on again.

#ask game #fanfic

[burnedbyshoto]

Sero Hanta  - Alphabet HC’s

a/n: so I kinda said fuck my schedule for this event... sorry BAHAHAHAHa

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with an s/o?)

Sero is the kinda guy who sees pda as not pda. He is affectionate but never in a drowning way. His arms will definitely be around your shoulders or waist at all times, he may even kiss you here and there. But he’s not extreme.

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Saying that he’s your favorite pro-hero. HE’S A SOFT MAN AND JUST HEARING THOSE FEW WORDS FROM YOU MAKES HIM MELT EVERY TIME.

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Sero is a little fucking spoon. He likes being held by you, it’s safe and comforting!!!! He will cuddle you especially when the two of you are hanging out. He’s not afraid of being the little spoon and if you’re hanging out with bakusquad best believe he’ll curl up onto you

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Sero is a simple guy. He has a simple dream. Being adept enough to carry you within his arms as he swings through the city. 

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

SO. MUCH. EFFORT. You have an issue with him? He’ll do all that he can to make sure it’s fixed if it’s fixable. He’s a laid back guy, but it revolves you??? There’s a fire lit under his ass.

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

Wraps you up in his arms. The only time where he becomes super serious, he’ll whisper reaffirming words into your ears, sweet nothings as he keeps you wrapped up. Will even roll the two of you up in tape to make you laugh. 

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Sero is the kind of boyfriend who brings you on theme gifts. Whether that be what fits his own aesthetics or fits your aesthetics, he will bring you something. You have the most out of place blanket from him, but you love it! He never expects presents in return and it always makes him tear up when you return one back.

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Oh yeah, if sero doesn’t hug you at least twenty times in a day, call 911, it’s an imposter. He likes the hugs where he can tuck his face into your neck, even if you’re waaay shorter than him.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

He is a pretty romantic guy when he tries. Unfortunately, sero does lead a busy lifestyle so the dates he prepares don’t seem romantic, but you love it even though he’s super embarrassed. In fact, for your one year anniversary he will plan out your dream date.

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Sero is a jealous kinda guy. he won’t ever act like it and will often pretend that he isnt. he does not hesitate to walk over to where you are and immediately become hyper attached. mouth on neck, hands on waist typa guy.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Sero is a stiff kisser. He really tries to relax, but he just gets so flustered by you he’s stiff. His kisses are stiff yet soft and you always bring him in for more. You kiss him way more than he kisses you, but that’s because he’s shy.

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

He says ‘i love you’ by accident. He gets back to your house one night exhausted from a long day at patrol, you cater to what he needs and sink into the bed with him. Sero’s exhausted body folding into yours, and he says it as he drifts off to sleep, he prefers saying it over showing it, and will say it daily. 

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

He wants and needs to marry you! The ceremony would be big like super unintentionally, the two of you count the guest list and are like… what the fuck?!

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Sero is a movie and dinner kinda guy. But the movie and dinner don’t happen in a movie theater and restaurant often. He’ll take you to rooftops, to parks, anywhere he can find a moment to be alone with you and will show off the food he (with bakugou’s help) made.

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

Won’t do a couple costumes with you. Not that he wouldn’t but sero takes halloween super seriously, and your pb&j idea is too lame for his basically cosplay level costume.

P = Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

He is so playful!!!! He is the type to do prank wars on you that blow up on social media! He enjoys pranks that make you chuck whatever is nearby you and loves the pranks that make you smile softly and jump into his arms. He is a man of taste

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Your opinion on things is super important to him! From the smallest of things to wondering if pluto is a planet, he will always ask. He will always give his own opinion as well because his thoughts deserve to be heard as well.

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

When sero plans things out you can never guess what it is. He once took you on a weekend getaway to visit pink sand beaches! When he does things on the spot it’s super spontaneous because it’s the same thing everytime. Pizza, movies, kisses, and a gift. Neither one is bad.

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Sero is a restless sleeper, so he starts off the night laying next to you, and will wake up with you on his lap. No one knows how. 

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Sero TRUSTS YOU WITH HIS LIFE!!!!!! If he were to pick between a killing pill and a safe pill, he’s pick whichever one you choose even though it has to do with luck. 

U = Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

He looks at the tiniest detail! You’ve always assumed that sero wasn’t one to even notice half of the things you would’ve noticed. He’ll be like “yeah, i knew you weren’t okay because you raised you left eyebrow when you smiled when it’s usually your right!” and you’ll be like “I DO WHAT?!?!??!”

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

Sero is very vulnerable pretty quickly. He’s going to be broken and open to you even before you two start dating, so you know whats happening even before anything official happens. He just goes blank, his eyes glaze over as he stares at one thing until he breaks down and cries as he tells you what’s wrong.

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

The two of you have definitely made a hammock out of his tape before. It went terribly and required your friends to come save you two but it was so worth the laughter and the joy that came with it.

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Your injured? So is Sero! He will do anything and everything for you! He will even dress up as a butler just to further the fact that he’s gonna do whatever you need.

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Sero is not one with many pet peeves! Just don’t be rude to him or his friends and you’re all good.

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as an s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

He’s a passionate person but is sometimes almost embarrassed to express the passion. But everytime without fail the passion rushes out of him and he’s always grateful for it.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Sero can barely remember his own name after sex. He’s gonna just stare at you for a solid three minutes before laughing and falling out of bed. He’ll then go clean you up all while chuckling because wow you’re amazing.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

HIS ARMS ARE HIS FAVORITE BODY PART!!!! His arms are so fucking toned and strong and he loves seeing your fingers rake down his arms as he fucks you so good. And on you??? Sero is an ass man. Fuck does he love squeezing and manipulating the soft flesh within his fingers and your resulting moans.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His cum is pretty translucent and sticky. It’s not that thick, pretty thin, but it comes flying out every time. Loves seeing it seep out of your cunt when he’s done with you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really got turned on that one night where you dommed him and used his tape on him. There was something so fucking hot seeing you use his tape to have your way with him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is actually not that experienced before you! He’s a good guy, but he was never truly desperate for a relationship. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, and it’s a good learning process for the two of you. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves fucking you against a wall. Again with his arms on hyperfocus, he loves seeing you crumbling into a mess as he has his way with you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sero can be a total goofball during sex, he enjoys having witty battles with you and hearing your voice break as he slams against your g-spot. Serious sex is a thing with him, and it kinda steals your breath away after time. 

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet matches the drapes. His pubes are in fact trimmed but the first time it was just a big ol mess. They are now pretty much neat and at one point he was completely bare.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Just because he’s goofing off, doesn’t mean he’s not intimate. He will still make the setting romantic and safe, and even though he’s making you focus on things other than the feeling of his dick in your pussy it feels so intimate and loving. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Sero masturbates so much still LMAO. he loves sending you videos if you want them because dear god he has one thing on his mind when he does it, you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage, he loves seeing you tied up and he too loves being tied up. Degradation, he loves when you talk dirty to him it’s so pleasing. Role play, when you dress up as his favorite manga characters… he fucking busts a phat nut.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His most favorite place to fuck you is in an unsuspecting alleyway as he quite literally snatches you off the street and has his way with you in his hero costume!!!!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When he comes home and you’re waiting patiently waiting for him with his shirt on and lingerie underneath. He’s quite literally fallen over in his eagerness to get to you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Will not hit you during sex. Will spank but if you want it harder than how he is giving it to you, he will literally stop. He doesn’t like it. His major turn off is having a ball gag in his mouth. He doesn’t like the feeling of it and his drive dies on the spot.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He feels bad, but he prefers receiving it more. Doesn’t matter how skilled you are, it’s just so fucking hot seeing your mouth around his cock. He is actually quite good at giving oral but would prefer receiving any day.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

A pretty fast guy. He is someone known for his speed and swiftness, and well honey, he fucks you at a good fucking pace and his motions are always clean.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Super into quickies. Loves public sex but if you’re not that into it, he’ll restrain from it… but… wall sex in an alleyway.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Super into entertaining. Y’all can go through a kink list in a week and will rule out what you didn’t like and try incorporating what you did like more in the future.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Sero can last at max four rounds, but by round four he’s super sloppy. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a fair share of toys that are used for the both of you, depending on who’s domming.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sero loves to fucking tease you, and he’s pretty damn good at it. He will be fucking you at such a slow yet swift pace, his thrusts are teasing promises as he makes sure you can’t retaliate against him. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s V E R Y vocal, a reason why he hates the gag. It just makes him choke. He thinks words are the easiest and best ways to express that he fucking loves what you just did to him, so he’s not going to stop.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The one night you were wearing the sexy version of his costume as a roleplay thing literally ruined his costume for him, in a good way, forever. Now whenever he looks at himself he sees the slutty version you wore as you had him trapped on a wall as you asked if he needed saving.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Sero is a big guy. Around eight inches but he doesn’t have that big of a girth, and easily fits in your hand. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a high sex drive, you just make him so fucking horny sometimes and he is never one to deny you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Will knock out as soon as you wrap him in your arms, so if you’re expecting aftercare, do not touch him until after he’s done.

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[pisceserena]

The End (Part 2)

Part 1 here

A/N: So this is posted a bit late-r than I planned. But here is part 1 anyway! This is quite long, and I hope you take the time to read it. Thank you guys so much for reading my fics! 

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No one knows how long it’s been since Andy and (Name) have actually interacted. The two have resulted to going back to how they were before. Cold, and with walls greater than the Great Wall of China. The two only speaking when needed, they are still a team after all. 

Behind the strong facade (Name) puts up, is a person who is broken inside. Only letting herself go in the comfort of her bedroom or her bathroom. After countless nights of tears, and the discomfort of not being able breathe well due to their nose getting clogged, they’ve decided getting over someone won’t be possible if they’ll always see Andy. Not to mention the fact that being with her in missions results to her losing focus. No matter what happened between them, they wanted her alive...for as long as possible, even if it won’t be with them. It was the day after that (Name) has decided they was done breaking down, Quyhn will live a long life, and Andy would be there till her last breath. They should move on. And distance is needed if they wanted it fast. It was the day after that, they decided to go on missions on their own. They could take care of themself. They didn’t need anyone.

“I want work alone Copley.” Not all for it at the start, but after a few persuading and the “Not like there’s much that can be done with me, I can’t die” line from (Name), he eventually gave in. When the team asked about it, all Copley saud was that it was they wanted and that his hands were tied. In his defense, (Name) could be scarily persuasive if they wanted to be. 

“Copley wants to see you in his office.” The sound of the throwing knife hitting the bullseye echoes in the room. “Are you working on missions alone?” Joe inquires, concern etched on his face. Taking a deep breath, (Name) throws the knife, not bothering to look at the target. “ I figured it would be best to be as detached as possible.” Not knowing what to say, Joe lets them walk past him, seeing the knife they nonchalantly threw at the target embedded on the bulls-eye. They were strong, but so broken inside, everyone sees that, Andy just chooses to turn a blind eye. She was with Quyhn, and wasn’t it (Name) that broke up with her? She hasn’t realized herself that she was in denial.

Quyhn at first was clueless, she didn’t know what was going on, why there was tension and why the two acted the way they did. It took a few days, but she was finally able to pick up on what was going on. She didn’t mean to intervene. She didn’t want to be the cause the two didn’t end up together. When she confronted Andy, she’d always brush it off. Saying that they were broken up, and it was just a short thing.

“This is your mission-” Copley starts, handing her a file and and ipad with a satellite map pinned. “that warehouse, in the outskirts of London, just a few miles from here, is where 3 daughters of a very important person is being kept hostage.” Their brows furrowed. What is it with men always targeting women? They looked through the file. Seems pretty easy. “You just need to take out the men, and get the girls to the car that will wait for them outside the facility gates.” They nod in understanding. “How many men?” Copley stares at them handing over the keys that they’ll use to drive themself to the location. He decided that in order to keep the warrior’s profile lowkey and what they were were doing a secret, (Name) couldn’t be the one to take the 3 girls back to their homes, hence the separate car with a clueless driver. 

