#but no one wants to see that they just want to go heehee ghosts in your blood do cocaine about it

[mangowafflesss]

TF141 reaction to the new member of their team beating their ass during training not expecting her to be so skillful (it's a little hard to explain but basically since they're stronger and bigger than her she uses her speed and flexibility to her advantage), she's been transferred because of her skills after all 💪💪

(I love ur writings btw ty for making my day with them heehee <3)

JSOSNHUXUXB YOU MAKING ME BLUSHHHH ANON 🤭 I AM SO BAD AT WRITING FIGHTS OMG

You didn't feel like going to the gym this morning but with multiple complaints from Price you thought you better go.

You've been putting off training with the rest of the taskforce because of the sole reason of not wanting them to underestimate you. You were a good fighter, thanks to your old captain for training you to be exactly that.

You rounded the corner to where the gym was and saw them all stretching through the window of the door. You let out a deep sigh as you pulled open the heavy door.

"There you are! thought you weren't going to show"

You ignored Soaps annoying laughter and headed over to where Price currently was helping Gaz with something.

"Captain. Garrick" You gave them a nod and they both turned to look at you. Price was the first to talk to you and told you to go over to the sparring mats. He also told the others and you all stood in a circle, watching one another.

"Now everyone's here were going to do a group sparring session"

"What? so we just fight each other together?"

"Last one standing wins"

You nod to yourself as you stretch your limbs so you don't end up getting cramp or hurting yourself. You look at all the others in the group and try to come up with a plan, your main priority would be Ghost and then the others after but if that doesn't work then who ever is closest.

You got into position and kept a distance from the others who will most definitely go for one another first. The whistle was blown and surprisingly Gaz went for you but you dodged his arm that came your way and swept his feet from under him, taking him out of the competition.

You saw Soap attempting to take down Ghost so you snook up on the masked man and as you got close he pushed Soap away and grabbed your arm, you used your legs to try and get him off balance while pushing your body weight against him. He lets you go briefly and you run out of the way of him grabbing you again.

You ran into Soap in the way and twist around him while grabbing both of his arms behind him, you trip him over with your leg and effectively bring him down to the ground.

You heard him grumble and complain under his breath as he left the sparring mats to join the others.

It was just you and Ghost left and he looked at you as if he was going to kill you. He charged at you but you were too fast at dodging his advances.

You were in a different world, thinking about how to take him down and as you came back to reality you were breathlessly panting above a floored Ghost. His arms were spread out above his head as he looked to be winded from falling down to the ground.

You saw Price come towards you and he had a big smile on his face "congratulations, you win" he claps you on the shoulder and you just smile awkwardly as you see the others approach.

"Nice work what you did with Ghost, I'm glad you got me out first"

"You're a good fighter lass, next time me and you alone. Your going down"

You laugh at Soaps attempt at being intimidating but he just walks away to go workout with Gaz.

You bend down to pick up your water bottle and feel a presence behind you. Turning around you see Ghost who just tells you well done and then leaves you be.

You decide to stay and workout while your here and prepare in your mind for a spontaneous round two with Soap.

#captain john price x reader #price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader

[rokhal]

Eli Morrow is a dumbass

Can’t remember if I already did a meta on this, but while Eli is a serious intellectual threat in All-New Ghost Rider, his opponents are two teenaged boys, one of whom is intellectually disabled. It’s like that tiktok where the guy brags about sueing a nine-year-old and winning.

Here is Robbie’s first fight against an opponent who is an equal threat to the Ghost Rider. Eli encourages Robbie to charge at Grumpy head-on, and Grumpy promptly kicks them ass-over-teakettle.

Robbie asks Eli for help as he grapples with Grumpy, but all Eli gives him are platitudes (”Don’t play his games, Robbie!”) and unhelpful analysis (”Sonofabitch is too strong”). When Robbie summons the car to slam Grumpy away, Eli cheers him on, distracting Robbie from how useless Eli’s contributions so far have been.

See, it wasn’t that he had no idea what to do or what their actual powers and limits were, it’s that he was just waiting for Robbie to figure the answer out himself! Just like Master Reigen does for Mob

Eli doesn’t really know how much trouble he and Robbie are in, but he doesn’t want Robbie to back away from the fight. The practical reason for them to fight Grumpy is to eliminate the Charger’s legal owner by getting Robbie to kill him in self-defense, which doesn’t work because they lose. The encounter is also an opportunity for Eli to test-drive their powers and get a feel for how to subvert Robbie’s control. Eli doesn’t know how strong they are, and he doesn’t know everything they can do. He throws Robbie unprepared into a fight that he doesn’t know they can win, giving Grumpy a good look and feel for them, and potentially putting them at a disadvantage in a future rematch (which luckily for them, never happens).

tl;dr Eli doesn’t know exactly how his and Robbie’s powers work and he prefers to push Robbie into fights so he can see what happens and avoid  admitting his own ignorance.

So, Eli is new to this whole possessing-a-human-revenant-car-fire-demon-guy thing. Understandable. We haven’t even gotten to the real dumbassery: hunting down Yegor Ivanov.

If you want to know who someone is, look at their friends. Not just who their friends are, but how their friends treat them. Yegor Ivanov treats Eli like a stooge.

Eli’s initial attack on Yegor’s club was...impulsive, but in his defense, he didn’t know how much or how little time he had in control of Robbie’s body, since Robbie passed out in gym class. Could be a year, could be a couple hours. He bet on it being all night, and if it weren’t for Johnny Blaze’s intervention, it would have been all night, and Yegor Ivanov would be dead. But Johnny Blaze did intervene. The next time he and Robbie switched, Robbie started off conscious, and quickly began to surface again. Robbie proved able to grab control of their hand at inconvenient moments.

OK, this is a bad setup for Eli. Yegor did not know this. Eli did and carried on anyway. Whatever. Yegor’s super sophisticated crime-kingpin plan to lure Eli into a trap was to call him on his phone and invite him.

Does. Does Eli think he’s going to get the jump on Yegor here?

Heehee! My buddy Yegor who ratted me out to the cops thinks he’s gonna hire me for a job like old times! Even though I already announced myself by name and told him I was going to kill him and demonstrated all my demonic powers!

Surely, Yegor is calling me because he has a job, not because he has prepared countermeasures for my supernatural nature. He will be so surprised when I shank him!

Or, alternatively, he might know this is a trap and figure that he’ll just improvise his way out of it. Which would be excusable, except for the fact that Robbie is awake and fighting him for control by the time he actually leaves the house.

Yeah, that looks just like what you want to have happen when you’re riding a concussed teenager to a mob meet and you don’t even have a gun. To suddenly lose control of your weapon arm just when you’re about to get revenge on your hated enemy.

Eli shows up at the agreed-upon meeting-place, without negotiating for a more favorable spot or a two-hour delay to knock over a gun store or anything. You could hide an entire army of super-powered teenagers in that warehouse.

He shows up alone to a one-on-one with his “old friend,” who is by now a very important person in the local crime scene. Yegor probably never shows up alone anywhere. This should be incredibly suspicious. Eli’s confident enough in his own powers to believe he’ll just fireball his way out of a few armed goons, but by this time, he knows that Yegor knows what he can do!

And Eli’s not at his best right now. Remember, Robbie is also awake!

WHAT DID HE THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN??????

Anyway. Yegor Ivanov, the guy who knew Eli best while he’d been alive, asked Calvin Zabo to help spring the most obvious, low-effort trap possible to eliminate him. And Eli walked right into it. (See: army of super-powered teenagers.)

Did. Did Eli think they were actually friends or something? Did he think Yegor had a soft spot for him for old time’s sake that Eli could exploit???? I mean???

In conclusion: this is no criminal mastermind.

#all-new ghost rider #meta #my meta #eli morrow #yegor ivanov

[macarensesangles]

maerchen route pt 1 let's go

this is going to be a long post bc i dont want to spam your dash. so buckle up

we start with our beloved mc princess of the horizon getting lost in the woods. natch.

oh shit who could this be

the thing about maer's route in this game is that he's pulling an emet-selch on you the whole time and thinks you're elisabeth. and you have to deal with that.

this was before the ACTUAL ALBUM CAME OUT!!!!! so the artist had no way of knowing he was totally amnesiac and didn't actually recall who elisabeth was, NOR that the other main conceit of the route (that you're Her Descendant (spoiler alert)) would never work bc elisabeth never got married (and nein reveals that even if she had she's infertile), but it's kind of funny anyway. like what compelled her to do it like this knowing full well the album would come out in like december of that year. like idoido came out in june or july

anyway i don't remember what the correct dialogue options are. this route was always a major pain in the ass compared to the others, like, it's MUCH harder and you do get stuck in circular arguments with maer not infrequently if you're not careful. i'm going to tell him i'm definitely not elisabeth though let's see where that gets me

ok

i love this dialogue option bc how do you say o.O out loud. im going to do that to him.

i think the first dialogue option is the one that pisses him off? i don't remember, but the reason this route is "dangerous" is because if you say the wrong shit and make him too mad he just arbitrarily kills you. or i guess possesses you? i would click it but i kind of don't want to get the bad ending bc this one is sooooo long and if you fuck up you have to start from the beginning

i hate that im still sitting here like heehee maer cute <3 also i never paid attention to it the first go round but i like the design of his dialogue boxes a lot

im in the danger zone now bc i vaguely remember one of these lines making him frantic but i'm not sure which one.....augh. i'm picking the second one

DON'T MAKE ANGRY EYEBROWS AT ME!!! BABE!!!!!!

i would never say no to banging a ghost.

WHY IS HE BLUSHING I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING BLUSHWORTHY....

even with not screenshotting it every 2 seconds getting thanatos' good ending was way faster than this. god. anyway there's obviously only one good option here. i think maybe im instinctually remembering how to do this route correctly.

it's ok baby i'm here to make something so lgbt happen to you

i'm picking the third option, but i think the first works too? i don't remember. i haven't even scratched the surface of this one if you piss him off enough elise shows up. why this route is far and away the longest i have no idea. maybe that was for me. maybe it was doen for me

awww <3

picking the second one bc i feel like i always pick the second one but if it gets me the bad ending i'm going to throw myself off a cliff

tumblrista voice I CAN FIX HIM. (except he's right.)

OBVIOUSLY i'm picking the second one, but the first one is also a real ending you can get. why you have the option to get cucked in this route i'll never know.

well. i say i'm picking the second one, but i clicked on it like 12 times and it didn't work, so i think i have no choice

she shows up in her own ending and also in the protag/maer ending dont worry. i can still turn this around THIS IS HOW MC/MAER CAN STILL WIN

im obviously not getting passed up in my own romance fantasy.

I DID IT IN ONE TRY #MLG

oh i hit image limit. fuck. hold on.

[seekingthestars]

Hello I hope at least 3 super good things happen to you today!!!

well hello this was very cute 🥺💞 thank you!!! 💞💞💞 you did not ask but i'm counting my 3 good things heehee:

figured out a design at work! huzzah! it's one of many in a big campaign i'm designing all the assets for and it looks super cute, i hope clients like it 🥺

another deliverable in that campaign got shelved! HUZZAH!! i've been stressin' bc they want so many things very quickly so honestly client deciding they no longer want one of the things was great news to me today lolololol

got a cute little sleepy hello kitty figure out of a blind box toy thing i bought on a whim and i love her, she's so little and cute and sleepy just like me!!!!

(bonus 1!!) you know those pillsbury ready to bake sugar cookies with the little seasonal designs on them? i bought some (pumpkins AND ghosts bc they were on sale) and baked them (just pumpkins for now, ghosties for later) and munched on them and they made me v happy, there's just something about those things that i love

(bonus 2!!) got to watch going seventeen!! chaotic rock paper scissors competition is fun heehee

(bonus 3!!) making plans with friendlings to go see some baby red pandas on saturdayyyy 🤩

#anon #answer #I HOPE AT LEAST 3 SUPER GOOD THINGS HAPPEN TO YOU TODAY TOO ANON #you deserve all the super good things!!! #thank u for being a lil bit of sunshine in my inbox~ ☀️ #three whole bonus things!!! #at first i thought three might be hard (not bc it was a bad day today it just didn't feel like anything stuck out) #but then i started and!! just kept going!! #i should do this more often. focus on the happy bits. the shiny parts of the day.

[subwaywardeningo]

heehee (i'd do it for emmet but most of what he'd have is the bad stuff </3)

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"You said I could keep a Pokemon," Ingo snaps, clutching the little [???] in his arms. She seems quite happy, being held close to his chest, a soft chill emanating from the purple flame atop her head. It's summer, so Ingo finds the sensation quite pleasant, especially with the way he finds his anger makes him run hot.

"I'm not saying that you can't," [???] says placatingly, holding his big hands up in an attempt to keep this from escalating. "This wasn't the plan, though. I was going to help you pick a starter that's safer, and easier to care for. Not a [???]. You're lucky it didn't just lead you into the woods and kill you, Ingo. Wild ghost types can be dangerous."

His [???] specializes in dragons, so of course he doesn't know much about ghosts, but Ingo still bristles. "They only do that when they're starving, or to bad people who hurt them," he informs [???] through gritted teeth. At his side, [???] nods. As always, they're a team. He isn't likely to actually jump into the argument (and actually, considering that it is an argument, he probably can't even speak right now) but it makes Ingo feel better to know that his [???] is by his side.

"She's a young Pokemon, by the looks of her. She probably doesn't even know her own strength. It would be completely an accident, but she could still hurt you if she took too much of your life force. It's my job to keep you boys safe. Let her go, and we can find you a different Pokemon. Maybe you can even take one of the eggs from my [???]'s brood, they're about ready to hatch."

"I'm not putting her back. She likes me. She knows me, and she wants to go with me, and she's never hurt me before." Ingo's feet are planted firmly, stubbornly on the floor, as if through sheer power he could make [???] let him keep the Pokemon he's already bonded with.

[???] stops, looking a bit taken aback. "You've been running off to visit a [???]?" he asks incredulously. "Ingo, I thought you were coming down with a cold! You need to tell me these things."

"You wouldn't have let me. I would have been in trouble. I know I probably am in trouble now, but I care less about getting in trouble than I care about keeping her." He pauses, then switches tracks. "Doesn't this prove that she does know how to control herself?"

