#he came around eventually tho. Evidently.

[todayisafridaynight]

mine IMMEDIATELY falling in love with daigo who showed him an ounce of kindness during their first meeting is the realest thing ever. he is truly the character ever

mine's such a funny guy cause he really does live by investing and hoping it works out well. like he decided to join a major crime organization cause he saw two guys get themselves killed for one guy

#snap chats #to his credit he DID hesitate. he wasn't IMMEDIATELY smitten. for like a second he was like 'omg he noticed me' tho #at the very least he thought daigo was naive for having similar ideals like himself in prioritizing family/bonds over profit #he came around eventually tho. Evidently.

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Prof. Xiao-Long AU Concept

Note this one is way longer since it did in fact win the polls

Yang Xiao freaking Long was just what her name would suggest XL, bigger then life, the center of attention and life of the party! She was arguably the toughest gal to step through Beacon’s doors. At worst she was tied with her partner Glyn.

They were the strongest duo, Glynda’s ability to bullshit just about everything with her telekinesis and Yang packing enough raw strength to shatter boulders with just a punch. Heck, they were the two time Vytal Festival Winners of Beacon’s Golden era, Even STRQ came second to them.

And that team had her brother Taiyang in it, okay, true it did have the clearance sell, looking knock off of her too, Raven definitely dragged them down… No, she was not pissed at the bandit at all, nope, not a single inch of rage for abandoning her team, leaving her brother broken hearted, she totally didn’t spend months tracking her down and wrecking every member of the Branwen tribe’s shit that she could.

Well regardless she’d gotten over that who issue with her brother’s team, graduated, spent a few years living the dream, journeying around Remnant, helping people, exploring, just outright enjoying freedom. Life had been good. But eventually she got bored of it, bored of it, turns out Yang wasn’t for the lone wanderer shtick, didn’t live up to the hype…

It got lonely, and then her brothers wife died… Summer, Summer disappeared and Tai went into a depression. him remaining teammate Qrow tried, but he could only do so much, and she knew he was avoiding spending a lot of time with them cuz of his semblance the idiot. So she made her decision without hesitation, Yang starting crashing at her brother’s place and helping him with Ruby while beating the depression outta him.

And thankfully Glyn had a job she could work, a Professor at Beacon, she tried to get one at Signal but in her partner’s own words “That School already has to Suffer One Xiao-Long, why would you curse them with two.” And hence begun her domestic life as the stand-in mom for her adorable silver-eyed niece. And Yang realized she was freaking Maternal has all hell! Like Whoa, the amount of times people assumed she was Rube’s mom was scary, and not just cuz it implied she was banging her brother.

And hey, she was a pretty great teacher too, sure she was really more a couch, and every once in a blue mom stand in for Port but hey when she did the students were a heck of a lot more invested in her telling them about her past glory. It had nothing to do with her love of high cut tee’s she swore, she was just that charismatic.

Life was good…

-0-0-0-

LIFE WAS NOT GOOD!!!! She Was Gonna Murder Thos Little Turds! Few Things were as precious to Yang as her hair, and they, her students had abused her trust! She could understand a pulling pranks, heck she still pulled them on her fellow teachers. But The Fuck! CUT SOMEONE HAIR WHEN THEY SLEPT!!!

Beacon was starting up in several weeks! And she was gonna have to show her face now! With her hair like this!

Oh She Wasn’t Fooled For A Fucking Second!!!

This Had Bitch Written All Over It! It had to be those girls who’d been giving her the stink eyed just cuz the boys she taught couldn’t pull their eyes off their bombshell of a teacher! Or Maybe it was one of those douchebag students she put in their place when she caught them claiming they’d bed her.

The fact of the matter was she didn’t technically have concrete evidence of who it was, all she did know was when she went to bed she was fine and when she woke up she felt horrifyingly light. Her beautiful locks of golden magnificent hair scattered across the ground. All she saw after that was red, too bad her partner was there otherwise she could’ve slaughtered the perpetrator, true she would’ve ended up killing a few innocent students, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good, and were they really innocent if they just sat there and let such a tragedy happen!

They were lucky her partner Glynda was there to restrain her with several dozen times gravity being forced down upon her. And now here she was in Vale, already on her fourth group of A-Grade assholes clobbered for trying to pick up a red-eyed and incredibly pissed off Yang.

She stopped before it, a salon, one Ozpin had recommended, and one whose life and current state of function was on the line. Because if even an inch more of her remaining beautiful hair was ruined there would be hell to pay.

On the plus side they all seemed to know who she was, a negative is that that also meant every stylist was hesitant to do said firey dragon’s hair. She couldn’t blame them but if someone didn’t hike up their skirt and do something soon she’d-

“Ma’am, th-this way please, our new hire offered to do you hair.” Her eye twitched, a new hire, what the hell, she was ready to tear into him before a voice cut in.

“Hey can you calm down please, your kinda scaring everyone.” She blinked before looking up and meeting eyes with a fellow blonde. A guy around her student’s age, one who was standing up, facing her down with a stern look.

Your scaring the kids her with their parents, she noticed that in fact he was right as she saw some kids looking at her and backing away. And… She suddenly felt terrible. And when she went lack she heard it, a relieved exhale leave her fellow blonde, looking his way she met the boy’s gaze and felt a bit embarrassed.  Leave it to her to go and get worked up and have a kid around her niece age tell her off.

The boy examined her, or to be more precise her hair and she saw his eyes narrow with recognition.

“Prank gone wrong?” She growled.

“No, I think it went just how those little shits wanted it to.” He blinked before shaking his head.

“Well then guess they could count their lucky stars they didn’t do that to a sister of mine or they wouldn’t live to regret it.” That made her smile.

“Oh trust me, I intend to do just that.” The blonde chuckled, shaking his head.

“Well hopefully not with your hair like that you won’t, kinda hard to instill fear in them while their laughing at the result of their prank. C’mon, let’s fix that.” Turning her made his way to a chair, expecting her to follow as he walked confidently to it. She blinked again, well, the new guy was definitely interesting, few people had it in them to sass her while her hair was so much as touched let alone ruined like this.

“Hey you just gonna stand there and gawk or do you want me to fix your hair.” She couldn’t help it, nobody talked about touching her hair.

“If you mess it up I’ll mess you up blondie.” Instead of the usual whimper or retreat the blonde boy… smiled?

“’Snort’ You sound just like my sis Beryl, relax, I have experience with styling long, blonde fine hair okay, your in good hands.” She rose brow, but slowly started to make her way to him. Noticing a picture of a boy and seven girls stuck up in his station.

“Whoa, is that you with all your cousins or something?” He laughed.

“Sisters actually, and I’ve done each of their hairs more times then I can count.” Okay, she was willing to risk it, at the very least the kid had experience. So she plopped herself down and let him do his magic… Okay so she might’ve had to stop herself once or twice from decking him when he touched her hair.

But hey his small talk took her mind off it, heck she only threatened him once when he pulled out the clippers. The boy seemed totally in his element. They talked about tons while he worked his magic, washing, shampooing and clipping her hair.

Eventually she begun asking how long he’d been doing this, she was surprised when he admitted this was his third and last week at the place. Something about needing extra money and having picked up several jobs before he hopefully got into his dream school. She couldn’t get much more details outta him, the boy was very cagey about it.

Finally thought he moment of truth came out and she saw… A pretty good looking cut, a bit shooter then what she’d come in with but not bad. In fact she was sorta digging it! Huh? Who’d’ve thought she could pull off a short due just as epically as she could a long one.

She grinned the boys way, walked up to him and gave him a full on huge, lifting the blonde up in the air as she did. And suddenly he went from her confident sassy groomer to a flustered, confused mess of a teen as socially awkward as her own niece.

It was honestly kinda endearing, guess he was the sort who just got in the zone when it came to doing their job. Well not like she was gonna complain he was so freaking expressive now it was actually kinda hilarious not to mention a bit adorable. She teased him once or twice, and got the boy to fluster pretty bad before she gave him a big fat tip that hit the triple digits. Hey her hair was a treasure, he earned it in her not so humble opinion.

And so she walked out and made her way back to Beacon, all smiles and snark as usual, much to her fellow staffs relief… Until the next day. Where she realized she couldn’t style her hair the exact way the guy had! Made sense, she never had short hair after all!

She made a mad dash back to that salon… Only to find out he wasn’t working there anymore… WHAT!? She had to all but threaten the boy’s name outta the manager! Yes! She threatened a civilian, but this was important! And she got exactly what she needed, a name.

Jaune Arc.

She rushed to Juniors, needing to use Vale’s best info broker to find out the single most important information in the entire kingdom… Why the hell did he go on about Torchwick and White Fang when she said that. Obviously the info she meant was on the blonde stylist!

He blinked at her, and then asked about the name again… Then went pale. And then called Jaune over, apparently one of the jobs he was working also happened to be here as a bartender. One look at her and he flustered going all red face… Yeah, she did dress up, she was in a club after all, had to look good. Glad to see she still had it, not that it was ever up for debate.

Anyways she had him now, made her demand had him promise to teach her how to do her hair, and until then would have him do it. She’d pay him obviously, she wasn’t a monster, and a guy who could actually style her glorious hair was worth his weight in gold.