He zooms in on the satellite map and points out the possible entries and exits. “There are 2 guards at a bird’s eye view that you need to take out before the 2 infront of the facility’s main gate. Otherwise, the rest will be alarmed and you’ll be out numbered-” 

“Because being outnumbered can really do me some damage” They roll their eyes before sarcastically gasping “what if I get killed?” They joke chuckling to themself. Unimpressed, Copley sits down and rests his hand together on his desk. “There’s 3 in the 2 entrance and exit points of the warehouse. Once you get in, there will be 6 surrounding the girls.” He finishes “Should be easy enough” They say standing up, Copley following suite. “Get what you need and load up. Not that you’ll think of it as much but, Goodluck, and come back safe”

Grabbing a DLQ33, (Name) tests to see if the the scope was clear and in good condition. “Need some help with that?” Nicolo’s voice loud that she could hear, but soft that it does not echo in the room. “I got it” They reply continue to move around putting the weapons she needed in bags, strapping herself with her throwing knives and such. It was silent for awhile, Nicolo watched as the broken warrior attached an extended mag to their AK117 “You don’t have to do this alone caro” his pet name made them pause. Oh how they missed the team. But as quickly as it came, it was pushed back just as fast. “I can do this Nicky” They reply adding the stock for penetration and the red dot sight for better aim. Grabbing more bullets, and stuffing it in the bag, they stop to turn to Nicky. “I just need to let all of these feelings go Nick.This is the only effective way of me releasing all the bad thoughts and negative emotions. Let me cope...please” Their voice getting soft, pleading towards the end. Silence once again embraces them. Their eye contact breaking when (Name) zips up the bag and hauls it over their shoulder. They take one last look at Nicky before proceeding to head upstairs towards the garage. 

“(Name)? You dropped this” Nile says handing to them the car keys. “Thanks” they reply walking faster and towards the car. “I can help you (Name) atleast take me with you” smiling and ruffling Nile’s hair, “I’ll see you when I get back champ” they smile reassuringly and unlock the car. 

“Need some help?” Booker asks, being the one to load up the car. “You’re going against 17 men (Name)” His words not bothering them as they open the driver’s side and start the engine. Rolling down the window, (Name) smiles at Booker. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.” That was the last thing Booker heard before they drove out of the garage.

The phone connected to the car starts to ring. Not bothering to look at the caller, they still gotta drive safe, they press the answer button. “New updates?” 

“Be careful. I want you alive more than you think” Andromache says before the call ends, not giving (Name) any chance to speak. This wasn’t the first mission they went on alone. What was up? Shaking it off, they focused instead on what lies ahead. The sun has just set, and night was falling upon them. Perfect.

Eyes sharp, their AK117 in hand, they enter the warehouse. How incompetent is the police, this door is waaay too easy to breakdown. Taking a deep breath, they knock the door down with a strong, hard kick. Bullets were flying, their knife, hitting another man’s chest. The screams of the girls adding to the noise pollution. Everything was going well until (Name) decided that the girls needed cover, pushing a table over they lead them to hide behind it. What they didn’t notice, was a man getting up and grabbing them from behind, locking their arms. Before they got to break free, another man got a hold of their knife, and without hesitating, plunges it into her side. Crying out in pain, and finally being able to break free, they tackle the man and stab him in the head. His blood, splashing on their face. Another pain ran through their body, and they realized that they’ve been shot. Having enough, they throw the knife, hitting the right spots, killing them instantly. 

Silence followed. It was creepy, and at the same time comforting. Taking a step towards the girls, pain shot through their side. The stab wound didn’t stop bleeding. Their brows furrowed. Inspecting the gunshot wound, they see that it’s not clotting. Imposible. Brushing it off, maybe they weren’t healing as fast. Quickly gathering the girls and taking them to the car infront, they leave safely. As promised. 

Getting into their own car as well, the pain becomes unbearable. This is impossible. “I’ve got to get back to Copley” they mutter thinking quickly. Driving was difficult, and their vision was starting to blur. The pin was agonizing. The car seats were covered in red, as well as every possible thing that could be used to cover their wounds. Perhaps they didn’t realize it, but there were cuts littered all over, their body, and the gun shot wound giving her a difficult time breathing. Damn those guards really got me. Was their last thought. Before they passed out, Andy’s blurred figure came into view. “Hey, I made it”

As soon as they all heard their car stop outside, they jumped to their feet to greet them. The team speechless at the sight before them. Andy was the first to reach them, just as they were about to pass out. “They’re not healing” Booker states. “They’ve lost too much blood.” Nile adds seeing the fatal wounds on their body.

Copley didn’t know how to tell the team. He himself was devastated. So, when he looked up from the mini recovery room in the safehouse, they all knew. Some went into shock, like Quyhn and Nile. This was Nile’s first tie losing someone who’s become like family to her since she joined...she didn’t know how to take it. She was devastated and angry and sad. She should have gone with them. 

Nicky had his head in his hands, in denial about the news, Joe trying to reach him, trying to be strong for his significant other, but deep inside, he was crushed. They’ve lost a best friend. 

Booker lost a drinking buddy, a laughing partner. They’re memories played in his head, and as the news sunk in, he collapsed into a nearby chair. 

Tears fell from Andy’s eyes, her body frozen “I never got to tell them how much they actually mean to me...how much I wanted them back.”

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[exhaustedfander]

Not Quite According to Plan

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Virgil’s head was spinning. His stomach lurched, anxiety spiking and turning his blood to fire. He wondered, distantly, if this was what it was like to give way to insanity.

He was in love.

It wasn’t at all his choice to be in such a state. He’d never wanted to fall for anyone…or at least that’s what he’d told himself. For a very long time, he’d decided that it would be the most practical to live his self-sufficiently. After all, relying on other people got messy, and Virgil wasn’t looking for a mess he’d inevitably be tasked with cleaning up. In all honesty, he didn’t believe he’d be granted the luxury to be put in such a situation, even if he wanted to.

He’d never been very good with people, enjoying the company of very few and knowing even fewer people who enjoyed his company. As far as he was concerned, Virgil simply wasn’t very enjoyable to most people, and as such, he was convinced he and love were two separate entities entirely.

That was until Roman Knightly had waltzed into his life.

In the beginning, it had felt like a bad dream where he was tortured by a man who failed to grasp the concept of personal space. His first impression of Roman was that he was loud, obnoxious, more than a little self-absorbed and a real pain in the ass, observations that all turned out to be true to some extent. With that being said, he was also very cute, and unfortunately, Virgil was very, very gay.

They’d met at a club, of all places – what the hell had Virgil Storm been doing at a club? – a fact that would forever amuse him. With how well Virgil did around people, which was to say utterly horribly, it was no surprise that he also didn’t fare well in social scenarios. Virgil wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like that – or at least, not usually. The only problem was, one of Virgil’s only real friends, Patton, had dragged him along with him.

For the life of him, Virgil would never understand how anyone as kind and sweet as Patton would put up with someone like him. He’d tried to get it through the man’s skill that there were ever so many better options for a best friend out there, but damn it, Patton stuck by him stubborn as ever, and honestly, Virgil wasn’t complaining. He loved the guy and couldn’t imagine hanging out with anyone else, despite all of the terrible puns Virgil pretended not to laugh at.

Having such a wonderful friend, however, came with some serious consequences, going out and socializing being a major one. He really hadn’t wanted to be in that club that stunk of booze and sweaty, horny people grinding against one another – which normally would’ve surely driven Patton up the wall, but he was busy flirting with some guy he’d met a while ago who happened to be there. With Patton preoccupied talking to the guy, Virgil was left on his own.

In this setting, Virgil felt more out of his element than ever. Everyone was all flirty, talking and dancing, and then there was him: standing in the corner, trying to avoid any and all attention. Unfortunately, this hasn’t worked in the least bit because before he knew it a tall, handsome guy was leaning against the wall with a positively punchable smolder on his face. And Jesus was his line cheesy! Did it hurt when he fell from Heaven? Yuck!

Virgil tried to tell the guy, Roman, to get lost but the damned smile that had stuck to his face seemed to give off the wrong impression. This Roman guy was not walking away and trying to flirt with someone else and it only heightened Virgil’s anxiety.

He didn’t know what he was doing at all, because even if he found Roman the least bit attractive – which he totally didn’t! – he didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to do. No one had really wanted to talk to him for this long, save for Patton, and he wasn’t quite sure what was supposed to happen from here. His chest was tightening, face red and hot to the touch, and, God he felt like he was going to lose consciousness or something!

The rest of the night was a hazy blur of anxiety and alcohol. He remembered Roman dragging him by the hand onto the dancefloor. He recalled wearing a stupid fucking smile on his face, and he remembered, for whatever reason, not actually wanting to go home. But the thing that was the most unbelievable was the fact that he’d gone home with Roman’s phone number, a number he’d surely be waaay too nervous to even think of using.

As it turned out, though, he’d given Roman his number as well.

From there on the two began talking on the phone, much to Virgil’s nervousness. And from there was their first date, where somehow Virgil had managed not to pass out at any point; score! Amazingly, there was a second after that, and a third, and a fourth, and a whole bunch after that. And even after all that, he’d still managed not to screw everything up.

It was a blink of an eye before the couple was living together, closer than Virgil had ever been to anyone in his life. He just…he couldn’t believe how well things had gone. Though they had arguments from time to time, it always ended in an apology and a bone-crushing hug. Nothing had gone wrong from for them, and it seemed that was what frightened him the most. Virgil was, to his utter dismay, stupidly in love.

He’d never pegged himself as the guy who got the fairytale ending. But now here he was with this great guy who he adored with his entire heart, and he didn’t know what to do. It would get ugly eventually, right? It had to; Virgil wasn’t lucky enough for anything else. Even so…Roman said he loved him constantly. He showed it too, with massively grand gestures and dinner dates and just plain human affection. Goddamn, Roman was affectionate.

Roman made him weak, and Virgil loathed his own weakness. He didn’t want to rely so heavily on someone, to need him the way he did. As much as he’d wanted to be able to be on his own, that dream couldn’t live any longer. It was no real dream, to begin with; a previous coping mechanism, but certainly not a dream. Because damn it all, he’d fallen so fucking hard for this boy and he wasn’t getting out of it any time soon. With that being said, he’d gotten some twisted insane idea stuck in his head and it was driving him insane.

He was considering proposing to Roman.

See? Crazy. But the whole ‘considering it’ thing had become a full-blown plan with a ring and memorized speech before Virgil knew what happened. He was sure that he was losing his marbles; he was actually going to go through with this.

He’d never wanted to grow so attached to someone, and despite everything, it had happened and if he could help it, he wasn’t going to let it go.

“Virgil, darling, is something the matter?” Roman asked, arching an eyebrow as he placed a hand on Virgil’s, resulting in a flinch and his heart squeezing in his chest. They sat on a blanket in the park, their picnic having been finished as the sun began to set and the sky was painted in oranges and pinks.

“No – no,” Virgil swallowed down his nerves, trying his hand at a nervous smile, “I’m fine.”

Roman titled his head in disbelief, seeing right through Virgil’s sorry attempt at playing it cool.

“Bullshit, Hot Topic. What’s really going on?” He asked, eyeing Virgil carefully. The emo shuddered under the gaze.

Now or never, Virgil. Come on, don’t chicken out now, he thought to himself, resting a hand on his hoodie pocket with a very important object stuffed inside. He took a deep, shuddery breath before grabbing Roman’s hand and lacing their fingers together, squeezing tightly. He tried to smile again, looking deeply into Roman’s eyes that narrowed in confusion.

“Ro…I…I really, really love you. L-like, a lot.”

A smile of endearment played across Roman’s face as he nodded, bringing their clasped hands to his lips and pressing a kiss to Virgil’s knuckles.

“I know, dearest,” he said, chuckling lightly, “I love you too. Like a lot,” he added. After a moment, though, he realized just how bright red Virgil’s face had become as well as the fact that he was beginning to tremble. “Virgil, are you okay? You seem nervous – I’m not making you nervous, am I?” Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat, clutching his pocket with his free hand.