He knows that the argument took longer than this, but it was so circular, his mind cuts pieces of it away. In the end, he sees his [???], this broad, powerful man, just sigh and bow his head.

"Fine. You'll have to make some lifestyle changes, though. Since you plan to battle with her, she's going to need more energy than you think so that she can grow and train. If you insist on keeping a Pokemon that feeds off of you, you'll need to start eating more. Healthy foods, too, not just Pecha berries and Torchic nuggets, you hear me?"

Normally, the thought of varying his diet would have filled Ingo with dread, but now he just nods eagerly. Anything to keep his friend by his side. She makes some sound in his arms that he can only consider melodic. It's a happy sound, and to him, it's one of the most beautiful in the world.

"Thank you, [???] [???]! I promise, I will do my utmost to care for her. I'm going to name her [???]."

[mockerycrow]

Hello! Hope your day is going good! I would like to request a ‘who would you ship me with’ for the CoD guys if they’re still open.

I am a tattoo artist with a big passion for art in general. I spend most of my time working but I like to craft and garden in my spare time.

One of my favourite things to do it go for long walks and look for cool things like bones and edible plants and herbs (I’m a bit of a hippy heehee).

In terms of personality I like to think I’m very laid back but I am stressed all the time, that being said I wouldn’t necessarily call myself high-strung. I try really hard to be kind and see the best even when it can be a struggle. I also am always joking around I LIVE to make people laugh and feel good :)

Despite my stress I’ve been described as a very calming and fun person to be around. I carry myself in a very professional and formal manner around those I don’t know, which can seem a little off putting at first. I am a big history buff with special interest in the Victorian era so it bled into my daily life and I literally walk around like a fancy Victorian lady with ‘Disney princess hands’.

Appearance isn’t very important but it is fun! I am just over average height and chubby, with olive skin and lots of tattoos. I have a more alternative look that’s been described as a kindergarten teacher at a school for forest witches, so I guess like a hippy goth haha!

Anyways, I appreciate your time, thank you! ❤️✨

I ship you with…

Simon “Ghost” Riley!

These are temporarily closed. I am answering the ones I had in my inbox from when I opened them last time. Please do not request one right now. Thank you.

I ship you with Ghost! I imagine he met you through you being a tattoo artist, as he adorns several tattoos of his own.

I think he would appreciate your lifestyle; he also works a lot and he wouldn’t want an S/O who doesn’t understand that he would be away a lot.

I think your hobbies would be interesting to him; he wouldn’t exactly understand the bone collection and I think he would be blunt about it.

He watches you garden your plants and one day, you’re sick for a good few days and realize you didn’t take care of your garden; you rush out there and find out everything has been taken care of for you.

Ghost is also a constantly stressed person, so he understands your struggle.

He appreciates that you aren’t strung up all the time.

Ghost tells you his dad-like jokes, including his military ones after he finds out you like to make people laugh.

I imagine Ghost has been with the military so long that he forgets not everyone will laugh at his “half a dog” joke.

Ghost really likes how you are calm. Like Price, I imagine if Ghost wanted an s/o, they need to be the calm outside of the chaos he lives in everyday.

He doesn’t mind your style, in fact he secretly loves it because you’re happy with it.

He quietly listens to your history facts and I can see him exchanging his history facts of his own; not of the same subject, though.

#call of duty #cod #modern warfare two #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost mwii #simon riley #simon ghost riley #call of duty mwii #cod mw ghost #mw2022 #mw2 #cod mw2 #mw2 fanfic #mwii #mw2 2022 #mw2 ghost #i ship you with…

[yanderefictinallove]

Novacaine Yan! Dentist Muzan x Reader

Reader is female

WARNING ⚠️

The following includes, drugging, anxiety, anxiety attacks, mentions of dead bodies, angst, Demon Michael Jackson, heehee

Tw: anxiety, gore, panic attacks read at your own risk

This story is recommended for disrespectful teens like me..so yeah keep that in mind, my adult readers are welcome too

     It's not that painful, so why the hell are you crying?!

I was sitting in the waiting room dreading having to see him again, my anxiety is through the roof. I wanna cry…

I wanna cry

I must cry

I need to cry

I NEED to cry

It's not that I hate going to the dentist, I'm not even getting a tooth pulled, it's just the dentist himself, he makes me uncomfortable. I feel like he locks the door anytime I go in there with him. The looks he gives me are very scary and even sometimes perverted. Yes, I tried to switch dentists, but for some reason I always ended up with him.

I always get a bad feeling in my gut when I see him. 

"Y/N L/N!!"

My name just got called, i'm so scared, i don't wanna go, i can't go, but the nurse is waiting. And other people are waiting. Not to mention it's 7:30 in the morning and I woke up at 6:00 for this. 

I stood up, fear filling my whole body as I was guided to the room where he was waiting for me.

i can't breathe 

I cant breath 

I cant breath

I want to breathe 

I need to breathe

The assistant stopped in front of the door and had the words "Kibutsuji" on it, oh no…please someone help me…i don't want to…

She pulled the handle, and opened the door, the world was going slower by the second I could hear my heartbeat in my head, I wanted to vomit. 

As soon as she leaves I'll tell him I have to use the bathroom then make a run for it. My eyes widened.

He was not in there

I felt relieved at the sight in front of me. Thank god he was not there. " Please wait here until he arrives, it will only be a moment, please have a seat" the lady walked away. I glanced around the room and set my sight on the tools, they all looked mighty sharp and dangerous…like they hurt.

But

The main thing I noticed in the room was a syringe full of liquid and right next to it was the liquid inside, I walked toward it and tried to read the label…'Novacaine'. Weird.. why would he need that if he was just cleaning my teeth, right next to it was something that read 'Anastasia'...my anxiety came back…why does he have that, all i want is to get my teeth clean..so why are these in his possession at the moment.

"Welcome back Ms. L/n~"

I heard that dreadful voice, it was coming from behind me, I looked behind me , I saw no one, I turned around again and I saw him…multiple of him all holding rope and syringes, I ran out the door and saw all the walls peeling. The nurses and people in the waiting room looked like they were decaying and sickly. I started to puke, just as I reached the front door, I was pulled back by two sets of arms, they were holding me down, while one was removing my clothes, he said with i calm and warm and twisted smile…" Don't be afraid you're making things worse, I should know cause I'm the doctor here~" he grabbed onto my bottoms. Everything fades to black

I opened my eyes and saw everything was normal and Mr. Kibutsuji was just doing his job, no corpses, no rope, and I still have my clothes on. I'm hella confused…

"Oh you are awake, how are you feeling?"

I didn't respond 

"You must have forgotten where you are, must be side affects to the Anastasia…oh well~"

I sat up to look around, I saw the door and my eyes were not deceiving me…it was locked and the window was covered.

I turn to look at him and see him with a cloth in his hand, he puts it over my mouth without giving me time to collect my thoughts.

"It seems we need to have an extended appointment over at my house, immediately🖤" that's all I heard before I blacked out…

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This fanfic was inspired by: Creep P, GHOST song "Novacaine"

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#fanfic #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji #demon slayer #yanderefictionallovewrites #yandere muzan #kny #modern au

[hulijingemperor2]

Rusong's birthday 🎂 part 2~~

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Pine Pavillion📍

Jinling, Song'er and friends had just finished eating their bellies full.

Jingyi: c...can someone die from a food coma? If I die, I want Jinling ti read my eulogy.

Jingyi: no way! Behave!

Sizhui: I'm not sure that's possible, Jingyi.

Rusong: heehee, don't be so dramatic. *burps softly*

Jinling: he's always overreacting.

Jingyi: I think I'm under reacting.

Jinling: is under reacting even a word.

Jingyi: yea! Under and reacting are two words. So two words will make one word. That's reproduction, Jinling.

Rusong: oh my.

Jinling: Song'er Goodluck with him. If Xiao shushu adopts him.

Rusong: I will have a ball.

Jingyi: and I'll have mantous. Maybe a little wine!

Ouyang Zizhen: *plunging jnto the pool* Rusong! You're living the life. You got an indoor pool.

Rusong: yup. And a personal hot spring.

Jingyi: *sobs* I want to be a prince so badddd.

Ouyang Zizhen: same! All I have to deal with is a cranky dad. He's obsessed with me becoming sect leader.

Rusong: do you want to?

Ouyang Zizhen: yea of course!! But A-Die is just cranking my style. I want to be free!!

Jingyi: Master Qiren is worst than your cranky dad. Rusong, I don't need a sugar daddy. I need a sugar emperor.

Sizhui: oh my goodness.

Jinling: stop being gross. And do you know what that mean.

Ouyang Zizhen: a sugar~~

Jinling: don't tell him.

Jinling: I'm also a Dianxia but I want to be a sect leader like Jiujiu!

Jingyi: all hail sect leader princess.

Jinling: *rolls eyes*

Sizhui: you'll be a cute sect leader Jin.

Rusong: definitely.

Ouyang Zizhen: I know that Rusong is going to rule the world, Jianghu and The fox spiri empire. With those dimples, looks, sharp tongue and intellect. He'll have the Jianghu crawling.

Do you see how powerful his A-Die is!

Jingyi: the guy (Yao Huangdi) almost fried guangshan with hot guqin strings.

Rusong: it was a little sizzle. Not much.

What's your future, Sizhui?

Sizhui: well I'm hoping to find the Wen remnants with uncle Ning. Maybe I can start a reformed Wen sect. But in the Lan clan, I don't know if I may be the sect leader some day. Well, if it's in my fate, I accept.

Rusong: aww lovely!

Ouyang Zizhen: Lan Qiren is basically immortal now lol! He's not giving up for anyone.

Jingyi: woww. Sizhui you're gonna bring back the WENS?!! You're revolutionary!

Sizhui: mhm. But they're going to be good. Also they'll be more like auntie Qing.

Helping, cultivating and treating people.

Wei qianbe said that auntie Qing was a doctor, so she refused to fight with the Wens.

Jingyi: girlboss.

Ouyang Zizhen: I agree.

Jinling: I wish you the best.

Sizhui: thanks.

Jingyi: you, Jinling and Rusong have some powerful uncles.

Ouyang Zizhen: I know right.

Rusong: heehee, it's indeed a random blessing.

Jinling: yea. Got to love those random uncles.

Sizhui: if someone lay a finger on me, my ghost general uncle can rip them to shreds. Just saying.

Jingyi: *astonished* bro.

Jingyi: when Rusong become Huangdi, you become sect leader Wen/Lan, you become sect leader Ouyang and sect leader Jin, I'm gonna drink and party so much for you guys!

Here I'm planning to be Hanguang Jun 2.0. I want to reach the perfection that IS Hanguang Jun.

Rusong: good luck. *smile* I'm sure you'll meet the perfection of your idol.

I still have a grudge though.

Jingyi: whyyy?!! Sorry I forgot. When I think about food, I forget everything else.

Rusong: he attacked my A-Die and insulted my uncle Su.

A-Die and I had to remind him everyday that he's valued.

Sizhui: awww.

Jingyi: I hear you man. Anyways I can't argue with you. Cuz you're hot. I mean because you're my bro!

Ouyang Zizhen: *wiping his wet hair* yea Rusong is kinda hot. *coughs*

Rusong: exactly. And you would lose an argument with me.

Jingyi: I admit.

It's the dimples.

Ouyang Zizhen: always. And that way of speech.

Rusong: I didn't ask A-Die to give me those qualities ok!

Ouyang Zizhen: other than dimples, you're still good-looking.

Jinling: Rusong is a chick magnet.

Rusong: not true.

Jingyi: no wonder ouyang zizhen is  single. Rusong keeps taking away the ladies.

Ouyang Zizhen: Dianxia!! That isn't cool.

Rusong: Zizhen, you'll find a girl who likes you, don't worry.

Do you want me to link you with some fox spirits?

Ouyang zizhen: yes yes yes! I do!!!

Rusong: rich? Educated? Uneducated? Performer? Teacher? Who do you want.

Ouyang Zizhen: any one. Once she's pretty and around my age.

Rusong: ok then. I'll sunmon two.

Ouyang Zizhen: you can summon hulijings???!!

Rusong: uh...duh.

Jinling: of course he can, idiot. only imperial hulijings can summon them.

Rusong: but you got to do something for me in return.

Ouyang zizhen: what's that?!!

Rusong: in the future, you and your sect got to assist the Huyao empire.

Ouyang Zizhen: of course. And we're already besties.

Rusong: glad doing business with you.

Jingyi: Rusong knows politics, lol.

Jinling: he's Xiao shushu's son after all.

Xiao shushu has all the sect leaders in a chokehold.

Rusong: and one thing. *gives him a talisman pendant* keep this with you.

So that your energy won't be sucked out.

Ouyang Zizhen: thanks!

You're so cool, Rusong.

Rusong: also they won't misbehave with you because it got the Dianxia ceal

Jingyi: wow

Sizhui: aww, Wangzi privileges.

Ouyang Zizhen: this guy is top tier.

Do your A-Die have that?!

Rusong: yea yea. He does.

His ceal is the highest there is.

Jinling: obviously Zizhen!

Afterwards, two fox spirits appeared and bowed to Rusong.

Greetings Dianxia.

Rusong: rise please. Huifen, Li mei.

Yes Dianxia.

Li mei: happy birthday, Dianxia.

Huifen: sorry, we haven't brought any gifts for you.

Ouyang Zizhen: *sobs* they're flirting with Rusong.

Jinling: no they're not!

Jingyi: you're screwed, dude.

Rusong: thank you for the wishes. And it's ok if you didn't bring gifts.

My friend Ouyang Zizhen, the soon to be sect leader wants to have a few friends, hence I called you guys here.

Huifen: sure. As you wish.

We'll keep him company.

Li mei: he's really really cute after all.

Ouyang Zizhen: *blushing*

Li mei: but not as cute as our Dianxia.

Rusong: *laughing* you guys.

Jingyi: lol.

Sizhui: go talk to them, Zizhen.

Ouyang Zizhen: but they're too pretty.

Sizhui: you got this. And they said you're cute.

Rusong: *sits and pours himself some wine* ahh, what an amazing birthday.

Ouyang Zizhen: so! *wraps his arms around the two hulijings* where are you guys from?!

Huifen: Nanjing.

Li mei: Luoyang. But my family lives in Yunping.

