#dumb teens bickering.

[originalartblog]

heehoohoohee soukoku

#forced to share a bed for no longer human. #dazai putting his hand on chuuya's back. #dazai having to deal with an injured chuuya. #dumb teens bickering. #Thoughts™ plague me #what are YOUR favourite tropes??? #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #skk #soukoku #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd dazai osamu #cw injury #blood #nawy's doodles #nawy's art #btw if i've seen it 2+ times then it's a trope now

[dellalyra]

OMG I WAS JUST HAVING BRAINROT ABOUT GOJO AND Y/N IN THEIR TEEN YEARS AND

imagine that back then they had to participate in a talent show or something and megumi and the rest watch the old video tape they found in the darkest corner of the library on campus.

the tape was in a box with a label reading "the best jujutsu tech students' and its just filled with memories of their teen years.

they decide to watch the talent show one and its just chaotic as hell. mid way through megumi, nobara and yuuji get caught watching it lmao

𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣! 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

A/N: this request. came in last night - and it’s all I’ve done today because it was so perfect it’s all I could think about. ur amazing ily

CW: swearing, weed, suggestive stuff, mdni i stg shoo

“Itadori! Bring these to the garbage!” Nobara shouts.

“Why me?! Why can’t you do it?!” He retorts as Megumi just rolls his eyes at the two of them, he wonders how they turned into siblings so easily.

“Fushiguro! Tell your boyfriend to take this to the garbage. It’s heavy and he should use his freaky wall-breaking strength for something useful!” She shouts back.

“Eh?! Is exorcising cursed and carrying you like a sack of flour not useful?! Or always carrying all your dumb shopping?!” They’ve broken into an all out sibling squabble by now, Megumi just turns away and continues the task of clearing out the storeroom behind the dojo in the school. Pushing boxes of old files and reports out of the way, he finds a box covered in doodles and stickers, taped shut at the top. He goes to inspect the very out of place container and finds words among the doodles of weirdly shaped beings and flowers.

‘The Best Jujutsu Tech Students.’

“Will you two shut up for two minutes, come look at this.” He says over his shoulder to the two, with Nobara releasing Yuuji from the headlock she somehow got him in.

“Ancient treasure! I told you we’d find something cool.” Yuuji shouts, pumping his fist into the air.

“What is this, Pirates of the Caribbean?! We’re clearing out a high school storage room, dumbass.” The girls rolls her eyes.

They inspect the box, trying to figure out the doodles.

“It doesn’t look super old? Open it, Itadori.” Nobara says.

“Will you quit telling me what to do?!” He says, huffing.

While they resumed the bickering, Megumi took a knife he had hidden in the shadows and sliced through the lines of tape holding the box together. The sound alerted the other two who peered into the box alongside him.

“Wait, are they… DVD’s?” Megumi asks.

“Yeah - but they’re homemade ones. Is there a label on them?” His boyfriend says, leaning in to get a closer looks.

The box itself was filled with small DVD cases of many colours - all labelled in a scrawling handwriting the kids felt like they knew.

“There’s a DVD player in the room where I hung out when I was dead.” Yuuji says, and hauls the box up and begins to walk. None of them even needed to discuss whether or not they’d be watching them, like a hive mind - but with maybe two shared brain cells.

They all made their way across campus, to a room in the same building as their Sensei’s office.

Nobara insisted on grabbing snacks from the vending machine en route, and they sat down on the sofa while Yuuji loaded the first date labelled ‘2003, December.” Well, that’s what they think it’s said. The handwriting was such a chicken scratch it almost looked like a doctor’s unintelligible writing.

The screen came to life - sounds buzzing and voices echoing (albeit muffled) as the screen panned from looking at the floor - to the sky, the the floor again. Then - a face came on screen.

A very familiar one - but… a hell of a lot younger.

“Wait… is that -?” Nobara asks.

“Shoko-sensei?!” Yuuji exclaims.

“That’s kinda how she looked when I was a kid. She’s in her uniform, so this must be when she was in school.” Megumi adds.

The camera pulls away from the close up on her face as another figure enters the shot - a man with odd bangs, silky black hair tied up into a bun and piercing dark eyes. He had a lazy smile in his face as he looked into the camera, poking a finger into Shoko’s cheek.

“What the fuck, Suguru?!” She says as she flicks his hand away.

“That’s - that’s Geto Suguru.” Megumi says. Geto had always been a bittersweet topic in their house, only getting worse in the last year and a half since… since he died.

The next action causes a gasp to echo across the room. A smiling face pops up between both figures.

Dark, circular sunglasses perched on a slim, pale nose and a wide, toothy, cheeky smile sat under a mop of shocking white, messy hair.

“Holy shit! That’s -” Yuuji starts.

“Dad.” Megumi whispers, seeing Satoru so young, probably around his age was amazing to him.

“Wow! It’s working! Is it on? Is it filming?” 16 year old Gojo says, voice eerily familiar, but much younger.

The three faces were all staring into the lens of the camera, only visible from the shoulders up. On screen, Shoko looked down and moved her arm and another head popped up from the bottom of the screen, trying to squeeze in.

The head of H/C hair and shiny eyes wiggled their way into the shot between Suguru and Shoko, and under Satoru.

“Did you say it’s on? It on recording right now?” The new figure pokes the camera.

“No fucking way… Fushiguro! That’s -” Nobara says, swirling to look at the taller boy.

“My mom.” He says, eyes fixed on screen. Your face was younger, hair the same as ever, eyes still full of excitement and curiosity and voice slightly higher than it is now. A hand pats the top of your head, a pale one - Satoru.

“Do a dance for the camera, Y/N.” Satoru says, smiling.

And you do a little wiggle in your spot squeezed between everyone as the other three burst out laughing.

The camera cuts off, and the screen changes to a view of the outside - all of them immediately recognising the training field.

In view is Geto and Gojo, sparring at such a ridiculously quick speed it’s barely visible. He could hear giggling behind the screen and recognised the voices of you and Shoko laughing about something that happened in class.

“They’re such show offs.” Your voice says.

“Geto genuinely wants to train, Gojo is just trying to impress you.” Shoko says, voice muffled by something - which he later sees as a lollipop, figuring it out when it gets launched across the field - presumably in retaliation for her comment by you.

“No way, Koko! That’s just dumb, he’s just a show off in general.” Your voice echoes.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.”

The camera cuts off again. The next thing they see is the night sky, and raucous laughter. The camera is being held by Shoko again, and she points it to a view of a rooftop - the flat part of the roof of the dorm building. The camera turns to one Suguru Geto, eyes hazy and smile even more languid than normal. In his hand was a smoking object - which he passed to Shoko.

They were both laughing together about Shoko saying she could see a constellation shaped like a penis, and the hysterical giggles and she rested her head on the boys shoulder told them that the joint in Shoko’s hand was very much affecting them.

There were clambering sounds.

“I can’t reach!” Came your voice, distant and off screen.

“C’mere shortstack, I’ll give you a boost.” The teasing lilt of Gojo’s voice came after.

“Thanks, Jack the Beanstalk.” Your retort sent the two original stars into another round of laughter before you and Gojo enter the frame, both holding a plastic bag of snacks.

Shoko gives you the joint as you sit, and you take a quick puff and pass it back to Suguru. Satoru declines it, saying it makes his eyes feel funny to which you all nod and say ‘makes sense’.

“Did you get me spicy chips?” Suguru asks, combing through the bags.

“Yes. But - you had to tell me you love me to get them.” Satoru says, smirking.

“Gojo Satoru - you are the light of my life, the centre of my world, the reason my heart beats, please, May I have my child you absolute fuckwad.” He says, as Satoru throws his head back laughing and throws a red bag of chips at him before tackling him to the ground demanding a kiss.

You laugh at the scene, turning to Shoko.

“See - that’s how Geto has at least one date every weekend.” You say, opening your chocolate.

“Man-whore.” She responds, sucking on a lollipop.

The screen flashes black. The same view is on the screen, but the atmosphere is much calmer. Suguru lay, head on Shoko’s lap and her deft fingers carding through his hair as he listens to whatever nonsense Gojo is spouting. The camera turns to a view that has Nobara and Yuuji cooing. Satoru is sitting, arm around your back to keep you upright with your head on his shoulder, eyes closed and clearly sleeping.

Suguru’s voice whispers into the camera.

“And these two say they’re not into each other.” Followed by a scoff from Shoko.

Next up is a view of the training field again, with a sight that made the three current first years laugh. Suguru was laying on the grass, and he was bench pressing you - his makeshift weight - as you lay relaxed horizontally reading a book, the casual nature made it clear this was a daily occurrence.

Once his reps are finished, he gently lets you down and you don’t even react, just laying on the grass continuing your book. He stands up and waves to Shoko, who he’s just noticed with her camera and proceeds to take off his shirt and let down his hair.

“Put your damn shirt back on!” Shoko shouts.

“God damn, maybe I should be a curse user.” Nobara utters, whistling and fanning herself.

The camera is next held up by Satoru - who smiles and puts a finger to his lips to symbolise silence, for some reason, like the camera would be unexpectedly loud. He turns the camera and in the backseat of a car is Shoko and you, both asleep and earphones split between you with a bright pink iPod on Shoko’s lap. Her head was resting in the crook of your neck, and you cheek rested on top of your head.

“They really have always been best friends, haven’t they?” Yuuji says. Megumi is reminded of last week, when Nobara and Yuuji fell asleep in the back of Ijichi’s car, in the exact same position.

The camera operator is back to Shoko now, who is filming the most beautiful scenery. Sakura petals are drifting through the air as throngs of people wander around what appears to be a festival. There’s food stalls and trinket stands and everyone around is in their finery.

“Suguru! Show the camera your best pose.” Shoko says, as Suguru appears on screen decked out in a black and grey kimono with his hair in a half up, half down style.

He throws a peace sign at the camera and then takes it so he can film Shoko who’s in a pretty red Yukata pattered with black and white koi. She smiles and then waves as she looks off camera.

“You’re late, Satoru. Where’s Y/N?” She says as Gojo comes on screen.

He’s wearing a dark blue and silver hakama which looks like it cost the same as a house, Suguru wolf whistles and Satoru pretends to fawn over him.

“She was having lunch with her mom, she’s probably going to be here - holy shit.” Satoru says, but cuts himself off halfway as his jaw drops open.

The camera pans messily as Suguru turns to where Satoru is looking.

You’re walking toward them, smile on your face and usually messy hair styled in a beautiful updo, make up making your skin glow in the afternoon sun. You were wearing a light pink, billowy, gauzy hanfu with tiny pale green flowers and leaves around the edges. You did truly look incredibly stunning. You had a little bag in your hand, and the camera flew back to look at Satoru who was gaping at your approaching figure. His usually pale skin flushed with a pink dusting.

His mouth moves, and it seems unconscious when he whispers to himself.

“Beautiful…”

You walk into the frame, smiling brightly and hugging Shoko and then freezing when you see Satoru, eyes widening at the strikingly handsome figure he makes, every inch a fairytale Prince. The pink on your cheek matches your outfit as you stammer out a breathy,

“Hi, Satoru.”

“Hey, Y/N.” He says, mouthing opening and closing as you look at him through fluttering lashes.

There’s a jolt as it seems Suguru holding the camera elbows his best friend and whispers in his ear, just audible to the camera.

“Bro, tell her she looks beautiful, damn it.”

“You… you look um - beautiful, Y/N.” He stammers out, and the three first years watching laugh at how their oh-so-smooth sensei was once such a mess he needed prompting to flirt from his friends.

You flush even deeper.

“Thank you, Satoru. You look really good too. The um… the blue really suits you. The restaurant I had lunch with my mom had Sakura mochi, so I - I got you some.” You say as you shove a small nicely wrapped box at him and Satoru seems to melt. Shoko appears on screen, making a circle with one hand and poking a finger through it repeatedly in a very lewd gesture that has Suguru cackling.

“Wait - they’re not even together yet. They didn’t get together until the end of their second year.” Megumi muses, smirking.

“So they’ve always been this whipped for each other.” Nobara laughs.

The DVD ends there, and Yuuji jumps up to put in the next one, labelled ‘second year’.

The video begins with you sprinting toward Shoko and her catching you in her arms.

“I missed you so much! A whole summer without you, it was torture. How was the medical camp?” You ask her, barely taking a breath between words.

“Did you not miss me, lil’ lady?” Came a smooth voice as one Geto Suguru wraps his arms around you too, and you squeal in excitement. The three standing are then abruptly tackled to the ground as a blur of white and black whizzes toward them.

“Satoru!” Came three scolding voices.

“How the fuck did you do that, you lanky - oh.” Shoko is stopped abruptly as they all stand up and the change in Satoru is clearly visible. Long gone is the beanstalk boy of their first year, all arms and legs at 16 and now at almost 18 - a broad shouldered, 6ft 3, sharper jawline and longer hair Gojo stands before them. You look like you might faint.

The video stops and then resumes looking at a very familiar blackboard, and a much younger Yaga beside it.

In front of the blackboard there’s two students in Jujutsu High uniforms - both in party hats and standing under a banners with ‘Welcome First Years!’ written in big bubble writing on it, the sounds of streamers and party poppers came through the room as the camera was set down on a desk.

Gojo comes on screen and waves his arms as if to show off the two students. One looked incredibly happy, a beaming smile full of excitement and the other looking absolutely miserable, but given how painfully 2005 emo he looked - it wasn’t surprising. Megumi smirked, seeing the blond boy on screen and knowing exactly who it was from photo albums you kept - but he waited to see when the other two would notice.

“Welcome to Yu Haibara! Please - introduce yourself!” Gojo says, pointing a bottle of cola at him like a microphone.

“Hi! I’m Yu! I’m 16 and I like rice and people!” He says, voice full of enthusiasm.

“Thank you! Next up, Gerard Way!” Satoru smiles and point the mock microphone to the other boy.

“Do I have to? This feels unnecessary.” He says, grimacing.

“Yes! You do!”

“Fine. My name is Nanami Kento -”

Megumi didn’t hear the rest of the sentence as a chorus of ‘What the fuck!?’ Echoes from the two beside him.

“Nobara, rewind that - I think I heard it wrong, I thought the emo kid said his name was Nanami, hah!” Yuuji exclaims.

“No need. You heard right.” Megumi smirks.

“No fucking way! That’s Nanamin?!” Yuuji is smiling so wide at the sight of his mentor as a moody teen.

“Yup. I remember his hair like that, he had a lip ring and a nose ring too. Geto Suguru pierced his nose with Shoko’s med kit for him when they drank too much whiskey at my mom’s 18th. There’s a picture of them doing it framed in their room at home.” Megumi scoffs a laugh, the other two in shock at the revelation.

The camera stops again and next time is looking from an upstairs window as voices whisper.

“What is she doing?” Shoko asks.

“It looks like she’s talking?” Geto asks.

“There’s a tiny spike in her cursed energy - wait, I’ll try see if there’s someone around.” He says and the clink of his sunglasses hitting the windowsill breaks the quiet.

On screen, there’s you in a pair of fluffy blue pyjamas and a winter knitted hat as you seem to be kneeling and ushering something small out of a bush. Satoru seems to have gotten distracted and the camera pans to him - who’s just staring out the window with the most dopey, lovestruck smile on his face.

“Satoru.” Suguru says, flicking his ear.

He snarls, but blushes.

“I - I can’t tell but, it kinda seems like? She is trying to talk to something.” He says, as they all crane their necks as you pull something into your arms and stand up, taking off your hat and tucking whatever you found into it and scurrying back inside.

An obnoxious ringtone of crazy frog blasts through the room and Satoru flips open his phone and answers it.

Since it’s you, he puts it on speaker.

“Hey, Satoru - are you still at the store? I - kinda need something, urgently.” Your voice asks.