“Roman, I can’t believe we’ve been together as long as we have. T-three years. Damn. That’s – that’s way longer than I thought a-anyone could put up with me,” Virgil spoke through a strained laugh, trying to remember everything he’d planned on expressing but finding himself unable, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Virgil?”

Suddenly, with a final nervous flinch, Virgil managed to knock the small black box out of his pocket which landed unceremoniously in the grass. Shiiit. Roman had seen it, there was no backing out now. Roman’s face went sheet-white, a trembling hand picking up and opening the box with slow, flickering movements. He let out a loud, squeaky gasp as he caught sight of the gold band with the red stone glimmering in the fading daylight.

“V-Virgil…?” He tried to formulate some kind of a coherent sentence as he held the box in his hand, tears already forming in his eyes as he stared incredulously at his boyfriend, his face slack with shock. Virgil swallowed, trying to regain his bearings somewhat, his shaking hand still clutching Roman’s.

“This – this was supposed to g-go a lot smoother. Fuck. I – I was supposed to k-know what to say, b-but I’m –.”

“Hey, hey, no. You’re doing so well, darling! Keep going,” Roman interrupted encouragingly in an awed voice, a watery laugh escaping his lips as he wore a smile so wide it threatened to split his face in two. Virgil nodded slowly, anxious but determined.

“R-Roman you make me so, so happy a-and even though that scares me sometimes, it’s – it’s also so nice. I don’t ever want to lose that, i-if I can help it. I didn’t ever think I was the guy who was going to find love or a h-happy ending – but then there you were. You’re my happy ending, Roman, and I love you with everything I have. So I was wondering, i-if you wanted to if you’d marry me? I’m sorry, this i-isn’t coming out ri –!”

Virgil’s rambling was promptly interrupted by Roman’s lips pressed to is with more force than necessary, pushing both of them into the grass. He felt the tension dissipate as Roman kissed him with more passion than he thought possible, his hands threading through Virgil’s faded purple hair.

“I assume I can take that as a yes?” Virgil managed to choke out when Roman pulled back, laughing boisterously, tears of mirth streaming down his face as he pressed his forehead to Virgil’s.

“Yes. Yes, of course, I’ll marry you! I love you, Virgil, darling! Oh, I love you!” He cried passionately, pressing kiss after kiss to Virgil’s face. Virgil laughed loud and hard, knowing his tears were causing his makeup to run, not that he cared.

They held tight to each other, lying in the grass after Virgil placed the ring on his boyfriend’s – scratch that, fiancé – finger, the gem sparkling.

“How dare you be the one to propose?!” Roman asked after a long moment of content silent, earning a chuckle from Virgil that rumbled with amusement, “I was planning on doing it soon! I didn’t have the ring yet – but I was going to!” Roman exclaimed, laying against his fiancé’s chest with his arms looped around his waist. Virgil exhaled deeply, a smile etched onto his face he half-believed to be permanent at this point.

“Too slow, Princey,” Virgil said, snickering at the pout Roman’s face twisted into, “But seriously, that’s kinda amazing. Here I was, afraid you might say no or something, and you were gonna propose to me yourself,” he added, muttering the second half.

“What?” Roman’s voice was thick with shock, “In what twisted reality would I say no?! I love you, Storm-cloud, more than anything. Marriage was always the end goal for me.” Virgil shrugged, leaning to face his lover.

“I dunno. You know how I am, anxious about literally everything and it’s not like it really went according to plan. I was chocking the moment I started.” Roman shook his head, scotching closer and leaning up to press his lips to Virgil’s.

“Not even close, darling. You did wonderfully.”

And though Virgil couldn’t agree, he was sure glad Roman thought so. Virgil had never expected to live a life so dependent on someone else, telling himself for years how detestable such an idea was. But lying here with Roman now, for once, he gave way to the unexpected, opening the future with open arms.

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[captainillogical]

Profoundly Yours Ch.1

Amity receives a love letter in her locker. Luz wants to help figure out who it is.

Cover art by my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants​

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Today is looking to be a long day, it seems.

Amity looks up at the clock on the wall just as the school bell screams, and she grabs for the books in front of her as the other students around her bustle about. All she really wants to do is find a nice, quiet place to take a nap - she could barely sleep the night prior. She waits for a moment, letting the other students leave the classroom first so as to not get trampled on, and makes her way out the door with an offhanded wave to her teacher.

She sighs, holding the books close to her chest as she walks over to her locker. At least the day is halfway done, she thinks to herself. She hasn’t even gotten to open her locker when Boscha rolls up, slamming a hand against the nearest wall.

“So, I had the brightest idea earlier that we’d all go get our nails done after school, and Skara is SUPER on board with it.” The three-eyed girl leans in, a smirk on her face. “You in, Amity?”

She doesn’t really want to, like, at all - so she thinks up a quick excuse.

“I can’t, sorry. I promised mom I’d help out with her afternoon errands.” Amity replies, trying to really sell the lie with a grimace. She wishes that Boscha would just lose interest in being her “friend�� already.

“Ughhh, it’s not as fun if you can’t go,” Boscha rolls her eyes, a bit of a pout on her face. “Skara’s just going to talk about her boyfriend the entire time.”

“I really am sorry, I definitely would go with you guys if I was free,” Amity lies through her teeth, reaching out to open her locker. She wants to be in the lunchroom already - she can feel her stomach growling, and maybe she can see a certain someone’s face. That will absolutely make her day better.

The locker opens with a clatter - it growls at her and she ignores it, and a single square white envelope is sitting inside; there’s no name, or any indication of what it could be on the outside. Amity grabs for it curiously, placing her books inside.

“What’s that, some kind of love-letter?” The pink-haired girl snatches the envelope out of Amity’s hands, eyebrows shooting up into her hairline.

“Boscha! Give it!” Amity tries reaching for it, but the other girl just side-steps out of her way with a laugh, tearing the letter open to see what’s inside.

“What do we have here~” She teases, eyes scanning the page. They widen considerably when she catches onto something. “Whoa, actually - dude someone has it bad for you, ha ha!!” She snorts out a laugh, and Amity grabs the letter out of her hand, finally.

She stares at the piece of paper, and her heart starts to race. It’s a poem.

Someone WROTE her a poem.

Amity - your eyes shine like gold coins

And when I look into them

I feel like the richest person ever.

Oh, wow. That’s a terrible poem. And yet kind of sweet?.. Hm. There’s no name anywhere.

Amity forces her face into a grimace, and Boscha’s still laughing.

“This is awful, who wrote this?” She cackles, and Amity is almost starting to feel a little defensive over it. I mean, the person wrote it for her.

“There seems to be no name on it.” The green-haired witch shoves the letter into her pocket, hearing it crinkle loudly. “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah that’s too bad, I wanted to make fun of them for it!” She laughs again, and yeah okay, Amity’s starting to feel annoyed.

“Not everyone needs to be made fun of constantly,” She retorts, slamming her locker shut. She gives one last look to her not-sort-of-friend, before turning to leave. “I’m going to lunch.”

The sounds of Amity’s footsteps fade away within the noise of the school, and Boscha watches her go.

“What’s gotten up with her lately?” She says to no one in particular, scowling to herself.

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Amity faces the crowded lunchroom, food in hand. She’s not even feeling particularly hungry now since she read that note, but will force down the food anyway. She looks around and happens to spot Willow sitting with Gus off to the side - as well as Luz.

Ah.

She feels so stupid, the way her heart does little flips every single time she sees the human. It feels irrational, at this point. Why did Luz turn out to be so nice, and caring, and cute - she stops that particular train of thought. It’s the entire reason why she hasn’t been getting enough sleep this last week, and with everything that happened after Grom, Amity feels a little like she might be going crazy.

Her feelings are going haywire, and she has no outlet for them. She can’t talk to anyone about it, come on, that’d be so embarrassing. Admitting you have feelings, romantic feelings, for a human? Yeah, she’d rather hex herself than go through that kind of social scrutiny right now.

She mulls over where to sit - spotting an empty table in the opposite corner by the windows, and walks over to it to sit down. She sighs, pulling her sandwich out of the bag, and takes a small bite out of it. It’s a bit dry, but it’s whatever. She pulls the note out of her pocket and unfolds it on the table, having to place her bottle of water on the top of it to stop it from folding back up.

Amity leans forward, peering hard at the handwriting, nice as it is. She doesn’t recognise it at all. Who could this be from, exactly? She feels like this could also possibly be a prank, because who in their right mind would send her a love letter? Definitely not the person she wants it to be. She takes another bite, chewing it slowly and thoughtfully. 

A familiar voice laughs nearby, and all of a sudden a hand slams down on the table about a foot from Amity. She jolts in her seat, looking up to see the face of Luz.

“Amity!” The human girl enthusiastically greets her. “Why are you sitting here all alone? Since you didn’t come to sit with us, we’ll sit with you!” She grins, Willow and Gus in tow right behind her. They all take a seat at the table around her, tossing their food onto the table and making themselves comfortable. Amity feels a little taken aback with the gesture, and tries to not let it show too much on her face. Being this close to Luz after what happened the other day.. she swallows her feelings.

“Oh, you don’t have to-” Luz gasps, cutting Amity off. She grabs the piece of paper on the table, and holds it up to her face. She’s squinting quite hard.

“A love letter!!!” Luz exclaims, eyes wide open with her mouth hanging dramatically - Willow shushes her. She rubs the back of her head sheepishly, looking apologetic. “Forget you heard anything!” She shouts back out to the lunch room. A stray “don’t tell me what to do!” pierces through the white noise of the other students chattering amongst themselves. Gus giggles into his soup.

“Thanks for that.” Amity half-glares at Luz, taking the letter back from her and folding it in half, placing it back on the table. She feels the tips of her ears get warm from embarrassment. “And yeah.. It was in my locker when I opened it earlier. I have no idea who it’s from.”

“I bet I can figure out who it is.” Gus says smugly, taking a spoonful into his mouth. “Let me see.”

“No! You’ll just judge it unfairly.” Amity replies, and reaches out to clutch it in her hands.

“C’mon, why are you being so defensive! What can it hurt?” He points his spoon at her, waving it a bit. 

"I'm not defensive!" She retorts back, Gus' smirk immediately widening. She quickly realizes her mistake, and slides the letter over to him to play it off cool. "It's just, it's a poem of all things, and I don't know of anyone that's written anything like.." She trails off as she watches Gus' eyebrows shoot up on his face, and she's unsure if it's either because he's impressed, or taken aback with said writing. Willow leans over to also peer at the letter.

"I don't know whether to laugh or applaud this guy."

"It could be a girl, Gus." Willow gives him a judgemental look. "Do you know of any guys here with that handwriting? It's too nice."

"That's a.. fair point." He puts a finger up to his lip, and then looks around at the other students in the lunch room, squinting his eyes in suspicion. He points to a person waaay over in the opposite corner. "What about him? He's always been pretty well-spoken."

"Geoffrey?!" Amity hisses out, and then reels enough back to not look so.. frantic. "It's obviously not him, I mean, he's nice sure. But he never goes out of his way to talk to me, and he's never given any kind of indication he even likes me as a fellow classmate."

"Plus, Geoffrey has had that thing for Brian since last year, remember?" Willow takes a bite out of her apple, and grabs the poem to read it again. 

"Oh right, kind of forgot about that since that one incident." Gus sighs a little dramatically, and the rest of the table ignores his theatrics. He makes a show to place his hand over his eyes - like he's staring out into bright open seas er - students. "Maybe it is a girl. Maybe it's.. someone we know. Maybe it's… Luz!!" He points to her like gotcha! and Amity feels her heart stop.

Luz chokes on the bite of food she's just placed inside her mouth, her spoon clattering on the table. "I've never written a love letter in my life," She sputters and coughs several more times - her cheeks are turning pink a little, but surely it's from the lack of air intake. Gus laughs at her, Willow rolling her eyes at her friend's antics. "Besides, if I were to write a love letter, it would definitely not be poetry. There's a reason why mom wanted me to go to that summer camp. If anything, I'd write a fanfic."

"A fanfic." Willow deadpans at her for a couple seconds, and then shrugs. "That is very you, though."