Ouyang: ohh. Have you guys been to Bailing? That's where I'm from. *wink*

Both: no. *giggling*

Ouyang zizhen: so are you guys rich? Not that it matters.

Li mei: my dad is the minister of revenue.

Huifen: I'm a dancer.

Ouyang zizhen: aww!! So you're the talented one, Fenfen.

Li mei: hey, don't say that. I'm talented too. Not only my cousin.

Ouyang zizhen: wow you guys are cousins?

What do you do, mei?

Li mei: I can do embroidery. And I own an embroidery shop.

Ouyang zizhen: beautiful.

I'm going to be sect leader soon!

Li mei: ahh, that's great. Do you want some fox spirit help?

We're very benevolent.

Huifen: we become servants, and help your business prosper.

But then if you misuse your power, then that's when the chaos begins.

Li mei: we love scholars, merchants and powerful people. But we love to tease the rotten ones.

Ouyang zizhen: that's kinda hot of you two.

Both: *blushing*

Ouyang zizhen: nah, I don't want you guys as fox spirit servants. I want you as my girlfriends. My Ouyang Furen.

Huifen: omg! Ouyang Gongzi. Stop it.

Li mei: heeehee. We'll be anything you want.

Jingyi: he got them.

Jinling: huh, surprising. I hope they don't break up with them.

Jingyi: or the other way around.

Rusong: but they're really cute together.

I ship them.

Jinling: are they pretending just because it's your order?

Rusong: nah. If they didn't like him, they would have just told me and I would give them permission to go back home.

Jingyi: *Eating again* man I'm hungry again.

Huifen and Li mei: *hugging ouyang zizhen*

Ouyang zizhen: *awestruck* you two smell nice.

Li mei: thank you!!

Huifen: I feel like I can feast on your energy but you got the Dianxia ceal on you.

Ouyang zizhen: yea. I'm friends with your Dianxia.

Huifen: waw.

Li mei: what did you get him for his birthday?

Ouyang zizhen: uhhh......*blushing*

Rusong: guys, he got me a ceramic ornament. Don't worry.

Both: *cheering* Ouyang gongzi is so rich and generous!!

Ouyang zizhen: (thanks for helping me Rusong. Im nervous around them)

If I marry you two, would you suck out my energy?

Li mei: no darling.

Huifen: we love you too much to do that.

Ouyang zizhen: *laughing* right!

Huifen: here's some liquor, Gongzi.

Ouyang zizhen: thank you very much! Now tell me, what gifts do you like?

Huifen: anything pretty.

Li mei: anything I can put in my hair.

Ouyang zizhen: awww.

Another fox spirit girl appeared, and went to Rusong's side.

Dianxia!!

Rusong: hi, Biyu.

Biyu: *bows* happy birthday, Dianxia.

Rusong: thank you. Have a seat.

Biyu: *sits next to him*

Jingyi: you got one for you too?!!

Rusong: yea.

Do you guys want a fox spirit?

Jingyi: *blushing* NO!

Sizhui: I'm good, Rusong.

Jinling: Jiujiu might scold me.

Rusong: ok.

Biyu, what would you like? Tea or wine?

Biyu: wine, Dianxia. If I said tea, then you would have to make it. And I can't put my Dianxia through that.

Rusong: so be it. *pours some wine* here you go.

Biyu: a toast to you.

Rusong: *smile*

You're too kind.

Biyu: *hugs hand* hulijing Dianxia, anything you need? You're the boss.

Rusong: nothing, thank you.

Anyways, here's a jade hairpin, and $400. *wink*

Biyu: awwww thanks for the gifts! But I'm the one who's supposed to get you something.

Rusong: haha, there's no need.

Biyu: *blushing* you're really kind and sweet.

*kneels*

Dianxia, if you say, I shall leave.

Rusong: go ahead. *smile*.

Biyu: bye Dianxia. *disappears*

Jinling: Rusong! Is that your gf?!

Rusong: no. Our citizens are just fond of admiring A-Die and I, and we love to treat them in return.

Jinling: ohh.

Rusong: enough about me. Guys, how about we go to the in-house sushi eatery.

Ouyang zizhen: *hugging his girlfriends* I'm right there, Dianxia.

Fenfen, I have a rich friend.

Jinling: yea I can do with some sushi.

Jingyi: an in-house sushi place, in your house?! What else do you have in here?

Jinling: non of your business.

Jingyi: I'll make it my business, JINLING!

Rusong: lol, don't worry about that.

~

On the other side, in Jing Manor.

Zixuan: A-Yao, do you ever feel to do something crazy. Out of our comfort zone.

Yao: sometimes. 

Zixuan: what if we spend the night in a cottage in the middle of the woods.

Yao: Zixuan. *touches Zixuan's forehead* are you ok?

Zixuan: come on! It will be fun!

Yao: i know it would, but you and woods don't go together, lol.

Zixuan: it's for the experience. We'll know to fetch water and deal with the heat.

Yao: and cook our own meals!

Zixuan: right!

Yao: should we bring our personal assistants?

Zixuan: of course, Yaoyao. We're emperors, we'll die without our servants.

Yao: *shakes head* oh Zixuan.

But you're right.

#foxyao #the huli jing emperor #jin guangyao #dimpledlianfang #jin zixuan #meng yao #the untamed #part 2 #hulijing emperor 2 #su she #rusong #mdzs juniors

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs - Post Production: Death's Duet

Primary Pairing: ShizuKasu Rating: T? Words: 524 AU: Theater, Monsters, Cryptids Fandom: Love Live Nijigasaki Parent Fic: Putting on Hairs - Post Production Time Frame: Sometime after the main story Event: Promptober 2022 Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord Prompt: Duet Content Warning: Poetic discussions of death

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Author’s Note: Bonus 2nd entry for Oct 12th

Summary: Shizuku contemplates death and her status as a ghost

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Life has always been a dance And death has sung the tune But no dance can forever last And some may end too soon

A duet as old as time A cycle spinning free Life is fleeting and sublime And death eternal as can be

But can the voices sing as one Or dancers change their step? Has life's song now begun Can death dance…

Shizuku stared at the screen. What rhymed with step? Footstep? Doorstep? Misstep? No, those all were just other steps. Prep? No. Schlep? Also no.

What if she changed it to moves? She could rhyme that with groove, which often was used to mean or refer to dancing. But it also had a different feel than the rest of the poem. Hrm…

“Ne, Shizuko, I'm gonna start making din… oh, whatcha working on?” Shizuku heard her girlfriend move up behind her. “A new play? Reviewing something Chika wrote? Or are you writing something yourself?” Kasumi placed a hand on Shizuku's shoulder and leaned in toward the screen.

“I was actually taking a break from anything for the theater.” Shizuku said. “Just having a little fun with some personal writing.”

“Ah, I see.” Kasumi said and quickly read what was on the screen. “Uhm… I don't get it.” She scratched her head. “Does Shizuko wanna kill Kaumin and sing a duet with her ghost?”

“No. No.” Shizuku chuckled. “I am very much happy with Kasumi-chan being alive.”

“Oh.”

“But maybe someday…”

“Wait, wha?”

Shizuku laughed again.

“Shizuko~!” Kasumi pushed on Shizuku’s shoulder, moving her girlfriend around in the chair.

“Anyway, the poem was supposed to be about a duet between Live and Death.” Shizuku explained. “Sort of. I mean it starts out with Life dancing and Death singing, but then I was thinking about switching them to finish. Or maybe combining them in some way? You know, because I’m a ghost. I’m neither alive nor dead. I’m something else; undead, in colloquial terms.”

“Hrm…” Kasumi reread the words. “Ok, yeah, I can see that now. Say, isn’t your meter off there?” She pointed.

“It’s probably off in a few places.” Shizuku admitted. “It was just a little exercise to keep the creative juices flowing before I get back to my play.”

“So, you are writing a play.”

Shizuku nodded.

“Does Kasumin get a part?”

“There is a part I’m writing with Kasumi-chan in mind, yes.”

“Heehee… And Kasumin and Shizuko can be a couple on stage, right?” Kasumi accentuated her words by nuzzling her cheek against Shizuku’s.

“Hmmm… About that…”

Kasumi pouted. Shizuku laughed.

“Anyway, Kasumin’s hungry, so she’s gonna go make dinner.” Kasumi stood back up.

“Let me know if there’s anything you want me to help with.”

“Thanks, but Shizuko’s busy with making a new play, so Kasumin doesn’t want to interrupt too much.”

“You’re fine. I don’t mind being interrupted by Kasumi-chan.”

That comment earned the exact response Shizuku sought, a brilliant smile from her girlfriend. She flashed a smile of her own before returning to her laptop.

A duet with Kasumi-chan… Shizuku thought.

She hadn’t planned her new play specifically to be a musical, but would it be so bad to turn it into one? The theater was earning a reputation for musicals, after all. And in that case, Moya was to be the love interest of Otosu, so it would make sense for the two to have at least one song together.

However… Shizuku smiled as she remembered Kasumi’s concerns over being killed for a duet with death. It was a bit ironic considering what Shizuku had planned for the characters she intended for the two of them to play. But that did give her some new ideas.

With her creative motivation restored, Shizuku opened the document for her new original play, Detective Otosu, and got back to work.

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Author’s Note Continued: First off, Death’s Duet is an old MtG card and the first two lines of Shizuku’s poem are adapted from its flavor text.

And second, I honestly have no idea if a Detective Noir style play could work as a musical. I mean I also don’t see why not; surely it’s not the strangest thing to be musical’ized.

#ShizuKasu #Osaka Shizuku #Nakasu Kasumi #Putting on Hairs #Love Live Nijigasaki #Promptober 2022 #fanfic

[fenimores-book-nook]

Merry Halloween!

It is October 31st, if you haven't guessed already. And 11:59 AM. Today I was particularly excited to go to work because we were told we could dress up in costumes. So, of course the Christmas fanatic inside of me took advantage of that. Yup. I dressed up as a Christmas elf.

Yes, that is a homemade button that says "Santa's little helper." :)

Not going to lie, I do feel a bit like the song, What's This? from Nightmare Before Christmas. And I don't hate that.

Me right now. (pinterest)

So that is my outfit for the day. At work, anyways. Who knows? Maybe I'll be Mabel Pines by tonight. ;)

My Halloween plans this year are low key, which I kind of like. On the 28th I hosted a Halloween party with one of my close friends for our friends, so that was most of my Halloween plans. Today I'm thinking of running by the amazing Spirit Halloween after work to see their 50% off treasures. :D And tonight I'll probably stay in, put on a spooky movie, play some games, read a book, it'll be great. I started rereading (again) one of my favorite graphic novels, Ghosts by Raina Telgemeier. I love, love, love all of her books. Really, I grew up on them. I have lost count of how often I've read them. That includes The Baby-Sitter's Club graphic novels she's illustrated, and the ones that the illustrator changed. They're some of my comfort reads and probably always will be. :) But I thought today would be the perfect day to rererereread (haha) Ghosts, because it's spooky day.

Featuring our ofrenda at work. :) We set it up and let customers bring in a photo if they want.

~ Events of my MERRY HALLOWEEN ~

(cute halloween owl house art i found on pinterest) :))

8 AM : go to work as a Christmas elf.

1 PM : get off work, go to the library and get 5 graphic novels :), go to Spirit Halloween just to be in the presence of it, and get Arby's for lunch.

2 PM : arrive at home, eat lunch and watch the Halloween episodes of Amphibia and Good Luck, Charlie.

3 PM : journal on my chromebook for a while, get out some feelings.

4 PM : took a bath and got into my second costume for Halloween - Mabel Pines!

(featuring one of my cats in the back, Pippin)

The rest of the PM : I did some Halloween collage making which I might include a photo of in another blog. I made cat ears out of a headband and a pipe cleaner for my mom to wear with her leopard print shirt. (it was the most costume I could get her to wear) And I chilled and watched Into the Woods. Overall, it was a nice and chill Halloween. :)

(now christmas heehee)

I hope you had a very happy spooky day and I hope that you're looking forward to the CHRISTMAS SEASON AHEAD!

Spooky dreams,

Thalia <3

#halloween #mabel pines #christmas #elf #the owl house #book #rereading #blog

[under-the-cherrytree]

Heya! Thank you for answering my request! Now, can I get yandere big bro. Not an incest obviously l. teru, kou and tsukasa and hanako with little sis/bro gn s/o?

Now the thing is s/o usually got a mistreat at school due to people jealous of them (kou,teru) on tsukasa & hanako case (a yokai seems to wanting tsukasa & hanako beloved dead)

However s/o seems to not mind it at all. Btw, s/o is student at the school. And seems to be reincarnated after they die, and seems to believed hanako & tsukasa after they said they were s/o ghost brother and s/o reincarnated.

Now what would be the scenario when they find s/o is sitting on the floor. Wet around their hair and their clothes seems to be been damaged. When they Ask what happen s/o said.

"oh, big brother, I'm sorry...i'm really is...today is your birthday...but..." S/o keep cry and then said this while sobbing so hard "today, there's a girl who want me to introduce her to you. But I want to give you the gift and reject her, the girl obviously didn't take it well and...she make her group do this" "i-i...keep...trying to saving money to buy you this caused i want it to be secret...but-i..guess..there's nothing to give to you" while showing a blue (blue sky) (blue light) kou.

Tsukasa & Hanako Case

"big brother...since this is your both birthday I thought it would be better to get you both a gift. But there's a girl who hate me. I didn't even knew why?" And then s/o just said while sobbing "I..know big brother hanako love donut, and and I'm sure big brother tsukasa loves it too...so I baked a homemade donut, but that girl destroy it...she...she said my cook is the worst and people who eat it will puked and not even a ghost want it" "also she steal the necklace that I buy for you two since she say I did not deserved that"

Green (hanako) red (tsukasa)

Headcannon and oneshot again please!

The Minamoto brothers and the Yugi twins with a bullied younger sibling❣︎

Warings: Hinting to murder?, bullying, abuse, slight cursing

A/n: Hey! Of course of course, I try to answer requests to the best of my ability!