“Eh - yeah, I’m at the store. What do you need?” He says, trying to hush the two sniggering traitors beside him who are fully aware that he came back from the store an hour ago and is sitting in Suguru’s dorm with them.

“I - um, I need kitten milk.” Your voice says, just as the camera cuts off.

The next few videos are just videos on videos on you and a tiny, tiny kitten, feeding it from a small bottle and it sleeping on your chest, or Satoru playing with it and a ball of wool in hysterical laughter. One video is taken by Shoko with Suguru in the frame playing with the kitten who is trying to catch his bangs and on the sofa, is you sitting on Satoru’s lap, as he looks at you adoringly and you giggle and place a kiss on his lips. Given that it’s about 3/4 of the way through your second year, it means you’re freshly together after torturing your friends with mutual pining.

Megumi looks closer at the kitten, and the tabby is very recognisable to him - given that to this day, the hairs of that kitten, now 13 years old and still thriving due to your unwavering spoiling, still decorate any black fabric in your home.

“Is that baby grumpy George?!” Nobara asks, hitting the nail on the head.

The video fades again, and then the screen is illuminated by a makeshift stage in the school sports hall. Another large banner is on the wall, with ‘Talent Show’ written in large writing, Megumi now noticed the big bubble writing was the same as had been on every ‘happy birthday’ banner he’d had every year.

The announcer, he recognises as a smiling principal Yaga - even though this is surely not a school organised or endorsed event, but probably the work of the couple he now calls his parents.

“Welcome to Jujutsu Talent Show! The rules of tonight are as follows a) no cursed techniques or cursed energy and absolutely no sabotaging! Panda! Do you want to say who’s going first?” Yaga announced as he lifts up a baby panda and the voice of the baby says “Nanami and Yu!”.

Yu skips on stage, decked out in a cape patterned with stars and a large top hat, followed by a very sullen Nanami Kento, adorned with a nose and lip ring now.

“Ladies, gentlemen, cursed corpses! My name is Yu the Magic Man and this is my assistant, the Fantastical Nanamin! Does anyone here like rabbits?” He announced, and takes off his hat, revealing a stuffed rabbit on his head - commencing the world’s worst magic show. The highlight was definitely Yu asking Nanami to pull the scarf from his sleeve and after pulling and pulling and pulling, a very frustrated Kento growls ‘Fucking hell, Yu - how long is this thing?’ Completely breaking what little mysticism surrounded the performance. Geto didn’t help, when he muttered ‘that’s what she said’ after Nanami’s complaint, setting the second years off.

After a bow to his rapt audience, and lots of cheering and supportive clapping from you all - the first years leave and Yaga announces the next performance.

A loud bang echoes through the room,

“Holy shit!” Your voice, the 28 year old you, carries through the room as three heads spin around to see their sensei’s back, arms supporting the thighs around his waist, belonging to his wife who’s lipstick is smudged across her cheek and her husband’s face. The white haired man’s white shirt was partially unbuttoned and your sweater had fallen completely off you shoulder - combined with the position you entered the room and the ruined cosmetics it was quite clear why the teachers had stumbled into this forgotten room of jujutsu tech.

“Get a fucking room.” Megumi grumbles.

“We were! But you’re here! And just for that I’m gonna tell you that the sofa you’re sitting on was where Akio was conceived.” Gojo retorts, trying to fix himself as all the kids groan.

“Both of you, hush. ‘Toru - look at the screen.” You were transfixed on the paused screen.

“Wait! Is that - that’s our talent show! From second year! Where did you guys find this?” Satoru says, leaping over the back of the sofa and plopping down but not before turning around and picking you up by the waist and sitting you in his lap.

“I thought all the DVD’s were lost! Koko couldn’t find them after we graduated!” You say, as you keep staring at the screen.

“We were clearing out the storage room, like Ijichi asked and we found a funky box with DVD’s in it.” Yuuji says.

“Oh my god! Press play!” You say, clapping.

“Look at angry Nanamin!” Gojo says, smiling.

“Next up is Y/N and Shoko!” Screen Yaga announces.

You and Shoko are dressed in the most colourful outfits ever, you’re beaming and Shoko looks exhausted. Large headbands, crimped hair, tutu skirts, leggings, neon leg warmers and beads were the costume of choice as Geto stood on one side of the stage.

“Welcome to - Y/N and Shoko’s dance bonanza!” You both say, and Geto presses play so that Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun plays to match the 80s Cyndi Lauper style outfits. Having danced ballet as a little girl, and being a big fan of Just Dance and Dance Dance Revolution - you decided that you and Shoko would do this for the show, exhausted and unenthusiastic - but endlessly loyal to her best friend and determined to not let Gojo win the show. You guys danced a perfectly in sync routine with 28 year old you shouting ‘Oh my god, I still remember the routine!’ Halfway through. Yuuji was hopping along on the sofa beside Megumi.

Before Shoko could collapse into a heap as the song finished, she was thrown over Suguru’s shoulder and hauled off stage with Gojo doing the same for you.

After a brief intermission, Geto and Gojo were welcomed on stage in matching black tuxedo’s, off camera your voice could be heard saying ‘ugh, I’m gonna climb that man like a tree later, suits are the best.’

“Ladies, gents - tonight welcome to The GS squared stand up comedy show, enjoy your night and Geto’s number is available after the show.” Gojo drawls into the mic.

Megumi didn’t expect the routine to be as funny as it was, everyone especially enjoyed the part where they did impressions of different Jujutsu Elders, including Naobito Zen’in and Principal Gakuganji - which were unnervingly accurate but highly offensive to them, especially when Gojo got on his knees to imitate how short the elder Kyoto principal was and Geto kept playing Looney Tunes on the projector to show Naobito’s ‘cursed technique’.

When the audience were thoroughly hysterically laughing, with the audience being Yaga, MeiMei, Panda, Y/N, Shoko, Yu, Kento and Utahime who was visiting Shoko for the weekend, the boys bowed, winked and walked off stage and the camera caught Gojo bending down to whisper something in his ear which had you looking at the sky and blushing - still getting used to openly loving each other.

The voting wasn’t recorded, but the winners announcement was and it was shown to be Yu and Nanami - who everyone, except for themselves had voted for.

“Oh my god, these are priceless! I can’t believe I got even funnier with age, and look at your cute little outfit, princess!” Satoru coos.

“There’s a whole box of them, we’ve only watched 2!” Yuuji says, bouncing and handing the box to you and Satoru.

“No way, it’s the whole box! I remember decorating it with Koko! Hold on, I’m gonna ring her to come here.” You say as you take out your phone, smiling at the lockscreen of Satoru, Megumi and your 6 month old son and pulling up Shoko’s contact to ring her to ‘get her ass down here for a surprise’.

“Oh, ‘toru! I bet our DVD of our trip together to Fiji in the summer of third year, Shoko lent us her came for it!” You say, wrapping your arms around him and settling in while Yuuji loads the next DVD.

“Classes are cancelled, I’ve decided it’s home movie day - do we have any popcorn?” Satoru says, smiling at how fondly Megumi is looking at the screen, a still pause screen of himself and you smiling in the training yard together - still looking as lovingly at each other 13 years later. Yuuji has his arm wrapped and Megumi’s shoulders and is leaning into him, as the dark haired boy rubs circles on his boyfriend’s knee - Nobara has her legs stretched across the laps of both boys as the newest video begins.

The door swings open, Shoko entering -

“No fucking way! You found them! Kids, move up - let Aunty Koko sit.” She says, plopping herself between the arm and her two best friends, her nephew and their bonus kids.

She’s glad she bought that camera.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #family formations extras #dad!gojo

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being ex-HYDRA and Bucky being your mentor

Bucky Barnes x teen!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: @marvelflame2010: “Hello, can you write headcanons for Bucky Barnes being a mentor to a teenager (around 15-16) that was ex-HYDRA and is trying to be a hero? read your request rules, so I hope that this is proper. Thank you!”

sometimes it felt like no one knew what you had went through, being abducted and forced to be a weapon for a secret organization whose purpose was to gain more control

but when you met these avengers, it felt like everyone and their momma knew what it was like

bucky barnes, for example

the winter soldier, a WWII soldier deemed missing in action, presumed dead, and happened to be a prisoner of war and beyond

the experimentation and mind control he endured was much like your own, which gave you some comfort

“does it ever feel weird hearing one of your trigger words as a civilian? you know, now that we got ‘reset?’” -you

“not…no, not really? who’s speaking russian around you, y/n?” -bucky

“uh…i mean, no one. i’ve just been watching a lot of russian tv recently” -you

“why would you naturally assume i am also doing that?” -bucky

“why did you assume i didn’t?” -you

ok, thats not the greatest example of bucky mentoring you, but it’s a great example of sarcastic bickering!

honestly, the hardest part was learning how to be gentle again

if you could even say you were ever gentle to begin with being taken so young

it was hard to be so ruthless and unfeeling and have to start feeling

the nights of panic and anxiety were the worst, they made you wish you had that switch in your mind still. you’d whispered the trigger words to yourself sometimes to see if they were still there and if they could “help” you turn off those feelings

but bucky knew. he knew and he learned and he stuck with you

“y/n, those feelings are good” -buck

“no! no, they’re not. why are you saying it’s good to feel bad? i can’t breathe! i can’t think!” -you

“because you have feelings now. it’s the same as when you’re happy. you get to feel happy, it comes with all that other stuff. you have options, opportunities, this is one of them. you just have to take deep breaths” -bucky

combat training was the strangest feeling

“nope. too hard” “pulling your punches now” “your aim there was lethal” “you can’t put that much force into a chokehold” “cutting someone’s finger off isnt cool, y/n. kind of a dick move” “you automatically try to inflict severe injuries, arteries should not be the go-to. disarm your enemy first, if anything”

nothing ever felt right

if you were fighting effectively, you’d risk killing someone, which isn’t what you do anymore

if you held back too much, you’d be injured or killed, and all this would be for nothing

there had to be a sweet spot, but it was never what you were trained for. you were trained to eliminate your targets by any means

but you understood bucky all the same

bucky was there to help you acclimate to the norm too

like, whatever that was

says the guy with the metal arm and fought in world war ii despite the fact it was now like. 2020-something

like a normal ass dinner

“you know, i rarely ever got to go out to eat as a kid” -bucky

“can you ever say something that doesn’t make you sound ancient?” -you

“hey, you wanna pay for your meal tonight or do you want me to?” -bucky

“sorry…” -you

you liked to watch dumb tv shows (the american kind) with him

he’d indulge for a few minutes and then walk off unless he was REALLY interested

actually, he really enjoyed the office

“which avenger would each character be?” -you

“don’t…don’t make me do that” -bucky

“come on! you know, i kind of think phyllis and bruce are alike. like, theyre soft until they get mad and then all bets are off” -you

“that is…dumb” -bucky

sam really loved that bucky was there for you

but he saw that bucky was kind of doing it to distract himself too

“you know, me and steve found bucky just minding his business a while back. all he wanted then was to be alone, mind his business. this? this was what he needed” -sam

“what? a teenage hydra defector?” -you

“i mean, if youre gonna put it that way” -sam

“no, i get what youre saying” -you

steve actually didn’t come up too much, you know?

you thought bucky was trying to keep himself in the present as much as he could

which was what you were trying to learn from him in the end. how to move forward

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[midnightmoonytales]

𝕊𝕝𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

A/n: Have I been swamped with schoolwork all week? Yes. Am I writing instead of doing my assignments? Yes. Also, I am working on the request in my inbox, they just take me a little longer to get out than a quick skit or headcanon.

Summary: The Slytherin gang as different Stiles's Stilinski scenes from Teen Wolf

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Draco after the others were asking him a simple question and answered in an unconventional: "I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, ok."

Draco: "Sarcasm is my only defense."

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Mattheo: "You called the others before you called us!"

Pansy: "I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?"

Everyone: YES!

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Blaise: "Now what should we do about the 20ft wall of windows!?"

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Draco: "A Dead Body!?"

Y/N: "No, a body of water"

Y/N: "Yes, dumbass, a dead body!"

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Theodore: "It's Theo, call me Theo or I swear to Godric, I'll kill you"

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Theodore and Mattheo being caught by McGonagall after doing some dumb shit.

Theodore: "It depends on how you define lying."

McGonagall: "Well, I define it as not telling the truth."

McGonagall: "How do you define it? "

Theodore: "Pshhh...reclining your body in a horizontal position..."

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Y/n talking about Theodore: "Uh...He's failing two classes"

Y/n: " A little socially awkward,"

Y/n: "And if you kind of look close enough his jawline is uneven"

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Pansy after everyone found Theodore passed out in the rain: Well, what's wrong with him?"

Y/n, pocking his unconscious body with a stick: "What's wrong with him? I don't-"

Y/n: "Do I have a Ph.D. in unconsciousness? How am I supposed to know?"

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Draco and Mattheo bickering when the gang was sent out on a mission:

Mattheo, wipes blood off his hands as the others pull Draco up to his feet: "You faint at the sight of blood?"

Draco: "No...but I might at the sight of A CHOPPED OFF ARM!"

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@ghostofscarley @devilishwitchfantasies

#hp fandom #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #pansy parkinson x reader #pansy parkinson #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott

[whotfletamothhyperfx]

I FINALLY DREW SONICS “FLYING MONKEYS” (2.0)

IVE FINALLY GOTTEN AROUND TO DESIGNING THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME THEY’RE LITERALLY THE BEDT I ADORE THEM GONNA GO INTO THEM A LITTLE SINCE I LOVE THEM!!

Storm, Wave and Jet are a group of henchmen sonic hired after getting rid of his old ones, sonic calls them his “flying monkeys” as a joke but they’re mainly known by everyone as the jitterbugs. (Jet argues that it’s not very terrifying but storm says that if it’s the name they’re given it’s the name they’ll keep. They were given it for a reason. (Jet still thinks it’s dumb))

ok first of Jet isn’t really into the whole henchman thing, kid has always wanted to be a professional racer but that’s kind of put on hold when he’s dragged off to be one of sonics servant. Out of everyone sonics hired as henchmen surprisingly Jet reminds him the most of tails. Jets young, spirited and hot headed but he’s also kind of you get to know him. He’s a good kid deep down in that pre-teen rebellion. He also never backs down from an argument which sonic finds entertaining, Wave and Storm try to persuade him not to pick fights with sonic though considering what happened to sonics original “flying monkeys

Wave is probably one of the only person in the world that Jet will actively listen too. He finds her cool. She’s the brains of the group completely. She used to be the best flyer out of the three but she crossed paths with the wrong person one day and they ended up cutting her wings off. That’s how sonic found them. He took them in and takes care of them. (Despite how much they bicker and fight sonic likes them) she ended up building her own pair of mechanical wings, she’s not as fast as the other two but now she doesn’t get tired as easily so she counts that as a win. She’s probably the calmest out the three, and she will kick your ass if you need your ass kicked.

Storm is different from his other two siblings. He used to be this gentle giant ball of energy but he kind of lost that after a while. They used to have a good home in emerald city but after they were caught stealing food to eat one to many times they were cast out. Storm was always resentful after that but he took It in stride and took his siblings to raise as his own. He’s extremely protective of them. That’s why he took on the job with sonic. After waves wings got cut of sonic saved them patched wave up and didn’t expect anything in return. Sonic just said they could go as long as they didn’t say anything about him being soft. Storm offered to be his henchman in return for somewhere to stay and sonic agreed. It reminded him of his and tails situation. Storm is fully loyal to sonic, he trusts him with everything.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog au #sth au #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog fanart #sth fanart #jet the hawk #jet the hawk fanart #wave the swallow #wave the swallow fanart #storm the albatross #storm the albatross fanart #sonic wizard of oz au #sonic woz au

[soupthatistohot]

Soukoku is a bit fucked up... but that's why they work

Dazai and Chuuya do not have a normal relationship, however you want to define that (platonic or romantic). Without the context of their backgrounds, it reads as like... really fucked up. And that's true, to an extent, but to eliminate their circumstances is to do them a great disservice, in my opinion

First of all, I'd like to acknowledge that I'm fully cognisant of the fact that skk were not written to be a romantic pairing— Asagiri simply does not intend for them to be perceived as such. That being said, this does not mean that audience interpretations of a media are invalid. I ship skk, and as such this analysis may include my romantic interpretations of them as a pair and i acknowledge this bias at the same time that I acknowledge the validity of my interpretation.