Amity takes the last bite of her sandwich and tries not to sit there in disappointment. Like, she knew it wasn't Luz of course. Still stings a little. Luz gives Amity a curious look as she swallows her food, and Amity hopes her emotions aren't showing on her face. That'd be terrible.

"Was the letter in your locker when you first came into school today?" The human asks, wiping her face for any food crumbs. She takes the letter from Willow, her eyes scanning the page one last time.

"No, now that I think about it." Amity replies, watching the other girl. She tries not to let her eyes linger on Luz for too long in anyone else's presence, for fear that someone might catch wind of her feelings for the human.

"Well then, clearly, we know they're a student here. Now if only it were obvious!" Gus says excitedly. "We should build a student card bingo for this."

"That would be interesting." Willow laughs.

"You think the admirer will come forward sometime to confess?" Luz leans near Amity to ask, making the other girl acutely aware of just how close she is.

"It wouldn't matter, honestly." Amity admits, taking the poem back from Luz and folding it into her pocket. "It's not like I'm interested."

"Why, you like someone else?" Gus interjects, slurping up another spoonful of soup.

"N-no! Of course not!" Amity says a little too quickly, and she feels a specific set of eyes on her. "Besides, I wouldn't date someone I don't know, just because they wrote me a poem."

She sees Luz staring at her out of the corner of her eye, like she's remembering the note Amity has been trying to forget about since the night of Grom.

"Yeah, I wouldn't either." Willow agrees, and hands Gus a napkin absentmindedly. He's kind of a messy eater.

"Wow, give the person a break, they just put their whole heart out there! Doesn't that mean anything in the name of romance?" Gus says in between mouthfuls of soup.

"They're welcome to say it to my face." Amity replies, and she tries to change the subject.

Lunch period ends pretty soon after that, and the rest of classes go by pretty slowly for Amity. Ed and Em rip into her about her day after school a little more than usual, and she retires to her bedroom early that night, a lot on her mind to think about.

She has a hard time falling asleep, like she has been for a while now, one very specific person plaguing her thoughts constantly. She thinks she'll just forget about the love letter for now. Or maybe entirely, actually, since there's no point.

Sleep comes to her after a couple of hours.

-

When her locker physically spits another letter at her the next day, she decides this might be a problem.

#lumity #luz noceda #amity blight #toh #the owl house #my fic #luz x amity #profoundly yours

[bnha-imagines-all-around]

Nightmares (Mirio Togata headcanons)

Warnings: Season 4 spoilers (!!!), angst, fluff, the sound of the author crying

Request: “ I love your writing and think you're amazing! Keep up the great work! Here's my request: I was wondering if you could do a one shot or some headcannons where the reader helps calm down Mirio Togata after he has a nightmare about losing his quirk in his fight to save Eri? And they help him realize it's okay to be venerable and he realizes how much he loves them. Maybe they fall asleep together? You dont have to write this but I just thought I would ask anyway.Thank you and have a great day! 😁☀️ “

Author’s note: AHHH my heart omg these headcanons hurt my heart in the best way I hope you guys enjoy this! It’s kinda long (again) and kinda reads like a one-shot (again). Feel free to give feedback and/or SEND IN YOUR REQUESTS! PLEASE, I’LL GLADLY WRITE THEM! :D

- So you and Mirio were best of friends, and you two were also in the same class which made life easier. You had been in love with him for a long, LONG time but hadn’t yet had the chance to confess your feelings to him yet.

- When the Heights Alliance student residences went up, you and Mirio ended up being assigned to neighboring rooms, which made your life that much better because Mirio??? Literal sunshine personified??? As a neighbor??? Absolutely amazing. 

- You and him didn’t even lock your doors anymore because the two of you were literally ALWAYS spending time together, bouncing from one room to the other. 

- You’d even fallen asleep on his bed a couple times, but you never spent the night over with Mirio because you always woke up after a bit and apologized before saying good night and going back to your room before crashing.

- You guys had movie nights together all the time (along with Nejire and Tamaki every now and then), you would always hang out with each other and you would help Mirio out with his homework (except most of the time you’d both end up giggling madly and not really get much work done), you guys did literally almost everything together.

- Though what you never knew was that Mirio always felt a bit disappointed whenever you had to leave; he really liked being around you. He just really liked you. Although he couldn’t bring himself to tell you that yet.

- Mirio also startled you waaay more than once by accidentally permeating through the wall into your room out of nowhere. The guy would just suddenly slip through your wall, and given that he was always naked, you would let out a yelp before covering your eyes and getting him a towel.

- Once, he even did it when you had just gotten out of the shower and, boy, was that a moment.

- “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry (Y/N)!” Mirio exclaimed, immediately covering his eyes are turning to face the other way, his face turning bright red as you let out a startled shriek. Thankfully, you had had a towel wrapped around your body, but that didn’t make the situation any less awkward as you had to get him a towel, too.

- Mirio would tease you lightly about it later on, chuckling as he did so, “You know, (Y/N), it’s usually just me who ends up naked, but I gotta say, both of us ending up naked in the same room was one heck of a surprise!”

- “Oh, shut it, Mirio,” You’d reply, punching him lightly in the arm while the two of you both giggled, your cheeks turning bright red.

- All in all, you and Mirio were always together, always happy and having a good time doing absolute anything and everything together whenever possible. 

- At least, that’s how it was before Eri’s rescue. Before everything changed.

- You hadn’t been with Mirio when he was shot with a Quirk-destroying bullet, but you had heard all about what had happened, and you could clearly see the consequences.

- Mirio was outwardly very smiley and positive despite the fact that he had lost the Quirk he had trained and fought so hard to perfect, as well as the fact that he had lost his mentor, Sir Nighteye. 

- However, you knew that Mirio was suffering. You knew that he wasn’t really all smiles and positivity, not after everything he’d gone through. 

- You still spent time with him, although now there were fewer laughs between the two of you, and overall the feeling was much more somber, more serious. You knew Mirio was grieving, but you didn’t know what you could do to help.

- The poor boy looked absolutely exhausted; the shadows under his eyes were extremely dark and his eyes had lost their shine. Mirio looked like a ghost of his former self more with each passing day and it was hurting your heart. You felt so helpless.

- “Mirio... please, I want to help. Let me help. There’s gotta be something I can do to help...” You pleaded with him one day, mustering up the courage to gently place your hand on his cheek, your thumb stroking his skin oh-so-lightly.

- “It’s okay, (Y/N)... honestly, I’m okay. I just... I need to keep smiling. Sir wouldn’t want me to be sad, not if I’m going to be as great a hero as he saw,” Mirio replied, with a tired smile that didn’t reach his eyes appearing on his lips. He leaned into your touch gently, his eyes closing for a split second before he withdrew, looking down at you, “I’ll be okay, (Y/N). Don’t worry about me.”

- “I’ll always worry about you, Mirio. You’re my best friend and I... I care about you. I want to help,” You replied, feeling crestfallen. But Mirio didn’t say a word after that, so you just nodded and wished him goodnight, looking down at your feet as you went into your room.

- The fact that Mirio was so clearly not okay but was refusing your help hit you like a sucker punch to the gut; you so desperately wanted to help him but he didn’t seem to want to let you help him. 

- It got to the point where you yourself were losing sleep over it, and you started having some late nights yourself. You would lay in bed, just staring at the ceiling, or sit on the windowsill, gazing out onto the school grounds as the hours ticked by; 1am, 2am, 3am, time flew by.

- Then, suddenly, one night, you heard a noise that made you jump. It sounded like a cry, one filled with fear and sadness. Your ears perked up and you jumped to your feet, listening carefully. Another cry rang out, and your heart dropped down to your feet; the cry had come from next door. Mirio’s room.

- You quickly ran out of your room and, within moments, you found yourself outside of Mirio’s door just as another cry pierced the quiet of the night. Your heart jolted in your chest as you confirmed your suspicions; the cries were coming from Mirio’s room. From Mirio. Even in his sleep, he was suffering. 

- You tried the doorknob gently, and you were surprised to find that the door opened before you. Without a further moment’s hesitation, you slipped inside and closed the door behind you before racing over to the bed.

- In the moonlight, you could see that Mirio was curled up in his bed. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his blonde hair was tussled and messy, and his bed sheets were all tangled up around his body as he writhed in his sleep as though in excruciating pain. 

- Your heart twisted painfully in your chest as Mirio cried out once again, the words filled with pain and fear and sadness unlike you’d ever heard before; “NO! NO!”

- You quickly leaned down and placed your hands on Mirio’s arms, shaking him gently as you tried to rouse him from the nightmare he was trapped in, “Mirio! Mirio! Wake up! Mirio, please! Wake up!”

- You shook him harder, your voice quivering slightly as you tried not to break down into tears yourself. You had to wake him, you had to help him. 

- Suddenly, Mirio’s eyes shot wide open and he sat up, his chest heaving as he looked around frantically, trying to figure out what was happening. His sudden motion startled you and you fell backwards onto the floor with a loud “THUMP!”. 

- “(Y/N)? W-What are you doing here? W-What-?” Mirio panted, looking confused and slightly terrified as he gazed at you, trying to make sense of the situation.

- You quickly got up and sat down next to Mirio on the bed. You stayed silent, but then you reached over and wrapped your arms around Mirio in a tight hug, with no intent of letting go any time soon.

- Mirio took a few seconds before returning the embrace, although you could feel the poor boy trembling violently as he did so. His breathing was ragged and you could tell he was trying so hard to calm himself. It hurt your heart.

- “Mirio, it’s okay,” You spoke gently, “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay. It was a nightmare.”

- The room was silent, until suddenly, Mirio began to speak. His voice quivered as he spoke, “I-I was at th-the Shie Hassaikai compound again... Eri... I-I jumped in fr-front of her, I-, the bullet, it... it destroyed my quirk. I c-can’t st-stop reliving it, (Y/N). I-It won’t let m-me be... And Sir Nighteye, o-oh God...” 

- Mirio sniffled quietly, trying hard to stop more tears from slipping down his cheeks, “I-I’m sorry, (Y/N)... I didn’t me-mean to wake you. It was j-just a ni-nightmare...”

- You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Words began to spill from your mouth before you had the chance to even think about them.

- “Don’t you apologize. I was already awake, anyways, but don’t you dare apologize to me, Mirio. You’re going through so much right now. Anybody would be hurting, including the best Pro heros out there, after going through what you’ve gone through. I know you’re hurting, Mirio. I see it in your face, in your eyes. You can’t hide it from me. Losing your quirk, losing Sir Nighteye, everything that’s happened to you... You’re grieving. That’s normal, Mirio. You’ve gone through so much... it’s okay to be vulnerable, to fall apart. It’s okay to not be okay.”

- You just kept holding Mirio, speaking gently to him all the while, and you could suddenly feel him burying his face into the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around you as you felt hot tears dripping onto your skin. Mirio was crying in your arms.

- You just held Mirio tighter, and even gathered the courage to gently kiss the side of his head as you did so. As the young man sobbed in your arms, you just tried to focus on being there for him now and tried to ignore the feeling of your heart simultaneously breaking and racing in your chest.

- It was unknown to you just how much time had passed as you held Mirio, but you didn’t care. You just held him and rubbed his back and gently kissed his hair silently until the young man cried himself out. You had finally managed to do something to help him.

- Eventually, Mirio finally drew back, and you could at least see his face, his tear-stained cheeks, his puffy and reddened eyes, but he didn’t let go of you for a second. 

- You looked back at him and brought a hand up to brush his hair away from his face before you did the bravest thing you’d ever done, all hero work included; you pressed a gentle kiss to Mirio’s forehead, letting your lips rest there for a moment before pulling back.

- “S-Stay with me, (Y/N)?... Will you stay with me?... Please?...” 

- The plea slipped from Mirio’s lips so softly that you almost didn’t hear him, but your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you registered what he had said. You smiled at Mirio, before replying back just as softly, “Always.”

- Mirio untangled himself from his bed sheets, sniffling quietly as he did so, before scooting over to make enough space for you to lay down next to him, which is exactly what you did; you crawled in under the covers and laid down so that you were facing Mirio.