He told her she’d have to wait till his break, she was about to drag him off as her waiting simply wasn’t a option, until he offered to give her a free drink, a thanks for the huge tip she gave him yesterday. Well, she was already in Vale so why not… And again he shocked her!

Seriously what had she been drinking up until this point? Cuz it sure as hell wasn’t a Strawberry Sunsrise compared to the one he served her. She was about to ask, but he seemed to pick up on her question and gave the answer of ‘Seven sisters’ which just sorta answered it, guess a few of them liked drinks.

And he was back to being mister focused on his craft, sassy and cool as a cucumber… She just had to mess with him. Wasn’t hard, just a little shake here, a suggestive pun there and a wink or two and the boy went cherry red.

It was the best time she had out in a good minute, and then slowly, things started to relax and she fell into that age old troupe of shooting the breeze her the bartender. Talking about her brother and niece who’d get into Beacon this year and how freaking proud of her she was.

It was great, fun, and she was… tipsy, so maybe when his break came around she chose to drag him to the dance floor for some fun instead of out to do her hair… And once again he surprised her with another skill of his. Jaune Arc, could dance.

He even dared suggest he was better then her… the nerve. She had to prove to him wrong, she just had to. So they spent his whole break dancing, drinking, laughing and just having fun, and one stink eye from her and Junior let her new young buddy take the rest of the night off.

And then everything went dark and she woke up in a bed, naked… Oh no.

Then she realized thank Oum there was no blonde boy right by her, instead her Scroll had a message, saying how he’d taken her to one of junior’s rooms to rest after she’d gotten wasted. And how he swore he left the room when she started to strip…

Yeah, that sounded like her when she got three sheets to the wind, he also sent her a message about how to do her hair. She asked Junior about the blonde but the guy insisted he was just a temporary hire.

-0-0-0-

Well, it was time her baby niece’s first day was upon them! It took everything she had not to charge up grab little ruby up in a huge and completely embarrass her in front of everyone of her potential classmates.

Yang might’ve been wary of Ozpin when he first suggested it but still, she was aiming to enjoy this, to watch her niece, thrive in Beacon, to make a name for herself and have the best experience she cou- And she exploded…

Then some little white haired bitch started hounding her niece! She readied to walk up there and clobber the uppity brat. But before she could the spoiled brat left when some other goth looking chick got in the way. The black themed kid left too, leaving her poor niece all alone looking miserable!

She readied to make way only for the last person she expected to show up.

“Jaune?”

-0-0-0-

She stood with Ozzy and Glyn watching things go down in the emerald forest, watching her niece having the misfortune of teaming up with the bratty Schnee. But there was also someone else who interested her, Jaune Arc, AKA her personal stylist, bartender and clubbing escort to be the next four years of Beacon.

What could she say, the kid was a man of many talents that she very much appreciated. She’d looked his files over, and yep… Guy had fake transcripts, so that’s why he needed all that extra scratch. Still though, considering they had a ex-terrorist in their roster this year she couldn’t view it too negatively, heck Qrow had been a freaking bandit.

Also, the kid really wanted this, I mean guy let Ozzy launch him into the forest… without aura! Yeah that was a shocker, the fact the kid was even willing to fight Grimm with having aura much less knowing what it was spoke volumes to his bravery, stupidity too yes, but mostly bravery. And hey, when the cereal girl herself unlocked it turned out he had a bunch.

Yep this year was shaping up to be a interesting one.

-0-0-0-

Glynda didn’t know what to think of how Yang was acting, given she rarely knew what to do when it came to said brawler, but moreso today the usual, Yang was acting quite perplexing, well more then usual. Focusing on miss Rose she could understand, the woman all but raised the silver-eyed warrior after all. But her interest also seemed to focus on a second individual as well.

Mister Arc, a student she still had doubts about, but who also seemed to gain her partners attention, she sighed for the poor student. She didn’t wish her partner’s teasing on anyone, much less a seemingly easy to fluster first year like him.

Oh well, she supposed sacrifices had to be made for the greater good, a happy or at the very least entertained Xiao-Long mean much less collateral damage for the school and free time for herself. Perhaps she could offer him a bit of favoritism for such a burden, he did have a lot of aura, she supposed she could give him advise on control of it, he’d need it in case her partner ever tried to spare with the poor thing after all.

-0-0-0-

Okay, this was not good, Yang had not expected Jaune to be in Beacon, much less for him to befriend her precious niece and be such good friends with her… What was this kid? He could, do hair, make drinks, dance and could even be a reliable man when the chips were down if him turning back to help against the Deathstalker was any indication.

Seriously, the kid didn’t even have aura for a full hour and yet he turned to face a grimm most huntsman would think twice about facing much less potential first years. And all for some strangers… Yep she didn’t care if his transcripts were real or not, Jaune earned his place in the school with that bit of bravery there.

She nearly laughed when he was declared leader of his team, not cause it was funny, kid was the obvious choose, he was quick the decide, enact and didn’t hesitate. Hell, he had no actual training and yet when the chips were down he lead three people he didn’t even know the name of into battle.

Ozpin would have to be blind not to pick him, at the after party she made her way right to him ready to tease him to high heaven. But instead caught him talking to one of his sisters, well her her wife and… And. AND THE MOST ADORBLE THING SHE’D SEEN SINCE BABY RUBY!!!

Apparently, it was his nephew Adrian! So yeah she sorta cut in and got involved, talked to his sister, baby talked his cute nephew and informed said sister that her little brother was on the fast track to being a kick butt huntsman. What? you didn’t it so many checkmarks with her and not get a few benefits for it. Yang Xiao-Long was the kinda teacher who definitely played favorites, and Jaune Arc was certainly one of them.

-0-0-0-

Yang did not know what to do… Well, that wasn’t true, she knew exactly what she wanted to do, or to be more specific… Who.

How had it come to this!? Seriously, she just didn’t know what to do… Okay, maybe she should back up a sec and explain. So she, Yang Xiao-Long, Huntress extraordinaire, hottest teacher in Beacon (Okay… Maybe Glynda and her were tied) was lowkey crushing on one of her students…

No! It was not Blake! She didn’t get why Port assumed that? Nope, she had found herself thinking of and gioving extra attention to Jaune, yep, Jaune, mister fake it till he made it. HE JUST CHECKED OFF ALL THE THINGS SHE WAS LOOKING FOR IN A GUY!!!

Yeah, she was surprised too, as it turned out, you didn’t need to be a huge giant of muscles like Yatsuhashi or that transfer student Sage. Nope, lean was good too, maybe not Lie Ren lean but a nice in-between. And Jaune Arc hit that sweet spot, heck he was decently built even before Beacon, it was just more like a farmboy than a actual knight. But now, ‘heh’ Yang very much approved his teammate Nora’s insistence on weightlifting.

He was blonde! Which yeah maybe that wasn’t strictly necessary for him to catch her eyes but it didn’t hurt. He got along with her niece, heck he was her first friend in Beacon. And he was brave, something she knew when he turned back to help his team against that Deathstalker during his Initiation.

He proved it again though about a month later when he saved Cardin Winchester against a Ursa Major, now that said a lot about him. While his team ran for their lives Jaune stood his ground and fought to save his bully… the threatened him to not mess with his friends… Yeah, that was when she realized he was on her radar.

More then that he checked off things she didn’t even know she was looking for a guy, he was good with hair (though not his own if that mop of blonde was any indication), dancing drinks, And Oh My God Cooking! The Boy Could Cook! Again Thank Oum For His Sisters and Mom For Forcing Him To Learn Those Glorious Glorious Domestic Skills! But More Then That thank Mama Arc for giving him that ass!

And she was perving on Jaune again… Great. Ugh she needed to settle this already, heck she wasn’t even able to hide it anymore. The Staff totally made fun of her over it even!

But like, she didn’t wanna be all weird, plus the blonde liked the little icy no tit princess, and she was in a mood again… Was she really jealous of a teenager who was built like a ironing board… Yes, yes she was and that more then anything else infuriated her.

Heck he was on a team with Pyrrha-Obvious-Nikos! At least Yang could accept losing to the spartan! Okay… Maybe lose was a bit much. After all if she went for it she would nab that blonde up in a second. So why didn’t she?

Cause, cause she was a teacher… Y-yeah, that was it, totally not because she had cold feet, and never been in a relationship that lasted more then a weekend… Gods Dammit.

And then she stumbled upon it, Jaune and her partner training, Glynda had taken a shine to Jaune, not at first, her partner was pretty peeved about the whole Transcripts thing. But after a few weeks her favorite student (Ruby being the exception) had used his Arc charm on her.

Glyn was a bit softy underneath all that stern strictness of her’s. Wait? Was she… checking him out? Yep, Glyn was focusing pretty hard on her blonde Himbo’s ass… And she was touching him! WAIT WHAT!? Glyn Didn’t Touch People, She didn’t need to with her semblance! Why Would She… OH THAT BITCH!!!

That’s right Glynda had been benefiting from Jaune’s talents as much as she was, actually he was also helping her with paperwork apparently (something about paying her back for the aura control lessons) NO NO NOOO!