Let's look at Chuuya's background first. He has little to no memory of his life prior to 7 years old, when he was separated from his family and treated as a government experiment. After his escape, he was an orphan on the streets taken in by a group of fellow orphans. He quickly rose to be the leader and protector of this group, who would eventually literally stab him in the back when he was manipulated into working with and eventually joining the Port Mafia. He spent his teen years with a suicidal maniac as a partner, watched countless friends and a clone of himself die, and found out a literal god was living in him, forcing him to question his humanity.

Dazai's past is much less clear. We don't know what his family was like, but we know that Mori recruited him after discovering him after a suicide attempt and began grooming him as the Demon Prodigy. He was forced to be an accomplice to a murder, and was constantly manipulated by and possibly physically abused by Mori. He was known for his coldness and was feared by many as a monster for the majority of his teenage years, and was expected to eventually become the boss of the Port Mafia through assassinating Mori, which the latter was paranoid about. Finally, one of his best friends betrayed him and the other died in his arms when he was eighteen years old, something plotted out by Mori, which resulted in his defection from the organization.

As teens, skk had a weird relationship (and that's putting it lightly). There was a certain level of contempt they held for one another. Chuuya resented Dazai's pessimism and lack of regard for others, and Dazai resented Chuuya's emotional and aggressive nature. Yet, they both had a deep understanding of one another that no one else really seemed to have at the time. They recognized one another as human when the individual himself did not. They had full faith and trust in each other, not allowing each other to die despite their disdain. It was complicated, and it wasn't quite healthy... but it was pretty damn good considering they were traumatized children in the Port Mafia.

There's a certain level of abusive behavior between them as teens, and I won't ignore that. Dazai played a large part in manipulating Chuuya into entering the mafia, and Chuuya insulted Dazai's suicidal and depressive nature a lot. Dazai found pleasure in causing Chuuya pain, both physically and emotionally. Chuuya literally has a list of torture techniques to use against Dazai. This is why I often stray from portraying an established romantic relationship at this point in their lives. I don't think they understood who they were fully yet, and sometimes projected their issues onto each other. Even if they were in love at that time, neither of them would have been ready for that type of commitment. I also just think they were too emotionally constipated to get to that point, anyway.

Something that I do love about their relationship as teens, though, is how they let each other be kids. Their bickering and arguments were childish and dumb, but that's the closest thing they had at the time to being normal teenagers. Amongst all the doom and gloom that surrounded them in the mafia, they knew that they could always go to each other and have a mindless argument or competition. In a way, this is how they reclaimed their stolen childhoods.

We see this when they're adults, too. In their first encounter in four years they tease each other about the same things as before, slipping right back into their childish banter. It's silly and immature, but that's how they operate. They allow each other to have that, and I really love this aspect of their relationship.

I think there's something to be said for how their time apart was good for them. Dazai is most clearly in a better place than before. Sure, he's masking a lot of the time, and he's still clearly suicidal, but I think the work he does with the agency is more fulfilling than at the mafia. He has more of a purpose, even if it's just to stay true to his promise to Oda (though I do believe it's more than that now). At his core, he's still a suicidal pessimist who finds humanity utterly disgusting and doesn't quite consider himself to be human, but I think there's a level of contentment of what he's doing with his life.

It's less obvious how Chuuya has changed, but I think that he has. He exhibits more self-confidence and maturity than in his teen years. He's more capable and well-rounded as an executive, and it's a personal headcanon of mine that in Dazai's absence, he was forced to pick up some of his skills of perceptibility and deduction. I think he is in a better place than before, as well, especially because he was able to establish himself independent of Double Black. He has also settled within Port Mafia, recognizing them as his family, which means he, too, is likely more content.

So as adults, they display less of the abusive behaviors than they did previously. Of course, there's still a certain level to which they're abnormal. Their jokes and quips about one another are sometimes quite dark, and there's a certain level to which Dazai still exhibits power over him when it comes to deciding to use Corruption. But that trust is still there, despite their time apart, and so too is that understanding of each other. They're not perfect by any means, but given their traumatic upbringings... they're kind of perfect for each other.

There is the fact that they want to kill each other. I'll admit that I struggle to explain this aspect, but I'll try my best, because I think it's not as bad as it sounds. I just think it makes sense for them. They're both sorta unkillable, so this aspect of their rivalry denotes a certain respect for each other. It's also a matter of likely knowing that they actually won't ever kill each other (and no, this isn't me being in denial about ch. 101, I fully believe that Chuuya is not dead, there is no way he's going out like that). This is one of the more complex aspects of their relationship, but when you add it to everything else we know about them, it just sorta works. I mean... thinking of ways to kill your partner for 7 years? That's kinda gay.

At the end of the day, skk keep each other in check and allow each other to have fun. They trust, know and respect each other, and though they claim to hate each other, I really don't think this is true. It's much more than that. They're rivals, they're partners, they're soulmates! And honestly, that's what makes them so goddamn interesting.

#skk #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #chuuya x dazai #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #character analysis #relationship analysis #soup rants #fellas is it gay to be thinking of ways to kill your partner for 7 years?

[whoisshel]

The Mind Flayer

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington

word count: 3565

tw: swearing, no Eddie (but he's always on our minds)

previous part

You were a little annoyed that you had to do more walking, and this time it felt like forever since they didn’t know where they were going. You knew that they had to do this though, they had to find D’art and the rest of them and end it for good. You just hoped that two teens and three middle schoolers were enough to stop the creatures. 

“You’re positive that was D’art?” Lucas asked.

“Yes,” Dustin sighed, exhausted from answering similar questions all day. “He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt.”

“He was tiny two days ago,” Max added

“Well, he’s molted three times already.”

“Malted?” Steve questioned, not understanding what Dustin was talking about.

“Molted. Shed his skin to make room for growth like hornworms.”

“When’s he gonna molt again?” You asked another question, a little scared by what the answer could be.

“It’s gotta be soon. When he does, he’ll be fully grown, or close to it. And so will his friends” 

That’s the exact answer you were worried about.

“Yeah, and he’s gonna eat a lot more than just cats,” Steve said as a humorless joke, making you hit him lightly on the arm

“Wait, cat?” Lucas stepped in front of Dustin grabbing him by the shoulder to stop him from walking. “D’art ate a cat?”

“No, what? No.” Dustin denied in the worst lying voice you had ever heard.

“What are you talking about? He ate Mews.” Steve pointed out, clearly not getting why Dustin was lying, making you hit him on the arms even harder. “Ow, what the fuck?”

“Mews? Who’s Mews?” Max asked.

“It’s Dustin’s cat,” Steve answered still not getting it.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled at him for giving his lies away.

“You are so dumb.” You muttered, shaking your head. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.”

“I knew it! You kept him!” Lucas shouted at Dustin, giving him a shove.

“No! No, no, I… No, I,” You didn’t know Dustin’s lying could get worse. “He missed me. He wanted to come home.”

“Bullshit!”

“I didn’t know he was a Demogorgon, okay?”

“Oh, so now you admit it?”

“Guys, who cares?” Max interrupted the arguing. “We have to go.”

“I care!” Lucas continued berating Dustin, “You put the party in jeopardy! You broke the rule of law!”

“So did you!” Dustin practically screamed, becoming angrier than ever.

“What?”

“You told a stranger the truth!” Dustin pointed his flashlight in Max’s face, blinding her. 

Max scoffed, becoming equally as angry, “A stranger?”

“You wanted to tell her too!” Lucas retorted.

“Yeah, but I didn't, Lucas, okay? I didn’t tell her!”

While the three continued yelling at each other, Steve and you looked over their shoulders, hearing screeching coming from the distance. They started walking to the wooded area where they heard the screech. Looking at each other, they saw the same realization on their faces.

“Hey guys!” Steve tried to get them to stop arguing.

“Children!” You snapped, turning to face them. You were done with their bickering, they didn’t have time for it.

They turned back to face the woods, then took off with Lucas and Dustin following them while Max tried to talk them out of it, but ended up just running after them. They ended up on a cliff that looked over Hawkins, but it was too foggy to see anything.

“I don’t see him,” Dustin said as they made it to the ledge of the cliff.

Lucas took out his binoculars and tried to get a better look that way. 

“It’s the lab,” Lucas said once he found where they were. “They were going back home.”

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The group had been walking in the woods for a while as they made their way to the Hawkins Lab. You and Steve were walking in the front, leading the kids through the trees and occasionally letting one of the branches smack Lucas and Dustin in the face for getting them in this mess once again. 

As they were getting closer to the lab, you felt Steve taking quick glances at you before looking back at the woods. When you noticed him taking a longer look at you, you turned to look at him and noticed that he had a shit-eating grin on his face like he had just caught you doing something embarrassing.

“What?” You grumbled, not wanting to deal with whatever he was thinking.

“You think I’m pretty?” Steve asked you, repeating what you said earlier. It had finally registered in his brain that you called him pretty, even though it was meant in an insulting way.

“What?” You asked again, but this time you were actually confused and didn’t understand what he was talking about.

“You said, “It’s a good thing I’m pretty,” Steve repeated your words back to you with the same smug grin, “You think I’m pretty.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling equally exhausted and annoyed with this conversation, “That’s what you took from that. I called you stupid too.”

“You still said I’m pretty which means you think I’m pretty.” 

“Oh, gag me with a spoon, Steve.” You quipped, picking up your speed so you could walk ahead of Steve and not have to be near him any longer.

A few minutes later, they finally made it to the edge of the woods and could hear someone yelling at them on the other side. Once they made it out, they stopped seeing the two people were Nancy and Jonathan.

“Steve?” They both asked at the same time in complete shock.

“Nancy?” Steve questioned back just as confused.

“Jonathan,” Dustin said calmly.

You waved at them with a big smile, “Oh, hey guys.”

“What are you doing here?” Nancy asked as they all started walking towards each other.

“What are you doing here?” Steve was wondering more about what she was doing there with Jonathan.

“We’re looking for Mike and Will,” Nancy answered, calming down.

“They’re not in there, are they?” Dustin nodded his head towards Hawkins Lab.

“We’re not sure.”

“Why?” Jonathan became concerned by Dustin’s question but was answered by the monster's screeching echoing through the area.

Everyone started arguing about where Will and Mike could be when Nancy pushed through the group and took a few steps away.

“The power’s back.”

They all immediately took off towards the booth that could open the gate, so they could all get through. Jonathan went into the booth to press the button, but the gate still wasn’t opening. Dustin then went in and shoved Jonathan out of the way to try for himself like that would change anything. After a few minutes, the gate suddenly opened and Dustin took credit for it, but you all knew it most definitely wasn’t him. 

With the gate now open, Jonathan and Nancy drove up to the lab in his car to go find their brothers. The rest of them stood around anxiously waiting for them to return.

“Guys?” Max alerted them, making them all turn their heads to see two cars speeding towards them.

Jonathan started honking his horn and they all jumped out of his way. Jonathan kept driving off while Hopper stopped his cop truck for them to all jump in and drive to the Byers’ house.

They now all waited around the house as they figured out their next move. Will was lying unconscious on the couch as Jonathan kneeled next to him whispering to him. Nancy stood behind Jonathan, putting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. You and Steve stood back watching the whole thing before Steve walked away. You looked over your shoulder at him walking away, seeing the upset look on his face and knowing it wasn’t just for the crazy circumstances they were under. 

You followed Steve into the kitchen, walking past Hopper who was on the phone trying to convince the government of what was happening. You walked past the kitchen table where the kids sat around and over to Steve who stood staring out the windows in the kitchen. Putting a hand on his arm, you looked up at Steve with a soft smile, trying to reassure him. Surprisingly, he looked down at you with a smile too before putting his arm around your shoulder, knowing you needed some reassurance after the events of the day.

You were very shocked by how their friendship grew throughout the day. You also had some conflicting feelings about the whole thing, feeling like there was something else deep down from both of them, but you didn’t know what.

“They didn’t believe you, did they?” Dustin asked Hopper once he hung up the phone.

“We’ll see,” Hopper mumbled.

“We’ll see?” Mike snapped, causing Steve and you to turn around. “We can’t just sit here while those things are loose!”

“We stay here, and wait for help,” Hopper instructed sternly, he then walked away towards the bedroom Joyce was hiding in.

They all stayed in their spots waiting, not knowing what to do. Mike stood up and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?”

“Really?” Dustin asked.

“He petitioned the school to start it and everything.” Mike turned around to face them holding a Rubik’s cube. “Then he had a fund-raiser for equipment. Mr. Clarke learned everything from him. Pretty awesome, right?”

“Yeah.” Dustin and Lucas mumbled.

Mike walked over and set the Rubik’s cube on the table, “We can’t let him die in vain.”

“What do you want to do, Mike?” Dustin protested, “The Chief’s right on this. We can’t stop those Demo-dogs on our own.”

“Demo-dogs?” Max asked, confused about what he was talking about.

“Demogorgon, dogs.” Dustin put his hands together signifying putting the words together. “Demo-dogs. It’s like a compound. It’s like a play on words-”

“Okay.” Max stopped him from talking anymore, looking at him with wide eyes in complete disbelief that he thought she was that stupid.

“I mean, when it was just D’art, maybe…”

“But there’s an army now.” Lucas finished his sentence for him.

“Precisely.”

“His army,” Mike muttered more so to himself.

Steve looked over at him, confused, “What do you mean?”

“His army,” Mike repeated, more confident this time. “Maybe if we stop him, we can stop his army, too.”

They all looked at each other trying to see if anyone knew what he was talking about. Mike took off towards Will’s bedroom with the others right behind him to see what he was doing. Mike picked up a picture and showed it to the rest of them.

“The shadow monster.” Dustin acknowledged once he saw the picture that Will drew.

“It got Will that day on the field.” Mike explained, “The doctor said it was like a virus, it infected him.”

“And so this virus, it’s connecting him to the tunnels?” Max questioned.

“To the tunnels, to the monsters, the Upside Down, everything.”

“Whoa, slow down. Slow down.” Steve said, still not completely understanding it.

“Okay, so, the shadow monsters inside everything. And if the vines feel something like pain, then so does Will.”

“And so does D’art,” Lucas added.

“Yeah, like what Mr. Clarke taught us. The hive mind.”

“Hive mind?” You asked, not knowing what that meant.

“A collective consciousness. It’s a superorganism.” Dustin explained this to you and Steve.

“And this is the thing that controls everything.” Mike pointed to the drawing. “It’s the brain.”

“Like the mind flayer.” Dustin proclaimed, Lucas snapped at the name knowing what Dustin was talking about.

“What?” Steve, you, and Max asked at the same time, becoming completely out of the loop.

Dustin suddenly runs out of the room before returning with a big book in his hands and everyone else who wasn’t already in the room, except for Joyce, came in behind him. Dustin walked over to the kitchen table and opened the Dungeons and Dragons book, once he got to the page he was looking for he slammed the book on the table.

“The mind flayer.”

“What the hell is that?” Hopper asked from behind everyone.

“It’s a monster from an unknown dimension.” Dustin explained, “It’s so ancient that it doesn’t even know its true home. Okay, it enslaves races of other dimensions by taking over their brains using its highly-developed psionic powers.”

“Oh, my god, none of this is real. This is a kids’ game.” Hopper groaned, annoyed that Dustin was even suggesting this after everything that just happened.