- You suddenly felt a bit shy, as you didn’t know what to do or what Mirio wanted, but thankfully, this time Mirio made the first move. 

- He reached over and wrapped his arm around your waist before pulling you close enough so that your head rested on his chest. You wrapped your arm back around him, reciprocating his embrace as you snuggled closer to him. You felt Mirio’s legs entangle with your own, and you felt your heart racing in your chest. 

- Your heart was beating so loud that you were certain Mirio could hear it, so instead you tried to redirect your focus on listening to his heart beating in his chest. 

- “Thank you, (Y/N). You’re my best friend, and I can’t thank you enough for always being there for me. Thank you for staying with me,” Mirio suddenly whispered, and you just looked up at his face and smiled gently as you replied, “Of course, Mirio. I meant what I said earlier; I care for you, and I will always be here for you. I promise. Now, let’s get some sleep, yeah? We both need it, but you most of all. I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

- At that, for the first time in weeks, Mirio gave you a small smile that was genuine and reached his eyes. You snuggled in closer to him, and Mirio let out a sigh as he placed a tender kiss on the top of your head before resting his head on yours, “Goodnight, (Y/N).” “Goodnight, Mirio.”.

- A comfortable silence filled the room, but it still felt like there was something wanting desperately to be said. However, both you and Mirio were far too exhausted to do anything about it then.

- Despite both of you being completely exhausted, you fell asleep much sooner than Mirio did. That was because Mirio couldn’t stop thinking about you and looking down at your peaceful expression as you slept in his arms.

- Mirio couldn’t believe what had happened that night. Part of him almost wanted to feel embarrassed that you had found him like that, and another part genuinely felt bad about the whole situation, but the biggest part of him was glad you found him and were there for him. For the first time in weeks, he genuinely felt better. And it was because of you.

- As Mirio looked down at your face, he could feel his heart swelling in his chest before he came to a startling realization, almost as though he had been struck by lightning; he was in love with you. And not just a little bit in love with you; he was absolutely, head-over-heels, truly, madly, deeply in love with you. 

- He knew he really liked you before, but Mirio had never really realized that it was actually so much more than that. You were so much more than his best friend; you were his favorite person, his partner, and... you were the love of his life. 

- Mirio had been in the middle of loving you before he had even realized he had begun. He was in love with his best friend, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

- So, as his lids began to feel heavy once again, Mirio gave one last loving gaze at your peaceful, sleeping face, pressed one more tender kiss to your brow and whispered, “Goodnight, (Y/N). Thank you for everything. Sleep well. I love you.”

- And at last, after many weeks of exhaustion and suffering, Mirio finally fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, with the love of his life fast asleep in his arms, his heart and mind finally at rest and a small smile on his face.

#bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #lemillion #lemillion imagine #lemillion x reader #mirio togata #mirio togata imagine #mirio togata x reader #mirio togata headcanons

[nad-zeta]

Yey, this is my first time requesting a match-up! So, I was shy at first, but when I get to know a person, I was like a bundle of infinite energy. I like pranking my friends, and laughing like there's no tomorrow. I love eating anything sweets, napping by the sun, and stargazing at night. I will suddenly distant myself if someone worries me. And I prefer crying alone. Thank you, and please be well 😘😘😘

Hehe, I think I went waaay overboard with this. It tuned out being super long (oops). Thanx so much for the request love! I hope you enjoy it! And I hope you have been staying safe and well! <3

So I match you with...................... Nobunaga

Gosh, the first time Nobunaga sees you all he thinks is, how can so much boundless energy be packed into one person. You continuously jump from one task to the next, even the maids can’t keep up with your fast-paced cleaning and enthusiasm. Needless to say, this definitely caught Nobunaga’s attention. You are a bundle of endless energy, a true fireball. It’s strange how someone so shy can burn so bright. You have definitely earned your name fireball among the caste and its people. Nobunaga is genuinely convinced that you are the reincarnation of a fireball, cause not only are you a boundless source of energy but your face burns up whenever the slightest tease was flung your way.

Nobunaga definitely invites you to his room at night, for games of Go and just so he has an excuse to talk to you and tease you. You had long ago turned down his offer to warm his bed. So now here you were, chatting and laughing about the most random things. You had come to discovered Nobunaga has this boyish charm about him, and the two of you shared the common interest of pulling pranks on people. You have also come to realize he had a crazy funny sense of humor. You can’t help but laugh like there is no tomorrow around him. You’ve spent enough nights playing Go and chatting with him to drop you guard and be yourself. On one night, you were feeling a bit down. He couldn’t stand to see his friend so down in the dumps. When he commanded you to tell him what was wrong and the answer shook him. “It’s been 2 weeks without candy, and I’m dying over here,” you had gone so long without your precious sugar that you started to feel the withdrawal symptoms. Carmine eyes narrowed to look at you, and he gave you the heartiest laugh you had ever heard. You turned to look at him thinking he was going to tease you or pester you with questions about what candy even was. But instead, he walked to his desk draw reached over to the back panel and pulled out a silk bag. He sat in front of you and revealed his own precious treasure to you. Your eyes went wide in disbelief; its CANDY! “if you would like some konpeito from my secret stash fireball, you will have to beat me at a game of GO’. You had never concentrated so hard in your entire life, but the fruits of your labor paid off. It’s true what they say diamonds are made under pressure, and you had finally won your first match against the devil king himself. “Well, then, a deal is a deal.” Nobunaga couldn’t help but give his lucky charm one of his signature smirks. And so, the two of you spent the rest of the evening munching happily on the sugar candies.

Once Nobu had told you that Hideyoshi always hid his precious candies, the two of you made a pact to start pranking him to get even. It was always innocent little pranks like putting honey on the handles of the cupboard where Hideyoshi usually hid the candies. Or putting the empty jar back with a note saying that he should find a better place to hide the candy next time. But the pranks weren’t only limited to Hideyoshi. Oh no, the two of you would prank everyone in the castle. For example, during banquets, the two of you could always be found sitting next to each other, giggling at the results of your newest prank. Unfortunately, Masamune was the unlucky one being pranked as the two of you had swapped out his water for sake! The two of you also had a tendency to give Hideyoshi masses amount of sake just so you could ask him the most random questions to hear is unfiltered most honest opinions. Although the two of you would never prank the ultimate pranking master, you shivered just thinking about how your hair will never feel the same after the kitsune got you back for pranking him, by swapping out your shampoo for honey. Needless to say, it was a sticky mess. Man, when you and Nobunaga were together, it was always a good time filled with laughs and jokes. Obviously, at this point, the two of you stared wanting more than just a friendship

True to any true fireball, you burn bright with a big burst of light and energy, only to burn out and feel incredibly sleepy and tired. You would often remind Nobunaga of a cat. Having tons of energy, playing, and running around but then also being a creature of comfort not being able to resist warm, comfortable naps. On one sunny summer day, you were feeling a little sleepy while cleaning the war council room. It had a big window that streamed in the glorious warm light from the outside. The rays of sunlight seemed to warm the very ground it landed on, and it was all too enticing for you to deny. You curled yourself up on the warm sunny spot in front of the window on the ground and fell into a deep sleep. Nobunaga went to the room to retrieve some documents he had forgotten there when he saw you curled up on the floor. You looked so warm and comfy, and he just couldn’t help himself. He got down on one knee and moved a strand of hair out of your eyes and tucked it behind your ear. He then proceeded to curl himself up next to you, laying his head on your stomach, you join you in a quick power nap. You woke up when the sun had already set, and the ground beneath you was now icy cold. You opened your eyes and couldn’t help but smile at how cute, and unguarded Nobunaga looked. You decided to leave him to sleep while you stroked his hair absentmindedly. When he woke up, he felt so well-rested, in fact, he couldn’t remember sleeping so well in his whole life, even as a child. He was honestly so in love with you, and the fact that he could get such restful sleep next to you just proved to him that you are someone whom he can trust. He sat up and while giving you his signature smile and pulled you into a kiss. And so, your relationship started.

This boy loved you more than any treasure in the whole world. He would do anything to see your beautiful smile grace your face. Especially when you are feeling sad. One day you were feeling super upset, you were having a horrible day, everything was going wrong, and the tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes, you made a break for your room. Halfway there, Nobunaga finally finished counsel and saw you. You brushed passed him before he could say anything. He was so confused, you were clearly upset, the poor boy thought you were upset by him. He came into your room only to see his beloved fireball crying. He demanded you tell him who had caused your tears, cause anyone who even thought about hurting his lucky charm would have to answer to him.  You had told him everything about your horrible day. You also told him how you preferred crying alone, and that’s why you avoided him. He kissed away a tear and said,” fireball, I am your boyfriend, am I not, let me comfort my precious fireball when she is sad. It is a boyfriend’s duty after all”.  He would then proceed to wrap you in a big warm hug and let you cry and talk it all out. He would kiss all the tears away. And then when you are done, he would start making some jokes just so he can see that beautiful smile back on your face.

Your all-time favorite dates with Nobunaga involved star gazing and drink sake together. You especially loved it when Nobunaga would take you to a vast open flower field so you can view the stars in peace, surrounded by the sweet scent of flowers. He would make sure to have Masa pack the two of you a small picnic basket just so you could have some midnight sweets while stargazing.

Other potential Matches......................... Shingen 

I hope you enjoyed it, love! 

#nobunaga oda #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikesen nobunaga #oda nobunaga #ikesen matchup #ikemen matchup #ikemen sengoku matchup #matchups #nobunaga matchup

[misstinfoilhat]

for the drabbl thing, how about Edward with "take me instead"