She was not losing Jaune To Her Partner and the stick up her ass! Yang never thought of herself as the jealous type but here she was, going into her room and grabbing some of her risqué clothes… Yeah they were pretty old, she at least went up to cup sizes since she last wore this to… Perfect.

Now all she needed was a night to alter them, thank Oum she was used to sewing cause of Ruby. And she was ready, and as she stepped into class, ready to teach unashamed and with a cocky smile on her face she looked to her mark. Jaune Arc much like the other boys in her class was staring just like she wanted him to.

Yep, Yang Xiao-Long might’ve been scared of screwing up, of causing issues for Jaune or more importantly Beacon and the moral implications of a teacher screwing her student, but that all came second, because more then that she refused to lose to anyone. And now that Glynda might be in the competition she wasn’t gonna hold back.

#jaune arc #aged up #prof. xiao-long #yang xiao-long

[lilyrachelcassidy]

The Cat

Mattheo Riddle x Reader 

Summary: The one where Mattheo welcomes an unexpected visitor in his dormitory, which eventually leads to a confession from his side. 

Warnings: yyyhhh, not really, no; some feisty cat tho 

Word Count: 1.2k 

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Mattheo cranked the handle of the shower, releasing the hot jet of water on his body. Today was positively ghastly, and he wanted to wash the emotions and memories off of him. He planned on taking a few minutes of a good read of a Daily Prophet and then plunging under the blanket where he would be able to, hopefully, forget the horror of the day.

Life, however, had even more advancing events for him to deal with because when he finally shut the stream off, he heard a jangle coming from his bedroom, the room to which the bathroom was adjoined. He suddenly froze, stock-still. 

For a moment he admonished himself for being such a weakling, therefore, he quickly recovered from his momentary trans. On autopilot, and because he wasn’t sure what to expect, he threw on some robes and exited the bathroom.

Yet before he could take one step forward, something big and furry flung to his feet. He let out a surprised howl but soon discerned that the enigmatic object actually turned out to be a fat, shabby cat with flamboyant ginger hair and a bizarre froufrou collar on its neck. Quickly recovering from the shocker and the howl, which he definitely won’t be chronicling over his family dinner, he bent over the pet and took it in his arms.

“Well, well... if you aren’t a treat for heart,” he said with a few droplets of water trickling on the cat’s fur. It hissed in dissatisfaction at which Mattheo chuckled. He scrutinized the froufrou collar yet again and noticed the printed, golden word on it which showcased ‘Henrietta’ in the cursive. “Your owner clearly must hate you, Henrietta...”

The cat hissed again, and Mattheo wasn’t sure if it was a hiss of disagreement or not, but he liked to arrogate that as long as the cat was in his arms, it agreed with his opinion.

How had the cat entered his bedroom, or why would it do it in the first place, he didn’t know. But the bond between them flourished as Mattheo stroked it a few times and was rewarded with a great, vibrating purr in response.

“Okay, let’s get you on the bed, buddy.” Stiffly, he put it on the bed with which the cat seemed to be extremely dissatisfied as it hissed again. “You didn’t possibly expect me to cradle you around all night, right? The privilege is only reserved for my cigarettes...”

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with this situation next but the resolved it probably wouldn't help with him walking around butt naked. He almost reached the bathroom to change to his regular, nightly attire, but a knock came to the door.

“For Merlin’s Sake...”

As the door swung open, it revealed a girl, an absolutely dazzling one, who Mattheo had been pinning after for a few months now - Y/N. She still had the school robes on her which she enhanced with some sew-on, muggle badges, and she was wrenching both of her hands like a small child summoned to solve a task in from of the entire class. She smiled at him coyly, and Mattheo was suddenly very aware that nothing but a thin layer of cloth prevented him from fully stripping in front of her.

To be fair, he wouldn’t have minded that at all.

“Hey, sorry to... intrude. But I have been looking all over for my cat and-” She halted in the middle of the sentence as she noted Henrietta casually stretched on Mattheo’s bedsheets, staring at its owner as though it revealed a Royal Flush on the poker table. “There you are, you stupid creature! What are you doing here?”

She crouched down, evidently waiting for the cat to approach her but it made no move whatsoever nor expressed any desire of being relocated. When Y/N made the reproachful expression and hushed at it a couple of times, only then did it finally get a grip that there was no option of a sleepover.

As soon as the cat prowled over to her feet, Y/N picked it up and swiftly faced Mattheo in the standing position again. She smiled at him. “I’m sorry about that. I hope Henrietta didn’t cause you too much trouble.”

Mattheo leaned over at a jamb, arms folded together. “No, of course not.” He shook his head lightly, and they both stood there grinning at each other and the absurdity of the situation they were shoved into.

“So, I think I should get going...”

But before she was able to move, Mattheo spouted off: “Don't you think I should get some kind of reward for finding your cat?”

Y/N sniggered, looking at him with amusement in her eyes. “Did you really find her? Or was it just a stroke of luck that she sauntered into your dormitory?”

At that, Mattheo smirked. He loved that someone was able to match his level of teasing. And he loved the way the corners of her lips curved, exposing a little dimple in one of her cheeks. “Technicalities.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but decided to give in to his conditions. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Go on the date with me,” he said it. Matter-of-factly. It actually cost him a much greater deal than he made the impression of; his throat went dry, and his heart picked up on the rabbit speed. And yet he was still leaning on the jamb, a smirk adorning his countenance and daring to look Y/N straight in the eyes as if it was one of the most obvious answers to that question.

That she seemed to not expect because at first, she snorted, but then apprehended that Mattheo wasn’t going to join her in laughter, thus she started goggling with a jaw hanging in consternation. That had a strangely amusing effect on Mattheo who, despite his tense body, managed to look casual. “You? On a date? With me? Do you even know who I am?”

“You are Y/N, and presumably, you are the owner of the strangely-named cat...”

“Hey! Henrietta is a very beautiful name. Have you not read ‘Persuasion’?” When Mattheo shook his head, Y/N let out a little squeak of disbelief. The cat peered at her with annoyance. “It’s only one of the greatest books ever! It’s muggle but still, something to catch up on.” 

Mattheo contemplated her face for a few seconds before the idea sprung up to his mind. “How about...” he started. “I take you to ‘Flourish and Blotts’ this weekend, and we can go over a few chapters together. Or we can go to the ‘Three Broomsticks’ and then you would tell me all about Henrietta?”

The robust blush spread over Y/N's cheeks. She set her face downcast, but a grin, even from that cant, was visible on her lips. “Only under one condition.” 

“And what is that?” asked Mattheo with a brow raised.

“You won’t poke fun at the name Henrietta ever again.” She simpered at him and that, Mattheo thought, was the sight he could admire on a daily basis.

“You got yourself a deal there, Y/N.” He extended the hand on which Y/N shook, and they both beamed at one another.

Later that night, Mattheo thought that thanks to the bloody cat, his days turned out to be one of his greater achievements, after all.

#mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x y/n #Harry Potter #hp #mattheo riddle fanfic #slytherin #Benjamin Wadsworth x reader #Benjamin Wadsworth

[embrosegraves]

ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

(request) Fernando Alonso x Reader  After Fernando’s Big Crash™ the reader helps him remember them “You were my first kiss.” + “Smiling in the middle of a kiss.”

Warnings: mentions the crash from Barcelona testing in 2015. written with female!Reader in mind. pretty sure thats it, could be wrong tho

You hadn’t seen what happened so much as you had heard it happen. Apparently no one knew how the crash had happened. Just that Fernando had somehow crashed out at turn 3. Pre-Season testing had never been so stressful for you. All they entailed was testing the new car on the track, gathering a bit of data for the engineers and then it was off to the first race of the season. 

You had never expected to end up in the hospital waiting for Fernando to wake up in the hospital bed. You were grateful that you had taken lessons to learn Spanish because so far the doctors in Barcelona didn’t speak a lick of English. They tried speaking to you in broken English until you replied back to them in almost perfect Spanish. Eventually, they managed to explain that due to the force of the crash he had sustained, it was likely that some of his memory would be lost. Whether permanently or temporarily, they could not say. It would all depend on when Fernando woke up. 

You thanked the doctors and sat down next to your boyfriend’s hospital bed, clasping his hand in yours. You were worried. Of course you were worried, your boyfriend just crashed and potentially lost every memory of you! You had no idea what you would do if Fernando didn’t remember you. You just had to hope that he would remember who you were. 

Around an hour later, you felt something squeeze your hand. Your head shot up from looking at your phone, turning to see that Fernando’s eyes were slowly but surely opening. You waited until his eyes were fully open before speaking. 

“Fern?” he slowly looked over to you, as if he couldn’t quite tell who you were, “Are you okay?” 

You watched as he licked his slightly dry lips, so you grabbed the cup of water from the bedside and helped him take a sip. 

“Gracias Señorita.” He said. 

“You’ve not called me that since we met for the first time.” Despite the doctors warning you that he might not have all of his memory, it still surprised you to witness Fernando not recognise you. You had been together for 5 years now. 

“Forgive me if this question sounds silly but,” you took a breath to steady yourself, “do you know who I am to you?” 

Fernando frowned at the question. He took a moment to think before answering, “You feel familiar to me. I know that you are important but I cannot remember why.” 