“No, it’s a manual. And it’s not for kids.” Dustin became angry at Hopper for not believing him. “And unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor-”

“-Analogy.” Lucas cut Dustin off to correct him.

Dustin now turned his anger to Lucas, “Analogy? That’s what you’re worried about? Fine. An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is.”

“Okay,” Nancy stopped Dustin’s rant. “So this mind flamer thing-”

“-Flayer. Mind flayer.”

Nancy sighed, “What does it want?”

“To conquer us, basically. It believes it’s the master race.”

“Like the Germans?” Steve suggested, making everyone side-eye him for saying that.

You hit his arm, which was becoming your new thing when he was being an idiot, “Are you kidding me, Steve?”

“Uh, the Nazis?” Dustin asked, giving Steve a chance to correct himself.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, the Nazis.” Steve stuttered looking back and forth from Dustin to you.

“Uh, if the Nazis were from another dimension, totally.” Dustin tried to make Steve feel better, “Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”

“It wants to spread, take over other dimensions.” Mike chimed in.

“We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it.” Lucas helped his friends explain what it all meant since they were the only three in the room who knew anything about D&D.

“That’s great. That’s great” Steve said sarcastically, turning away from everyone.“That’s really great. Jesus!”

“Okay, so if this thing is like a brain that’s controlling everything, then if we kill it…” You picked up the book to get a better look at what the book said.

“We kill everything it controls.” Mike finished what you were saying.

“We win.” Dustin put it simply.

“Theoretically,” Lucas added.

Hopper walked over to you and grabbed the book out of your hands, “Great. So how do you kill this thing? Shoot it with Fireballs or something?”

“No. No, no fire- no fireballs.” Dustin chuckled, “Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because… because zombies, you know, they don’t have brains, and the mind flayer, it-it it likes brains. It’s just a game. It’s a game.”

“What the hell are we doing here?” Hopper threw the book onto the table, then walked away.

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup,” Dustin said tauntingly.

“We are!”

“Even if they come, how are they gonna stop this?” Mike asked, frustrated. “You can’t just shoot this with guns.”

“You don’t know that! We don’t know anything!”

“We know it’s already killed everybody in that lab.”

“And we know the monsters are gonna molt again,” Lucas mentioned.

“And we know that it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town,” Dustin said.

“They’re right.” Joyce’s weak voice came from the living room, “We have to kill it. I want to kill it.”

Hopper walked over to her, “Me too. Me too, Joyce, okay? But how do we do that? We don’t exactly know what we’re dealing with here”

“No, but he does.” Mike walked over to where Will lay on the couch, “If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it’s Will. He’s connected to it. He’ll know its weakness.”

“I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore.” Max voiced, “that he’s a spy for the mind flayer now.”

“Yeah, but he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is.”

After Hopper cleared out the shed, everyone started working to make the shed look unrecognizable to Will. They put pieces of cardboard, old newspapers, aluminum foil, and sheets around the walls. Once they were finished, Jonathan brought Will out to the shed and they tied him to the chair. Hopper, Joyce, Jonathan, and Mike stayed with Will while the rest went back into the house.

From your spot on the couch, you saw Dustin walk into the dining room looking sad and stressed out. “Hey, kid.” You called out to Dustin, “Come here.”

You waved him over and patted the spot next to you on the couch. Dustin walked over with his head hung low and sat down. You put your arm around his shoulder, and Dustin put his head on your shoulder as he started to tear up a bit.

“We’re going to figure this out and save Will.”

Steve stopped practicing swinging his bat, seeing you comfort Dustin. He took a couple of steps and stood in front of them.

Steve put a hand on Dustin’s head, patting it a couple of times, “We’ve got this, we’re going to kill this mind-flaying thing.”

“Mind flayer.” Dustin corrected Steve, looking up at him.

“Yeah, whatever.” Steve pushed Dustin’s head lightly.

Dustin laid his head back on your shoulder, as you looked up at Steve laughing lightly. Steve looked down at you, smiling back.

You both looked away from each other as the lights started to flicker intensely. The three of them stood up and walked into the kitchen, where Nancy was, to look out the window where the shed was. The lights stopped flickering after a minute, and they all looked at each other with worry.

A few minutes later they all came charging back into the house, Hopper quickly grabbed a used envelope and a pen and sat at the table.

“What happened?” Dustin asked as they all stood around Hopper.

“I think he’s talking, just not with words,” Hopper explained, as he wrote dots and lines on the envelope.

“What is that?” Steve questioned, not knowing what Hopper was drawing.

“Morse code.” Everyone answered in unison.

“H-E-R-E.” Hopper spelled out, “Will’s still in there. He’s talking to us.”

They continued on with their plan to see if Will would say anything else. While they went back to the shed to talk to Will, Hopper sent what Will was saying to the rest of them in the house through a Morse code transmitter. Dustin and Lucas would translate it while Nancy would write the letters down, so they could figure out what he was trying to tell them.

“Okay, got it.” Lucas said, “C.”

Nancy wrote the C down on the back of an empty notepad. They continued translating the Morse code until they had the words “Close Gate.”

“Close Gate.” They all mumbled together trying to figure out what that meant. 

The phone started ringing, startling them all. Dustin quickly ran over and hung up the phone, but it started to ring again. Nancy ripped the phone off the wall and threw it on the ground, breaking it.

“Do you think he heard that?” Max asked what they were all thinking.

“It’s just a phone. It could be anywhere.” Steve tried to rationalize, “Right?”

While that could be true, it wasn’t in this instance when they were the monster screeching in the distance.

“That’s not good,” Dustin grumbled, as they all faced the door.

Everyone from the shed ran into the house with Jonathan carrying Will. The kids went over to the windows to look out to see if the monsters were coming while everyone, but Hopper stood behind them. 

“Hey!” Hopper shouted walking into the living room carrying two guns. “Hey, get away from the windows!”

The kids backed away from the windows standing next to everyone else. Hopper turned to Jonathan holding up one of the guns.

“Do you know how to use this?”

“What?” Jonathan asked confused about what Hopper was insinuating.

“Can you use this?” Hopper tried to simplify his question.

“I can,” Nancy interjected.

Hopper threw her the gun, as everyone who had a weapon pulled it out. You stood in between Nancy and Steve holding up your knife.

“Where are they?” Max questioned, as the screeching grew closer.

A loud screech and thud came from the right side of the house making them all jump to face that way.

“What are they doing?” You asked, seeing the bushes move out the window.

The screeching came from the front of the house this time and they all jumped to face that way. They could hear the monster screeching and groaning alongside some crashing noises. Then all of a sudden the noises stopped and one of the Demo-dogs came flying through the window. They all screamed and backed away from it waiting for it to do something, but it continued to lay on the ground not moving. 

“Holy shit,” Dustin whispered.

“Is it dead?” Max asked.

Hopper moved its head with his foot to see if it would do anything, but it still wouldn’t move. The door made a creaking noise causing everyone to jump and face towards it. It suddenly started unlocking on its own, so Hopper and Nancy pointed their guns at it ready for something to come through. 

It slowly opened and Eleven stepped into the house with her nose bleeding. Everyone put down their weapons, shocked to see the young girl was still alive.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x fem!reader #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things imagines #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things fanfic

[jadewritesficshere]

MDNI thinking about alpha!Steve and a/b/o dynamics just

sfw:

• Alpha!Steve who's parents were super excited and proud when he first presented. He chased that feeling and wanted to make his parents proud, leaning into the alpha stereotype, becoming King Steve. It didn't work, just ended up making him more angry and a dick. He woke up and changed, but he had a reputation at that point.

•Steve who got with Nancy before she presented, thinking demure, shy Nancy Wheeler would be an omega. Nancy who presents as an alpha and Steve who was in love willing to make an alpha/alpha relationship work (which is possible but rare). After they broke up, they had a long discussion about everything, and agreed they were better off just friends. Nancy helped Steve work through some internalized issues caused by his parents. Nancy helped him let go of the alpha stereotypes, and now Steve does things that make him happy, even if it is more an omega stereotype.

•Steve who accidentally becomes a pack leader to a bunch of unpresented pups. They joke he's like a mom, but they all see him as a leader and dependable. Dustin knows he can call for a ride anytime or get advice no question asked (maybe a bit of bickering and joking). Will finds comfort in the Alpha and sits in silence near him, sometimes he's painting while Steve reads and Steve praises his work and he feels really happy he made their leader happy. Max, who gets in fights with other pups, reluctantly gets guidance from Steve, who gives her the most disappointed mom look and then gives her pointers on her swings. Steve is whining to the older teens that he doesn't have a pack and everyone is like ???? (Robin also swings at him for acting like they aren't pack bonded, yelling at him about being a bonded pair and Steve is just like well ya platonically but that doesn't count, which causes a whole new argument)

• Steve who is extra sensitive to scents because of getting hit too many times and losing part of his hearing. He is very attentive to the slight changes, and can tell when someone he's close to has different emotions. Steve especially can tell when someone is about to go into rut or heat, and he gives them a care package (because let's be honest half his friends don't take care of themselves, hell he doesn't even take care of himself).

nsfw:

•Alpha!Steve who is so nervous about hurting his partner. He tends to want to be with omegas as they are more prepared to take him, biologically speaking of course. He has slept with every type, but omegas tend to be his favorite.

•Steve was already slightly bigger then average before presenting, and after? Big. Anytime someone sees him for the first time and their mouth drops, he can't help the pride that builds up in him. He knows he needs to get ahold of his ego as these people never stay, but he also loves the dumb look on their faces.

•Steve who wants someone to bond with him, to the point he's a little reckless and baring his neck when he really shouldn't. Of course, no one has been bold enough to attempt to bond with him, but he wants nothing more (he is absolutely reckless and just wants to belong to someone :( he just wants love ok).

•Steve already had a breeding kink, but it becomes 10x stronger after presenting. The thought of filling someone up with his pups, stomach swollen from his seed? The thought alone makes him groan and become hard.

#The way this dynamic had me in a chokehold at an age I never should have been reading this asdjfkdl #The fact i still get heated from this type of dynamic fhsjdjsosl #YA KNOW WHAT DONT JUDGE ME #But no this makes me grrr bark bark bark #Anyways #I know I know this is an acquired taste and it isnt for everyone but guess what it is for me and thats why I wrote it #Also like I know this isn't a fic but would any of yall be interested in a fic cause 👀 #Steve Harrington #Alpha!Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington headcanon #Steve Harrington drabble #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x y/n #Stranger Things #Tw a/b/o #A/B/O verse #Also the read more may not work cause mobile #Tw breeding kink #Jade is Talking

[honeyinapot]

Like A Lazy Ocean Hugs The Shore

4.8k words without the hcs um??? enjoy?? Or don’t idk😭🙏🏾

Suguru and Shoko definitely know he’s head over heels for you. The only ones that don’t know are you and himself.

He’s an absolute brat (at least teen him is). He gets what he wants and becomes kind of a bully? No yeah he definitely bullies other guys flirting with you to back off. But that’s just him being a good friend you know? It’s not because he’s in love with you there’s no way.

He loves getting you riled up.

Something about you getting mad at him is so cute.

He loves making you laugh more though.

He isn’t sure why he wants you all to himself but he just does, because it’s him or no one.

When he realizes though he puts the work in to better himself.

He wants you to know it’s you and him forever. His love never ending never wavering, infinite if you will. He loves you for infinity.

The beach would always be your worst enemy.

Salty waters and inescapable sands where no matter however many times you rinsed, the more particles clung. An endless cycle to become dirty, and you hated getting dirty and soaked in a place other than your tub. Hated feeling gritty and never knowing what could swipe you off your feet. And he knew that.

Despite your protests, despite the moaning and groaning, despite the bickering, he still brought you here against your request. So, here he was without a consequence in the world walking on water smirking down at you while you scowled at the need to look up at him. Standing submerged in blue waters all you thought of was going home. The issue?

He was your ride home.

“Don’t look so smug Gojo, it makes you look ugly.”

Your comment only seemed to satisfy him more. His expression grew into a grin.

“You’re just mad you look like a wet rat and I don’t.”

In his own dumb way he was right. You were frustrated with the fact that salt water was ruining your hair running down your skin with its droplets dripping off your shoulders.

“You three blind bi— “

“Whoa, whoa let’s keep it PG for the kids.”

You’d never wanted to gut Gojo Satoru the “greatest sorcerer” alive so badly before.

Twenty minutes ago you’d been finishing a braid for your date later, you still had just enough time to put together an outfit you’d planned all week. Everything would be perfect, or so you thought. Before you had the chance to change out of your uniform there was a knock on your door. A sturdy rhythm meant only for you. You sighed making your way to the door slowly pulling at the handle. You tilted your head up blinking at a pair of sunglasses attached to a lanky teen.

“What Gojo?”

He leaned on your doorway grinning, pretty white strands swept across his eyes mixing with his lashes. He brushed back hair from his eyes with a singular hand.

“Let’s go to the beach!” His moist lips stretched into a toothy smile.

You raised an eyebrow blinking twice to take in the statement. You didn’t have time for this, you still hadn’t even decided if you liked the outfit you’d been thinking of. Rolling your eyes you began shutting your door.

“You didn’t need to come all the way here to tell me that. You have my number, text me.”

The door wouldn’t close, something had kept it from meeting the frame. You felt your eyebrow involuntarily twitch as you looked back at sunglasses.

“I was thinking a little more…spontaneous.”

“How spontaneous?”

“I dunno.” He tapped his chin with a comically large finger faking confusion. “What about now?”

Gojo looked over his glasses at you as if trying to tempt you to give in.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I have plans and once again you should’ve shot me a text.” You groan, annoyed, as you repeatedly try closing your door with Gojo now using his infinity. Watching this sparked the urge to stomp on his toes despite the fact that the act would be utterly useless.

“Hey hotshot, move your foot I’ve got places to be.”

He took a step forward then another and another painfully slow step. He was pushing you and your dorm door back with every step that his infinity followed. Thus making it easy to now be standing in the middle of your room. A messy room that he gave a once over with his hands in his pockets. Your ears burned with embarrassment imagining how your room must seem through his eyes. Clothing tossed across the bed and your floor, mostly unfolded laundry and the others articles of clothing you’d tossed aside through the week searching for your perfect outfit.

Why was it when you need something it isn’t there, but when you don’t it appears. The same thing happened with your highlighter— wait a minute what was that? You tried unsuspiciously stepping on the object and kicking it under your dresser. Clearing your throat you tried to pretend the both of you weren’t in your room.

“Why can’t you bother Suguru or Shoko?” You needed to do one thing at a time, your date was in forty minutes. The first order of business was to kick this fool out.

Gojo gave you a quick once over as though he’d pieced something together. The realization was over by the time he’d plopped himself onto your bed.

“They’re busy.” He whined not even bothering to move the clean folded clothes beneath him.

“And I’m not?” You crossed your arms with a frown leaning your weight to the right.

“You’re never too busy to not spare time for me.” There he was again grinning with his eyes over the glasses stare again. This time your eyes blew wide and your mouth fell slack.

Usually you were free, any other time you would say yes to hang out with your friends, but the guy you’d been crushing on for two years finally asked you out. The only person you told was Shoko, you didn’t like the idea of telling everyone about a relationship that might not even blossom. You wanted to tell people when you were sure and the only person you couldn’t hide it from was her. Being on the spot you weren’t sure what to say to him.

Actually, it wasn’t even any of his business.

“Why don’t you go help them instead?” You deflected.

“Hm, too much work.” Gojo lazily pushed off your bed, hands in his pockets as he approached you. You made the note to wash your sheets and clothes again if you didn’t want the smell of Gojo’s expensive cologne wafting around you.

You pinched the inside of your cheek with your teeth, biting back more than a few profanities. Now you understood why Shoko smoked.

“Then how about we go after my plans?”

“How about…no?” Gojo leaned in your space, his face inches from yours just to prove a point.