I did this with the siblings combined so hope you don’t mind shshjsh

Heehee hope you enjoy, my love~

Teru was your older brother and he made that known to the school

You loved the fact that you were known as Teru’s younger sibling

You loved your brother

But you knew you would be used for it

People would fake being your friend just to get close to Teru

Then once they got rejected, they always blamed you

You didn’t mind, you still wanted to be Teru’s younger sibling

Teru slowly picked up on this

He knew something was up so he told Kou

Those two tried to keep a close eye on you

But while they were there, it look like you had lots of friends

But when they left the bullying begun again

But sooner or later, the other girls true colors will start to show

Teru and Kou are protective brothers

The girls in your class should have known to not get on your brothers bad side

“Teru-nii! Looks like you got a lot of presents!” Kou called out, running to his older brother who was standing at the entrance of the school. Teru chuckled and looked back at his backpack which was full with presents from fangirls.

“Well, I guess I do...” Teru patted his younger brother on the head, making him smile brightly. “Where’s Y/n? Aren’t they supposed to be with you after cleaning the bathroom?”

“They are…” Kou's expression turned into a slightly worried one “but they said they had to go early. They told me something about wanting to get something prepared to give to you for your birthday…”

Teru sighed, he was worried. He already had suspicions that you were getting mistreated in your class but he didn’t know for sure so he never confronted you about it. He has confronted Kou about this and he had the same suspictions as well.

“Well let's go get them!” Teru clapped his hands and made his way towards the building.

“Do you think it's…” Kou didn’t want to finish the sentence.

“Let's hope not.” Teru’s carefree expression lowered at the thought. “Do you know where they went?”

Kou thought for a moment.

“No, but I know they aren’t in the old school building…”

Teru and Kou walked around the school for a while, looking for you in no avail. Kou pointed out little droplets of water that slowly got bigger reaching to the school's lockers. The boys froze when they heard sounds of sobbing. They turned the corner to see you facing your lockers drenched in water. You leaned onto your locker, closing it.

“Y/n..!” Kou called out, making you turn to him. “What happened?!”

“Who the hell did this to you…?” Teru asked, examining your ripped close and abused appearance. You looked at him and only cried more.

“I’m sorry big brother Teru…”

“Y/n, you don't need to be sorry, this isn’t your fault..!” Teru hugged you “What happened..?”

“I-its your birthday today… but there was this girl who wanted me to introduce you to her... but I said no, she didn’t take it too well and did this…” You sobbed into his shoulder. Teru’s grip on you tightened thinking about how this only happened while he was outside with Kou.

“I-I saved my money… to buy you a nice sky blue necklace… and I even got big brother Kou light blue one as well… b-but she destroyed it and I don’t have anything to g-give you…”

“Y/n that’s so sweet! We are extremely thankful!” Kou tried to lighten the mood a bit, giving you a gracious smile. You could see tears pricking the corner of his eyes. Teru was still angry that his suspicions were true, he was praying they weren’t.

“Who did this?” Teru sternly asked.

“I-it’s fine Teru…” You kneeled to the ground picking up pieces from the necklace she destroyed “She already left… there is nothing I can do now…”

“Y/n… please…” Kou kneeled down next to you and put his hand on yours.

“Guys, what would make me feel better is if we got home… can we please go home?” Your voice was begging. You just wanted to be in a warm blanket watching T.V. with your siblings.

That's all you wanted right now.

“Okay… I’m sorry Y/n, let's go home okay!” Teru gave you his jacket which you happily accepted.

“Even though I couldn’t get the gift, it meant the world to me!”

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You sighed walking to your classroom. It was early and you were tired. You were happy your brothers didn’t ask you about it for the rest of the night, you didn’t want them to worry. You thought you would get a load from the girls who did this to you yesterday but you were shocked when she bowed in front of you instead.

“Y/n! I am so sorry! Please forgive me for what I did to you yesterday! It was very rude of me and I am very sorry!” She was shaking.

“Oh, uh, it’s alright..! No need to bow, I forgive you…” You put your hands in front of your chest, genuinely confused. Once she stood straight up you saw a big red mark on her cheek. She had tears in her eyes but ran to her desk before you could get a better look at her. You looked to Tsuchigomori who only nodded with an apologetic look on his face.

‘What happened this morning…?’

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“Teru? You still look down?” Kou faced his brother as they both walked to class.

“Sorry Kou… just a little upset by the person who did this to Y/n…” Teru apologetically smiled.

“Well you slapped her, that taught her a lesson!” Kou encouraged.

“Trust me Kou,” Teru’s smile turned into a frown

“If a teacher wasn’t there, I would have kicked her ass.”

Amane found it unforunate you were caught in the crossfire of him and his brothers conflic causing you too kill yourself as well

Tsukasa thought it was great that his younger sibling was now dead too

Gosh Tsukasa-

But what they didn’t expect was for you to get resurrected

You were able to see supernaturals yourself and you couldn’t age from the day you died but you weren’t a ghost like your brothers

Tsuchigamori helped you establish a somewhat normal school life

It was all good for the most part, you were back in school, Hanako was the leader of the 7 mysteries, and Tsukasa was just crazy happy

The fact you are getting mistreated is mostly Tsukasa’s fault

Like he can make a lot of enemies so when the fish yokai (that he killed) saw how close you and Tsukasa were, of course they wanted to kill you

It was also a perk that you were Hanako’s sibling since they wanted to get back at him as well for stealing their princess Yashiro away from them

You were weak and had a human body, you were perfect

Amane had no idea about this, Tsukasa didn’t know you were being abused but he did know he pissed off those fish AND HE PISSED EM OFF GOOD-

You figured you would be a target for yokai since your older brothers are powerful

Of course, you didn’t mind this

You knew this would happen so it’s alright!

But the thing was, it wasn’t so alright with your older brothers

Hanako watched the cherry blossoms fall from the tree that he sat under. It was November 25, his birthday, and you said you wanted to have a talk with the two boys. Normally you would talk to them separately because you knew how Amane felt towards his twin brother, but today you wanted to talk to them together. Hanako cancelled his normal cleaning duty and waited where you said to meet up.

“Amane!!” He heard a scream from behind him but before he could turn around he felt someone hug him, wrapping their legs around his waist.

“Oh, Tsukasa…” Hanako said softly, personally finding this kind of awkward.

“Where’s Y/n?? It’s been so long since I’ve seen them!” Tsukasa removed his head from Amane’s neck looking around for you.

“Oh, they aren’t here yet, and I remember them saying they saw you two days ago…”

“So long ago!” Tsukasa whined and Amane sighed at his childish behavior. It went silent but thankfully Tsukasa quickly broke it.

“Didn’t Y/n say to meet them here 15 minutes ago??”

“Yeah they did…” Amane started to get worried.

“They're late!” Tsukasa pouted.

“You’re late as well Tsukasa… And we should go look for them.”

“I’ll lead the way! I know where their last class is!” He stood up and started marching, Hanako closely behind him.

They walked around the school for a while, watching students run across the halls to their clubs, laughing and gossiping with one another. Tsukasa continued to march, not losing the bounce in his step. They came closer to the sound of someone crying, sobs getting louder as they approached a classroom. The twins looked at each other before Tsukasa opened the door.

You jumped slightly, removing your head from between your legs to look at who came in. You only began to cry more realizing it was your two brothers.

“Y/n…?” Tsukasa slightly whispered to himself, staying at the door's entrance.

“Y/n! What happened?!” Amane ran to you, fearing you were hurt in any way. He put his arm on your wet shoulder, looking around to see if there were any visible bloody wounds. He looked at your uniform which was damaged and had a few cuts in it. Your hair was also wet like if someone poured water on you. Tsukasa slowly made his way over to you, examining you up and down. You couldn’t make out the expression on his face but you knew anger was there.

“I-I’m sorry…” You said a little above a whisper.

“You’re sorry for what..?” Amane asked, moving the wet hair out of your face to get a better look at your soaked, tear-stained face.

“Big brothers...since this is both your birthdays... I thought it would be better to get you both a gift. But there are these fish yokai who don’t like me..!” You picked up a couple red and green gems from the floor. Hanako’s eyes widened.

“I... know big brother Amane liked donuts and I assume big brother Tsukasa likes them as well… but they took the donuts I made you saying my cooking was t-the worst and you wouldn’t want it..!” You continued “And they took the necklace I bought for you guys saying I don’t deserve it…”

“Were they talking fish..?” Tsukasa's voice was cold, eyes wide with rage. You only nodded your head.

“Amane, will you stay with y/n? I have something I need to do.” Tsukasa turned to Amane. Hanako already knew what he was going to do.

He was going to go after the mermaid and her fish. There was nothing he could say to stop him.

“O-okay… do what you have to do…” Amane nodded and Tsukasa left the room.

“W-wait… where is he going..?” You started to get up but Amane sat you back down.

“Hey, don’t worry Y/n… older brother Tsukasa is going to take care of this okay?” Amane hugged you.

“But I don’t mind the fish… it’s fine-”

“No. It’s not.” Amane’s aura grew darker before his loving brotherly smile appeared again.

“And hopefully by tomorrow, you won’t have to deal with those disgusting fish!”

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“Y/n! Amane!” Tsukasa called out as he walked down the halls. When he approached the door he opened it revealing you and Amane laughing. You were somewhat dry and you stopped crying.

“Tsukasa!” You got up and gave him a hug.

“What happened to those fish…?” Worryness in your voice.

“Don’t worry about it Y/n! You don’t need to worry about them anymore!” He childishly smiled, bringing ease to you.

“Amane approached you two, smiling. He looked to see Tsukasa’s hand that was behind his back covered in blood. Hanako's smile dropped and he went silent. He quickly regained his composure and turned to you.

“Yeah, Y/n you don’t need to worry about those fish. Your big brothers will kill any other supernatural that dares hurt you!”

#teru minamoto #kou minamoto #minamoto brothers #yugi twins #yugi amane #yugi tsukasa #tsukasa yugi #toilet bound hanako kun #toilet bound x reader #tbhk comfort #tbhk #jshk #yandere

[inhuman-obey-me]

Jewel

Word Count: 1.9k

Description:

Lust - an uncontrolled or illicit desire or appetite.

The Avatar of Lust wants what he wants, and what he wants, he will bloody take.

[cw: violence, body horror]

"Oh, Lilu, you are just too much!" Asmodeus giggled, his hand brushing just subtly across the shoulder of the incubus across from him as he waved away the compliment he'd just received. "But please, don't let me stop you, go on."

"No, but really, it's unfair how pretty you are," one of his favorite succubi whined playfully back. "I mean, humans are so easy to seduce it's boring, but you can just walk right up to anyone you like and they'll fall for you! To have such power...oh, it's so sexy, Asmodeus." The ring of admirers around him hummed with agreement.

"A toast! To our beautiful jewel of a leader!" one cried, raising their glass.

Out of the corner of his eye, Asmo checked his reflection in one of the dark glossy tiles on the wall, making sure to position himself just so under the VIP table's lights to perfectly accent his features before responding. "Aww, thank you all. I mean, my skin does shimmer like a jewel, thanks to that rare new lotion Nevan got for me last week, but you don't have to point it out like that - after all, everyone can see that already for themselves."

And speaking of jewels, he thought, as a sparkle caught his eye from across the room, I think I see a gorgeous one right now...

Quickly, Asmo gave one of his usual flimsy excuses to flit away from the group and approached the demon who had just walked in - and, more importantly, the brooch on the demon's coat, which glimmered softly with the shine of a powerful magical gem. It was one of the most interesting things he'd seen in a long time, and he decided right then that he just had to have it.

Staring up coyly through his long eyelashes, he purred, "Well, hello there. Today's your lucky day - wouldn't you like to come join the table of the most gorgeous person here? Who are you, sweetie?"

"No thank you."

The response was curt, without even a name, as the demon declined to meet his eyes.

Asmo resisted a pout. He didn't often get such cold treatment from a stranger, and he did not like it. After all, he was the Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful demon in all the three realms. Not to mention, this lesser demon was utterly repulsive-looking! Who did this guy think he was, ignoring him this way?

But, he had a goal here and he wasn't going to give it up so easily, even if it did mean he'd have to do a bit of flirting with an absolute horror of a face.

"Oh, come on now. Why don't I get you a drink?" Determined, Asmo took the other demon's hand in his, placing a ghost of a kiss on his fingertips as he led him towards the bar.

At that moment, he noticed the ring on the demon's finger - bronze and iron, etched with intricate symbols. Very familiar intricate symbols.

Solomon. He knew about this ring, and by extension, this demon; his sorcerer friend had told him the story a long time ago. It was Solomon's very first pact, and one he regretted deeply, as he'd only made it to save a kid he'd been fond of. A lowly demon who craved the bodies and energies of effeminate young boys, targeting only weak prey, and who had once even tried to pull Beelzebub into a pact to save his own sorry skin, though thankfully Beel was smarter than to fall for the tricks of such a low-ranking demon.

Truly, Asmo's disgust for this guy just kept increasing. And the jewel kept enticing him in, glittering with magic power in the club's flashing lights. Didn't something so beautiful belong with him, rather than with this miserable rube?

For the lesser demon's part, he just sputtered a bit in surprise at Asmodeus's boldness, finding himself pulled along before he could even give a response. "Well, I guess I don't mind a free drink..."

The Avatar of Lust waved to the bartender as he nabbed a pair of seats, signaling to get them his usual "I'm flirting, don't interrupt us please" order before turning back to his new companion. "So, what's your name, handsome?" he asked with his most charming smile, suppressing the urge to vomit at having called that appalling visage handsome.

"...Ornias," the opposing demon responded carefully. "Aren't you...Asmodeus?"

"Heehee! Why, yes I am! Isn't it your lucky night?"

"...I guess." He seemed more wary than excited, to Asmo's annoyance.

Just then, the bartender slid two glasses of glowing orange drinks towards them, saving him from having to respond to the demon's lack of enthusiasm directly. "Oh, our drinks are here - the house special, Hellfirefly Sunset Demonus!" he chirped, thrusting the glass cheerfully towards the other. "Come on, let's drink!"

He quickly downed the whole glass, urging the lesser demon to do the same. "So, Ornias, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

Whether it was the alcohol, or simply because people always like to talk about themselves, Ornias started to relax a bit. "Well," he began proudly, "I'm an Officer of the constellation of Aquarius, and..."

He was soon on a very long monologue about himself - a monologue to which Asmodeus quickly found himself zoning out. "Oh, that's so interesting," he nodded along with feigned fascination, catching a mention of...something about strangling Aquarius men for liking Virgo women...?