Your face had fallen more and more with each word he spoke. Moving your gaze to the bedsheets, you tried desperately not to let him see the tears welling in your eyes. 

Fernando had seen your tears nonetheless and gripped your hand a little tighter, “Lo siento.” 

“It’s okay.” You wiped the few tears that had fallen and tried to give him a comforting smile when a thought came to you. 

“Could you tell me about us? So I can remember?” 

“Of course I can.” And so you spent the next 45 minutes telling him about everything you had been through in the five years you had been together. How just two weeks ago he had brought up that he wanted to get married someday but that he still wasn’t sure about having children. You told him about how funny you thought the media was when he was racing for Ferrari because everyone wanted to paint him as a womaniser despite being in a very secure relationship. You had even told him about how you had met each other. 

“You were my first kiss, you know?” You said to him. “That New Years party where we met. I had been so shy that night and then you came along at midnight and just kissed me. It was honestly the most fairytale thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

“Can you kiss me?” Fernando suddenly asked. Your shock was evident on your face. You weren’t sure why he would ask that. Especially because he didn’t exactly remember being your boyfriend. 

“O-Okay.” You slowly got up and leaned towards him. Gently, you placed your hands on either side of his face, his own hands coming to rest over yours. 

The kiss was slow, and extremely soft. His lips moved with yours and if not for the situation you found yourself in, you would say that it was one of the most romantic kisses you’d ever had. You had honestly not expected a whole lot to happen when you agreed to kiss him. Part of you hoped for something, anything, to click in his head but you weren’t going to hold your breath. 

You definitely didn’t expect for Fernando to start smiling in the middle of kissing you. You went to move away just a little bit, but before your lips could separate Fernando’s hand moved to hold the back of your neck and he pulled you closer than you were before. What was a slow and gentle kiss quickly became passionate and almost desperate. It was like Fernando had been deprived of water in the middle of a desert with how he kissed you.

Finally pulling away from each other, you began to catch your breath. The kiss had taken a turn and quite literally took your breath away. 

“Fern?” You asked, your voice small but hopeful. Looking into his eyes you see love and adoration practically gushing from him. 

“Hola, Mi Reina.” He caressed your face as he spoke to you. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could hear the smile in his words and how he spoke.

“Do you remember?” Your legs felt like jelly. You were so frightened to ask, it didn’t matter that he was using his preferred pet name for you. 

“How could I ever forget about you, Mi Amor?”

The way I had already written pretty much the whole thing, and then STRUGGLED to think of a way to end it with a one-liner.

Anyways I hope you all enjoyed this one! It's my very first one for Fernando so I'm really hoping I did the request justice.

likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated!

#formula 1 x you #f1 x reader #formula one #formula 1 #f1 fluff #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x y/n #fernando alonso #fa14 #I love you all <3 #reblog with tags I missed please!

[rewh0re]

─ ILLICIT AFFAIRS ; SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Is it evident enough that this is lowkey inspired from miss Swift's song 'illicit affairs'? Fluff to angst tho nothing major. Lot of laughing kiyoomi in the beginning. Allusions to cheating (but is it really so?), Secret relationships and possibly fwb and one sided love.

Contrary to popular belief Sakusa Kiyoomi did smile. It was barely there, a small uplift of the corners of his lips, gone in the blink of an eye, but it was a smile nonetheless. This small smile was reserved for most of the world. Sakusa gave this small smile when he was doing press interviews or in gala parties, in fancy events you could only ever dream of going to.

But you, you saw him smile, you saw him laugh. You saw his lips stretch into a wide grin, his eyes slowly turning to crescents and the smile eventually fading into a boisterous deep chuckle that left you mesmerized the moment you heard it.

So this is heaven you would think when you would hear that laugh. This laugh was reserved for close friends, family and you.

"What?" He would ask when he would catch you staring as he laughed at your lame jokes under the sheets of your bed with you.

"You're laughing," you would tilt your head and smile at him and he would break into more fits of laughter. "It's pretty Omi, do it more often!"

And a pink hue would slowly cover his face at your words. Each time you complimented his laugh or him in general, he would turn a shade of red. It was cute. This was life with Sakusa Kiyoomi. The life that you could only experience at the wee hours of the night in the confines of one of your apartments when no one was around. It had always been like this. Kiyoomi would come to find solace in you, with his hood up and sunglasses on even when the sky was a midnight blue with the moon as the source of light. You, lovesick and smitten by the being that is Kiyoomi would always take him in whenever he came to you, even if it was not everyday. Even if it was never ever in the mornings or when the sun was up.

Meeting with Kiyoomi was always a clandestine affair. It was a matter of secrecy never to be revealed and he made that clear everytime. You took what you could get, making most of the love you held for him. He would laugh with you in the confines of your bedroom, leave as sneakily as he had entered, would never hint at being in a relationship when asked about it and always asked you to never reveal this illicit affair of yours.

You would find yourself asking one question when he wasn't around 'was it really love that you both shared or just a one sided travesty that he entertained?'

And with the passage of time came what you feared the most, the man to whom you had poured all your love and self to was rumored to be in a relationship with some famous actress, which he claimed was a false one. He held you tight in his arms as you hit his chest, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, he gave you false hopes and made you believe that what you had indeed was love.

Then suddenly, the visits stopped one night. His social media and number were inaccessible and you contemplated confronting him directly.

But you stopped when you saw the front page of the newest edition of some magazine you found on your way to the local bookstore. There he was, your Kiyoomi smiling his smile, the smile you saw so many times during the late hours of midnight when everyone slept. Only right now, it was directed to the girl he got into a relationship with a few months ago. The headline read something that your mind could not quite process because the only question you could ask yourself was whether he was ever yours.

You stared at that picture for what felt like a millennia and the only thing you could focus solely on was that smile. So true and so, so genuine. Luminous enough to make mascara run down the eyes, his smile was reminiscent of a love that never was there.

REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

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[rivalriotrenegade]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader Random "I love you"

About fic: Slight comic references, so if you know you know and if you don't that's still okay. Technically monster Simon Riley x reader but can be read as human Simon also no monster parts described so you can imagine whatever you want. As the title suggests the prompt was "random I love you" so Soft Simon Hours. This fic is for @midnightxsecretary (because they asked for more!) also @luvergirl777 because I think they'd like this based off a fic they wrote. One that you should totally go read after this!

Word Count: 593 (Short read)

Warnings: None, but GN reader.

It’s weird really, to see Simon acting so domestic you think to yourself as you silently watch him wash the dishes. The usual uniform has been replaced with a T-shirt and jeans and the balaclava has been traded in for a black surgical mask instead. You smile softly to yourself as you lean the laundry basket against your hip. 

It had taken Simon months before he felt comfortable enough to let his walls down like this. He had constantly been on guard trying his best not to let you see him down, but eventually you managed to peek through the cracks and slowly he let you see more of himself. Despite the fact that there had been plenty of ups and downs in knowing Simon the more you learned about him the more you grew to love him. All the bits and pieces, broken parts and sharp edges, all the things that made him him.

“Hey Simon?” You call out. 

“Yeah?” He replied without looking at you, too focused on finishing the task in front of him to bother turning around when he could hear you perfectly fine like this. 

“I love you.” You say, smile evident in your voice before you continue down the hall to finish your chore. 

For a moment time seems to stand still as Simon freezes… and just like that, with three simple words, you have shook him to his very core. 

You didn’t see the way his shoulders tensed, the way his hands grip the counter. You didn’t hear the deep breath he takes to calm himself and the emotions currently raging inside of him. You didn’t see the way he has to hold himself together to try and keep from crying. You didn’t see the hand he used to cover his eyes as he leaned over the counter because he wasn’t sure he could stand on his own two feet without his knees giving out. 

It had been a long, long, time since Simon Riley had heard those three words and to hear them so suddenly, for no apparent reason, hit him harder than any punch, bullet or knife ever could. 

He wanted so desperately to say it back, to tell you how much you mean to him. That if given the choice he’d take you over the very oxygen he breathes, because without you what purpose does his life have? He is a man who has lost everything. His mother, his brother, his sister-in-law, and nephew have all been killed for the sake of revenge. His teammates, his friends, have died in his arms. His very identity has been stolen from him, forcing him to live his life as a shadow, as a ghost. For the longest time he had lived for nothing more than to fight another day, to survive. But then you came into his life and for the first time in a long time he didn’t want to just survive… He wanted to live. 

But Simon couldn’t say that. Wouldn’t even know how to begin to put it into words. The strength and courage, the amount of vulnerability it would take to say something like that isn’t something he thinks he could handle. Someday, when he has found the right words and has steeled himself he’ll tell you. 

But that day is not today. As of right now he is doing everything in his power not to fall apart. Breathing in and out, washing the dishes in a circular motion, rapidly blinking his eyes and ignoring the stray tear that slips out. 