“I don’t even own a bathing suit!”

He nearly fell into you at the force of his laughter leaving him doubling over. Calming from whatever had been so funny he wiped a stray tear from his eye and opened them. Watching him inflate back to his full height you caught a glimpse of his eyes.

Bright and blue. Filled to the brim of you.

A sight so pretty you hadn’t noticed his hands reach out for you until he was pulling you against him.

“Gojo!”

“Why do you need a bathing suit?”

“You know how the school feels about our uniforms.” You scolded.

He just laughed it off.

“Why don’t we test ‘em out for a little swim?”

Despite your disapproval you were easily tossed over his shoulders much to your dismay.

“Gojo Satoru, don’t you dare, I told you I have—“

“What were you saying?”

Before you could even finish you were dangling over a body salt water. Oh how you hated this man.

“Oops.”

Your body splashed into the sea ruining your non waterproof makeup.

You spent the next twenty minutes fighting the waters resistance to chase around Gojo. Yelling curses telling him to take you back to Jujutsu High as you chased his laughing form further into the sea. Every step you took he took backwards with the use of Infinity. Your nostrils flared as tears pricked your eyes. So help you God you were going to break his Infinity and beat him senseless.

“This isn’t funny Gojo!” You coughed and sputtered on salt water.

“Aww, are you finally hitting your limit?”

“I hit my limit ages ago! Take me back—“ You charged forward not applying your full attention to your surroundings. The sand had dipped leaving you with nothing to keep your head afloat. You sucked in a sharp breath reaching out for help before falling under.

“Stop pretending, I’ve seen you swim before.” Gojo rolled his eyes convinced you were crying wolf.

“If you come up now I’ll take you right back to your dorm.” He teased this time with a grin, there was no way you’d keep faking after that. He waited a few seconds, a frown taking over his features. He was sure you knew how to swim, didn’t you? He remembered seeing you swim at the pool party they’d been to last year, he remembered thinking your swimsuit was hot. But that didn’t mean that you got into the water. He didn’t know how long you could hold your breath. Nor how long the average person could. How many seconds? How many seconds had it been? Gojo’s heart spiked in his chest as he called out for you. His infinity broke momentarily.

Something grasped his leg before he broke the stillness of the water that was no longer motionless.

Water dripped off your arms loudly as you used both arms to treat him like a lifesaver before breaking for air with a glare. Or rather a face full of determination. You grabbed at him pulling and climbing his dry uniform until you were no longer submerged. Your hands stopped at his collar as you stared down two big dark pools. Taking a hand you snatched off his sunglasses and tossed them, far.

Without them he was left staring at you with blown out eyes. To you he resembled a lighthouse being crashed into.

“Fuck. You.” You hissed, “Take me home.”

Gojo parted his lips to say something, anything. Instead he was reduced to shudders and barely a second later plummeting both of you into the dark blue sea.

Underneath the large parasol Shoko and you watched two idiots splash each other with water. They were dressed to the nines with gear; scuba slippers, inflatable ducky floaties, and ducky swim tubes, why? You weren’t sure, you both assumed it was for the aesthetic since the both of them could swim.

Resting on the palm of your hand you took in the view breathing in salty air and smell of the heat from the sun. You were content for now. You hadn’t been dropped in icy waters or dealt with too much sand clinging to you.

“Shoko?”

“Hm?” She bit down hard on the blueberry Tootsie Pop, she’d gotten tired of counting to get to the center.

“We didn’t bring floaties with us, right?” You tried thinking back to what everyone loaded into the car, which was the parasol, a picnic basket, blankets, and some fireworks. You thought the floaties may have been deflated, except you still should’ve noticed them.

“No, Gojo flirted with some mom to hand over the kid floats.”

“Huh…” You murmured to yourself more than Shoko as confirmation.

Pushing up from the comforts of the beach blanket you felt the sand settle between your toes. Ignoring the layer of grit built under your feet you approached the water yelling over splashing and laughter. Neither of them heard their names from your distance. You paved your way toward them dodging giggling children and families taking photos. Chills made their way up your spine as water passed your ankles.

With them running closer to you, you called out their names again. You assumed Gojo would look ahead at some point or maybe Suguru would warn him, that didn’t happen since they both were in their own little world.

Gojo crashed into you. Limbs tangled together with his arm around your waist keeping the both of you steady.

“You alright?” He huffed out, chest heaving from the run.

“I’m fine.” You said but you could barely tell you’d spoken. Seeing him soaking wet, water gliding down his body— you flinched back. A droplet of saltwater dripped into your eye. A stream of curses fell from your lips as you rubbed your eye.

“Shit, lemme see.” His arm tugged you closer while the other rested on your cheek thumb ready to wipe at your eye. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” You rubbed at it turning your head from his hand squinting. Eyes landing on something black, blue, and yellow charging forward.

“Suguru! Time out! Time out!” You held out a hand to stop him while Gojo turned to the disturbance. He slammed into Gojo, matching duck floats bouncing off another sending the three of you splashing into the water.

Gojo’s eyes were bare exposed over his sunglasses. Again all you saw was blue and you. Only you. Your lips parted to speak— Gojo’s sunglasses slipped hitting you on the chest.

Beside you Suguru snorted breaking whatever tension had risen. He broke into a full laugh as Gojo rolled off of you. Following his friend he laughed until the three of you were in sync.

Broken giggles passed your lips as the laughter died down. The three of you sat up. Instead of handing back his sunglasses you tucked them behind your ears letting them rest on your head.

“Tell me, who’s bright idea was it to borrow children’s floaties?”

Their giggles seized, both of them seemingly sharing a thought.

“Su—“

“Satoru’s!”

“Hey! No, it was our idea!” He didn’t have the chance to finish since you’d wrapped him in a head lock. He barely lasted before slapping at your arm choking out, “Uncle! Uncle!”

Releasing an arm you reached over to Suguru’s chuckling form to tug him into one. Both of them mirroring another struggling under your grasp.

After you’d gotten back to shore you went to Shoko who’d now been tanning as you toweled off. Next to you was your sling bag, opening it you gathered your sunscreen giving the bottle a few shakes before squeezing some in your hands. Warming the lotion in your hands for a few seconds then massaging it into your legs feeling around for excess sand.

“Shoko?”

She hummed you noticed another lollipop in her mouth, maybe cherry? You smoothed more sunscreen onto your stomach and arms.

“Could you put sunscreen on my back?”

She popped the lollipop out of her mouth, you were right, cherry.

“Yeah, you ready now?” She pushed herself off her towel heading toward you when you nodded. You brought Gojo’s sunglasses down to your eyes before handing Shoko the bottle.

“Want me to do you next, or are you still tanning?”

Laying on your stomach you kicked your legs, toes digging into the gritty sand.

“Almost done, you can share with me once I’ve done my back.” She’d popped the lollipop back into her mouth, you heard the candy hit her teeth. She shook the bottle a few times and snapped the top back. You rested your head on your folded arms closing your eyes behind stolen sunglasses.

Shoko tapped your back three times. “I’ll be right back, hold on.”

You hummed in agreement eyes still closed hearing Shoko yell out for Suguru. A warm breeze swept by wafting the strong smell of salt water and rippling through the multicolor blanket you laid on. She returned without a word shaking the bottle again and warming it in her hands. When she rubbed the lotion on your back you practically jumped out of your skin.

“Youre not—Gojo?” You’d jolted your head from its comfortable position staring over borrowed glasses at the imposter behind you.

“Where’s Shoko?”

His cheeks tinged red turning sunburnt you assumed as the color spread to his ears without meeting your gaze.

“She said something about wanting a cold drink, her and Suguru are running to the store.”

“Oh.” You laid your head back down. Gojo’s hands fidgeted before resting on your shoulder blades rubbing in the lotion.

“…Why..don’t you ever call me Satoru?”

You glanced back at him, focused on covering every bit of skin he saw.

“Are we close enough to do that?”

“Um, hello? I’m literally giving you a back rub free of charge, we’re more than close.”

“This doesn’t count you’re my servant, of course it’s free.” Your laughter was short lived when you felt Gojo snapping the strap of your bathing suit.

“Gojo!”

“Satoru!”

“Gojo!”

“Satoru! You’re not very good at picking up clues.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Are you calling me stupid?”

“Now you’re just putting words in my mouth,” He pouted feigning sadness, “will you at least say it?”

Pressing on your elbows you pushed up in a sphinx pose tilting your head back to see him over his glasses which were slipping off your nose.”

“Satoru.” You sounded the syllables out slowly saying the name alone felt foreign to you. He smiled, Satoru smiled. When he did his eyes did that thing you liked. Bright blue eyes reflecting back the sand, the parasol, the blanket and you. You blinked.

“Again.”

“Satoru.”

“Again! Again!”

“Satoru.”

“Again!” He laughed grabbing at the sunscreen bottle shaking the contents.

You wanted to tease him, how did Suguru usually say it? Your eyes fluttered close thinking back on Suguru’s voice. You mumbled to yourself.

“I can’t hear you~” He hit the bottom of the bottle and popped back the lid.

Clearing your throat and adding volume to your voice you repeated his name again with a slow purr. The same as Suguru does when scolding him sometimes.

A hard dry squeeze was heard with the feeling of an icy sensation on your back. You squealed kicking your legs back to sit on your bottom.

“Satoru!”

His glasses fell on your lap as you frowned at him. He avoided your gaze, fiddling with the bottle.

“Here.” You placed his sunglasses back on his face tucking his ears under the legs.

“Who would’ve known, the strongest is no match against some UV rays.”

“UV rays?” Satoru echoed his mind light years away, “I’m not sunburnt.”

“Maybe you don’t feel it now, but you will later.”

You tugged on his wrist pulling him closer.

“I’ve got more than enough room to share, get under while I salvage what little skin you have left to save.”

When Suguru and Shoko had returned Satoru had been reduced to a bright red lobster with you rubbing sunscreen on his back.

Satoru and you lazily walked back to your agreed checkpoint. The spot all four of you chose to be yours, the area beside the boardwalk. A memory of Satoru banging his head against the wooden beam made you giggle as you tipped back the bottle to your lips.

Satoru’s blue eyes peered over at you lingering lower before glancing forward again.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing…just…” You shook your head bringing the bottle back down to fiddle with. The sun burned your exposed back and sun clung to your toes.

“Remember when we first came here?”

Satoru’s arm bumped into yours, he twitched relaxing as he began tossing his can back and forth.

“Wasn’t that two years ago? Why are you thinking about that now?”

“Mmm, just thinking about how much of an idiot you are.” You paused, he bumped into you again. He could never walk straight no matter how big the sidewalk is.

“Well more of how big of a pain in the ass you are—“ You shove him away, “Is it impossible for you to not cling to me it’s too hot for this!”

He whined glueing himself and his cold can to your body while you tried shoving him off. Squeezed between him you unscrewed the top of your bottle raising it above his head.

“You’re being unfair! Don’t pour that on me!” He grabbed at your raised arm holding your wrist but you still tilted it anyway. Light pink juice trickled down his hair gliding under his sunglasses, he tried blinking away what had gotten in his eyes.

“That’s for two years ago.” You slid your wrist away as he wiped at his eyes.

“I paid 360 yen for that and this is how I’m treated?”

“Tsk, rich people always complain about getting their money back from the poor.” You sighed.

Satoru shook his drenched hair at you in retaliation.

“Don’t! I’m going to get all sticky!” You backed away, behind his glasses you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes gleam.

“Sticky you say?” He took a ‘menacing’ step forward shaking the can in his hand.

“Ru…Satoru…we can talk about this.” You persuaded as you watched him thumb the tab, air decompressing made you book it.

You ran laughing breathing through your nose smelling dirt. Breathing out you felt your cheap flip flop pop and abandoned it. With you leading the both of you made it back to your destination, Shoko and Suguru nowhere in sight. Passing the checkpoint you headed for the boardwalk dodging and weaving through the structures poles.

Both of you laughing to the point where your stomach hurt if you didn’t breathe again soon.

“Ru, please!” Your face burned from the rush.

“There’s no begging your way out of this, you started and I’ll finish.”

“Wrong,” You barely escaped his attempt to splash you, “You started this two years ago!”

“The past is the past let it go.”

“Yeah Ru,” He tried again making you hide behind a pole which became a back and forth, “the past is the past why don’t we drop the weapon and we talk about this like adults?”

“My rules don’t apply to me.”

A toned arm the width of the pole you stood behind reached for you successfully pulling you near. Your attempts at escaping were futile as he lifted the can above your head. You squeezed your eyes shut feeling nothing for a moment and peeled them open. Finally you were met with soda pouring down your head, you hissed groping at your eyes.

“Fuck that— that burns!” Your eyes watered as you harshly rubbed at them.

“See doesn’t feel nice does it?”

“Neither does being dropped in water.” You blinked out what you could, “Why’d you even do that?”

“Pretty sure I told you I was bored or something back then.” His arms rested around your waist, you felt the half full can against your back.

You slapped his chest playfully, “I had a hot date that day, thanks to you I don’t have a boyfriend right now. All I’ve got now is you.”

Satoru peered down at you almost in the way you liked. This close you could see it when he stared over the rim of his glasses eyes full of blue…and you. Yet something else that he seemed to blink away in an instant tucking his eyes back behind the shades, keeping his blue at a distance.

“Well, nobody’s stopping you.”

Satoru smiled. One that you’d never seen directed toward you before, it twitched, you didn’t like it.

“Ru?”

He turned his head away from you looking bored at the top of the boardwalk.

“You should’ve told me you had a date, maybe I would’ve left you alone.”

You wanted to say something else, you really did a better question then parroting yourself but you couldn’t help it.

“But, why’d you drop me?”

A familiar feeling settled between the two of you as you waited. When he answered you remembered it rained. You remembered…

The gloss on his lips when he smiled at you in such a sad way, “Blue just suits you better.”

Looking back at it no matter how you thought about it he had to have known, because he walked you to class the next day despite your protests. Your ‘date’ wouldn’t look you in the eye whenever he was behind you.

Rumors of letters left in your locker were never true because not a single one ever appeared. The pieces fell together all because of a pair of green earrings. Green earrings your date had gifted you were lost at sea, when you begged Satoru for a new pair he’d gotten the same pair…in blue.

Your heart shook as you stood under the pier once more with Satoru. Deja vu plagued your mind despite the situation.

You could barely look at him.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” You leaned your head against a pillar staring far away. The sun began setting just like the day Shoko and Suguru never showed up. Thinking back you wished you’d begged them.

“Lucky guess,” Satoru glanced at the crumbled paper you held, “You got one too..huh.” He muttered.

“Satoru.”

“I, I saw him.” His voice wavered with his step forward. “I saw him and I couldn’t do it.”

“Satoru.”

“He asked about you.” He nervously flexed his hands reaching for you in hopes of an understanding. “He said something about, about our letters.” Satoru stood in front of you, you barely needed to lift a finger to touch him.

“Can I…speak now?”

“Just please promise you won’t leave me over this, over something I can’t help. I really didn’t mean to I don’t know why—“ He rambled off struggling to find anything for you to stay.

“Satoru, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here Ru.”

He nods pressing his lips together and settling his hands to grab at his pockets to stop his flurry of words. His thumbs danced around his pockets.

“Do you like me?” You gripped the letter with both hands holding proof in front of him.

His fingers froze as he tried to stop his emotions from spilling, but he always slipped up in front of you. Here he stood with nothing to hide behind.

He grimaced, “We don’t have to—I’m fine with being friends.”

“Ru, are you in love with me?”

Satoru shut his eyes white strands falling into his lashes.

“I know it’s weird this isn’t how,” pushing his hair back he let out a frustrated sigh, “this isn’t how I wanted to do this and you must be so uncomfortable I’m so sorry.”

“Ru.” You’d placed your hands over his shaking ones, “I’m here, I’m still here just tell me. Is it true you love me?”