Woop! First one! It became waaay too long, but I just can’t with this “drabble” thing. I hope it meets your expectation! I got a little off track. --- Truth was standing before him; that infuriating toothy grin beaming boastfully. ‘W-why am I back here?’ Edward thought, peering over his shoulder as if he expected to be back in his room. There was just an infinite amount of void as far as he could see. White endlessness of absolutely nothing.   Behind Truth, was the gate. The large murals hovering over him, and Ed felt a surge through his stomach by the memory of being pulled by black ethereal hands and rushed through the dimension of overwhelming knowledge.  “Hello, Edward,” the sharp voice called out, demanding the teen’s attention. Edward took a few aggressive steps forward with a raised fist and paused.  His arm was back, he realized numbly. He blinked at it, wondering if it was real. Then he relaxed his stance and felt his left leg move effortlessly. No pain from a long-needed tune-up, no joints groaning from misuse, or irritation to the skin where metal met flesh.  “How did..?” Edward drawled, looking awestruck as he flexed his fingers. “Do you like them?” Truth chortled with excitement, shifting to stand up. “I don’t understand,” Edward answered as he tugged at his pant leg to confirm that there actually was a real leg under there. Sure enough, there it was. All though, the limb felt strange. Foreign. But he reasoned it was because he had been wearing those heavy metal limbs for the past four years.  “I figured you might like them,” Truth chirped as it strolled mundanely towards him. “Besides, their real owner won’t need them much longer.” A cold chill ran down Ed’s spine and he felt his pallor change. “W-what? What do you mean?” “What I just said.” Truth shrugged its shoulders, glancing towards the wary boy, its smirk growing steadily. “What’s the matter? I thought you’d be happy! Maybe it’s not your own limbs, but at least they will be kept in the family,” it laughed diabolically.   Ed couldn’t move. Understanding crept up on him slowly. Piece by piece falling into place, forming into a picture in his mind. Again, he raised his arm, closely examining the paperlike skin and its suddenly emaciated appearance. He was sure it hadn’t looked like that at first… Golden eyes widened in terror. “Al!” he realized out loud and took a step back. The weak leg crumbled under his weight, his knee (no no no not his, Al’s! Al’s knee---) buckled and he toppled over. Edward landed painfully on his hip, scrambling on the ground and started crawling away from the sound of the enigmatic being’s low giggles. What was going on? What did Truth mean by Al not needing his arm and leg anymore? They were going to get his body back, and he absolutely would need his limbs!  Edward had already taken so much away from his little brother, he would rather have no arms or legs at all than for Alphonse to miss a single strand of hair from his body when they got it back! Edward would not take those away from him, even if he had to sacrifice his heart to get them back to him!  The thought of his little brother’s arm and leg substituting for his own made him sick to his core. This was wrong! Determined, Edward steadied himself to a sitting position, using his healthy left arm. But, he couldn’t see Truth anywhere. In the featureless creature’s place, sat a gaunt figure, crossed-legged and sickly. Long golden hair cascaded beneath fatigue shoulders, ribs protruding from his chest, and a solemn smile on thin lips. Missing from the boy, was a right arm and left leg.  In a moment’s confusion, Edward thought it was himself that sat there. Him from some alternate reality. The Gate had changed too. Only for a moment, Edward lingered in uncertainty. The emaciated boy tilted his head and looked directly at him, and Edward felt his breath hitch. Never in his life would he mistake those hazel orbs.  “Al!” Edward shrieked as he fought to move, crawling towards his younger brother. It felt like something was pulling him back, like an invisible rubber line wanting to pull him back. The more he struggled forward, the distance between then only increased. “Alphonse, I’m so sorry! I’m so, so sorry! You will get them back, I swear!” Ed wailed, struggling forward on hands and knees. “Okay? Please say something!”  Alphonse didn’t respond. He just sat there with the same patient smile, eyes tired and so, so thin. It was like he was staring right through him, lost in the void. “Your brother’s presence in your world is weakening,” Truth’s voice rang through the empty space. Edward looked up, searching for the Godlike creature while frantically reaching for his younger brother. A rumble was heard and the ground shook. A blinding white light emitted from the slit doors that protected Alphonse’s Gate.  “No,” Ed cried distraughtly and forced himself to his feet and tried to run. “There is no use, Edward. Your brother’s soul wants to join its original vessel soon.”  Again, Edward yelled his brother’s name, ignoring the chilling voice and refusing to believe that they were already running out of time. He limped as fast as he could while stretching both of his arms (not his!) out for his brother.  The black arms wormed their way from the dizzying universe inside the Gate, starting to pull on Alphonse’s body. “No! No, please!” Edward wept and picked up his pace. “Please, don’t take him! Take me instead! I’ll do anything!” For the first time, it seemed like Alphonse really noticed him- his eyes were fixed on Ed and Ed alone. He didn’t look scared, just resolute. Like he had accepted his faith and was ready to be taken away. As dark arms tangled around his body, his smile broadened and he gave his older brother a crescent-eyed smile. “Wait! Don’t take him! Take me instead! I did it, not him! You- you can have anything--- just, please bring him back-” Ed was broken off by a heartwrenching wail of intense agony. Alphonse was screaming as the Gate tore his body apart, limbs turning black and vanishing into the surge of distorted pictures and eye shattering light. “No!” Edward collapsed to the ground, sobbing as his brother was devoured by his sin, clawing at the ground, pulling his hair out and choking on his own tears. The Gate was gone. His brother was gone. Everything had been taken away and there was nothing left. Like the space around him. Consuming everything, containing nothing. Images of Alphonse as a plump and healthy ten-year-old flickered through his thoughts, being eaten alive by those cursed arms. The panic, grief, and desperation he had felt back then were pouring through him once again and he wondered what there was left to give. What would he have to give up to get all of Alphonse back? A sudden twinge of pain seared through his abdomen. Edward startled and looked ahead stiffly. ‘What the hell?’ Again. The pain in his midsection grew until he was unable to restrain himself from screaming. He gasped for his next breath, almost vomiting while his body shook and pulsated. Downcasting his head, he finally realized what was causing the pain, all though, it did little to relieve his confusion of the situation. One of the Gates’s arms had lodged itself in his stomach, penetrating it through and through. There was something strangely familiar with it, but Ed’s mind was too clouded to think, to process. All his muddled brain could do, was to wonder what the arm was reaching for.  Then, it yanked back, painstakingly slowly and Ed cried out again. His vision faded in and out, white turning black and back to white, as the foreign object was drawn out of him. A faint flashback of a pair of large, strong hands holding his shoulders still, and the musky smell of gun powder mixed with wet clothing and blood. Edward also remembered the cold, biting at his fingers and toes, but brushing pleasantly against his feverish cheeks. The only other sensation than pain at the moment. “Edward?” ‘Not you again,’ Edward thought furiously. ‘Have you not taken enough from me?’ But his lips wouldn’t move. Now that he thought about it, neither could he. “Edward, can you open your eyes?” It didn’t sound like Truth- Truth’s voice was shrieking, almost feminine, and violently unpleasant. This voice was deep and grumbly, like a large man’s. Almost like Armstrong’s (oh god please don’t be Armstrong). Little by little, whatever that had taken toll of his body let go, and Edward stirred. Flickering eyelashes tickled his cheeks as his eyes fluttered open (he didn’t remember when he had closed them). He awoke in a small room. The bed he had been put it was hard, but at this point, his throbbing body was appreciative of anything that didn’t involve moving. Narrow, black eyes peered down on him, as an enormous hand scratched at brown, bushy sideburns. A little behind him stood another man, approximately the same size as the first one, with a yellow mustache that rivaled Armstrong’s own. The past day’s events rushed back to him. About Alphonse leaving to meet Winry and Scar’s group, the confrontation with Kimblee and the chimeras, the mineshaft, and the alchemy that had taken years off his lifespan to seal his wound. Looking down, he saw that his midsection had been heavily bandaged, and he rested a hand over where the two chimeras had pulled the bar out after he helped them and sighed. It had just been a bad dream. There was nothing to worry about…right?

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[sassycassie-s-series]

All My Fault 34

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG-11/T- (for violence)

Notes: (Masterlist) At some point I don’t think I’ll be able to link all the chapters because Tumblr hates me. Anyway, I’m rising from the void because quarantine. Enjoy!

Tag List (Open): @batboys-and-other-messes @welovegroot @probsjosh  @spooder-moon​ @lostredrobin @haylo4ever @na-n-na @rachelmorganroth  @reclusive-chicken-nugget​

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26, Ch 27, Ch 28, Ch 29, Ch 30, Ch 31, Ch 32, Ch 33

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I sat on the stairs in the foyer, idly browsing my social media feeds like it was the morning paper—my Cloudburst account was always hopping—and waiting for Bruce to come home. Jon’s Superboy account was logged into finally and he was responding to every Tweet I’d made as Cloudburst, apologizing for not getting on and seeing earlier. Remarking it was nice to see me again after so long. I was smiling at his definite overuse of excited emojis but he was a sweet kid.

The front door opened.

Bruce and Alfred both came in.

I jumped up immediately. “Hi!” I greeted.

“Morning Nora,” Bruce said, sounding like he hadn’t had any coffee yet.

“Good morning, Miss McCloud,” Alfred agreed as I rushed across the foyer to hug them both.

“Morning,” I replied. I dropped onto my heels after tilting up onto my tiptoes to hug Bruce since he was so tall. “How was Metropolis?”

Bruce shrugged. “Hm. Boring,” he said.

I nodded. “I see. Y’know, I'm surprised Clark didn’t come keep an eye on us while you were gone,” I joked.

“Who says he didn’t?” Bruce mumbled, heading straight for the kitchen.

Well, crap. Hopefully Clark didn’t see anything between me and Damian if he did keep an eye on us and report it to Bruce before I could say anything.

“Huh. Fair point,” I relented. “Hey, listen, Bruce? Can we talk?”

“Those words are never followed by good news,” Bruce said, looking grumpy, as he found the half-emptied coffee pot and a mug.

I rolled my eyes. “No. ‘We need to talk’ is never followed by good news. I asked if we can talk and I was careful to phrase it that way,” I retorted. Bruce eyed me irritably over the top of his mug as he took a long drink.

“Okay. Talk,” he said after he swallowed.

I shook my hair out of my face and pushed some of it behind my ear. “Welp, long story short I don’t want to go back to the past, anymore,” I said.

Bruce coughed on his next gulp. “What?” he asked.

I was half-tempted to pull a cranky teenager and say, “You heard me!” but I didn’t. Instead I just shrugged. “I don’t want to go back to the past anymore. I know we still need to close the Time Bombs case and reopen the timeways but once they’re opened I still wanna stay here,” I said. Bruce lowered his eyebrows.

“Why?”

“There are a couple reasons,” I said, trying my best to maintain my cool as my ears grew warm. I covered them with my hair as subtly as I could. Messing with my hair was a quirk of mine so I doubted Bruce would even notice. “One of them is… I think my disappearance is, like, a fixed point in the timeline. Kinda like how in every timeline where Jason meets you as Batman, he ends up dying. Like if I went back to that Time Bomb attack eight years ago, I’d go missing some other way. Maybe then I’d never return.”

“And the other reasons?”

“I don’t want to go back and screw up this future now because messing with time scares me and I don’t know what would happen to you guys,” I continued. Bruce started taking another drink. I waited till he swallowed to continue. “And, lastly, there’s no two ways about it: I’ve fallen in love with Damian and I don’t want to leave him.” I rushed out the last part so it ended up sounding more like, “I’vefallenlovewiDamiananIdonwannaleaveim.”

Bruce had to just stare at me for several long moments while he figured out and processed what I said. During the silent moments I felt my heart rate rising and my hands start sweating nervously.

Once he understood what I said, the staring continued. But this time with raised eyebrows as he figured out what to say.

Finally, he seemed to gather his thoughts. “You’ve… fallen in love… with Damian,” he said.

“Yes,” I said plainly. I kept my sass out of my tone because I didn’t want to provoke him into a parental freak-out and/or a Batdad lecture.

“What?!” he demanded. “When did this happen?”

“Relatively recently,” I answered. “While you were gone.”

“Nora, don’t you think you’re jumping into that lake a little too fast?” he asked.

“B, there’s been attraction between he and I since I got here,” I said. “We just kept staring and sharing these moments of profound closeness and then fighting the feeling that we wanted to be together and I just… I can’t do it anymore.”

“Does he know?”

“I should hope so. The kiss was mutual,” I said, purposely leaving out everything else that happened between his son and me. Ease him into it.

“Oh so you kissed,” he stated.

“Mmhmm,” I said.

There was a pause.

“Are you mad?” I asked finally.

Bruce regarded me for another moment while I twisted a piece of my hair nervously around my fingers. He took a deep breath, set his coffee down, and sighed. “No,” he decided on. “I'm not angry.”

I wondered if I was supposed to ask what he was feeling about the idea of me and Damian dating. Or if he was feeling anything. I wondered if I even wanted to know.

Ultimately, I decided not to say anything. If Bruce wanted to say more, he would.

He took another long drink of his coffee—finishing his mug before pouring himself another one. I picked at the scabs on my knuckles while leaning against the kitchen counter and waiting for him to say something else—to express his approval or disapproval. I licked my lower lip and chewed on it with a crease between my eyebrows.

“Nora, relax,” Bruce said after a moment.

“I…” I said before just trailing off and trying to smooth out my face.

When that didn’t work, Bruce just sighed. “I'm going to go have a word with my son,” he said, taking his coffee with him.

I caught his elbow. “Don’t yell at him, please. We both… we both want this.”

Bruce just set his free hand on the top of my head. “I'm not going to yell, princess,” he said affectionately.

“Promise?” I pressed.

Bruce ruffled my hair. “I promise,” he said before leaving.

I peeled a scab off my knuckles completely—making it bleed again—and headed for the Batcave.

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“Madam, we know it worked,” a man at the table said. “Access to the time-stream has been completely locked down. No one can travel through time except at the normal rate. What more is there to fear?”

The shadowy figure at the head of the table sighed. “Two of the missing from the initial attacks eight years ago returned after the secondary attacks now. Nora McCloud and that vigilante. Stormy or whatever her name is. The short one with the blue accents that isn’t Nightwing. There is no guarantee that the others who went missing aren’t also going to return. The Flash. Impulse. Kid Flash. If the speedsters were to come back, time travel would open up again, meaning the changes we made could be undone.”

“So what do we do?” a councilor asked.