Hey! Hope you liked it. If not that's okay too. Please leave a comment and let me know your thoughts, I love interacting with you all. Also feel free to send in your requests! Nothing too weird tho. Have a great day :)

#Simon Riley x reader #COD #Modern warefare 2 #Modern Warefare 2 x reader #Monster simon riley #John price x reader #monster x reader #x reader #love #comfort #angst #graves x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #werewolf x reader #werewolf #vampire #vampire x reader #fae x reader #fae #reader #konig x reader #mw2 #mw2 x reader #call of duty #gaz #gaz x reader #fem reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

[xxxtoony-brosxxx]

Tw grooming/unalive/self harm mentions

Anyways

Here to discuss two of my groomers from the past

Aka MiloIsHere on discord idk what their user is here on Tumblr and Unicornlilac

Yes these are old things

But still I'm going to talk abt

Yes I heard Unicornlilac had unalived themselves idk how long ago

Ppl also tend to forget nsfw rps with minors is low-key grooming if they didn't consent to it, or can lead the adult to bride the minor to do nsfw rps Abt themselves, which unicornlilac did at one point to me

Info under the cut

Idc if I get attacked by my currently alive groomer or his pals, either I'll argue with or ignore yall

Also if u want, y'all can reblog and share

But for unicornlilac:

They were in their 20s, I think like 22 maybe

I was 16, they sexualized my OCs, one basically a child, the ogs know my boy Strawco, yes, him and Gearshift did a ton of the deed bc it's what they pressured to do, especially Ezy when I first made him, Ezy was also sexualized by them, with several Bendy clones at once

There's also them asking me out, I was 15 just turned 16, they kept implying to date, low-key even mentioning having sex and meeting up irl

Ofc I turned that down, but they did make jokes abt how we would do it bc as most of u know, I'm trans, so they were trying to talk abt how we'd do it and pointing out how I didn't have a dick

They even mentioned to me how they dated someone who would have been my age at the time (16) but they broke up 2 years prior

Making that person 14 years old, idk their story tho or how long unicornlilac was with them, just might be before they turned 14 for all I know, I can't provide evidence for this bc unicorn deleted everything and I had blocked them prior to that

For Milo (who I have evidence for):

Tons of NSFW rp from them, didn't really talk much outside of the NSFW rp, they never asked if I was ok with the rp, just went ahead and did it, I only went with it bc I was a ppl pleasing traumatized wreck that broke my own boundaries for it, (y'all would know I wasnt fond of my characters being referred to suggestively if y'all remember when I was upset with ppl calling Ezy a man whore, stuff like "hot" or "handsome/pretty" was fine tho), remember ppl, if they don't say yes, that doesn't mean it's not a no, it's a no until they say yes, I was 16 at the time, they were 17 going to be 18, and continued when they turned 18, i believe Milo is abt 19/20 now

Sexualized Ezy (only time they rped was for sexual rps between him and Don), had a drowning kink, I only figure out bc they did a water demon rp with their bendy and mine on a non NSFW channels in a server, only stopping when I said my boy doesn't need to breathe and is Aroace so if that's a turn off so they stopped so fast, weird if that's just a reg rp

Plus I've heard they did this type of rp many ppl, not just me, even ones that included choking and cutting

Lied about their age in different servers and dms to do nsfw rp

So if he claimed to be 18+ before/around the time of May, 2021

U were lied to

Many adults were lied to abt their age just to do nsfw rps

Got upset when someone didn't include their bendy in a work with different Bendys and my Ezy, which was a surprise gift we didn't know abt

And got upset when they weren't in it and seem to take pride in being messed up in the image above, didn't feel guilty until I pointed out that's not something to be proud of

I know they contacted the artist abt it, idk how they did but for all I know it probably came off as pretty rude

Only apologized to me to keep shipping, if I hadn't mentioned what I did, they probably would have continued abt the shipping rather than a really apology I low-key eventually pressured but still didn't seem sincere tbh and took a "I mess everything up" approach

This was stuff on my old phone I got from Google photos, when they took a joke too seriously there and started to guilt me for it, yes I did spiral so I know I over apologized but they didn't say they forgave me until this last message and told me to not make it into a self blame thing on my own server that everyone knew was a joke, and when asked not to make that joke I apologize and we dropped it, the only one that escalated was Milo

Doesn't ask if I'm up to rp, expects me to comply

When ignored

Tries again

The way they questioned the ban from my server seems pretty passive aggressive, probably nothing big but included anyways

Also this is old from my old discord acc

He asked what bbc was, I made something up tbh I didn't know what it meant back then

Don't know why he turned it on me

Um why???

When exposed for all this one someone else's server he started angrily (or so I'm told) questioning who did it and had threatened to self harm over it, I heard from ppl it was a way they guilted ppl to listen to them

I wasn't the only one he groomed but I'll leave it up to the ppl who were victims to step up if they see this post

#toony talks #Callout #Miloishere

[poppy-thatcher]

Just a Dream (Tomura Shigaraki) - Pt 1

A/N: My life has been on hiatus lately. So much bad happened all at once. But everything is finally looking up and one of those bad things took quite a positive turn! I have a few new things I've actually been inspired to write... but they're not ready to be posted yet. Soon tho!

I debated posting this here for a long time. I've been writing and rereading it since August 3rd, 2022. It's the first story I drafted with an actual ending. Cause, major shock coming I'm sure, I usually just wing it. But anyhow, enough of that. Chapter 1 of 🤔 potentially 12. I don't know if I'll post them all. That's kinda a lot.

And then, suddenly, his face was looming over my own. I inhaled sharply, marveling at the sight in front of me. He looked so unequivocally real. Had my hands not been strapped down, shackled to my very sides, I would have run my fingers across his cheek. Daintily pushed my hand into his hair, even, just to see how truly real this dream felt.

Warnings: First go at an 🤔 isekai. Unedited... unless you count the 50 million times I've read it before being brave enough to post it on Wattpad 😂 Also, I kept the dates what they were when I initially posted this cause I'm lazy. Maybe bondage of sorts... but not in that way. LOL! I love Shigaraki a lot.

Saturday, September 16, 2022  - 9:45 pm

I stepped foot through the door, and the smell of stale bar snacks and locally brewed beer hit me harshly in the face, making me wince and squint my eyes. I was mentally cursing myself as I peered around the room, attempting to spot my work friends before trekking my way through the groups of overly zealous people eager to be here tonight.

I spotted Cindy at a table across the dancefloor, sighed heavily to myself, and began to push my way through the cluster of strangers.

“Oh, wow… you actually came?” Cindy stated, shock evident on her face, as I stepped up to the edge of the table, “I always assume that you’ll stand us up. We’ve been inviting you for months on end to no avail.” she smiled, leaning against her friend I wasn’t familiar with.

“And yet you still invite me,” I state, a little irked at Cindy’s snide comment, “every single weekend.”

“Calm down, killer,” I heard over my shoulder, causing me to spin and come face to face with Daniel, my only work friend who I actually could stand to be around, “Why did you come tonight?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink and smiling his award-winning smile at me.

I rolled my eyes, “I didn’t have anything better to do.”

“Nice, so we’re the last resort. Must be all caught up on your anime shows, huh?” he smirked, pushing me towards the booth of their claimed table.

“I can always go home and let Netflix recommend something, ya know?” I snarked back, sliding my way into the inside of the booth, making my escape a little bleaker.

“Yeah, yeah.” he laughed, sitting beside me, closer than I needed him to, “No way am I letting your cute ass head home now that we got you here.” 

I felt my cheeks burn at his comment and quickly looked around the bar to hide my reddened cheeks, praying the dim lighting in here would help hide my embarrassment. 

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I couldn’t keep my eyes focused on any one particular thing. Daniel had left to get another drink from the bar and was stopped by a few brave girls who made him smile wide. Cindy and, who I eventually figure out was her girlfriend, Rose had left to grind up on each other on the dancefloor to the brash music the local band played. The other work acquaintances who remained nearby weren’t people I’d typically socialize with.

I sat with my head in hand, slumped over the slightly sticky tabletop, gently spinning my straw around the melting ice that remained after my beverage had graciously cooled my overheating throat from constantly having to shout over the local band doing their best to keep us entertained. Shouting over the music, shutting down advances before they could even utter words of admiration, all just to sit here alone and kick myself for agreeing to do something I knew I didn't want to. For the sake of friendship and normalcy. Something I never truly cared about, to begin with.

Why the hell am I actually here?!? 

I wasn’t one for social outings. I had a beyond-low social battery when it was fully charged. Combine that with my awkwardly shy demeanor, and anything social was a natural disaster waiting to happen. I understood why Cindy made the comment she did about me standing them up. I knew this wasn’t my scene, yet here I was.

I grabbed for my purse that had been tucked away in the crease of the booth and gently placed it over my shoulder, taking out the money for my soda and placing it on the table. 

No one noticed me make my departure, which I was ever grateful for. Having to explain why I only lasted 45 minutes for our friendly outing wasn’t ever something I’d categorize as fun. No one seemed to understand me, no one ever seemed to take the time, only ever criticizing why I wasn't normal like the rest of them.

I slyly moved around the bar patrons, making sure to not jostle anyone too abruptly, and started my trek home, ready to slip into my favorite pajamas and cuddle up to my childhood teddy. 