“Of course I do,” he breathes out of breath from you even touching him, “I know I haven’t shown you in the best ways but if you’ll let me prove it to you.” He squeezes your hands when he finally meets your gaze. You see your reflection in Satoru’s sea full of blue and you.

“I have another question.”

“It’s not very cool of you to not respond back to my confession.”

“Well I have something to say before I answer.”

Satoru groaned playfully becoming annoyed with you, you continued anyway.

“Were you really going to die without even telling me how you felt?”

“Are you…are you scolding me for something I couldn’t predict that’s so uncool.”

“You’re uncool I could’ve missed out on the greatest love of my life because he was too chicken to tell me!”

“Huh???”

“I’m not done yet! If you’d really died I would’ve lived to 90 years old all alone how rude!”

“You can’t be serious right now.”

“I’m dead serious.” You said with a grin. One that made the both of you laugh.

He pressed his forehead against yours.

“How can I make up for it?”

“First you can start off by not dying.”

“Do I get a trial period, because I may be the strongest but even I can’t beat the inevitable.” His nose bumped yours.

“Can you last the next ten years?”

“I think I can manage, what else?”

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

He lowered his eyes to your lips before they flicked back up to yours. You nodded heart practically in your throat.

All the years you noticed his lips really were soft and moist. Surprisingly, his lips weren’t sweet. You traced your fingers up his chest wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close. You felt as though you were floating, your head becoming mush feeling Satoru’s hands grip your waist, hands shaking.

You couldn’t tell for sure who’s it was but, you were positive his heart was racing too.

Funnily enough the weather cleared up a bit later, giving the both of you time to dry off. You walked hand in hand swinging your arms back and forth.

“Sooo, when did you know how you felt about me?”

You pressed your hand to your chin looking up to the sky in thought.

“Huh…I’m pretty sure that year we did fireworks, I was shivering with Suguru’s button up when I said I was fine you still gave me your jacket anyway. I’d never felt so warm.”

The waves softly crash pushing and pulling from the sand as it sets up another domino effect.

“Mine was when Shoko told me you had a date before she left.”

You shoved him with a free hand the other interlocked with his still.

“I knew it! You’re such a jerk.”

“I was jealous,” Satoru pouted, “I told you I’d do better.”

You laughed, “I know Ru, and I love you for that.”

Satoru’s ears burns red but he lays his head on top of yours anyway, murmuring the same thing over and over again.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Words that distract you from feeling your first ever love letter slipping from your fingers. The paper floating amongst a breeze leaving with unanswered questions.

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If the ending wasn’t clear im sorry i wasn’t sure how to execute it??? Like I kinda hate it lmfao might fix it some other time but basically:

It takes place after the KFC breakup pretty much and Gojo and Geto also talk about you. Geto mentions to Gojo that after dealing with him he should go find you since he spilled the beans in his letter for you and im not sure if i made it clear when they were all hanging out but Geto was also crushing on you a little letter bloopers were:

“All these years it was obvious to me and Shoko that he loved you, everytime he saw you he’d gotten worse at hiding it. Since I can no longer be there this is my last ‘good’ deed. Please let my poor friend have the opportunity to confess.”

“I know the next time we meet will be as enemies, but tell me if you’d known would I have stood a chance?”

I really REALLY wanted to write the firework scene but it already took me a MONTH to stop procrastinating and type everything and I felt like I was yapping a lot so I didn’t and I really want to add it but I know me and it’d be ANOTHER month 😭🙏🏾 pray for me bro..

It would’ve consisted of Geto being more obvious he likes you by giving you his button up and Gojo sees you a little later like 🤨 ‘now I KNOW im not seeing what im seeing rn’ practically tucking you in his jacket lmaooo and shoko going feed up with both their shit.

See? Look at me yapping away what I MEANT to say was Id been reading this story on here called Intrinsic Warmth (if you are here instead of there I need you to click off and go find it because it is a MASTERPIECE sending me through the 57 states of grief ohmygod it’s so good I love the way they write Gojo so much he’s so 😩 and Heibi(you) 😩😩😩😩 I could yell from the rooftops) what was I saying…OH so basically thatdesklamp (the author) inspired this pretty much Intrinsic Warmth’s chapters take place one day a year so I tried to have my story move in only the same setting. You hate the beach but learn to tolerate it. You tolerate Gojo but somehow learn to love him.

Please read Intrinsic Warmth I really need someone to talk to about it 👁️ 👁️.

#gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #i love boyloser gojo sm i really tried i love when he’s full of himself but still like 😟😟 what if i can’t bag them??? #boyloser #geto suguru #geto kinda likes you but has to be the wingman sorryyyy 😌 #jjk shoko #Shoko is tired of the bullshit #DO ANY OF YOU READ INTRINSIC WARMTH OMG PLEASE IF YOU DONT GO ON A03 AND READ IT NEOW

[starqueensthings]

If It’s Not You, It’s Not Anyone.

Ficlets inspired by song lyrics: part two.

Pairing: ARC Echo x GN!Reader

POV/WC: 2nd, but from Echo's perspective, 2082 words

Rating/Warnings: Teen. Overall fluffy but with significant mentions of anxiety. Seggsy time is implied a few times also.

A/N: while this isn’t my favourite song in the world, I’ve never been able to listen to it without this kind of imagery floating through my mind. I love the lyrics, especially when I fit them into an ARC Echo sized box. Not proof or beta read (and I’m notorious for making up my own words when I can’t think of the one I want… fair warning.) ENJOY. 

“Forever’s not enough time to love you the way that I want, because every morning I find you, I fear the day that I don’t. You say that I won’t lose you but you can’t predict the future ‘cause certain things are out of our control. If you ever move on without me, I need to make sure you know: you are the only one I’ll ever love… if it’s not you it’s not anyone.”

[Anyone - Justin Bieber]

He wasn’t a betting man anymore, the days he’d found himself brazen enough to wager his belongings were long since outgrown, and now merely a memory of the past brought up too frequently atop relentless jeers from his brother, Fives. The purgatorial hours after curfew but preceding sleep, saw Domino Squad sprawled across a table, discarded face cards tossed aside as the boys bickered with each other over who lay claim to the prize pot anchoring their fun. Echo was only too miserable to watch his prized possessions float from his clutches, lost to the treachery of one bad poker hand after another, the certainty of his impending win often betrayed by Hevy’s nearly inscrutable bluffing skills. “Just lucky, I guess,” the broad shouldered soldier would coo across the table with a wink, smirking as his fingers draped themselves eagerly around the mountain of contraband that he’d won.

Time and experience had seen a shift in priorities. Life… war… had quickly reinforced the notion that the distribution of Lady Luck’s attention was entirely unpredictable, and trying to elucidate her choices could send a man spiraling into an anguished insanity. It was far simpler to just swallow the bitter pill of unreasoning: sometimes you simply had her favour, and sometimes you did not (and Hevy, somehow, seemed to always have it).

Departing the protective bubble of Kamino’s isolation had proved less of a challenge than Echo anticipated thanks to the unexpected comfortability of their first posting. Surveilling the Rishi system from the stillness of a desolate moon was barely a challenge for the squad’s capable hands, especially after years of conditioning had endowed their expectations with images of carnage and violence, but despite the perceived insignificance of their objective, their overseeing officers were no less regimented or dogmatic than those whom had raised them. Tactics and strategy continued to be encouraged at every possible opportunity; obedience enforced, and discipline expected. “Segregation from the front lines is no excuse for complacency,” their sergeant would iterate repeatedly. “Any brother would be lucky to have landed this posting. Take it seriously.”

Between inappropriately fluffy songs, Clone Nation Radio recounted the events of battles fought across the galaxy, perfectly mirroring the sergeants continued pleas. Seemingly the only squad member willing to heed the advice, the quiet hours on the distant moon saw Echo pouring over schematics, the memorization of regulation manuals presenting him with the perfect shield against the potential chill of Lady Luck’s cold shoulder. His brothers’ snide remarks about indulging in this new ‘strange’ habit, simply rolled off his armoured shoulders. “We’ll see who gets the last laugh when these ‘dumb manuals’ help me out-survive all of you,” he would always chirr back with a roll of his eyes.

Yet his incessant need to retain information had unknowingly only sharpened a double-edged sword. In his earnest to ensure a complete competency, his shield of preparedness had rendered him protected on one hand, but preoccupied on the other, with the unknown shift in his awareness exposing a notion shared by many troopers: that the monster of mortality is all-too happy to lay-in-wait long enough for him to be forgotten about, pushed to the back burner a overly confident soldier's mind.  

The Rishi posting was quiet… until it wasn’t. Kamino seemed a fortress impenetrable to external threat… until it wasn’t. Both events had struck Echo with a hard blow of realization that tactics can only ensure a portion of one's safety, schematics will not prevent an invasion, one must learn to expect only that which is unexpected, and there are variables far outside any one man’s control. Lady Luck will ultimately always get to play her game…

And sadly, he’d seen too many brothers had crumple at his side, their torches snuffed in a fraction of a blink, many of them with packs and pouches full of treats that they’d won in a game the previous night. Why is it that Luck had caressed them then, only to fatally betray them hours later? 

No, his betting days were behind him… and then there was you.   

Now? He’d have bet everything he ever owned that your hair was the softest the universe had ever seen. Even after hours of fervent frolicking between the sheets, your bodies entwining with the desperate desire to reacquaint after so many rotations apart, and each strand having been tugged, bunched, knotted and tossed in the name of a passionate routine so mesmerizing that time itself seemed to pause, it still felt like silk draped between his fingers. 

He’d have wagered every credit in the galaxy that history had never seen a hand fit more perfectly into another like yours fit into his. It was as if the Maker had initially sculpted your bodies as one, only to have it fall from Mortis and fracture, the pieces seamlessly fitting together to reestablish his physical rendering of love. 

And he’d have bet that, in all the systems he’d traversed, none of them orbited a sun even remotely as radiant as the twinkle in your eye. A luminescence shining from deep inside of you unrivaled by any charted celestial body; a lighthouse that he was all-too willing to let endlessly guide him into your embrace… back home. 

Definity now seemed attainable. He had never been surer of anything or anyone in his entire life, and such a certainty had been achieved without the memorization of manuals, and without the aid of instructions, tactics, or strategy. Embedded with the impenetrable protection of your belief in him, his shield now seemed the perfect match for redirecting every potential blow of Lady Luck’s unpredictable tantrums; his irrefutable love for you unwavering despite the external chaos. 

But always a double edged sword, the 'distraction' of your love ensured that the undoubtability of your union walked hand-in-hand with unpredictability… with fear and anxiety. The monster of mortality, while frequently concealed behind dense clouds of bliss and enamoring twinkles of light, was never again truly absent from Echo’s awareness, and the harrowing chirp of a deployment transmission ringing from his wristcom acted as a stark reminder that the monster was always waiting patiently for an opportunity to rob the universe of such beauty.     

“What’s on your mind, love?” you would ask in those moments, when the surging heat of your frenzied entanglement subsided and the stillness of the night exposed his resurging anxiety. But your query needn’t ever be spoken; the cause of the deepening crease between his brows and the frown tugging at his lips was a mystery to no one, and part of him wondered if you only uttered the question aloud knowing that the sound of your voice would soothe him in a way that nothing else could.

“You are, Cyare,” he would always answer, too aware that the unnatural smile hitched to his lips would provoke nothing but a skeptical cock of your eyebrow, yet too willing to deny his fear its chance in the light.   

This routine transpired only a handful of times before you’d successfully pulled the truth from him, his desire to remain a pillar of strength simply no match for the knowing twinkle in your eye, its majesty quickly summoning the anxiety from the depths of his gut and out past his lips.

The truth finally spoken: that he was scared to lose each other, to lose you, intensely fearful that every sorrowful departure preceding a deployment would be the last. His tactical mind was painfully aware that the probabilities of him safely returning home varied largely from one mission to the next, the chances laced with a risk that was incalculable… unpreparable despite his every effort.  

But even fatality seemed a welcome alternative to his greatest fear of all: that he would return home from a long deployment to find the twinkle banished from your eyes, that he would find a person no longer blind to the fact that a life built on the shoulders of a soldier was one laden with an unavoidable and potent neglect, and that you’d become a person no longer willing to suffer the solitude that accompanied his absence.  

“I’m not going anywhere, Echo,” you would always reassure him. “It’s you and me, my love. Until the end of the universe.”

The mantra never lost its purity despite how often you chorused it to him with your fingers intertwined tightly between his, or your forehead pressed to his in a motion of complete connection, but tonight felt… different. Despite your recited promise and the intimate swaddle of your body around his, Echo could not shake the feeling of dread simmering in his gut. 

“What is it?” you probed in barely more than a whisper, your hands stalling their thoughtless swirls atop his skin, fingers instead nestling themselves between the swells of his heaving chest. 

“Nothing, Mesh’la.” He couldn’t quite quantify the intensity of his anxieties tonight, for even unspoken they seemed baseless and irrational. How could he express that the gnawing of his upcoming deployment felt more formidable this time, when he knew his words would serve no purpose other than plaguing you with worry? He had no desire to let his malignant fears rob you of the listful peace that he so badly longed for in these moments. 

You hummed quietly, toes shifting to gently glide along the top of his foot, the sensation grounding him enough to tighten his grasp around your shoulders. “I’m not going to call you a liar,” you snorted as you nuzzled into his side, “but it kinda smells like your pants might be on fire.” 

He should have expected such a response; you’d always been quick to wit, quick to humour, quick to ensure that, even in the enshadowed bedroom where the only light came from the patchwork quilt of a million other windows scattered from here to the horizon, he felt utterly seen. 

A small sigh stalled his explanation, his plagued mind still attempting to grapple for some semblance of justification. “I don’t know,” he posed, pausing to press his lips to your forehead, the familiar fragrance of your hair wafting into his nose easing only a fraction of his worry. “Something feels… weird. I can’t shake the feeling that something is going to go amiss during this next one.” 

“Sounds like a bad case of the ‘send-off scaries’,” you chuckled, shifting your head on his shoulder to watch your fingers resume their mindless doodles across his skin.

“No, Mesh’la,” he protested, the ghost of misunderstood frustration dancing across his tense features as he retracted his arm from around you and pushed himself into a seated position. “It’s more than that, but… I can’t explain it.” 

You shifted your posture to mirror his, scooping his hands into yours and squeezing his palms tightly to prevent him from shielding his face. “Perhaps it’s because this one is a little riskier than some of the others?” you proposed, trying to catch the eyes that he’d deliberately averted from you. “You were saying the Citadel is pretty heavily fortified, right? Maybe it’s the fact that the archive maps are dated and incomplete that has you a little more anxious than usual.” 

“Yeah… maybe,” he sighed solemnly, only barely resisting the urge to shake his head and argue.  

“You and Fives are an unshakable team,” you persisted. “Especially with Rex and the General beside you. You all have an innate call to protect each other. Just have faith… trust your instincts. They’ve never led you astray, my love. In fact–” a gentle guiding finger under his chin pulled his anguished gaze back to you, “–they led you right to me.” 

There it was, dancing in your eyes as if fueled by starlight, the twinkle that reminded him time-and-time-again that nothing could rob him of his home… of his home in you.

“You’re right, Cyare,” he conceded, leaning in to graze his smiling lips against yours. “I love you. It’s you and me to the end of the universe.” 

No, he wasn’t anymore… but if he was a betting man, that lingering moment of quiet assurances with breath dancing atop each other's cheeks and lips moving to convey an unspoken message, he’d have wagered that the very stars aligned the night he met you. He’d have bet there wasn’t a force anywhere in this galaxy stronger than his connection to you… and you can bet that if only an ounce of his courage remains intact when he returns home from that wretched fortress, the first place you’ll find him is in your doorway, perched on one knee with a ring in his hand and a plea in his eyes. You can bet that, if Lady Luck’s cold shoulder ever robbed you of each other, his love for you, and only you, would be a promise more steadfast and unwavering than time itself.