“We capture the vigilante. See what she knows. If she’s found out why we went back to the past, we wipe her memory or take her out.”

“And the McCloud girl? She was the daughter of—”

“We can’t touch her,” the woman at the head of the table snapped. “She is practically the Princess of Gotham. We get close to her and Brucie Wayne will find a way to tear us apart. Besides, she doesn’t know anything about the purpose behind the attacks. If she did, the press would have blown that story waaay up before we could stop her. As it is, they’re too busy debating whether or not she’s dating her foster brother—meaning Little Miss McCloud has no idea.”

“Are you sure about that, ma’am? I just want—”

“Silence! I have spoken to her myself. She knows nothing. We don’t need the fire of that pathetic playboy Bruce Wayne burning under us. Everyone in the city knows how overprotective he is of those kids he takes in.”

“Yes ma’am. Apologies.”

“And if Princess McCloud did know something, she would have told me.” The woman leaned forward, revealing her face in the light. “She doesn’t keep secrets from the people she trusts.”

^^^^^

Damian leaned against the table I was sitting at in the Batcave. “Did he yell at you?” I asked, not looking up.

He chuckled quietly. “No. However he did inform me that he promised you he wouldn’t yell at me. Father is not often in the business of making promises—especially ones he cannot keep. Unless those promises are to his girls. Grayson was right the night you arrived here with me. Father likes his girls more than his boys. He may love us all the same but he likes his girls better.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. “So what did he say to you?”

Damian pushed off the table to find another chair. He sat down near me and took my hand. “He told me you told him how we feel about each other that we wanted to be together. He said he didn’t know what to think or feel about it. We both know it is not his decision on whether or not we choose to pursue a relationship, but I believe his approval and acceptance would be beneficial to both of us. I, for one, would feel guilty attempting to pursue you without his acceptance and I believe you would feel similarly. Though, please correct me if I'm wrong.”

“You’re not,” I said. He rarely was wrong. “I would feel terrible trying to be with you if I knew Bruce really disapproved. He’s like a second father to me and I’ve been trying for years to make sure I make him proud and do right by everything he’s ever done for me.”

Damian sucked the backs of his front teeth. “Tt. I understand and agree.”

Someone cleared their throat nearby. I jumped with a yelp. Damian wasn’t so easily startled and turned in the direction of the noise.

Bruce stood there, barely out of the shadows, arms folded over his chest and watching us.

Dang it, I thought. OG Bats definitely hasn’t lost his stealthy touch.

“Hooowww… how long have you been standing there?” I asked awkwardly, picking at another scab on my knuckles as anxiety took over again.

“Long enough,” Bruce grunted. He pulled a chair over and sat so the three of us formed a loose scalene triangle—none of the distances between us equal. He leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees, hands hanging in empty space between them. “Kids, you two have grown up into mature, responsible young adults. I don’t say it enough, but I am proud of you. Both of you. And… if I seem…” He scrunched his eyebrows, searching for the right words. “Hrn. Hesitant. It’s because you’re my kids. And… and I want you to be happy but…”

“Not with each other?” Damian challenged, eyes narrowing slightly.

Bruce closed his eyes and sighed, reaching one hand up and pinching the bridge of his nose—something Damian had picked up from him, by the looks of it. “That’s not what I meant, son,” he said. “It’s not that I don’t approve. It’s just—”

OOOOOWOP! OOOOOWOP! OOOOOWOP! OOOOOWOP!

A siren started blaring through the cave. “What the heck is that?” I demanded.

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Next (coming soonish)

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[ask-marc-anthony]

Marc-Anthony Origins Part 1

I’m not exactly sure where to start in this ever long, twisting hellish corridor that I can comfortably call my life. Hell, I don’t know if anyone will even believe me because it seems like something out of a Stefan King novel. But, you’re here and I’m here, ready to tell my not so cute little fairytale. Anyways, here goes. To start off my name is Marc-Anthony. If I look familiar, you probably have seen my dad or at least have heard of him. The infamous Caius Volturi. A vampire who ruthlessly hunted down the children of the moon simply because he was almost bested by one. A man who’s looks supposedly could swoon even the most loyal of hearts to commit adultery. A sadistic, unforgiving king of the secret society of vampires.

Well, I’m his offspring. No, no, darling Athenodora isn’t my biological mother, though, I wouldn’t mind if she was. How anything so beautifully angelic like her could be with such a disgusting form of a man like my DNA donor is beyond comprehensible. But, love is silly like that, no? One cannot help the chemical reaction our brain fires off when we fall head over heels for someone.

I’m getting sidetracked here. I’ll speak more about those two in a bit, first I need to back up my story a bit because right now it looks as though you are staring at me in disbelief that the man who personally wanted the cullens to die for the very same act, could even have a hybrid. Now, let me just state that you are hearing this story from a person who possibly couldn’t know these things for I was not born when all of this went down. Instead you are hearing what I've collected my entire life through a series of stories from the coven I have been legally held prison in.

Let's start from before I was even conceived. My mother. I don’t know her name. Mom. Mommy. Mum. Madre. Whatever. She was a modern woman with a love for history. At the same time she loved all things science and art. She was apparently very forward and believed in equality for all. Just started her second year in college studying abroad in - you guessed it- Italy. Tuscany. Volterra of all places.

So, the story goes something like….

~*~*~

“Camera?”

“Check.”

“Wallet?”

“Check.”

“Pepper spray? Taser?”

“Oh my lort. You worry too much.” a short woman who looked no older than nineteen with long raven waves spilling all around her pale, chubby frame chirped, turning towards her brother. Her green irises only amplified by her overall appearance dazzled with a glint of playful mischievousness to them as they gazed at her older brother who returned the same mischievous grin to his younger sister. Unlike his little sister, the brother was tall, in perfect shape, with messy auburn hair and a constant five o'clock shadow. His complexion was slightly darker due to his time spent under the unforgiving rays of the sun. They only similarity between them was their emerald orbs that could charm even the most wildest of beasts.

With a lazy shrug of the older brother's shoulders, he spoke. “One can never be too careful. Especially with all these missing people in Italy. Tourist. And b’sides we are the only family we got in this world.” The raven-haired girl stuck out a lower lip, her shoulders slumped slightly, gazing off to the side to focus on anything else but him. He was right. They had no family to speak of other than each other. They never knew their parents. Left on the doorstep of a church. Classic. They grew up together dodging yardsticks, holy water and confinement time and when the church had enough, they were thrown out onto the streets. Her brother says he remembers their parents. He never spoke highly of them. “It was like two trashbags who decided to have children despite their inability to care about anyone else but themselves.”

“I know, Remy. Look I’ll be safe. We always land on our feet, yeah?”

“Damn right we do, Pepper. Now, let us keep going down the checklist. “Taser?”

“Oh my goood.” With that, the siblings worked side by side going through Peppers bags to make sure she had everything she needed for her year away from home. Remy would be lying if he said he wasn’t going to miss her. But, damned if he wasn’t proud of the accomplishments she achieved. Even if she didn’t see it. He did. From what they came from, she had damn sure surpassed him and every stereotype about orphans. He couldn’t say the same for himself. But, that was a story for another time. It didn’t bother him too much. His best friend loved him and he never missed a meal. Not too bad of a life. Right?

A week later, Remy awoke to the smell of pancakes. A smell he and his sister had the same kind of love for. Running a calloused hand through knotted auburn hair, the male pushed his frame from his bed, covers crumpling to the floor. Squinted green irises gazed through the illuminated house as he made his way to the heavenly smell.

“Mooooorning sleepy head! I made breakfast!” Pepper was in an excited mood for sure. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be up this early. She was the one who valued sleep. Too much sleep even. The kind of person who would wake up and go into the living room to take a nap immediately after.

“It is four-thirty in the morning..” Remy retorted in a groggy tone taking a seat at the small kitchen table. His sister placing down a cup of joe next to him. Elbows resting upon the table, his cheek against his knuckles, the elder brother fought to stay awake. “Didn’t get much sleep. Was up half the night tossing and turning-”

“And the other half playing games with your friends?” The younger of the two added without skipping a beat. Hard not to hear him when their team won an online game. Remy’s face flushed in embarrassment at being called out on his actions his free hand reaching out to grasp the ceramic cup’s handle, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. It was evident on the brother's face that he was nervous about his sister being overseas for an entire year. With limited money, he couldn’t exactly just come and see her.. And then there was the criminal background that prevented him from crossing the borders so easily. “Everything will be okay. I’ll keep in touch. I’ll call you as much as I can. This year will fly by so fast, you’ll want me back out of the house when I returned. It’ll be like I never left.” Remy smiled into his cup, forgoing breakfast she made for now. His stomach was in knots and he feared that if he attempted to put anything in him, that it would end up coming back out. Instead, he just nursed his cup of much-needed energy while his sister sat across from him seemingly vibrating in her seat as she excitedly talked about all the places she wanted to visit while she was there; Pancake particles flying out of her mouth and onto the table.

The drive there seemed too short since there were minimal cars on the freeway. Each streetlamp illuminating the car for the briefest of moments which was perfect for Pepper since she was going through her ‘list of things to get, do and finish before this semester.’ Pepper was always high strung about the littlest things. She needed to have a plan before any action was taken. Remy was only like that when it came to gigs, otherwise, it was more go with the flow for him which of course caused friction between the two at times.  So, it was no surprise that she had a plan for each and every move before she had even stepped foot on the new land.

“Alright.. Try to call me at least once a month. If not more. I know school is busy but, without me being in the same area as you.. It’s-” Remy was cut off abruptly by a little frame throwing herself on him giving one of the biggest hugs he had ever received. His eyes stung as he returned his little sister's hug with his own. He didn’t want to let go. But, he knew she had a flight to catch.

“I will call you as much as I can. Don’t worry. Like I said, this year will fly by so fast.” Pale fingertips pressed into soft cheeks as white teeth flashed a playful grin at the auburn-haired male. “Try to remember how I look now because I’ll look waaay different when I come back!”

“Pep.. you’ve looked the same for the last five years.”

“Shut up. Butt munch. I love you. I’ll call you when I get settled in. I promise. Now, promise me you’ll stay out of trouble and you’ll take care of yourself. Okay?” Pepper scolded the other like a mother would her child, pressing one fist to her hip, her other arm outstretched accompanied by an index finger that pointed directly at him.

Lifting his hands defensively, returning her grin with his own shit-eating one his voice chuckled out. “Look, I can promise the last part, but the first part is asking too much of me. You know I am a troublemaker. Or at least trouble always seems to find me.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I love you too, Pepper. I’ll talk to you when you land and I’ll see you in a year.”

“Bye brother~” Pepper sang as she turned on her heel bouncing off in the direction of TSA.

“No, goodbye makes it sound like I’ll never see you again. It’s see you later.” Remy called out at the bouncing figure who placed her bags onto the X-ray machine. Before she boarded the plane Pepper glanced over her shoulder back at her best friend, flashing him one last smile and giving him one last wave before disappearing into the hall that connected to the plane. Remy couldn’t help but notice how the little girl before him seemed to grow into a woman in a blink of an eye. Returning a wave, his heart hurt and a tear finally escaped out of his eye, sliding down his cheek. “See you in a year, kiddo..” he sighed, taking a seat and watching the plane take off into the nighttime sky. If only he knew that this would be the last time he had ever seen her..

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[sassyshoulderangel319]

Karaoke Date

So my last two MLQC one-shots went from really long to fairly short and this one is solidly in the middle. I recently had a lot of professional musicians tell me I have a good singing voice so this just felt like a lot of fun.

I was sitting in my office when my phone rang. Glancing at the Caller ID and contact photo, Kiro’s smiling face and bright eyes were looking back at me. I picked it up. “Hey Kiro,” I greeted.

“Miss Chips!” Kiro replied happily, like he didn’t think I would answer. I chuckled.

“What can I help you with?”

“I came up with a brilliant idea! Hear me out,” he said dramatically. “You and me: karaoke!”