Today was emotionally and physically tiring, but tomorrow would hold a promise to be better. It would be my last free day before I had to force myself to trudge back to work and sit behind a desk all day. 

~~~~

I woke up gasping for air. Panic sat deep in my chest, making my heart beat a million miles a minute. I tried to clutch my chest to mellow out my erratic beating, but my hands wouldn’t move. I looked to my right side, noticing that my arm was strapped down to the bed with a leather cuff. The panic started to bubble over, unable to be contained, worsening at the possibilities of what could only come next.

What the hell is happening?!? I remember going home and climbing into bed, as planned. Did someone break into my home?

Tears began to spill over my cheeks, causing trails to flow down the sides of my face, dripping coldly into my messy hair. Before I could even get myself together, his scratchy voice spoke into the void.

“You’re awake,” he stated, matter-of-factly.

“Where am I?” I asked, panic heard so evidently in my voice.

“You’re here with us, the League of Villains,” he spoke, causing my mind to run around in circles.

The League of Villains? Like in My Hero Academia?

“This can’t be real, you can’t be serious. That’s… that’s a tv show, an anime." my heart was fluttering like crazy in my chest. Good thing for ribcages, as it was the only thing holding my heart hostage.

That voice was far too familiar. I could hear rough fingers scratch erratically, causing the noise to echo in the eerily quiet room, only confirming what my mind was already thinking as it rushed into overdrive.

Please let this be a bizarre nightmare! Wake up!!

CH.2

#shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader #league of villains #isekai #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki

[isaactheterrible]

could you write about sniper and demo bragging to each other about how many cryptids they’ve seen,, and then eventually arguing about which cryptids are real or not? I think it would be swag,, also I like your header

Thank you so much! (Also this request is freaking awesome, I hope I did a good job).

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Demo + Sniper: The Cryptid Discussion

Sniper didn't like the cold. But it was simply one of these nights. The wind blew cold air that invaded his van and the road outside was freezing. He hated these nights, cold and alone, desperately holding onto a far-too-thin blanket for any semblance of warmth.

But tonight was bound to be different. To Mundy's surprise the Scotts Man, Tavish had decided to come on by, probably looking for his drinking buddy for the night. The tall man came in , closing the door quickly but carefully as to not damage the two bottles of whiskey he was holding, one in each hand.

"Nice place ye got here, the cobwebs are a nice touch." Said Tavish as he made himself at home, sitting down on Sniper's table. To his dismay it appears his drinking buddy seemed tense, paying little mind to the Scotts man.

"What's up Mundy? Not in a talkative mood are ye? C'mon sit down lad, I got a story to tell ye." He insisted, gesturing to the seat beside him. Mundy did as he was told which Demo took as a signal to start his story.

"Well ye see, I reunited with an old friend recently, I was visiting me mum and I decided to go out with some lads I hadn't seen for a minute, the lot of us went out to get pissed (drunk) and next thing we know we're out on some dock, so I open me eyes to take a look around and you'll never guess what I saw! There's freaking Morag out in the water!"

"Morag?" Sniper asked clearly confused

"Ye know dirty dark brown skin, long neck, serpentine head, 20 feet long, Morag!" He said looking almost baffled at Sniper's ignorance

"Wait, is that some kind of cryptid you have over in Scotland?" Sniper tried to clarify

"Aye, I guess it makes sense ye wouldn't know 'im. I've seen 'im before, back when I had both me eyes, I was a wee (young) lad back then tho. In me paw's (father's) boat, the damn thing swam around us like it was gonna attack us! Gave me a bloody heart attack! Almost peed meself!" Demo joked

"Ye know I understand if ye don't believe me or think I was just a wee lad or drunk. Most people think I'm full of it." Demo said, looking down at his whisky, appearing a bit ashamed to have said his story aloud.

"Don't worry I believe ya mate. I... I've had my own fair share of... Bizarre experiences." Mundy said tensing up a bit.

"I used to go hunting with my ma when I was younger but one time I decided to go out alone, ya see in Australia there is the myth of the Yowie. You see it's said that out in the Australian wilderness there is a large hairy dumb bipedal creature, kinda like bigfoot. A big but harmless cryptid, a gentle giant but I know the truth. It ain't stupid and it sure as shit ain't peaceful."

The pain in Sniper's voice was evident but Demoman knew Mundy had difficulties talking about things like these, maybe if it was later in the night or maybe if the pair was drunker they could talk about it but not now, not like this.

"Ye know, Morag ain't the only spook I've come across." Demo joked, receiving a hesitant chuckle from Sniper.

"Ya seen any other creepy critters?"

"Have ye heard of the Alien Big Cats?" Demoman asked playfully

"Spooky motherfuckers, black cats the size of cows! They killed me mum's sheep." Demo proclaimed proudly

"You sure it wasn't a wolf or hell even a panther?" Asked sniper

"Panther? In Scotland? Ha! Don't make me laugh lad, these spooks ain't no panther and they sure as hell ain't no wolf. I've seen 'em stalking their prey with their biddy yellow little eyes... They attacked me friend Jean!"

"Ah is she alright?"

"Nah she died, it was cancer tho not them damn cats. She fought 'em off! Hit 'em with her cane! They didn't know who they were messin with!"

"I'm sorry for your loss mate." Sniper said awkwardly, not really knowing how to console someone.

"Is alright lad, Jean was a strong lady, fought it to the very end, those damn cats never stood a chance! Attacking a woman with a cane! Those damn felines!" Demo joked

"Hehe, damn cats. Ya know me and my dad got attacked by a cryptid once. The two of us were returning home from the cinema when a damn 6ft tall lizard came at us! We had to hole up in a damn public loo (toilet)! Waiting for that thing to get bored and leave!" Sniper explained

"That's not a cryptid, that's a damn Komodo Dragon!" Demo complained

"Says the guy who lost sheep to a glorified bobcat!" Sniper responded angrily

"I told ye already it ain't no bobcat, it's an alien!"

"Bollocks! What, these animals build their own spaceship to travel to earth? To do what exactly? Eat some sheep and get beaten up with canes?" Mundy argued

Demo looked away shyly, failing to come up with a witty comeback or an intelligent argument. Sniper had to admit it, it made him ashamed to hurt his friend, even if his friend started it. He didn't mean to put Demo in a difficult position.

"Ya know, I was young when the lizard attacked us. My dad probably told me it was the Megalavia to make me feel better, it was probably a croc or something." Sniper said, trying to improve his friend's mood.

"I thought these only existed in Florida." Demo joked

"Maybe they're an old-wives tale. A myth." Sniper said, a sly smile on his face, showing off his crooked teeth

"Ha! that'd explain how big these bastards get! Toothy fucks!"

"You're a good sport, mate."

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Did y'all spot the ICP reference?

#tf2 soldier #tf2 #soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 sniper #medic #pyro #scout #team fortress 2 #team fortress comics #heavy #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #team fortress heavy #team fortress spy #team fortress medic #team fortress two #team fortress engineer #team fortress classic #tf2 community #tf2 blog #tf2 mercs #team fortress scout #team fortress soldier #team fortress sniper #team fortress demoman

[ell-arts]

What's your head cannons

Hmm... I've got plenty, tho they might change over time. I’ll just name a few for now.

(Warning: most of these are quite dark.)

For the Pac-squad:

Pac suffered from anxiety and panic attacks in his childhood. It’s gotten better during high-school because ghost-fighting has boosted his confidence, but he still occasionally gets anxious thoughts from time to time. He doesn’t open up about them because he knows it will worry people (Spheria used to lose sleep over worrying about him in his childhood when said panic attacks were haunting him, he doesn’t want a repeat of that)

Spiral has a hidden talent for art (as was kinda evident in Easter Egg Island, coming from a family of painters who decorate Easter eggs and ornaments for a living) but he’s neglected the practice of his talent in favour of learning a bit of music instead, i.e the harmonica.

Cyli can play the guitar, and quite decently so. She was taught by her Granny. As she grew up though, she fell out of the hobby because she didn’t feel a big enough passion for it to pursue it. She is closer with her grandmother than with her parents.

Elli is, in many ways, an anime geek. Perhaps even a bit of a weeb. She used to enjoy watching several anime series on end, but growing up with a strict mother, she eventually dropped her hobbies to focus more on living up to her mother’s expectations. (It didn’t stop her from sneaking in some screen-time every now and then, tho)

It’s never shown, but I’d like to think that Elli and Cyli became the best of friends after a while. They became an iconic Girl Duo as counterparts to Pac and Spiral’s bromance.

For the triple B’s:

Betrayus’ birth name is Trayus Rotundin Spheros. He changed it to Betrayus Sneakerus Spheros in an act of rebellion and for taking pride in how he sneakily betrayed Pacopolis by leading the revolt against it. 

Butt-ler used to be a sweetheart in his past life, but a troubled family, serving in the war, and serving as Betrayus’ servant has numbed him out of any optimistic feelings, leaving him a numb, sarcastic and empty husk of who he once was.

Dr Buttocks had psychotic and evil-scientist tendencies as early as the age of 12.

The Butt-twins grew up in separate countries after their parents divorced: Butt-ler grew up in Pac-England with his mother while Dr Buttocks grew up in Pac-Germany with his father. Hence the different accents. 

For the Ghost Gang:

Inky was a DJ in his past life. He wanted to pursue a career in sound-engineering, but then he got recruited in the war.

Blinky became a Pac-Fu Master early on in his life, and by the time the war rolled around he was a bit out of touch with his teachings. He partook in the war for a bit and went through a phase where he had a lot of internal conflict over it all, since the war went against everything that Pac-Fu stood for. He only fully realised his mistake when he died and became a ghost. Afterwards, he took some time alone to reconnect with his Pac-Fu teachings, but it did little to bring back his peace.