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[nykie-love-anime]

Day 10 ~ Promises

Your promises throughout the years of childhood, teen hood and adulthood.

Age 10

“Hey Shouta please promise me that we would get married if both of us is still single at 40.” You begged the ten year old boy smiling at him softly as he chuckled. “Hey what about me.” Hizashi exclaimed shocked you didn’t ask him for something like that. “Sorry ‘Zashi but I have known Sho longer than I have you so he is meant to be my husband.” You explained to the blond ten year old boy causing him whine that it is only a year difference that you have known Shouta longer.

“Ok fine but don’t come crying to me when Sho is married.” Hizashi teased you with a grin causing you to blush. “Well now I am going to come cry on your shoulder when Sho is married and I am not. I am going to cry so hard you would have no idea what to do.” You teased right back knowing it probably won’t happen.

“Whatever.” Yamada muttered to himself. “Please Sho do you promise me.” You asked the boy who has been quiet for a while just watching you and Hizashi bicker. “Okay fine Y/N/N.” He started. “I promise if both of us is still single then we can get married. And if you are married then I will just marry ‘Zashi.” He said with a smile causing you to let out a squeal and a giggle.

“Hey what makes you think I won’t be married then.” Shouta just looked at the loud blond in silence causing you to chuckle. That chuckle turned into a loud laugh as Hizashi mumbled about you both being jerks and he won’t marry either one of you when the day comes to it.

Age 18

“Wow can you guys believe we graduate tomorrow. We are finally going to be the heroes we have been dreaming about for ages.” You started tearing up causing both of the boys to chuckle. “Now don’t go crying on us Y/N. We promised each other we won’t cry. You know if you start crying then I will start crying and you know how uncomfortable Shouta gets.” Hizashi teased. “Shut up.” You whispered causing the first tear to fall.

“I am not crying I…” you started. “Okay fine I am crying but I am sad what if we don’t see each other for a while. What if something happens to one of us and the others can’t be by their side.” “I promise you this Y/N if one of us ever gets hurt we would drop everything and go that persons side okay no matter what.” Aizawa said pulling you into a quick hug causing Hizashi to whine that he is being left out. Chuckling you pull Yamada right into the middle of the hug.   

Age 22

“Promise me that if one of us becomes a billionaire we will share the money.” Hizashi asked with a smile at you and Aizawa. “Stop making these stupid promises.” Aizawa grumbled into his coffee mug. “Oh come on you grouch just because you haven’t had your nap doesn’t mean you have to be like that. We like making promises.” You said pushing him lightly in the booth you have been sitting at for the last 30 minutes.

“Yeah well that one is plain dumb how are we going to be billionaires with teaching jobs and underground heroes not seeing much of people.” He says quietly. “Come on man that is only you. I have three jobs I could become a billionaire if I wanted to. And Y/N has her own hero agency, she is likely to become a billionaire before me too. And not to mention she is in the top 10 hero rookies to watch out for this year and I bet you next year she is going to be in the top 10 of the hero billboard.” Now that caused you to blush.

“Really you think so?” you asked with a big smile on your face. Before Hizashi could answer he was cut off by a little girl. “Excuse me are you the hero Blue Nova.” She questions you with a toothless smile. ‘Oh my goodness.’ You thought causing your heartbeat to triple. “Hey. Yes I am. What I help you with?” you smiled at her. “Can I please get a picture and an autograph. It’s for my older brother he always say he loves your hero work. He is sick so I thought if I showed him this he would feel better.” She said pointing at the picture you had taken last week for the article about Top 10 Hero Rookies To Watch Out For This Year.

“Of course I can.” You said taking a photo with her smiling the biggest smile you could muster. “Ok what is his name?” you questioned. “Satori. He is your biggest fan.” She said with a grin. Causing you to grin along with her.

Hey Satori I heard you are my biggest fan I hope you feel better and look after your little sister Always cherish your loved ones And always be kind to one another xoxo B.N

“Thank you so, so much for this I am going to give it to him immediately.” She said waving before turning around and walking towards her mother. “See.” Hizashi said talking for the first time in a while. You just blushed and Shouta felt him heartbeat rise. ‘Wow she is so beautiful. How have I never seen that before.’ Shouta thought smiling at you before going back to his coffee.

Age 23

“Come on let’s go on this ride.” You said pulling Shouta towards the giant wheel. “I have always wanted to go on it but nobody ever went with me because they say it is boring.” You pleaded and Aizawa just nodded with a smile walking forward to stand in the queue with you. “Shit Y/N are you okay.” Aizawa asked as he watch you fall down and all you could do was laugh. “I’m fine I’m fine.” You said still laying on the ground laughing. “Geez you are so clumsy.” Sho muttered as he helped you up.

“Okay let’s go.” You said prolonging the ‘o’. And Aizawa just shook his head smiling at you softly when you weren’t looking. After a 15 minute wait you could finally go onto the ride. Getting into one of the balloons all you started to feel giddy. “I am so happy you agreed to come with me Sho. It really means a lot.” You smiled at him before the ride begins and up you went. ‘No problem Y/N/N.’ Aizawa thought staring lovingly at you when you looked out onto the carnival below you.

Quickly turning his head as he see your head move in his direction. ‘Wow has he always been this handsome. I wish I could just kiss his stupid face.’ You though looking at his side profile. Shaking your head you turn back to the view on your side. As you stopped at the top you and Shouta both looked at each other with grins. Laughing quietly with one another. Slowly moving your heads towards each other. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered softly and all you could do was nod with a blush forming on your cheeks.

As you continued to kiss the ride started moving and you pulled away from the kiss. Heavily breathing Shota just smiled at you taking your hand in his. “Wow.” You whispered. “We have never done that before.” You continued. “Wow indeed.” Shouta agreed with the same small smile on his face. “Y/N” “Shouta.” You both said at the same time causing you to giggle. “You can go first.”

“Y/N I have had feelings for you for the last year and I can’t keep quiet anymore. I need to know if you feel the same or is it just me.” He said looking at you nervously. “I love you too Sho. I wanted to tell you earlier today but I just didn’t know if you felt the same and I didn’t want to ruin or friendship over something so trivial as loving your best friend.” “I love you.” He said pulling you back into the amazing breath taking kiss from before.

Stopping at the bottom all you could hear was Yamada screaming as you and Sho pulled away from each other to get off the ride. “When did this happen? How come you haven’t told me your best friend? How… what… when…where.” He said in one breath.

“Calm down ‘Zashi. We just confessed.” You said causing the blond to shriek. “Did you have a top of the ride kiss?” he questions looking for all the details. Aizawa just nodded and Yamada gave another shriek causing people to look at you guys. “Come on let’s go speak somewhere private. I don’t want all these people looking at Y/N. She is in the top 30 heroes after all.” Shouta said pulling you and Hizashi along with him to a quieter area.

Age 28

“I promised, didn’t I?” Shouta said smiling at you before turning back to the wedding officiant. “You made the same promise to me years ago.” You whispered back causing him to softly giggle. “Now I believe you prepared your own vows.” The officiant said smiling at your both causing you to nod. “If you would do the honours.” The officiant said to Aizawa.

Letting out a deep breath he started. “Y/N I have loved you from the moment in that café with that little girl asking for a photo. I promised I would have married you if we were still single by 40, thankfully it happened a few years earlier.” He said causing the guests to laugh. “I promise I will love you forever. I promise to look out for you when we are busy with work even though you in the top 5 heroes.” This caused you to giggle. “My dreams at night are reflections of all the amazing times we have spent together and for the adventures that still awaits us.” He said with a shy smile. “I promise to stay by your side loyal till the day I die.” He continued and tears started to form in both your eyes.

“Shouta I have loved you from the moment you helped me up when I fell at the carnival.” At the mention of the fell he let out a laugh along with Hizashi who was there as Shouta’s best man. Married to one on you best friends from your agency and maid of honour.

“I promise to stay by your side through thick and thin. I promise to cherish and love you forever. I have never been more certain of a decision than wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. When I look into your eyes I remember all the times we have spent together and that is a reminder of just how lucky I am to be with you. Every day I wake up falling in love with you even more and for that I will be forever grateful.” You finished with a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Now for the rings.” The officiant said with a smile. “Y/N/N with this ring I give you a token of my love and as my promise to stay loyal to you and love you forever.” He finished putting the ring on your finger. “Sho with this ring I give you a token of my promise to cherish you forever. To love you, to grow old with you till the day I die.” You finished putting the ring on his finger. “Now with the power vested in me I pronounce you man and wife you my kiss your bride.” The officiant said.

Shouta pulled you to him giving you a kiss he has been dying to give you since last night. Wrapping your arms around his neck he dipped you down causing your friends and family to cheer all around you. As you pulled away from each other you blushed at the look in his eyes. “For the first time ever may I introduce you to Mister and Misses Aizawa.” The officiant said loudly and the crowd cheered again.

Day 9 | Masterlist | Day 11

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[cookieshower]

This question is 10+ years late, but I’m reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally curious to know. How did you first get into SpaPort / PortSpa and why do you like it more than the others?

oh this is gonna be a mini story time 🛐

how: since i got into hetalia toni is already a blorbo™. you know those things like uhh if a ship has both of my blorbo in it i will love it more? yeah...

in 2011-2014 there was a popular heta fan comic in deviantart called Maaf, it's mainly focused on maritime southeast asia ocs and bits of their history with other canon charas. it's kinda non linear (chronological??).

around that time port's 2nd design is revealed (the ponytail with scar), later the author of Maaf drew him in the story... note that the author doesn't write some parts of the story, chunks of it is provided/suggested by readers from said countries, port included.

ofc teen me (occasional yaoi enjoyer) & some readers went: oh ☺️ so that is spain's brother ☺️ they bicker a lot ☺️ wanna see more❣️ then i saw more arts of them by few dA artists... saw their tumblr accounts, followed, and from there i discovered many more in The spaport tumblr✨✨. i was just a minor lurker gnfjnfs, gradually left heta in 2014, made no drawing/content.

dragged back to heta bc of new season & SEA charas › jan 2022 i watched a certain anime and 2 main charas reminds me of #them › wow suddenly i miss #them a Lot..... › marathoned all their remaining tumblr arts and fics i've never seen before and dusted off my tumblr

why:

the 3 principles of good heta ship (credit to oomf): neighbours that share borders, one have invaded the other, family bond/related. this formula is always correct!

then there's canon materials and "why are you only meek with him"... toni only showed his weak side to port??? this exclusivity?!? oh it's over for other ships /lh.

TO ME a lot of ship dynamics/trope fit them heheh. sun and moon, dumb and dumber, sensitive and oblivious, writer and artist, i can fix him, etc. i think being a foreigner means i understood their irl relations less and i wont go "actually..." [insert better english sth sth ignorance is bliss].

they also reminds me of a favourite ship that involves my country so 🤒 even their language differences(?). then other fav ships reveals even more of spaport history bits from different pov. not elaborating the 3 ships here bc it will be Long and off topic lol but these kept adding as i learned more!! so yeah there's the many indirect connections.

ok that's what i can think of, excuse the incoherent texts :3c

#ask #the ship is popular in jp fans based on their canon material #but here? yeah maaf kinda contributed #some opinions changed but this ship stayed #they can be one amoeba split into two and i ship them #spaport

[gritsandbrits]

Rewriting Secret of NIMH 2: My Style

Issa mess but here's my rewrite of The Sceret of NIMH 2. First let's change the title to something more adventurous because Timmy to the Rescue sounds lame. How does "Salvation of Thorn Valley" sound?

Second let's remove that dumb prophecy, it makes no sense and tbh Timmy didn't do anything to warrant the Chosen One. Instead his rivalry with Martin is given more focus.

The tone is still serious like the first movie but with more hints of romance. Dr. Valentine is the main villains overseeing all operations and a very intense final battle amidst a burning building. And lack of Jeremy until the finale also shows the darker tone compared to the canon sequel.

The new story is a blend of the movie's plot and the novel sequel Racso and The Rats of NIMH.

Just like canon the movie takes place 7-8 years after the original. Mrs. Brisby is a storyteller who doesn't care for pomp over her adventures. Her sons Martin and Timmy pursue different interests. Martin wants to be a warrior and spars a lot, while Timmy spends his time out exploring the woods collecting plants and rocks. Because of these differences the brothers tend to butt heads.

After a particularly rough argument ruins a ceremony meant for their mama, the frustrated woman sends her sons away for a few weeks in Thorn Valley so they can learn peace from Justin.

Thorn Valley is now a city populated by the mice of nimh and other intelligent animals. Timmy and Martin meets three other teens: Racso, a streetwise rat; Jenny a feisty female mouse, and their shy friend Maggie (an OC). These three work like a well oiled machine, unlike Martin and Timmy.

Timmy manages to adjust to Thorn Valley quite well but Martin's attitude makes him unpopular with the class, and even more unpopular with Racso.

Martin arrogantly assumes Maggie for her supposed boringness. During a fencing class Martin and Maggie are set to spar, Maggie shows great talent with a sword and beats martin. She goes over to him to help him up, but he ejects her, ashamed over losing to a girl. Maggie leaves disappointed prompting Justin to intervene and tell Martin he has to learn to work with others.

With Timmy while he adjusts to the city, he is problem to be something of a know it all, much to Jenny's annoyance. However she softens up after hearing about Timmy's past. She opens up about her own past as an orphan, her parents being the rats who died in NIMH.

The Thorn Valley council receives word that NIMH plans to build a dam. Justin and Brutus goes to stop them, Martin tries to go but is told to stay home. Justin tells them it be best to stay because martin's temper is a liability. That night Martin sneaks out of his dorm but is stopped by Timmy. Martin explains that he wants to prove his stuff but timmy said they need to follow orders. The two start bickering but then they see a weird shadow and run to see who it is. The shadow turns out to be Jenny, who also planned to sneak out. She wants to find her parents who she believes is still trapped in NIMH. Racso agrees to go with her since he knows the human city well. Timmy resigns and agrees to go on the condition that they need a medic. Maggie is the last to go because she fears for her friends' safety (and to spite Martin).

In the forest the five encounter threats like birds of prey and a rabid fox. At one point, martin and Maggie saves each other, resulting in mutual respect. Timmy also learns to trust Racso and Jenny and rely on his own strengths by identifying plants that could be useful for their journey. Jeremy takes them to see Cecil the Caterpillar. Cecil was an apprentice of Nicodemus who taken over after his death, he's comedic but is also wise. He tells the group that they need to find their worth outside petty squabbling and their father Jonathan would hate for his boys to be estranged. Feeling guilty, Timmy and Martin realize that they need to work together. Before the group leave, Cecil requests to talk to Racso privately. We don't know what he says to Racso but it is enough to leave the boy visibly shaken.

The quintet find a truck belonging to NIMH and hitch a ride on it. In the city Racso takes the group to the Underground where they meets up with his old friends the Savage Rats. The rats aren't as friendly towards the other four mice. However the rats are called off by none other than Racso's mother.

Racso's mom explains she and Jenner had a fling which resulted in Racso, but was separated after the first escape from NIMH. Racso corroborates her story and admits kept it a secret so his friends wouldn't judge him. Jenny replies she and Maggie will never judge him for his father's sins. Jenny glared at timmy and Martin daring them to disagree. Racso's mom easy she has no plans to leave the city but wants her son to pursue his own life. She adds she did meet some lovely male rats who Timmy realize she was referring to Justin and Brutus.

Things fall apart when Martin and Maggie are kidnapped by two cats, who take them to NIMH. Timmy, Jenny and Racso go and find Dr. Valentine has been conducting illegal experiments. They hatch a plan to free their friends, then they are discovered by Justin and Brutus. They're angry at the children's disobedience but Timmy tells them they got martin and maggie and they they know how to stop Valentine.