I blinked. “Uh… Kiro?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re a superstar. Why would you even think that’s a good idea? You get mobbed stepping out your front door. Putting you on a stage in some bar under a bright spotlight and singing a song—even if it’s not one of yours—would be the biggest security risk I can think of. Your agent would kill me if I let you—”

“But that’s the thing! There’s this new karaoke place in town where you’re in individual rooms but your microphone is projected into all the other ones. You can lock the door and sing completely anonymously. I could go in there and sing someone else’s song and no one would know it’s me!”

“I’m pretty sure everyone would know it’s you because they can, y’know, recognize your voice… but I guess you have a point.”

“So you’ll go with me?”

“Sure.”

“Great! I’m gonna come pick you up from work tonight if that’s okay!”

I smiled. “That’s just fine. I’ll be waiting for you.” If that wasn’t the motivation I needed to get everything done in the set work schedule today rather than going overtime, I wasn’t sure what was.

“Why are you smiling, bossman?” Kiki asked.

“A friend is picking me up for karaoke after work,” I said. I purposely left Kiro’s name out of the conversation because I knew Kiki wanted me to date him and I didn’t want her to have a full-scale squeal-fest in the middle of the office when it was this early in the morning.

“Oh have fun!” Kiki said.

“I will. Definitely.”

*****

“Good evening, Miss Chips. Your chariot awaits,” Kiro said, opening the car door for me. It was a nice car—not as expensive as Victor’s but still a piece of art on wheels. He had on a hat and hipster glasses, covering his blond hair and bright eyes, as well as baggy, dark clothes. His jewelry was still the same but I’d only ever seen him without his earrings once or twice, and never without his ring. Not even at the summit. How that hadn’t given him away, I’d never figured that out. Maybe the people at the summit weren’t looking for his telltale styles.

“Hi, Ki—” I greeted, cutting myself off from saying his name. I ducked into his car. “What should I call you tonight?”

He shut the car door once he made sure I was safely in and jogged around the hood to the driver’s side. He slid in himself, so fast he nearly knocked his hat off. He gave me a dazzling smile. “I think tonight I should be… Lee. Just Lee.”

I smiled. “Okay. Lee. How was your day?”

“Long and exhausting, but I’m all better for seeing you.”

What an absolute sweetheart. “Aw. Thanks. I’m better for seeing you too.”

He beamed at me and we drove off. The radio was playing classical music, strings and winds running around each other, competing for dominance and then blending together in a perfect choir.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Kiro said.

“I’m just… listening to the music. I figured you were more of a pop radio guy.”

He snorted. “Just because I sing that stuff doesn’t mean I like listening to it in the car. Classical is so much more interesting. Have you read sheet music?”

“All the time,” I said. “I’m a pianist. And I play the cello a little.”

“Yeah. So you see my point. Pop music is so boring from a sheet music perspective.”

“I agree,” I said, thinking back on when Anna bought me a book of the most popular music of the year for piano and the music was waaay below my skill level and so simple I didn’t even need the music to figure it out by ear.

“Finally. Usually people seem shocked that my own genre isn’t my favorite,” Kiro remarked.

“Well we’re all more complex than people tend to think. We like to put things in boxes, but people never fit in boxes,” I said. Kiro hummed in agreement and kept driving. I realized he was a much safer driver than any other guy I’d been in the car with recently—except maybe Lucien. Gavin was reckless and Victor drove so fast—but Kiro was pretty cautious. I got the feeling that maybe he didn’t drive very often.

We got to the karaoke place in good time. I handled the check-in while Kiro stood just slightly behind me, not making eye contact with anyone but holding my hand. We were escorted to a private room. There was a tablet set into the wall where we could make song selections and order food and stuff.

Kiro locked the door and winked at me. “Don’t wanna be caught by any fans,” he whispered before examining the equipment. There was a bright smile on his face. “Ah, man! It’s been so long since I did something silly and normal like this!”

“Well let’s not waste time, then,” I said, crossing to the tablet set into the wall. “Let’s see… how about…” I started listing off his own song titles with a playful grin on my face. Kiro came up behind me, his torso pressing against my side and one hand resting on my shoulder to read past me.

“No way am I doing one of my own songs. That’s how I get caught,” he said.

I giggled—I couldn’t help it. “I knooow. I’m just playing with you.”

He tsked. “How rude, Miss Chips,” he teased.

I snorted. “How about this one?” I gestured to a song title. “I mean, if you want to do a duet.”

“Of course I do! I can’t wait to hear how good you are!”

I laughed. “Hold your horses, tiger. I can carry a tune but I’m nowhere near your level, Mr. Superstar.”

Before I could say anything else, Kiro reserved the song for us. The tablet gave off instructions so we’d know when it was our turn. Someone else’s slightly-off-key singing was echoing over our speakers. We turned it down a little so we could talk.

We just chatted for a few minutes. There were only two songs before us, according to the queue on the tablet screen.

When we got to be on-deck, Kiro and I took our microphones.

He looked at me as the guitar began. “Tell me somethin’ girl… are you tired of this modern world…” He had such a beautiful, crisp, clear voice. It captivated me and pulled me right in. I stared at those bright blue eyes and could have gone for a swim in them. He sounded incredible. I wondered if anyone recognized his voice.

He sang it better than the original recording with What’s-His-Face. Maybe I just like singing something straight—without overdoing the stylization. Kiro didn’t bother with fancy riffs or vibrato.

It was my turn to pick up with the female part. I cleared my throat away from the mic and then held it close. “Tell me somethin’ boy… aren’t you tired of tryna fill that void…” I started quiet but confident. I knew the lyrics—and even if I didn’t, they were on the huge TV screen that was meant for karaoke. Kiro stared back at me, both of us just holding the other’s gaze.

For the life of me, I couldn’t read his expression.

I held the mic slightly farther away from my mouth so I could let out my full belt. I’d always spoken with a loud voice and accompanying that was a singing voice that could fill a Broadway theater. I’d been taught how to sing quietly, but letting loose felt so much better.

“I’M OFF THE DEEP AND WATCH AS I DIVE IN—I’LL NEVER MEET THE GROU-OU-OUND!”

Kiro stared at me with his jaw going slack. I felt my ears reddening and my voice wavered as though I was performing in front of an audience looking right at me instead of just Kiro.

But he picked up the harmonies perfectly when he was supposed to come in, and he knew them. He didn’t even look at the lyrics on screen. Neither did I. We didn’t need them. I did the vocalization in the middle, slowly building up the volume and then repeated the refrain. Kiro added the harmonies again.

I didn’t realize until the song petered out a few seconds later that we were standing within inches of each other. His warm breath brushed over my face.

I put the mic back on its stand. Kiro did the same. After a few moments, another song started up, signaling to us that our equipment had been turned off. Kiro immediately grabbed my arms with a massive smile on his face.

“Miss Chips!” he exclaimed. “That was amazing! Why didn’t you tell me that you could sing like that! You should come on stage at my next concert!”

I shook my head. “Oh no. I don’t sing in front of crowds that big. I don’t… sing in front of crowds, period. But thanks, Kiro.”

He fell onto the couch in our little room. “I cannot believe you never told me you were that good! You should be in front of the camera as a star—not behind it producing.”

I chuckled and crossed over, standing next to him but turned slightly toward the tablet screen so I could look at the food menu and the other songs. “But I like my job,” I said.

He leaned forward, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me down onto the sofa.

Except he misjudged the angle and I ended up falling right across his lap with a, “Whoa—WHOA!”

He caught me with a hearty laugh. “Whoops! Sorry,” he said, sounding entirely and genuinely unapologetic. But the sparkle in his eyes dissolved my irritation completely.

“It’s fine,” I said.

“We need to make this a regular thing. Come and do karaoke. I can’t go the rest of my life never hearing you sing ever again—you sound so good!”

“Kiro…”

“I’m serious, Miss Chips. It can be our little getaway thing. Or you can come to my place any time you wanna practice. I just… I’ve discovered my new favorite artist,” he said.

I snorted. “Thanks,” I muttered.

He brushed a few strands of my hair out of my face, eyes peering deep into my soul with earnest affection. We froze right there for several moments, someone singing what could have been Welcome to the Black Parade in one of the other rooms. The song was fuzzy though, tuned out as we focused solely on each other.

Heat spread over my face, originating from my ears and crawling down my neck too.

So many thoughts swirled through my head all at once that I couldn’t make sense of any of them. One of them, though, rang out loud and clear, like a bell, as I stared at Kiro’s smiling eyes.

I love you.

The thought pulled me up short and my face got even hotter. I must have been turning bright red. I slowly picked my way off Kiro’s lap and went back to the tablet screen. “Want to get something to eat?” I asked. “I’m hungry.” I hoped that would be the end of it. Not that I wasn’t enjoying the moment but… I wasn’t ready to say those three words out loud yet. Kiro was… a great guy and I really liked him but he was so busy all the time. I didn’t know if I wanted to get involved in a relationship with a superstar.

If there was ever a way to get thrust into the spotlight without being a public artist myself, that was it.

“Something wrong?” Kiro asked gently at the sudden change.

“No. Just hungry. Haven’t eaten since noon and it’s…” I glanced at the clock on the tablet screen. “Holy—wow. It’s seven-PM. No wonder I’m getting a little woozy. I haven’t eaten in forever.”

Kiro pressed against my side again as I browsed the food menu. We picked what to eat and I returned to the sofa. Kiro stayed at the tablet for a second though, scrolling through songs.

“Wow,” he said. “They have a lot of my songs here.”

I snickered. “Everyone loves your songs and wants to sing them, I guess,” I said.

He turned and fell back onto the sofa next to me. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No!”

“Well—it’s just—you just—you went all red and got up like I… like I did something wrong.”

“It was nothing you did, I promise,” I said. “It was just… I felt like you were looking right into my soul. I psyched myself out.”

Kiro smiled. “Maybe I was looking into your soul,” he teased.

I defaulted to playful mode to get over the awkward. “Oh yeah? Did you like what you saw?”

He leaned incredibly close to me. “I loved it,” he said seriously, so breathy it was almost a whisper. Immediately my heart hammered against my sternum so hard I thought it might break my ribs.

There was that piercing look again. The one where he was seeing the contents of my heart and soul laid bare. He was so close that if I barely shifted forward I could kiss him.

Over the speakers, someone was singing one of Kiro’s love songs—one I’d listened to… way too many times. Especially on days I was feeling lonely or down on myself. It was hard, even over a recording, not to feel like Kiro was singing right to my heart. Singing for me and only me.

And I’m sure everyone who listened to that song felt the same way.

The karaoke singer definitely didn’t have the nuance of Kiro’s voice, nor Kiro’s charm, but they sounded good.

But all of that was at the very back of my mind while the artist himself was looking at me like he was trying to shine his sunlight on the deepest, darkest depths of my heart.

And there was that thought again, amongst the too-fast swirling other thoughts.

I love you.

Feeling impulsive—and knowing we had quite a while to wait for food to come—i leaned forward, closing the distance between us.

He met me with enthusiasm, his fingers sliding into my hair. I felt the ring on his right finger brush my left earlobe. My nose was squished against his cheek, letting me smell his skin. I couldn’t tell if I recognized his aftershave or not but it had a sharp sweetness to it.

Just like him.

His fingers flexed in my hair, pulling me even closer to him. I relaxed against him, letting him take the lead.

“I love you,” I breathed against his lips. “I’ve fallen for you hard. And I don’t intend to try to get up.”

He chuckled, his eyelashes brushing my cheek, not pulling away from me either. “I love you too,” he replied. “Every love song I ever wrote pales in comparison to how I actually feel for you. I never had the proper experience to write about being in love accurately until I fell for you.”

#Kiro is one of my two favorites #MLQC #MLQC FanFiction #MLQC Imagine #MLQC Kiro #Mr. Love Queen's Choice #Mr. Love Queen's Choice Imagine #Mr. Love Queen's Choice FanFiction #is this pure fluff or what? #like #wow #I impress even myself sometimes #at how CHEESY I can be #happy cavities #(from how sweet this is) #if there are any typos... #just deal with it #the game is riddled with them #consider it me being true to source material #LOL XD