Clyde grew up on a carrot farm before he and his family were victim to the war. Their land was seized by Betrayus’s forces and Clyde and his siblings were forced to fight for him.

Pinky came from a wealthy family, and her family was one of many who supported Betrayus financially in the war. But when the war turned brutal and some of Betrayus’ plans and true intentions came to light, her family ceased their support for him. In return, the family mansion was bombed, killing all who lived in it.

Despite having a lot of dreams and aspirations in their lifetimes, the Ghost Gang can not remember much of what happened in their past lives before they died. Or how they died. (They assumed that they were just body-stripped like the rest of Betrayus’s army)

For ghosts in general:

Ghosts can't age anymore due to being technically dead. If a ghost died at the age of 19, then they will mentally stay 19 for the rest of their afterlives. 

Usually, when a pac-person dies, then their spirit either goes to heaven or hell. But since it is assumed that all of the ghosts in the Netherworld died via abnormal means (body-stripping, or just death against their will), then their spirits are in limbo in the Netherworld because they’re stuck between the realms of good and evil. While the Netherworld itself may be quite a hellish place, I’d like to think its a place where spirits with ‘unfinished business’ are given a chance to reconcile or come to terms with their deaths to the point where their souls will eventually move on to the realm in which they belong. (I mean this will explain why we don’t see dead relatives of the protagonists coming out of the Nether to say hello to their families lol) (also explains why Betrayus is still around because he’s a salty b*tch who won’t go down without dragging everyone else down with him)

Ghosts have poor senses. Their sight and hearing is generally good, but their sense of touch and taste is quite poor, if not entirely non-existent. This is in line with them technically being dead. (“You know, when you get real tastebuds, the uh, roaches don’t seem so fresh” - Inky, from No Body Knows)

#ask #pmatga #pacman and the ghostly adventures #headcanon #pmatga headcanon #pacster #cylindria #spiral #elliptica #betrayus #butt-ler #dr buttocks #ghost gang #inky #pinky #blinky #clyde #SOME of these head canons will be used or explored in my fanfic The Veil #The non-existent tastebuds one for ghosts was already explored in my fanfic Just This Once

[tomkinard]

if you don't mind, would you please infodump crashgate to me? i keep seeing it being referred to but i don't actually understand it :/ you can just ignore this ask if you don't want to tho!

OH MY GODDDDDD 🫨🫨🫨 SIT DOWN. I’M ABOUT TO TELL U THE MOST BEAUTIFULLY CHAOTIC AND CHAOTICALLY BEAUTIFUL FORMULA 1 CONTROVERSY OF ALL TIME

SO THE YEAR IS 2008. our key main players are as follows— fernando alonso, 2x world champion and also my skrunkly, his teammate nelson piquet jr, a rookie in this szn and also the son of known garbage can nelson piquet, pat symonds, renault’s director of engineering, and flavio briatore, renault’s managing director and TP at the time.

renault is literally not even in contention for the championship this year, so why they did this? who the fuck knows honestly. but we’re headed into the singapore gp. fernando has a very unfortunate qualifying, getting knocked out in Q2 after a mechanical failure and starting 15th, next to piquet jr who starts 16th. the race is seemingly normal. fernando pits on lap 12 for tyres and fuel (bc yes, back then u could refuel) and then 2 laps later, piquet jr fucking bins it into turn 17. like the flop that he is. and bc this specific turn makes it difficult to retrieve cars, they had to deploy the safety car.

2008 regs meant that the pitlane would be closed while the safety car was deployed until all the cards bunched up behind it. this gave fernando a significant advantage because remember, he already pitted 2 laps earlier, which meant that by the time the pit lane opened, the rest of the grid would have needed to pit for tyres or for fuel while he didn’t, giving him the clean air to put himself in front of the order. shenanigans ensue (massa’s fuel hose nightmare etc etc) that give him more of an advantage, and he goes on to eventually win the race.

NOW. to anyone else, this seems very, very normal. wow ! congrats to nando and renault for scoring their very first win of the season ! #underdogtingz ! and yes for literally a year, that’s what everyone thought .. until the next season.

in 2009, renault were flopping saurrr bad. they kept the same lineup and while fernando was doing his absolute best dragging the tractor that is the r29 (and slaying bc the fucker actually managed to put it on pole once), piquet jr was unsurprisingly a total disappointment, amassing a whopping ZERO POINTS !!!! renault was like wtf stop embarrassing us, and then dropped him over halfway thru the szn for romain grosjean.

piquet jr was PISSED. and he is his father’s son, so obv he decided to stir up some drama. he came onto national tv and was like um . ackshually . singapore 2008 was a LIE bc symonds and briatore asked me to crash ON PURPOSE. they had a masterplan all alongggg and everyone was like wtf !!! and briatore was like fuck you i’m suing u AND ur fuckass dad !

im not even gonna lie idk what came of that but in the end renault was like aight we’re not even gonna fight, also symonds and briatore are both resigning byeeee. eventually the FIA was like yeahhh y’all did this shit on purpose and symonds at least confessed, but briatore was STILL denying involvement even tho he clearly had enough evidence against him. symonds ended up being banned from any FIA events for 5 years (he’s working for the FIA now btw. christ!) and briatore was banned indefinitely but u just cant take the sport outta him cos u see him around sometimes lmaooo

fernando denied involvement and the FIA was like we believe u princess 🥰 whether he actually knew or not .. we don’t know .. but be was literally caught up in spygate the year before that so honestly who the fuck knows. this would honestly be nothing to him he took part in corporate espionage what’s a lil cheating gon do to his wibbly wobbly morals

ANYWAY THAT’S IT ⁉️ i might’ve missed some details but this is all coming straight from the noggin so .. def not perfect. if there is some misinformation in there someone else notices pls point it out lol

#answered #anon #f1 #MY ROMAN EMPIRE

[reversecreek]

welcome to marina, LANA JAMESON ( woman, she/her ) ! they are a TWENTY SIX year old who has lived on the island for THREE YEARS. word on the street is they’re currently living in TOWER HILL and works as a INSTAGRAM / EDITORIAL MODEL. everyone also says they look a lot like SADIE SOVERALL. what do you think?

PINTEREST

“below the stage the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting?” — Charles Bukowski, Come On In!: New Poems

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as lavish as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents including a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in and out of hospital twice nw n he’s currently dipped off the radar after starting to use. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her. she doesn’t talk abt this tho. when she feels the urge to cry she usually jst smiles

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Very Pretty

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

ummm DISASTROUS romantic history honestly... riddled w beastly men and intense situationships n toxic cheating dynamics just. a lot.

went to uni for ballet n joining a travelling dance company bt. was kicked out fr excessive inebriation tht got in the way of her rehearsal times etc. now she just kind of insta models n does a few editorial shoots for realisation par n lingerie brands n such

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones 

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once. 

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. womanhood as nonconsensual performance. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops

she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think

she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n 99% of them haven't lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them

ummmm ya lets plot sexies

#marina:intro #me recycling an old intro mercilessly

[st-kitten]

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.5

after their incident, a few days later, she came by earlier, at around 4 pm, hoping the change in time would make her study better. but to no avail

when kiyoshi entered the cafe at 5pm, she awkwardly greeted him and he asked her to come to the back in the storage room. hoping it wouldn't be another discussion about the incident, she followed him. standing in front of him as he dug through his locker, she looked around. it was like a storage room combined with a resting area and a washroom

kiyoshi pulled out a book from his locker and handed it to her. it was her own textbook, but a few editions older "i have it on my laptop tho" "trust me. a paperback may surprise you" she found it strange that he'd go to this length to help her with studies he wasn't even familiar with. but she took it anyway

she began reading it instantly. she found out several differences between the content and she was surprised to notice a great deal of censorship in certain chapters due to contemporary politics and grey-shade conflicts. it suddenly gave her a boost to turn her argument around and put in a crutch of corruption and illicit blanketing in the sociopolitical evidence of the foreign affairs in her syllabus. the old edition was somehow more truthful than the internet and she had never been more inspired to dive and dig deep into her discipline. kiyoshi watched her throughout her study. she was extremely engrossed in her work and he could hear her type furiously, taking down notes from the tattered book he'd found in a library after bullying imayoshi to find it for her from her university. boy was he glad he found it. or rather imayoshi did. he didn't want to see y/n's defeated appearance after the hours she put in her work

even after he'd left, leaving hyuuga to close the cafe, y/n worked on her assignment until midnight, when hyuuga reminded her that the cafe was about to be closed. she couldn't take her eyes off the damn book and begged him to let her stay. hyuuga couldn't agree so easily and eventually asked her to go to her dorm or something. she argued saying it was a little too late to go back on the campus as the university had curfew. hyuuga sighed and invited her to his apartment. he had a twin bed in his room as it was the bigger one out of the two. it was meant for imayoshi or sometimes their friend izuki who came by and stayed over when he had work around the area. y/n thanked him a million times, her nose buried in the book throughout the drive to his apartment. hyuuga actually found it charming. he was sure that he liked her studious side. if only he was more interested in academics like y/n, hyuuga would be able to spend more time with imayoshi on a book or two instead of panting and damn nearly killing himself dribbling balls behind his overly cunning bf with a stamina of ten horses