Seriously, how does this guy just keep getting creepier and creepier? No wonder Solomon can't stand him, Asmo thought to himself. I thought it'd be a good idea to get him talking about himself, but this is even worse than how cold he was being earlier.

Deciding he was more than done with listening to this, Asmodeus grabbed the other demon's hands again and whisked him to the dance floor, this time saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sure you didn't come to the club just to chat all night, did you? Of course you didn't! Come, dance with me!"

Unfortunately, that didn't stop Ornias at all. "Sure," he said, making some awkward steps around while trying to continue his rambling. "Anyway, so as I was saying -"

Asmo placed a finger over the annoying demon's lips and a hand on his shoulder. "Shh, hush there cutie, let's just enjoy the music and each other, shall we?" He shimmied up against his dance partner, letting his body do the work of entrancing the lesser demon so he could give his ears a break.

His peace was short-lived, though. As Ornias got more into dancing with the Avatar of Lust, it seemed some new need to try to impress him welled up inside. He blurted out, "Hey, so actually, you've heard of Solomon, right? Greatest sorcerer in the three realms, Michael's favorite, yadda yadda? He's actually a close friend of mine. I'm sure he'd make some time to meet you if I told him about you."

It took every last bit of restraint Asmodeus had to keep his eyes from rolling right out of his skull at that. He needed to speed this up fast, or he was going to lose his mind.

"Oh, would you? That's so amazing, I didn't know Solomon was friends with such an impressive demon," he replied, voice dripping with saccharine charm to hide how far he was lying through his teeth. "And you're not a bad dance partner, either. You know, you just keep getting more and more attractive...what's an Avatar of Lust to do with himself?"

Satisfied that his little name-drop seemed to have done its job, Ornias smirked and took a slight step back. "Well, thank you. You're, uh, not bad yourself."

"Oh, come on now, I live for praise. Feel free to flatter me as much as you'd like," Asmo crooned, placing his partner's hands on his waist to draw him closer again.

The lesser demon managed just a couple more compliments as his lusty companion's hands started traveling more aggressively with his dancing, tracing his lower back and shoulder blades from beneath his coat. "Mm, y-your hands are kind of cold," he stammered out as he felt the lithe fingers brushing up against his neck.

"Oh, my bad! Want to help me warm them up then?" Asmodeus giggled mischievously, resting his hands now on the ugly face in front of him instead. He drew him into eye contact, not letting the demon shy away, and continued, "Come on, you're dancing with me after all - the Avatar of Lust. It's quite the honor, you know."

He placed a light, intimate brush of his lips along his neck, and the lesser demon practically melted in his arms. "W-well...if t-that's what you want..."

"It is," he answered breathily, voice imbued with magic to carry the sensual sound to his target over the loud music of the club. "I'm all yours for tonight, just the two of us, here on this dance floor. So focus on me, okay?"

"Yes, of course..."

He leaned in close to Ornias's ear and whispered alluringly, "Now tell me, what is it that you desire?"

At last, the words he'd been waiting for fell from the annoying demon's mouth, as he could no longer resist the Avatar of Lust's charms: "Asmodeus...I want you."

Asmodeus smirked, drawing Ornias into a dark corner at the edge of the room as he batted his eyelashes with a faux sweetness.

"Why, Ornias, did you fall in love with me?"

Ornias nodded through heavy-lidded eyes, hardly able to form words as desire rapidly clouded his mind. "Yes, I...I want you..."

"Am I just to die for?" Asmo whispered into the lesser demon's ear, caressing his cheek with one hand while entwining the other around the small of his back. This close, he could feel the pounding of Ornias's heart against his own chest, like sweet music to his ears.

"Y-yes...I...would die for you...."

"Am I just to die in writhing agony for?"

"Yes, Asmodeus..."

"Good. Then die for me, darling."

Ornias gasped as suddenly a wracking pain started in his groin, which traveled quickly like venom up through his veins across his torso and throughout his whole body. Blood dripped from his eyes and mouth as Asmodeus walked clawed fingers up into his back, tearing the skin beneath his coat to ragged ribbons. With the other hand still on the lesser demon's cheek, Asmo yanked his face towards him to meet his gaze. His charm powers quickly overtook the demon's control, and before he could stop himself, he thrusted his hand deep into his own chest, pulling out the still-beating heart to hold out like a present. The Avatar of Lust let the blood run down from his lips as he sank his fangs in for a bite.

"You really are too unsightly for something this beautiful," Asmo said with a sneer.

With that, he snatched the gem off of the demon's chest and sashayed away with a cheerful hum, not sparing another glance at the convulsing form left in the corner.

--

"Oof! Solomon, please! I told you to be more gentle with me when you summon me! What if you bruise my beautiful body?!"

"Great, okay, it's not you," Solomon sighed with relief. "I suddenly felt one of my pacts brea-- Asmodeus, what is that you're wearing?" There was something oddly familiar about the red heart newly adorning the top of the golden scorpion that encircled the demon's torso.

"Ahahaha! Isn't it pretty?" the demon crowed happily, blood still dripping from his lips. "And it has so much power stored inside, too! It's just perfect for me, isn't it?"

"Oh, by the way," he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, pulling a ring off his finger to toss at the sorcerer, "I took care of your Ornias problem for you."

#obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me fics #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #om! asmodeus #demons being demons #writings #mod chaos in the devildom #had fun doing demonology research for this one

[teklarn]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 (𝓅𝓉. 𝟥)

character(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader (x eijirou kirishima) 

a/n: ok but like ty for all the notes on my last post??? i get so excited whenever there’s a new notification. ALSO, the best time for me to accept requests is from now to sept. 5! i’m currently on summer break, so i will have plenty of time to write from now until then. 

𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!!

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention. 

genre: angst

warnings: mutual pining, cursing, aged-up to third years, bit of a love triangle, romantic tension, one-sided pining, i gave the reader a quirk, kirishima gets jealous EHWJEH

word count: 2031

lol wow things are finally beginning to pick up heehee

please excuse any typos! i edit to the best of my abilities, but it’s easy to miss lost of things 

part 1, part 2 , part 4 

- - - 

you dabbed bakugou’s nose. he winced as you tapped it. “sorry,” you breathed out, switching the tissue in your hand for a clean wipe. 

“i’m fine, dumbass.” 

“then why’d you ask for my help?” you teased, wiping at the blood on his upper lip. 

his cheeks dusted with red, eyes averting to the side. you smiled softly, victorious in his silence. 

nighttime was settling in nicely, the sun bleeding orange into the clouds. 

“look back at me,” you said. gently, you took his bruised jaw in your fingers, adjusting his head so he was facing you. you brushed your fingers along his swelling cheekbone. purple blossomed beneath bakugou’s pale skin. “kirishima was pretty rough out there, huh?’ 

“i’m proud of the guy.” 

you smiled, tilting your head. “you? proud of someone? really?” 

he chuckled. “knock it off, dumbass.” a grin spread across his face, however it was gone when the pain hit. he winced, trying to ignore the sting his smile brought with it. 

you let out a laugh. “just relax, bakugou.” you resumed dabbing away at the excess blood on his face. there were flecks of dirt scattered over his forehead. 

he caught your wrist in one of his soft, large hands. 

your smile faded, and you swallowed, pushing down the rising emotions fluttering into your chest. “yes?” you responded to the silent question his eyes were asking. 

his grip on your wrist loosened, and he let go, letting his arm fall back to his side. 

“everything okay?” 

he didn’t break eye contact as he grunted a reply. “mhm.” 

“alright. i’ll be right back, okay?” 

“‘kay,” he said. 

you stood with a groan, knees sore from all the training you’d been doing lately. you gently shut the bathroom door behind you and rinsed the bits of dirt off the towel, scrubbing away any imperfections stuck between the fibers of the fabric. 

your cheeks were boiling with heat as the ghost of his touch on your wrist lingered. what was that? did he mean to tell you something? 

you wrung out the newly washed cloth and returned to your seat across from bakugou. 

bakugou’s eyes flickered as you began scrubbing the dirk from his forehead. 

“ah,” he gasped out. 

“you’ve gotta stop wincing, bakugou,” you teased. “you’re making me think i’m doing something wrong.” 

“you’ve gotta stop being so rough, y/n.” he took your wrists and pried them away from his face. 

you set the towel down on the table, letting it rest on a paper towel so the excess water could drain out. 

“well, i think the issue is that you haven’t let me set your nose properly.” 

bakugou squinted, unsure. “alright.” he spread his legs, leaning forwards to make your job easier. “do as you wish, y/n.” his voice dropped, eyelids lowering seductively. 

the heat returned to your cheeks, flushing out your confidence from before. instead of replying with an equally snarky comment, you took his face in your hands. “this is going to hurt.” 

“not so much if it’s you.” 

you scoffed. “are you flirting with me, katsuki bakugou?” 

his lips quirked up—just a tiny bit. “stop dreaming, y/n.” 

you ignored the comment and traced your fingers over the bridge of his nose. “on three?” 

he nodded. 

“one—” you cracked the bone into place. 

“ah, shit!” bakugou recoiled back, covering his nose with his hands. “damn brat.” 

“it would have hurt more if you knew it was coming.” you shrugged innocently. 

“at least i would have been prepared.” 

“whatever you say.” you gestured for him to come back to his previous position, and bakugou did as instructed, hands dropping from his face as your hands came back around to cup his cheeks. 

being recovery girl’s grandchild had its benefits. for example, an easy way to get into yuuei off of recommendations. while your quirk wasn’t usually one people would associate with fighting, it came with unexpected pros with how it developed. 

you’d earned the ability not only to heal but to ruin as well. using your quirk, honing it properly, you could twist someone inside out with ease, however, healing was something you were more skilled with. 

a green glow was being emitted from your palms, white orbs flowing into the air and landing on bakugou’s skin. you could tell, under his skin, the bone was fixing itself, beginning to reshape into the flat bridge. 

bakugou sniffed. 

“hold still,” you said. 

“does your healing always make your patients itchy?” 

“it’s just your body healing. stop moving.” the green light receded into your palms. 

you met bakugou’s eyes as you pulled your hands away. you were leaning closer than necessary, out of your seat, knees slightly bent. you could tell his hands were shaking just a bit as they trailed down your arms, starting from your fingertips which were still hovering around his face. 

his hands found their way to your waist. bakugou tugged you closer. barely an inch closer, but it felt like the two of you were inseparable at the moment. 

“y/n?” 

you jumped, and bakugou’s hands fell back to the sides of the seat he was in. you swallowed as kirishima popped up at the doorway. 

you wiped your palms on your shirt, nodding for kirishima to enter. “yes?” 

the redhead walked in warily, hands up and pace slow. “i hope i’m not...interrupting anything. am i?” 

you shook your head. “not at all. we were, um. we were just finishing up.” you picked up the cloth intended for wiping bakugou’s face. “do you think you could finish up by yourself?” 

he took the cloth from your hands. “yeah, sure.” he pushed himself up and was out of your room, waving his thanks. “i’ll pay you back so i don’t owe your ass, got it, y/n?” 

“Alright.” 

bakugou shut the door behind him, leaving you and kirishima alone. 

“so, what was that about?” 

your eyes flew wide. “what was what?” 

“don’t act oblivious, y/n. you two looked at each other like you hung the moon in the sky.” 

you bit your lip, hiding the smile that was brought about upon reminiscing about the recent seen. “it wasn’t anything, kirishima. don’t worry about it.”

“i’m worrying. you know bakugou.” 

“that’s something you’d say about someone with dating experience, and a bad reputation regarding it. bakugou is—” 

“just like every other guy out there? it’s the twenty-first century. there are not many decent people left out here. do you really think he’s any different?” 

“well,” you said, shaking your head, “personally, i see he’s changed.” 

“two years isn’t going to erase all the past shit he’s done.” 

“there’s a thing called forgiveness.” you quirked an eyebrow at him, tilting your head down as you began cleaning up. “plus, it wasn’t necessarily his fault. we can both agree that hero society created toxic standards for all aspiring pros.” 

kirishima clenched his fists. “he’s bad for you.” 

you tossed out a few wipes into the garbage. “sorry?” 

“he’s...not good for you.” 

“i appreciate you thinking nobody is good enough for me, but at the end of the day-” 

unknowingly, kirishima was hardening his fingertips. his nails punctured the soft skin of his palms. “i don’t mean he’s not good enough for you, but that’s another truth, too. he’s just not good for you.” 

you turned, smiling brightly. “and since when did you know what was good for me?” you laughed, eyes closed. “why are you trying to dictate my decisions-” 

when you opened your eyes, you found kirishima standing closer, brows furrowed angrily.

your expression lowered into something angry. “what’s the matter?” 

“i just...i can’t.” 

“can’t what?” 

kirishima was one to be slow to anger. he always had been. you can’t recall a time you saw him angry or pissed except for when bakugou had been kidnapped by the league of villains. 

“kirishima,” you scoffed, “are you genuinely pissed over this? what? is this because i got mad at you because i scolded you for breaking bakugou’s nose? if anything, i don’t think i was wrong for-” 

“that’s not it. that...that isn’t it, y/n.” he stepped towards you. kirishima closed the gap between you both, pressing your back against the wall, trapping you there between his arms. “that isn’t it at all, y/n.” 

you swallowed. “then what is it, kirishima?” his eyes met yours, serious and stern. 

your chest tingled. 

he brought his fingers to your chin, angling your face with ease to get a better look at you. “call me eijirou.” 

“what?” 

“just once. please.” 

“why-” 

“once.”

“...what is it, eijirou?” 

the pause felt like an eternity. “it’s you, y/n.” 

“it’s...me? what about me? did i do something wrong?” 

he chuckled softly, but there was no humor in his longing smile as he stared down. “you’re so oblivious.” 

you could hear his heart beating, getting faster with every sentence he pushed out. 

“you’re so clueless, y/n. it’s kind of pissing me off.” 

“what am i doing to piss you off?” you snapped. 

he tongued the inside of his cheek. “like i said.” he flashed you an award-winning grin. “clueless.” kirishima pushed himself off the wall and left the room, the door shutting hard, but not slamming shut. 

you were left breathless, the hint of his cologne still lingering in the space before you. 

you’d avoided kirishima and bakugou for the rest of the night. 