At NIMH Martin and Maggie find Jenny's parents who tell them Valentine is using the mice to create biological weapons. Valentine also oversees on creating a dam that could flood Thorn Valley. Martin uses his dagger to unlock the cage, and he and Maggie go about freeing tbe othet animals. As everyone make a run fir it, Valentine's cats Floyd and Muriel chase them. In an act of selflessness martin distracts the duo long enough to Maggie to escape. Martin is then brought back to be experimented on.

Timmy and Jenny meet the escaped animals and Maggie, who got the schematics.

The evil martin and timmy duel, while timmy holds his own for a bit the sheer strength from martin proves too much and he is knocked down. but just as evil martin is prepared to strike he notices the lack of fear in timmy's eyes. This causes an internal struggle as he starts to remember his brother, seeing this timmy loudly encourages martin to fight back against The brainwashing. Martin thrashed about and knocked himself out. When he comes to Timmy is tending to his wounds. Horrified at what he tried to to Martin somberly apologizes but Timmy says he doesn't hold it against him. No matter what happens they will always be brothers. The two make up and leave but Martin suggests staying to try to stop Valentine. With Justin and Brutus they managed to lure muriel and floyd to their deaths.

Racso publicly admits he is jenner's son and he doesn't care what they (the townsfolk) think of him because he has real friends who accept him no matter what. He begs them to save the judgement late and help him save the city. Together everyone starts to sabotage the machinery guerilla style using the schematics Maggie brought.

At NIMH the four mice try to flee suddenly Dr. Valentine arrives with a butcher's knife ready to kill them. Justin attempts to use the amulet but is knocked back, causing it to slip. The brisby boys scatter trying to avoid the blade but timmy sees that there is a live wire and as Valentine approaches, Martin bites the mad scientist causing him to stumble onto the wire, electrocuting him and shutting the motherboard down. They stare at Valentine's body for a bit then realize the fire is close and they escape. As fire engines circle around the building timmy and martin are outside and climb onboard Jeremy (who was flirting with female pigeons when he heard about tbe incident) and gets his bird friends to carry the mice back home.

Back in the valley, the kids are reprimanded for disobeying. Mrs. Brisby defends them and says they more than made up for it by saving the valley and the experiments. Racso & Martin bury the hatchet. Jenny reunites with her parents. Timmy and Martin are changed by the experienced Martin having taken a life deciding to use his strength to protect people, and Timmy decides to be a master healer. Maggie is gifted with her very own sword and she and Martin admit their feelings. A few weeks later everyone gathers in the valley to welcome the two statues of Jonathan and Mrs. Brisby.

Mrs. Brisby doesn't play much of a role here, but to be fair the same can be said about the books. But she does get full recognized as a hero, she's just more humble about it. I also decided not to use the amulet too much or else it may come off as a deus ex machina. i want to emphasize the characters' strengths and how they work together.

Maggie is an oc meant to be martin's love interest, i thought it make for a cute Parallel to timmy x jenny. Racso comes from Racso and the Rats of NIMH.

#the secret of nimh #timmy to the rescue #the secret of nimh 2 #rewrite #fanfiction #timmy brisby #martin brisby #jenny mcbride #racso #racso and the rats of nimh #nimh oc #oc x canon

[ktsphere]

for the fic rec ask game! 4, 18, 30 :)

Wahoo I'm going into my bookmarks for this!!

I could not limit myself to one per category, sorry not sorry. Have 3 of each!

Fandom-wise, a lot of these are going to be Willbond-adjacent Turns out they're all Willbond adjacent

Ratings-wise, yeah, this is mostly explicit 😁

4. Recommend a fic for a rarepair!

The Re-Education of Alan Bigsby by dothewritething and Redangel228

Sequins (short film), Explicit, Alan/original male character, homophobia

This series is not complete but oh my god is it hot. Alan is the homophobic dad in the short film. He has probably under a minute of screen time, but he's played by Ben so ficcers gonna fic 😁 (also read everything else by these authors. Actually this holds for every fic I've recommended here.)

Party Lines by wreathed

The Thick of It, Explicit, Adam/Emma, canon-typical twattishsness, drunk hate sex

They hate each other. The characterisation here is perfect, and the bickering throughout is so funny. Also it's really hot.

Once Upon A Fuck by BurningManwich

Tooty's Wedding, Explicit, Tooty/Peter, first time

Smut giving us the story behind "I can't believe I only got to fuck you once."

18. Recommend something with your favorite trope.

One of my all-time favourite tropes is Only-One-Bed. Especially when they sleep together before they're actually together-together, and double-especially when it leads to Problems later.

adored (and adored 2) by hounds_of_love

BBC Ghosts, Explicit, Pat/Cap, Teachers AU

I'm always always going to recommend these (but I expect you've read them already!) (and go read hounds_of_love's entire back catalogue if you haven't)

It's enemies-to-lovers, but they're enemies for dumb-dumb reasons. Which is so fucking delicious. They're so petty. They're so stupid. I love them.

Christmas by xnumb_little_bugx

The Thick of It, Explicit, Adam/Fergus

It's idiots-to-lovers-to-idiots-to-lovers, and again there's only-one-bed. The carpark scene has no right being that hot.

he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence by masterofgallifrey

BBC Ghosts, Not Rated (I'd rate it at least mature), Thomas/Cap

There is so much repression. I don't know what else to say.

30. Recommend an AU fic!

Land to Light On by sistermichael

BBC Ghosts, Mature, Cap/Havers, Academia AU

*It was bloody Torremolinos.*

It's a brilliant AU, with so much character (but also they're sharing a bed).

Purr-gatory by Ghibraryghat

BBC Ghosts, Teen, Gen, Cat AU

This is complete insanity but I love it so much.

Secure Beneath the Watchful Eyes by GroteskBurlesque

The Thick of It, Mature, Jamie/Malcolm, Dystopian AU

I haven't read this for a while (time for a reread?) but I remember this being sooo fucking intense. I think I cried. From the comment I left, I Did Not Put It Down.

#fic rec #kt.txt #lemme know if you read any and what you think! #ghosts #ttoi #tootys wedding #sequins

[aline-the-cat]

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Wei Wuxian enters their meeting room with an innocent-looking smile on his lips and silver eyes shining with playfulness, which makes both Meng Yao and Wen Qing get on high alert, their past experience telling them that whatever the kid is thinking, is not good at all

"So!" The teen smiles with excessive mirth "I received an interesting wish today"

"Going by your standards, I must question what exactly you mean by 'interesting'" Meng Yao comments wryly, even if they have shared interests and multiple things in common, some of A-Xian's tastes have always been more... weird; courtesy of growing up in a mass grave and being raised by ghosts, he guesses

The teen shows them a smirk in response

"Qing-jie" he turns to the healer "What kind of person is Wen Ruohan?"

The question takes her by sorprise

"Wen Ruohan? Well... he is very powerful and ambitious, when we left he was starting to invade minor sects out of some delusion that everyone was too dumb to lead themselves so he has to conquer us and do it himself" Wen Qing scoffs with a frown. Honestly, moving to the burial mounds was the best decision she could've taken

"Huh..." Wei Wuxian contemplates it for about a second "Between us, who do you think is more powerful?" He wonders innocently

Both Meng Yao and Wen Qing feel shivers down their spine

"Wha-"

"What's this about, A-Xian?" Meng Yao looks at the one he considers a younger brother with trepidation, the teen clears he throat and starts reading the scroll in his hands

"'Great Yiling Patriarch, I've heard all about your amazing accomplishments, so I send this missive to you out of despair. As you must know by now, the cultivation world is going through a great war against the Wens. Because of this, my family is in danger, so I must ask... please kill Wen Ruohan'" both officers loudly inhale. Wei Wuxian continues "'... I can't ask you to kill the entire Qishan Wen sect, though if you did the reward would be just as big, so at least I implore you to take down Wen Ruohan, without him, the remaining Wens might surrounder and my family will be safe. With this request, I leave you the list of payment and a way of contact' so it says"

"Ho~ interesting indeed" Meng Yao says that but he looks like on the verge of qi deviation

"So? What's the reward?" Wen Qing questions with a frown

"Hmmm says that the ownership of several stores and locals here in Yiling, an entire cargo of silks, gold, silver, licor, rice, rare medicinal plants, and the ownership of a plot of land in Yingchuan" Wei Ying reads

"What?! Let me see that!" Wen Qing practically rips the letter from him and Meng Yao also hurry to peek at it next to her. Wei Wuxian looks at them fondly, they get along very well despite their usual bickering "Are you going to meet them?" The healer asks him with her 'suspicious scowl', as Wei Wuxian calls it, the teen shrugs

"Sure, the Yiling Patriarch never refuses a wish"

'He says that but whenever he doesn't want to grant a petition he makes the offender forget everything about it' Meng Yao thinks raising an eyebrow 'Well, if I were asked to kill and torture innocent people I'd do the same' he sighs, and turns to look at Wen Qing, he knows they share similar thoughts

"These plants that are listed..." Wen Qing seems conflicted "They could help Meng-furen with her breathing problem"

"For real?!" Wei Wuxian exclaims

"Its a very strong possibility, what she has is something chronic from her days in the city, bad weather, and a weak constitution, Wei Wuxian's treatment has been effective so far, but it only alleviates the symptoms and stalls them, the problem persists, which is why she still has such a hard time in winter, this-" Wen Qing points at a plant whose name Wei Wuxian doesn't recognize "is a root that could help her lungs expel all the mucus and make them stronger"

"Auntie..." Wei Ying beams at the news "Well, I was going to accept solely for the challenge but with this..."

"Wait a second A-Xian!" Meng Yao interjects "I understand how big this is, and I know how strong you are, but to fight Wen Ruohan..." he pauses, A-Xian is strong, he really is powerful but... "It's too risky, what if it's a trap?"

"Huh?" Wei Wuxian looks at him curiously, normally, he fully trusts his instincts, which were honed to perfection to avoid any type of danger by living inside the Burial Mounds, but after growing up with Yao-ge, he learned to trust his slyness and understanding of human plotting more

"The only city the Wens have been unable to obtain is Yiling, they've tried multiple times and you always send them flying, so what if it's a trap to lure you out?"

"Hmmm? The Wens also failed to take Yunmeng though," Wei Wuxian adds

"Thanks to you" Meng Yao crosses his arms "My point stands, also... if you enter the battle alone with your powers, the war council may have problems with it, remember what we talked about?"

"Hmmmm that I have to play nice with the other sects?" Wei Ying wonders innocently

"Exactly" his brother frows at him "If we want to grow as sect, to exchange goods and obtain things we don't have, we can't allow ourselves to make them think we are an enemy"

"Then what can we do?" the Yiling Patriarch frowns slightly "This is a wish that I really want to fulfill, because of the families that are suffering, because of Auntie Meng and..." there's a guilty, yet playful glint in his silver eyes "because it really sounds like fun"

There's a moment of silence while the two arms of the new Yiling Wei sect try to process what their patriarch just said

"I... see" Wen Qing facepalms "Well, if that's what you want we can't stop you" she sends him a long-suffering look "So? What's the plan? How do you intend to kill Ruohan and be friends with the other sects?"

After a moment, both Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian turn to see Meng Yao, expectation bright in their eyes, the strategist sweatdrops at their expressions and sighs, already used to this 'This kid, really...'

"Alright, let's see... why don't we start by..." Meng Yao takes out an old scroll that they received three months ago "entering the sunshot campaign as they ordered?"

Wei Wuxian might've been adopted by Meng Shi, but at that moment, they have the exact same maniacal grin on their faces. Wen Qing suppresses a shiver

#yiling wei sect au #mo dao zu shi au #mo dao zu shi fanfic #mo dao su zhi #wei wuxian #wei ying #meng yao #wen qing #wen ruohan #yiling wei #yiling burial mounds #burial mounds #sunshot campaign #mdzs au #mdzs fic

[selineram3421]

Idk why but seeing your ml say you write for Saiki and Encanto my brain was literally like: How annoyed would Saiki be if he just heard the music on repeat in my head (I have The Family Madrigal and we Don't Talk About Bruno memorized so it plays on loop in my brain. Sometimes Surface Pressure and All of You are there but I don't have it memorized quite as much.)

So literally like in class, and then Saiki picks up my brain "My Tia Pepa, her mood affects the weather. When she's unhappy, well the temperature gets weird. My Tio Bruno- We don't talk about Bruno. They say he saw the future; one day he disappeared. Woah! That my mom Julieta here's her deal-" or like in the middle of a test just "GRANDKID ROUND UP!" Or just walking by him and "Seven foot frame, rats along his back-"

One day he just hears "You're the real gift kid, let us in."

How quickly do you think it would take for him to be sick of the music xD

(To be clear this wasn't really a request, I just wanted to express my dumb idea. If you wanted to write it alright but if not you're not pressured lol.)

He'd be so annoyed 😆 Haha

Sorry its late, life stuff.

Saiki X Reader:

The Encanto Brainrot

Gender neutral reader for everyone to enjoy!

~*·°·.·°·*

Saiki had a surprisingly peaceful weekend. Just him and his coffee jelly while watching the TV drama that the thoughts of people haven't spoiled for him yet.

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He hoped it could be like this everyday.

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But that's just wishful thinking.

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The moment he sat down at his desk, there was a noise that just seemed to keep playing over and over. Occasionally it would change but again, that noise would repeat.

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Eventually it got louder the closer the person got and he was finally able to hear what it was clearly.

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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no~

We don't talk about Bruno- But!

It was my wedding day

It was our wedding day!

We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

No clouds allowed in the sky

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Oh, it was a song.

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Saiki thought and just shrugged it off, not thinking much of it.

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Glancing over, he saw that it was you who had been playing the tune in your head. It was somewhat of a surprise since you were so quiet in class and even your thoughts were sometimes hard to hear.

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I guess they must be in a good mood.

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The pink haired teen concluded and went back to getting his things set up for class.

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Good for them I guess.

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After a few classes it was finally break. You had a different song playing in your head this time.

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Under the surface

I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service

A flaw or a crack

The straw in the stack

That breaks the camel's back

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Not good for them, geez. How long can they play those songs in their head?

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Saiki heard these songs repeat all throughout class. The only upside was that he didn't hear Kaidou and Nendou talking.

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"Hey buddy! Buddy! Pal!", Nendou kept calling out.

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"Can't you see he's thinking! An oaf like you wouldn't understand how hard it is to know that Dark Reunion lurks on this planet.", Kaidou says, covering one eye dramatically.

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Oh great, these two idiots are here.

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Sighing quietly as the two bicker, the psychic hears the song switch after repeating four times.

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Welcome to the Family Madrigal!

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Saiki holds back from banging his head on the desk. This had been the song they were listening to earlier.

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Please just stop.

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The day was just filled with the same music. Occasionally some background music, and random characters saying certain lines, but mostly the "We Don't Talk About Bruno" song.

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The next day, and the day after, the whole week. A whole week of the same music from the movie they watched.

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Thankfully the music started to only happen once in a while now.

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Then came the movie quotes.

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For some reason, Nendou decided to include you into the group for lunch and dragged him to the cafeteria.

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Kaidou was being nervous and just stood in front of the doors.

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Randomly, Saiki hears your thoughts sounding different.

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You're the real gift kid, let us in.

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Deciding to just get lunch over with, Saiki pushes with Kaidou one of his abilities into the doors and they open.

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Another time is when Teruhashi wanted a group picture.

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GRANDKID ROUND UP!

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It continued for a long, LONG time.

~Seline, the person.

#saiki x reader fanfic #encanto brainrot #saiki kusuo #saiki k #kusuo saiki #saiki x reader #x reader #gn reader #gender netural #encanto #saiki k x reader #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #saiki #who else has these songs stuck in their head? lol