- 

what kirishima had wanted to say was nothing like what he said, but he knew everything would come out all wrong if he’d try to say anything. 

his mind would have jumbled all his words, and he’d look like a crazy, insane lover. 

bakugou wasn’t bad for you. not at all. you two were perfect for each other. you both had thick skin for silly rebuttals towards one another. you brought out the fun side of the blonde, and he worked you to your best. 

kirishima was just your best friend. he hated to be the one who had fallen with nothing to soften the blow that was surely coming soon. 

his ears burned nearly as red as his hair. a shudder passed down his back, the feeling of your jaw pressed between his thumb and index finger still imprinted there. 

“i can’t fucking stand to see you around him.” 

kirishima made his way to the common room, finding bakugou looking for snacks there. kirishima scoffed as his friend emerged with an apple in hand. 

it was not like he hated bakugou. not at all. he didn’t think that pining for the same girl would ruin their friendship. he was just angry that you chose him. 

kirishima respected your decisions. he wouldn’t ever try to get in the way of anything if you and bakugou made that kind of decision. he just wanted to be near you. 

perhaps he should leave the situation alone. leave you alone and just forget about how his feelings were nagging at him every day. 

he should forget how you were the first thing on his mind every morning, and the thing he thought about when he fell asleep. 

you were everywhere. should he forget that too? 

- 

bakugou tossed his apple into the air. he clapped his friend on the back, taking a bite out. “go to sleep, idiot.” 

“don’t call me that.” 

bakugou turned, startled that kirishima wasn’t taking bakugou’s shit today. “you good?” 

“i’m fine, but i’m not an idiot.” 

bakugou’s body tightened. “alright.” 

the pair stood awkwardly for a moment before kirishima sucked in a sudden breath. “what is y/n to you?” he asked. 

bakugou raised an eyebrow. “what?” 

“they’re obviously something to you.” 

“listen, they were just helping me out. didn’t think you’d get offended from them fixing my broken ass nose.” 

“that’s not what i mean. i walked in on you two, and you were about to—” 

“i wasn’t going to do jackshit.” bakugou tossed his apple away, too angry to eat anything anymore. 

“yes. don’t lie to me.” 

“i’m not lying. where is all of this coming from?” 

kirishima huffed out a frustrated breath. he shouldered past bakugou. kirishima uttered words he hated himself for saying. “leave me alone.”

- - -

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[botwstoriesandsuch]

hey Kip! I’m sending asks into different writer’s askboxes, inquiring about cool themes/development facts/stuff the author wants to share about their personal favorite work of their own. What’s yours? :)

Ok so this ask is old and when I first got it I was like “dang I don’t really have a lot to talk about, what should I talk about I could those revalink headcanons the Kip Cut that turned into a working fic uhh hmm maybe I’ll just make something new to talk about real quick” and then I did and now there is a 12+ chapter Revalink fic in my drafts and I’m gonna talk about that now, whoopsie doopsie [click "j" to skip]

aHEM, OK so allow me to break out the primary school white board because yeah, I have a lot of thoughts and the oxford comma has not yet made it’s home into my brain. oh and spoilers for paraphrase. for both all of Chapter one and future events in later chapters, but it’s really nothing you couldn’t surmise from the AO3 tags

so I really wanted to tell the story of Revali and Link learning and struggling to love again after the less-than-fortunate events of Botw, but I wanted a...how you say...fresher, approach on the subject? Like I know we always say that fanfic writers writing the same tropes and stories time and time again is good because we eat that shit up--but at the same time I had asian parenting as was told never to half ass anything ever, no matter what. So now I'm gay and extra and have depression maybe and oh would you look at that @motherhyrule has dropped a beautiful revalink prompt right into my lap

Great so now that we have, that, I shall take you on the step by step process on how to make a :sparkles: story. So step one is to spend at least five to eleven business days for your white board to dismantle your genre and themes and work them around your character arcs. Luckily I have prepared one ahead of time

s*breaks out those laser pointers that uni professors use* So let's start with defining genre. As define because I HATE you, fuck you. I want you to suffer and writhe on the ground, motherfucker. How dare you think that I would give you nothing but pure predictable fluff, fuck you and yours

is the set of expectations that your audience has when consuming a piece of media

And the great thing about fanfiction is that unlike movies or book where the genres are more vague like, "oh it's a noir mystery genre. so there's a crime, maybe a murder, and a detective and a criminal." or "oh it's a teen romance. so there's some white people and a morally questionable six-pack 18 year old love interest that will be painted as desirable for some reason" BUT with fanfiction HALF of the work out the window, because as soon as you see those #revalink #aro sidon #zelpha #revali is an idiot and #found family tags you already know what's up.

Now what's so great about genre and expectation? Well the fun thing about it is that

I will use it to fucking break you.

... ... ...

<3 For example! <3

In Chapter 1: Holes, you already expect there to be revalink, you already expect them to be soulmates with the soulmarks and there's angst and yadayada ya. Revali and Link have to match because thatttss what this is all about, this is about them! This is about cute, little soulmarks and romantic words!

But whoooopsie doopsie [disney channel laugh track plays] they DON'T match anymore! Link's got a different mark! The number one rule of this entire genre has been broken whoooooooooooooooops. *ba dum tiss*

You might notice with a lot of my writing that I do this a lot, this whole..."oop but there's one little thing that's different." TebaSaki sick fic? Ok cool, but what if Teba burns an irreplaceable relic of the Rito champion to fight a wizzrobe first to characterize why his dumbass clicks with Saki. Mipha deciding to persue Link? Ok what if she chases after a dragon to externalize this conflict as she pierces it's flesh for a scale. Link fighting a Lynel? Ok but what if it's actually a sidlink angst fic in disguise and it's also world building on how Link deals with the bloodmoon that erases all of his efforts which is sort of similar to how his existence was erased from Hyrule 100 years ago mwaahahaha! Ok now that I say this outloud I think I just have a pattern of using fight scenes to externalize character growth. I like fight scenes...anyways.

I think another great thing about the realm of fanfiction is that with the tagging system, I can basically use a chekhov's gun sort of deal, without doing any writing. You know I'm gonna use that gun marked "soulmates" but you don't know when I'm gonna shoot it, and you SURE as hell don't know how.

And huzzah! One of the main points of conflict both drives the tension between Revali and Link, solidifies the unique genre and setting of this world, while also creating a new mystery that will carry over for the next few chapters.

Is Revali right in that Link's rebirth makes him destined for someone new now? What will Link do with the information that his soulmark has changed? Why did it change? Did Revali's change as well? How does anything fucking work right now?

And sure, you might be able to tell where things will end with them, but you sure as fuck will not know how because I HATE you. Fuck you. I want you to suffer and writhe on the ground, motherfucker. How dare you think that I would give you nothing but pure predictable fluff. I am not your goddamn fairy godmother, I will do as I fucking please. You will suffer as you fucking deserve, fuck you and your little tiny--

/j

Oh! But you might have noticed on my little planning whiteboard thing that there was a little T-Chart! For Revali and Link! That's because the next important thing besides plot (and in a lot of cases, including this one, it's argued to be even MORE important than plot) is

~CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT~

[to the tune of that history of the world video on youtube]

So yes, it's a little T-Chart outlining their character views in relation to the themes. And the great thing about themes is that they're not something you can necessarily predict in the same way you can with the genre and plot.

But now see, I'm very lazy so I'm just gonna plagiarize @hyrule-kingdom-updates thingy [that you should read btw] because they said my point quite clear enough

Now I don't really need to care about those points about bond and relationships and being understood, because I'm dealing with already established canon characters. I'm not some NERD who dabbles with entire casts of ocs who even cares about ocs not me that's for sure ahaahahaahahahahahaahahahahahAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *cries in my orphaned WTTU fic* AHAHAHA*sobs*DONT FUCKING LOOK AT ME THAT WAY I SWEAR--

/j I love ocs

But the points I do wanna focus on is the idea that characters provide new perspectives on the theme, and that characters growth can be tracked based on their wants, lies, and needs.

So see, themes can be predicted the same as genre/plot because while you can have the same fanfic plots and tropes, theme will always vary!

Sometimes it's a journey of selfworth with Revali! Sometimes it's an exploration of trauma with Link. Sometimes it's about how you deal with the vulnerabilities of love with Mipha. Sometimes there's straight up NOOOO theme, and people just be fucking, and kissing, and baking, and having a good time. And that is totally fine too!

But I'm not a fucking coward.

I'm gonna weave in themes with my plot, because I fucking can.

I'm not a weakling like you.

Do you hear me, 2019 Kip? Do you hear me Demmers? Do you hear me Quill? I'm coming for your ass. You think you're so great, but I'm coming for you. Rest assured that your graves will be as deep as your sculptured pride--

Heeeere is that T-Chart again, plus more!

yyyyyYou might notice that Revali and Link are quite parallel, to paraphrase. Ayoooo, see what I did there? *dabs* I'm a genius. Anywho

They both start off the same way: 100 years ago they were in love and happy. Basically the equivalent of childish naivety. For the first time in their lives, life is whimsical and charming, and they make each other happy. In fact, it's almost a flaw with how they perceive this happiness. But don't worry! It doesn't last long!

You know what happens.

I think the chart is pretty self explanatory. Revali builds walls fast enough to give a republican a wet dream. Meanwhile Link makes every aromantic in the chat groan with his doubled down sentiments in the idea that his chances of being truly happy again are gone.

Now, I can't exactly describe the full on process of the inbetweens, and where Revali and Link are gonna go from here, because...you have to read it for yourself! Heehee...but something I did think was fun was how these character views on the themes are revealed. Because you'll notice that, I never give exposition. Ever.

Ok well, let me rephrase that. I never give exposition scenes. I will never give you a big LOTR fancy wizard scene explaining the ins and outs of a character's question or the world's magic or whatever. I'm a very impatient Kip, and I value efficiency. Nonono, it's all about multi tasking, baby!

Chapter 1: Holes is divided into three parts.

Post 100 Years - Medoh (Establishes Ghost Rev/Bonk Head Link's view)

100 Years Ago - Flight Range (Establishes old Revalink views)

Post 100 years - Mark (Develops Ghost Rev/Bonk Head Link's view in contrast to who they once were)

I think the way that you structure flashbacks is incredible vital, as it's a very quick way to characterize people without having them say stuff like "I used to be like you, until I took an arrow to the knee" or whatever.

And with the main structure of the chapters and the fic as a whole is focus on their characters, that means I can hide whatever other stuff I want in those scenes, becuase you're too busy absorbing the fun character stuff to realizing I'm giving you boring exposition. Like for example:

Post 100 Years - Medoh and Mark

Foreshadowing for the end of the fic

Set up connection to Medoh with Revali

Link has defeated Windblight

Link has been visiting Revali every night for the past few days

Link has already met Kass and presumably Teba

Link doesn't have the Mastersword

Revali's Gale is still an ability that needs master and practice on Link's end

And that's just some of the stuff.

And see, the only reason I can efficiently give all of this information regarding character, and even exposition, is because of the theme. The themes make everything relevant, and everything circles and encompasses one another, so there's absolutely no wasted space. I mean don't even get me started on how it's gonna be to characterize the other characters around this

I don't wanna talk about the other characters too much either because that's spoilers, but you can probably take a gandar based on my notes.

And oh my god this is just on the theme of the faults that come with "soulmates" and "true love" and all that, and how even magical destined relationships still require work and effort, and that no one thing or person solves all your problems. And that's not even TOUCHING the shit on trauma and scars. I didn't think it was even possible for me to talk about botw without touching on that, ha. Ah well, I've been talking for too long.

Revalink has a lot o' writing potential so das pretty cool yeah, I am excite

#revalink #paraphrase revalink #writing

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 16)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

UPDATES FOR WITCHER OF THE NIGHT WILL BE PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY NOW IN MY TIME (GMT +8)

CHAPTER 15.1

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: A horny and insecure witcher decided to talk what his mind has been keeping; making you see how much of a man he was that was worth to choose and be chosen. 

Warnings: NSFW 18+. (Yep. Again. Love it while it lasts, bb’s. Hehehe.) Some witcher in a rut. Finger sucking. Cream pie. Smut. Size kink. (I meant Geralt’s body build. LMAO *I base this story on the show. Not the game or books.*) an irritated bard? Ahehehehe. Nakedness? Geralt being soft and honest? (*screams*)

A/N: I was drained from the last chapter and I’ve taken a break. I was supposed to not update today due to it. I hope you can lend at least a minute to reblog or give me feedback, ghost readers out there! 💟 There ain’t no moments like this anymore because the plot will take its place on the next chapters! ENJOY WHILE IT LASTS!

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GERALT OF RIVIA WAS IN A RUT.

You were sure he was after being fucked into oblivion by the witcher for countless of times already; taking a lot of orgasms in just about eight hours? He was lucky that he was a mutant. However, in your side? It was unfortunate because your stamina was weaker than his.

Your poor punani has been overworked and wrecked again. Lungs seem to be incapacitated, dangerously reaching the critical level for accepting Geralt's wishes; another round of ceaseless bliss in which you certainly didn't defy. Pants and wheezes were muddled against the mattress as you shoved your face on it, vigorously being burrowed from behind.

Here you thought; feeling mighty and confident that you could take and last for how long his enhanced self would.

Technically, you were wrong. Utterly wrong.

Was it round twenty-five already? Thirty? You may never know because every time Geralt finishes, his girth somehow magically becomes stone hard again like he never spilled himself inside you. If only he wasn't sterile, you were probably about to get pregnant with little witchers somehow based on how he always milks you in; like you were his pet, letting you take it good.

The white wolf's libido was overly developed as well. As you were told by the man, himself. He could go on for hours, days and even weeks, nailing you repeatedly until you have no energy to comprehend what was happening, and you were sure that his enhancement with the desires he had was a perk and also a disadvantage for your weak self who had her virginity taken just days ago.

Your sexual experiences are being expanded and learned by Geralt, not knowing before that you had a size kink of being choked in his own weight above yours, baptizing every nook and space in their home like animals in heat and being treated like you were such a fragile little thing before being corrupted; tainting your once chastised soul.

The witcher was a person who had given you a different outlook in life. Bringing you to a wonderland in the midst of being railed repeatedly; consistent with his rigorous, shameless pounding from the back. Brusque. Sharp. Perfect for the angle that hits the perfect spot, polishing your hole that has sent you ripples and waves of glory.

Geralt's moans were withdrawn, holding back those sounds of pleasure from ponderously watching his girth push and slither inside your heat. His mouth tightly shut and thick eyebrows scrunched in rapture. Aureate eyes intensely concentrated on his hard cock slowly drilling back, keeping his bulbous head in before slowly drawling back like he like watching you be filled with his girth; admiring how you were stretched around his hardened cock.

He'd felt your body intensely tremble beneath his.

Your knees were quivering with every plunge. Warm drizzles of your cunt leaking with a mixture of his fluid and yours together; like art combined with a color that creates a new one. The room smelled like sex and sweat with a scent of fresh grass because of how the windows were wide opened.

Nobody would see you both in such a debauched position, right? you've thought that when Geralt has lowered you down against the mattress, his weight crushing and pinning you down, quickly getting to his job; sticking his girth inside of you like he never would get tired of doing so after basically baptizing the hallway through the second floor.

Elbows began to feel sore. A desperate whine began to gurgle from your dry throat. Hand tightly grabbing onto one of his that laid on the curvatures of your hips, dragging you back to his swollen girth with every shove; filling you over and over like how you deserved because you've been a good girl. Every time he did, Geralt never misses the spot that could bring you into another restless, writhing orgasm.

The filthy sound of skin slapping on skin came with icherous slimy caresses of your nectar coating each other's carnal greed. Noise came with his bedpost hitting the wall like a maddened gorilla raging out of its cage, when all of a sudden; you've heard Kolby's strange bark that seem to come from the first floor, alarming you both that his family has already came back. Yet, here you were, splayed below the witcher and still getting driven to his extremes.

Geralt pulled his hand away from the bed post, leaving a print and a crack of his hand against the wood. His fingers slid through your dangling breasts, palms groping your teat as he began to knead onto it like a cat trying to suckle from his mother; claws out as he tweaked your sensitive nipple in one breast to the other. Simultaneously changing hands as he continued to reach you both to the edge of Nirvana.

Then, you've heard laughter and complaining downstairs.

"Geralt," you started with a mewl, your body being rocked from behind, the sheets thoroughly disheveled from your tiring day activities. His hand that fondled your teat trailed up your body; while the other glided down for what throbbing nub that was needed attention for another release.

His palm gently met your mouth when you've began to moan from his fingers touching your clit, rubbing and circling it the right, pleasuring way while he went on with his ceaseless ramming.

"Hnnng," you whimpered, voice muffled from his large, calloused hand that covered your mouth; hushing you from any noise that could echo out of the room.

The way he was manhandling you does it. From the moment he tried shushing you up, your heat began to clench around him. Your body squirming and thrashing under his skin. Weakened from the sudden action as it made you tremble; feeling the coil beginning to snap with just a few more jabs.

More thuds and unfathomable complaints echoed outside the room. With Jaskier finally knowing what caused the commotion that he somehow managed to be in. Geralt didn't seem to be bothered about the fact that their table has been wrecked; though, the bard might say otherwise.

His plowing slackened when you’ve felt him breath heavily from behind, 

"Shhhh. Quiet down, midget." he clasped his palms tighter on your mewling mouth; hearing his breathless grunts above you was making you squirm in his hold. It didn't take you another lewd moan when Geralt's thick index and middle finger skid in between the pillows of your lips, an act of pacifying your noise down which has gotten an elicit of your juices flowing down your thighs, soaking you more than ever. But, you never did deliberate to suck on those fingers like how your mind has told you.

The smutty action was enough for him to briefly glance down at you, engrossed and captivated by a never expected bustles from his naive, greenhorn of a woman. 

Another weakened moan was muffled beneath the palm that clasped your mouth. Your fingers trying to wrench his own away from slightly pinching on your sensitive clit, dragging you to where you wanted.

Neverland. Nirvana. Heaven. Where ever you could experience bliss.

Or basically Geralt's bed because you were currently being brought to the edge of the rainbows.

He was persistent and continued rubbing on your nub, his thick, long fingers thoroughly drenched from your arousal. 

"Ugh---Hmm. fuck." the white haired witcher deeply grunted and moaned, his jutting hips bottoming out as he continued his desperate, urgent drives. Thrusts turning reckless. Panting breaths like dogs in heat; embracing every bit of his urgency to reach the floating clouds.

Your real name has slipped out of his tongue, sounding so lewd which has taken you over the edge. Knees began to shake as the high took over. Muscles clenching and also your cunt tightly choking his girth to spill his seed, urging him to thoroughly coat your insides. Another loud breathless grunt left his ajar lips; the sweat dripping down his temples as it also drenched his chest from all the activities. His heartbeat was running miles after miles, chasing to catch yours.

"G-Geralt, Geralt, Geralt!" you've salaciously cried out with every sloppy thrusts in the midst of having a muscle spasm; choking in the blast of euphoria when he'd took his hand off your mouth, grabbing onto yours which has been holding onto the headboards for dear life. Hence, as the witcher pulled your hand away; he'd done the unexpected.

Geralt of Rivia has sweetly peppered the back of your hands with honeyed kisses to soothe your convulsion; treating you like he wasn't fucking you to oblivion nor corrupting you from behind.

You've heard his breath hitch. The way he'd dropped his large hand on the mattress over your small ones, gripping onto it hard; you knew he came. He'd panted heavily above you, the new position being surrounded by his gigantic warmth. Your juices soaking your inner thighs as his load shot inside you. All warm and cozy; giving you a fuzzy feeling inside your chest that you couldn't explain.

He never pulled out until he was finished. You were so full of him, his seed dripping out of your cunt when his semi-flaccid cock dragged out of your overused pussy, telling him how he’d filled you more than he planned to. Your knees eventually buckled and lost its will to be useful for you; your face down on the pillow, running short of breath as you planted over the tousled sheets.

Geralt laid on the bed beside you, his large body built turned to you with an arm tucked below his head. Basking in all his glory and sweat with amber eyes solely worried for your weary form. You sounded like you were wheezing as he hovered over to pull the blankets over your waist, shielding you over the cold, crisp wind of the afternoon dew. Your whole body coated in the satiny sliver of your sweat combined with his and the witcher couldn't help but take in the view that he longed to be habituated once again before you came along.

Did he...actually break you while being drilled? he silently thought at the back of his tousled, half tied chalky white hair.

"Midget?" He softly muttered, using an elbow to peer down before you. Aureate eyes lingering a little bit longer. His fingers extending to graze along the line of sweat that covered your spine before reconsidering, hands ought to brush your disheveled hair away from your face, taking his time as he glided his fingers down through the side of your face.

He doted on the spent image of your sprawled body in the middle of his bed. Your heart turning more warmer than it ever could when you've felt him watching you over, the blankets glazing atop of your skin as you've closed your eyes, trying to steady back your breathing.

"I'm...fine. Just...spent. Let me...breathe," you breathlessly whispered.

"Hmm."

His faint, vibrating hum slowly calmed the fluttering butterflies flapping their wings inside your stomach. He earnestly cast his eyes over you. The thick pad of his fingers tracing along the hairs of your arm; giving you a shiver, padding down till the tips of yours before strikingly filling in the gaps of your fingers with his. Such a simple action making your heart feel snug with a hint of palpitation from the sudden, unusual gesture from the white wolf.

Well, he was certainly learning.

You've taken a peek from under the flat fuzz of your pillows; seeing amiable, tired, tender eyes. Rough, large palms delicately scraping through your soft ones, entwined amongst the unkempt silk of sheets from the result of your passionate tupping.

With your eyes still shut, a jaded admission was sent to the latter; assuming things from your negative state of mind. This always happens in the movies, right? the small voice in the back of your mind stated. After all the blissful moments, complication and problems tries to hinder over the blithe that wanted you to believe that this was a much of a miracle to happen.

It was subtly telling you that your presence in their world had a time limit because you didn't belong to their world in the first place. Salt came pinching down your heart at the sudden realization of that; getting a gist of feeling by choosing to live in their world forever, there were instances that would get you coming back from your dimension. Every felicitious moment feeling like it was all temporary and a fleeting scene in your mind.

The idea struck like a lightning. You didn't belong to their world; nor do you fit in.

Such a change of heart that you wanted to scurry home since the first day you've arrived; thinking that everything was just a dream or a nightmare that couldn't wake you up. But, in this exact moment; you felt like not wanting to go home.

"Why do I feel like you wouldn't come back after your hunt?" you weakly muttered; brushing off the infectious thought that could bring the felicity down; pulling yourself closer to him. You've tossed the bad shadows trying to lure you in as you've focused on the golden light that Geralt could let you see through. His warm breath fanned your face as you heavily sighed out the worry crippling out of your chest.

"You're overthinking." he deeply rasped, hearing him breath steady; sounding like his declaration had a double meaning. His thumbs brushed over your knuckles as he continued to reassure your troubled self, "---I never leave nor would I plan to. My family is my home,"

Geralt collected his thoughts, breaking through the spell you've always had to cast him in. Only your exquisite scent being the fire to thaw his walls down. It took him seconds before bluntly saying his next words, making you flutter your eyes open to see him softly smiling back at you. His tone warm, comforting and nesh for your sensitive, soft heart soul.

"---you are also my home. I'll always come back to you---always will find you,"

Those words that he stunningly said made your heart skip a beat. The cicatrix glowing beneath the sheets without you knowing, ecstatic of what has come out from his lips as a burst of bliss spread right through your chest.

You've felt the adrenaline rush from his sudden admission and change of aura; abruptly making you nail your elbows on the table, repeatedly blinking back at the witcher when you've felt the balmy cloud of warmth spread around your eyes; close enough for you to cry and you languidly leaned down to his very peaceful face to softly give him a kiss on the lips in which he gladly reciprocated.

No. This wasn't sweet nothings where he tries to win over your heart. His words was a declaration of breaking those walls down for you. It was a key for you to come hopping in, an invitation of seeing the real him; his vulnerable side that nobody ever sees.

Hence, this was the first time you've had someone showing you what it felt to be important, needed and cared for. A person with real intentions. Sensations which you never knew it existed or believed that you would ever get to experience such.

Nevertheless, it took you a trip to another dimension just to have it.

Your mouth left his with a euphonious twang. There was no rush to the kiss or any type of greed. Just a succulent sharing of what you wanted him to feel from your quiet response of what he said. It needed no words of approval or even a shedding of your tears; erasing the worries away if you started bawling your eyes out from his secrets that he whispered. His thick brows furrowed in a questionable expression, intently eyeing your dewy peepers staring back at him. Utterly fond. The witcher feeling as if there was profound affection deep within your eyes as you tried to shield them over with that twinkling gaze of yours.

He knew what he was seeing or feeling from you. But, he chose to ignore as of the moment.

"Jaskier's fond of you," he abruptly admitted, downright apathetic; his gravel tone expressing a mixture of interest and a little bit of doubt, not for you but for himself.

That simple display of what you've visibly felt made your heart soften a lot more than it ever could. Finding it hard to believe that this person slash mutant in front of you also had his own issues, sounding diffident with just conferring about this surprising fact he noticed from his friend who seemed to be catching feelings for you that certainly was quite difficult to believe.

You were biting the tips of your tongue from saying anything further more, pulling back from driving too fast that maybe Geralt was falling behind.

"Jaskier? Your Jaskier? The bard who always tries to ruin my day? you’re hallucinating, Geralt." you wanted to snort from his accusation.

Geralt has given you a dirty look, appearing to look like he has issues with you that he didn't want to expand as he kept his silence and continued to send a grimace. Was he hallucinating? Were he hallucinating when he'd read those words upon your lips hours ago? Was your endearment just a slip of your tongue? A simple caught up in the heat of the moment?

Was he also just hallucinating when you’ve called him ‘love’?

"Am I, really?" the witcher stated flat, sending a displeased hum as he subtly played with the softness of your fingers clutched to his bigger ones.

Your eyes turned wide from his deadpan, "What did I do? That banter sounded sarcastic, kitty!"

The latter slowly blinked, dragging a sigh as his baritone timbre turned stern and also meek no matter how hard he tried to cover it up from the roughness that he wanted it to sound like, you could read between the lines and sure enough, he was self-effacing from his friend who was also fond of you.

"Do...you like the bard?" he hesitatingly trailed off. The question ending with a pause as it sounded completely unforthright. You've given him a tender beam; child like and masking with nothing but innocence, affection and understanding, "Go on. I'm listening. Tell me what's on your mind," you started, seeing his tight lipped mouth shut. Those amber eyes briefly looking away from you,

"---Come on, please? Let me understand and see through the good heart that I've always believed in,"

Geralt gave it a moment. Exactly a minute as you've accepted the tranquil silence with him. Such silence that you have never imagined to be so comforting because back in your apartment, the stillness was eerie and cold; imagining hands trying to take your soul away from surviving a life by working in another country where you had no one but you.

"You're...significant to me." his glowing amber eyes turned heartfelt, shooting warmth through your skin and chest, "---you are a lot to handle. An unorthodox in my dimension. Yet, despite that, you're the havoc I didn't know I needed,"

"You're calling me chaotic. How sweet of you," you deadpanned, snorting from his metaphors that got you successfully rolling your eyes back at him.

"Your existence brought me sheer confusion about you. But, I'd rather have that befuddlement than to not be with you,"

Destiny brought you to him. Those assumptions he'd taken into consideration was now taken into account. Thus, destiny just needed this to not fuck it up. It shouldn't because he much rather not imagine how it would happen nor how he would be able to accept such fate laid before him. 

"Jaskier's...a friend---he's important to me," he continued, feeling your other hand fall onto the side of his face; soft fingers tracing along the scar on his forehead and cheekbones with that glimmer in your eyes that make him want to give you another kiss; readable in your peepers was the acceptance he never knew he needed so badly, "---No matter how annoying he is. He's still my companion. A real...friend. I've seen how comfortable you are with him, saw how compatible you were with the bard,"

You've stopped brushing your fingers along his marks. Your free hand sluggishly propping below your chin as you've peered down. A small grin curling your lips, "When have you been a love guru? Does this version of you come up with a graphic chart that tells how many percentages do I seem to be compatible with Jaskier?"

He kept silent, staring straight into your eyes with a lukewarm expression; not understanding your references.

You've given him a faint raise of your brow, skeptically looking at him with an amused flicker of your peepers, "You've seen us that night. Explains why Jaskier was ranting about the door you've broken,"

Geralt kept his mouth tightly shut, shortly looking away before giving you a pensive response, "I've already fixed it---and you know it was not just about that,"

Pulling your closed fist under your chin, you've tilted your head to the side. Pleased by his tamed reaction as you've leaned closer to his face, adoring Geralt's sublime features that never fails to charm you everyday. His charisma totally knocking your wits out as you could finally see more of his true self.

You started, your words smoothly dancing per word; sounding utmost sincere and in wonder, "People in your world say witchers don't feel emotions," even being disregarded like they weren't humans, you silently added much more to yourself when you paused to talk, "---Well, my witcher is exactly the opposite because you're full of it even though you sound unenthusiastic all the time---comes with the mutations, I guess?"

The soft look in his eyes warmed your soul. Attentive of the stars that seem to float inside those amber pair; looking like he'd caught them for you. He stayed silent, never breaking his gaze away from you nor planning to move away from your body close to his.

"Do you want me to be with the bard?" your question caught him off guard, keenly reading through what your eyes wanted to say. The query sounding like it was just a quip.

"Will that make you happy?"

Geralt warily asked, completely earnest of what he said that made you bite the inner plump of your lips. There was a long amount of silence, contemplating what made him think that way, even considering the idea of never getting in the way when you'll choose another person than him. Was he even real?

Your smile fell a little at the question, swiftly unwrapping your hands entwined with his which ignited a tight frown from the witcher when he miscalculated the sudden gesture. But, those dreadful thoughts ceased when you've poked his muscular chest, the part where his heart loudly beat beneath the pad of your index finger.

"Will that make...YOU happy?" you slowly emphasized and returned the question, intently gazing above him. When he never answered and stayed quiet, it was the right time to say words that couldn't be kept to yourself. You've forgotten to bite your tongue from saying anything further less.

"---But, YOU make me happy, Geralt of Rivia. Isn't that enough reason to choose you?"

Keen golden eyes deeply gazed into yours, as genuine than it has ever been before; sucking you in and having no chance to escape from the resplendent color of his hues. Geralt moved beneath to help himself by using his elbow, his sudden elevation making you tilt your head back to see him deeply staring, mouth turning into a tight straight line as he rasped.

"Even if it takes for your life back in your world to be taken away from you---fuck." he abruptly stopped in the middle of his sentence, briskly taking a glimpse of the door behind you when he could hear stealthy padded footsteps hiking up the stairs. 

Jaskier.

Geralt sharply sat his back on the headboard. His silvery, unkempt half-tied hair moving as he does so, the white sheets pooling just below his torso. He looked bedraggled and utterly sweaty which made it feel so fulfilling to have him in your presence looking like that. A miraculous snack. You could never have this opportunity back in earth.

You bit your lips from keeping yourself from grinning, curiously eyeing him as you mused. He deliberately scanned your exposed back, "What? What's happening?"

The latter took no questions and quickly pulled the covers over your shoulders as you laid on your front, slightly elevated with the help of your arms tucked under. He loudly sighed, sitting back on the wooden board. Recognizable footfall thumping louder and closer before a wind up bard barged in the room without knocking or announcing his presence.

"You two!" Jaskier exclaimed, ceasing midway in the middle of the room; looking lost and piqued. His pretty face morphed into a tight frown to find you and Geralt utterly rumpled under the sheets. You tossed a look over your shoulder to see the bard straight up crashing inside like there has been no lock or whatsoever.

Geralt motioned with his hands, palms on either side to show how taken aback he was from his friend who came trudging in like he owned the place. His face hinting with displeasure. Wordlessly gesturing towards the bard with a 'What the fuck?' face.

You skeptically hushed whispers beside the witcher, timidly pulling the covers over your wild head, looking stunned as you exclaimed, "I thought you locked the room? I told you to lock it!---What if it was Cirilla?!---Don't you know what a lock is, Geralt?!"

Despite of your panicking and embarrassed state, he was entirely the opposite as he sounded lackadaisical, going on by glaring at the bard who has his face scrunched in utmost displeasure, "I didn't expect them to arrive home this early." the witcher rolled his eyes from his galled self and sent a scowl towards the bard.

Jaskier raised his brow in disbelief, "Early? We've been gone for 8 hours, Geralt!"

"Well, I thought you'll be gone for at least a day and not barge in our room after we had a 'moment', Bard. A knock would’ve suffice."

Another set of padded footsteps, this time it sounded like this person was merrily hopping through the hallway. Until a ball of Ashen hair peeked through the opened doorway with a short Hirikka standing in the middle of the threshold.

"I'm here---woah!" Cirilla seemed to be knocked out of her boots when she saw you emerging from under the covers, bashfully covering your chest with the sheets, looking mortified by everyone seeing you in that kind of state. You were glaring at the witcher who tossed your off the side for a while as he dealt with his scandalous and crazy family.

"---I knew it!" the princess of Cintra loudly clapped and jumped on her feet. Her excitement immediately dying down when she noticed that you both weren't actually clothed beneath the white blankets. She firmly crossed her arms, her nose scrunching in disgust, "---Also, gross! Please do lock the doors next time!"

She whistled at the flabbergasted Hirikka who was sniffing the whole room in bewilderment; stout stopping before the bard as he sniffed him loudly enough for Jaskier to wave his face off away from his face. Cirilla whistled another, catching the beast's attention and making Geralt wince due to his heightened hearing, "Kolby, let's go! I'm giving you a nice warm bath!" before she shut the door closed behind them when he'd run off towards the princess.

Geralt and Jasker were giving each other stern glares; seeming to be in a challenge where one shouldn't back down despite of how mean it appeared to be like.

Jaskier was the first to talk, beginning his interrogation, "Who ruined the dining table?"

You swallowed the butterflies wanting to fly out of your throat, lifting a shaky finger to point at the witcher who was still as he sat on his side of the bed, "I’m definitely not the person who has superpowers here---It's him," but, Geralt seemed to answer in the same time with you.

"No one."

Jaskier didn't seem to want and take everyone's bullshit as he crossed his arms in front of you both. Geralt's clothes on one hand and yours in the other that made a blush go straight up your whole face, burning the dignity that was left. You wanted to yell from how irresponsible you were for leaving your clothes all around the house when you promised yourself that it'll be fixed after your activity.

You didn't expect Geralt to take eight hours---or you did?----and actually forgot what was needed to remember.

"Oh, no one, Geralt? I suppose this shirt is also owned by no one, considering how unclad you are right now? Hmm. Would this tunic come from the Hirikka then?" the toubadour raised his hand where Geralt's black under tunic has been balled up.

Jaskier dramatically puffed out a sigh, sounding like it was the end of the world for what has welcomed them when they came back from their weekly visit for Cuthbert. He held forth about your sudden shenanigans around the house like a father delivering a tirade.

"We leave for eight hours and this is what you both welcomed us in," pause. "---A broken bloody table where we dine!" Another pause as he threw Geralt's clothes at his face in which he caught it perfectly, "---your clothes everywhere in the house like snakes who shed their skins anywhere they go!"

Lastly, his foot fidgeted on the wooden floors, tapping in anxiety as he remembered that tiny scratch he had seen on his beloved musical instrument, entirely galled from the wound it received like it was his baby.

"---and also my lute---my beloved lute falling on the floors! You've hurt her!"

"We didn't touch your lute," Geralt's response was tepid, lazily blinking back at the enraged bard who stood in the middle of the room.

Jaskier's raised his hands to his hips, raising a finger and opening his mouth, expression wild and ready to send another harangue before back paddling inside his train of thoughts.

He briefly shut his mouth, tilting his head to the side as he wondered out loud, "Oh, maybe the air pushed it to fall. I remembered how I left the windows opened too. However---!"

Geralt cut his verbal onslaught, his gaze narrowing at Jaskier who also didn't back down at sending a nasty lour at the entertained witcher.

"I'll fix whatever is needed to fix, bard. Stop your whining," you've felt the bed squeak and bounce. Geralt slipped his legs out of the sheets, feet plopping down the floors as he heavily sighed. It needed power; manpower for Jaskier to leave the room and Geralt knew he wouldn't leave until he pushes him out of the threshold.

The witcher stood tall and firm, completely au naturel from head to foot like how he have been when he was a baby, stark naked without being moved by the idea that Jaskier was in the same room as you. His bare ass never shaking him off and so does the bard.

"Leave. Out of my chambers, Jaskier."

Geralt sauntered to where he is. Your eyebrows raising in amusement as you've marveled over the witcher in the nude. His beautiful, rugged bare back on show with that A+ rating of his derriere in which you freely tried to memorize inside your head.

Though, you couldn't help but take a glimpse of Jaskier who seemed unfazed by this whole nakedness he was seeing; like he was familiar of the whole thing and the white wolf's dangly bits hanging and it has peaked your curiosity.

Do they bathe together then?

The bard has seen your amused smile with a skeptical brow raised to what you were witnessing. Thus, he peeked around Geralt to acknowledge your curiosity; pointing at you with a roguish grin, "That face tells that you have been swimming deep inside the vast depths of the sea, wondering why I am not bothered by the witcher's nudity---"

"Jaskier," Geralt sent a tired warning and held his slim shoulders, forcefully turning him around as he pushed him forward, towards the door.

"---It's because I have rubbed chamomile onto his lovely bottom before! It was true! I never lied! It was a part of the rules in becoming the rightful travel companion until you came along and began rubbing it for himself! Though, I doubt you did it to join our adventures!---"

You couldn't help but stifle your tee-hee from his admission. Finding their friendship amazing to the point that he does it for Geralt; receiving nothing but his altruism and adventures that the witcher has shared together with him.

Geralt loudly closed the door behind Jaskier; his mouth running on and on about how such a change of habits it has been when you came in their life. He'd knock a lot of times, calling out for the both of you and trying to want and barge in your moment but your white wolf finally knew what a lock is and slid the wooden block over the hook to lock his chambers.

"He seriously rubs chamomile on your butt?"

The skyclad man turned on his heel, raising a skeptical brow as you tried to focus hard on his face and not his body that stood before you.

"I guess that silence means yes, then. Oof, such bromance! Don't you think I'm the one who's actually becoming a hindrance between your platonic relationship with your bard?"

"Ridiculous." He took several steps closer, making you turn your head from becoming too flustered over his glorious, scarred body that he certainly isn't afraid or diffident about his imperfections anymore after you've treated them like it was a part of him that you will always accept. Geralt sat on your side, reaching over the bedside table to look beneath the drawers.

The latter placed a small, transparent bottle on your hand. A clear yellowish tone of liquid inside as you stared at it, thoroughly intrigued, "What's this? Is it another one of your witcher potions?"

Geralt hummed in negation, lifting his calloused hand to take your chin in between his fingers, turning your head to look at his ardent, shining amber, "Eucalyptus Oil. Took it from Cirilla's chambers. For you---For later. Perhaps, our recent activities had you feeling utterly spent,"

You've blinked, taken aback from his plans for whatever it is he wanted. Though, it didn't take you to put two on two together to know where his plans would take you, "Why are you---Oh. I know. I definitely know what you want." pause. "---you are insatiable, Geralt."

Geralt gently nudged your chin, tilting it up to his advantage as he leaned down to press a soft buss to your lips. Once again, he'd took your breath away by how tender he was handling you. The mere opposite of what people see and expected from because they never had the chance to walk through him; they didn’t have the courage to know who he really was.

His thumb that rested upon your chin were easily replaced with his lips, kissing you on the spot before gliding the dimples of his nose to yours, subtly giving you an Eskimo kiss.

"My overly developed lechery certainly comes from the mutation,"

Geralt's mouth lifted into a small, unusual beam, fluttering his eyes closed as he concentrated on you and that specific comfort he found. Questions came hitting him like stones, breaking the mirthful bubble that he was brought in.

He didn't want you to go home anymore because he'd found home in you.

But, what if fate had move mountains and threw his happiness away again? Leaving him no choice but to watch you go?

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nice

When a girl comes crashing through the window of Bakugou’s dorm and he has the strongest urge to just keep her with him.

Part 8 of “I feel safe with you”

Bakugou x fem!reader

Words : 430

Series Masterlist

A/N : I haven’t written for this series in a good few months, hopefully there isn’t too much difference oof 

This entire chapter is hopefully just going to be some soft settling into school fluff because heehee

Hope you enjoy!

The moment lessons had finished, everyone turned to see the new addition to their class, and yet they were met with an empty seat. 

“Todoroki.” Kirishima called out. “You sit next to her, where did she go?”

He looked up as his name was called, placing his hand in between the pages of his book as a bookmark of sorts. 

“She stepped out a few moments ago.” he answered, pursing his lips at the unwanted crowd that had formed around him. 

“Oh that sucks.” Kaminari said. “I wanted to get to know her.” 

As the others agreed and chatted amongst themselves, Bakugou had slipped out of the classroom, hands stuffed into his pockets as he set out to look for her. Muttering under his breath, he turned and kicked open the door to the stairs, climbing up the floors until he reached the roof. 

“Y/N?” he called out, opening the door. 

“Over here.” a voice sounded out from a distance. 

He walked out to see her sat on the floor with the bento he made for her in the morning resting in her lap, a pair of chopsticks mid air and she turned to watch him walk towards her.

“What are you doing alone you idiot?” he remarked, rolling his eyes at her before settling down next to her, his back against a wall. 

“I’m not a fan of crowds.” she replied simply, eating another bite of her lunch. “The bento’s great, thanks Katsuki.”

“Whatever.” he remarked, opening up his own lunch with the ghost of a smile on his face. Watching his actions, she also smiled a little, letting her shoulders relax before they settled into a comfortable silence. 

After a while, he spoke up. “So you’re staying right?” he asked, almost sounding too hopeful for his own liking.” 

“I guess so.” she shrugged. “It’s not like I have anywhere better to stay. I suppose I could do with some more social interactions.” 

“I can introduce you to the others. They’re all idiots but they mean no harm.” 

She hummed in response, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief, before neatly folding up her lunchbox. “Maybe one or two people.” she nodded, turning back to look at him. “You can choose for me.” 

He agreed, giving her a grin. “I’ll make your time here in UA unforgettable.” he proclaimed, arrogantly sticking a thumb to his chest.  

“I have no doubt you will.” 

Her reply only fuelled his ego even more. He responded with another sarcastic eye roll but it was undeniable that this peace they were at felt incredibly 

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