hyuuga welcomed her into the apartment, showing her his room. she thanked him. being a weekend, she was expecting to take a well-serving all-nighter to study and actually type a proper draft of her assignment instead of just random points. what she wasn't expecting was to run into a half-naked kiyoshi in the washroom, a toothbrush dangling in his mouth, when she opened the door to wash her face, preparing for her night studies

"you? here? what... how?" she asked, trying to be modest and not check him out kiyoshi nearly swallowed the toothbrush seeing y/n in the bathroom. spitting the paste out and rinsing his mouth, he looked back at her "I live here." "okay... guess hyuuga forgot to mention that... sorry, I'll let you get back to your... uh... routine"

"i'm done. you can use the bathroom… there's a spare toothbrush somewhere, I think." kiyoshi was just as awkward as her. but he left the bathroom and rushed into the kitchen to down a glass of water, spilling some on his chest.

he needed a moment to think. he was sure that he had feelings for her and he was terrified of the fact that despite being with riko, he wasn't feeling guilty of it at all. in fact, every time he and riko went out, he could barely focus on her. he kept thinking of y/n and the kiss they'd shared. kiyoshi didn't even bother to remember y/n's bf, someone he'd already rivalled against. now that she was in his apartment, kiyoshi didn't know what to do. he could just leave her be, but knowing that she was one room away from him, that too in hyuuga company made him a bit jealous. not that he didn't trust his friend

kiyoshi fought back against interrupting them and simply went into his own room, sinking in his bed, trying not to think of y/n. hours passed and he couldn't sleep. he felt hungry and got up to get some leftovers from the fridge. the kitchen diagonally faced the living room, so when he entered, he saw y/n sprawled on their couch, her laptop, placed on the coffee table, illuminating her face in the dim light. she was still reading the book he'd lent her. kiyoshi blushed hard and hid his face in the refrigerator, eyeing a box of leftover pizza and some soggy fries

he took them out and was about to head back into his room when he saw y/n almost fall of the couch trying to reach a pen. he scurried to her side trying to catch her, but she fell nonetheless, the book hitting her face. kiyoshi stopped just before her, but his feet skid on the carpet and he too fell down, his torso hitting y/n face next

"bitch, fuck! how much do you weigh?" she groaned

kiyoshi chuckled, getting off her and sitting on the floor, back resting against the couch. she still lay on the floor, the book covering her face. kiyoshi's eyes rested on her abdomen, which was bare open as the shirt had risen up due to the fall. he'd cut his hands off before he thought of touching her. or so he thought. he pulled her shirt back on her stomach, covering it properly

"get up. you'll sprain your neck," he said

she simply looked at him from above the edge of the book. "kiyoshi..." 

his name from her mouth was the most beautiful sound he'd heard

"mmm?"

"can I keep this book forever? it's perfect," she asked

kiyoshi laughed. "imayoshi would kill me"

she got up and sat beside him

"this book is amazing. i wrote nine pages, kiyoshi. nine! that's the best I've done this month!"

"that sure is something. how much is left?" he asked

"oh i finished the assignment two hours ago"

"hah? then wyd rn?"

she gave him a cheeky smile "i love this book. I'm dissecting it. for curiosity"

"fuck… you really love studying don't you" kiyoshi sighed to himself

"i love putting effort into learning."

"that's very nice… aren't you sleepy?"

"no. I've never felt more awake. ik i keep talking about the book but you have no idea how much it means to me".

"glad i know now."

they sat in silence for a while. kiyoshi asked her if she wanted pizza. her response, a classic, was that all the knowledge had made her full. he snorted and got up to pick up the plate

while he ate, she narrated some of her observations in the book he'd given her versus the book she was using before. kiyoshi didn't understand a single thing. but the sight of her being eager to talk to him made him feel as if he could learn the law in a single night

y/n realised that she'd been rambling about her notes to a man who probably was asleep by now. when she peered at him, she found him staring at her with a small smile. an innocent, humble, and warm smile. it was then that she noticed how peculiarly gleaming his eyes were. it changed his whole appearance. his hair, perhaps due to the tossing in bed, was more wild than usual

"did i bore you?" she asked,

"you could never," he said in a raspy voice. his head was resting on his elbow that dangled on the seat of the couch, showing his long, attractive neck

"so you were actually listening to all of it?"

"yes"

"oya? then tell me how the anthropomorphic backdrop of a nation's political identity helped shape its legal functioning regarding individual rights and freedoms?"

"tomato garlic pepper. that's what happened."

y/n grinned at his pathetic description of a pizza. but who was she to complain? she swatted his chest, which was covered by a soft pink hoodie. pink looked good on him, she thought. he laughed heartily

"sorry for keeping you awake, kiyoshi."

"I'm not. talk more if you want to."

y/n softened at his comment. how could he be so kind? for a fraction of a second, she thought about how hanamiya, despite being so smart, never bothered to listen to her worries or comments. whether it be about her studies or in general. sure, he was affectionate, but he wasn't considerate. y/n didn't always want the expensive dates and overpriced gifts. hell, one time she wanted a mug of coffee and hanamiya ended up taking her to a french bistro, ordering a platter of fancy french delicacies. y/n indirectly sought the decent comfort she found in the cafe at other places. she knew now that it wasn't entirely the cafe. it was kiyoshi. kiyoshi teppei made her feel comfortable and at ease with herself, no matter where they were. she noticed how he matched her energy effortlessly. if she was studying, he'd turn the music low, adjust the temperature, and quietly place her coffee on the table. if she was taking a break, he'd replace the coffee with a glass of water, placing a small snack or two. she noticed how the window seat table was never occupied unless she sat there. when y/n wasn't studying, kiyoshi would try his best to keep her company or asked hyuuga to do so. she didn't realise how comfortable and nice these little acts were until she couldn't find them anywhere else, with anyone else...

I'm deadass writing a novel here... next part coming up!

#kiyoshi teppei #kiyoshi #teppei #kuroko's basketball #hanamiya makoto #y/n #fluff #coffee #pizza

[blackhallow]

pls talk more yuki headcanons before the rest of her arc gets released dondbvsmkldnfhgrnff 🥺🥺🥺🥺👉👈

DFJGSDJGS thank you for enabling me you are SO real sorry i'm so late to answer this!!! i am deep into my yuki brainrot so there's a lot :)

you already know all my hcs for her technique i won't even try to guess anything different. i just hope hope hope it's something very powerful, i kinda like the idea of her being able to walk away from the "duties" of a SPV by just being too strong, like who was going to stop her from leaving? no one COULD. she was the strongest before gojo came around!!

this is such a stretch but bear with me. you know how riko's parents died in a car accident when she was very young? i think it wasn't an accident and it was orchestrated either by the time vessel organization to kill them AND riko or just by tengen's people to keep riko closer to them, and i think they did the same to yuki's parents, or just her family in general, and deep down she's always known. (unrelated but i kinda have this hc for shoko too rip)

i think that as a teen yuki had a caretaker like riko did and i think they were very close, but she died protecting yuki </3 and i don't think she went to jujutsu high at all but rather she's been on her own ever since (since she was 15ish?). i think somehow she got out of the country and saw that sorcerers were SO different overseas since there aren't that many curses, and the world is much more peaceful (peaceful in the jujutsu sense) and this is what gave her the idea of :/// what if japan was like this too? and then she took it a step further and was what if there was just none of this anywhere? so she's been working towards getting rid of cursed energy ever since

she deeply deeply hates tengen for this since their barrier is the reason there's so much jujutsu in japan. she also hates she can't just kill them because that could put the whole world in peril but she would in a heartbeat if it weren't for the apocalyptic consequences.

she adopted todo bc she saw a lot of potential in him even from so early on, but mostly she saw him all alone and knew how much that hurt, and she never really wanted him to follow in her footsteps and never expected him to care about her ideals but he did anyways. neither of them really wanted him to go to jujutsu high but eventually he decided he would go to gather intel on the most conservative faction (hence going to kyoto). pushing my todo is a spy theory for which i have zero supporting evidence :) :)

she understands why geto started thinking the way he did but at the same time she loathes his methods. she wonders if she could've ended up like him if things were a bit different, and puts a lot of emphasis in never straying from her true goals and achieving them in a way that doesn't end up hurting more people. (she eventually learns about nanako and mimiko and understands geto even more. she would do the same if someone treated her kid like that too. still hates everything he did afterwards tho)

uhh random smaller hc rapidfire. yuki's the best teacher ever. she not only rides a motorcycle but she's also a nerd and builds them from scratch. she's so so so so smart and well-read in pretty much anything. she's very strong but prefers knowledge as a weapon, EXTREMELY good at any type of debates. she blames herself for a lot of things that aren't her fault, but tries not to spend too much time dwelling on it and instead always tries to do better. i think she feels lonely often and if she does have a bunch of shikigami she values them a lot as her only constant companions. she's extremely well-connected literally everywhere she goes someone important will know her. allies are very important to her but she keeps them emotionally at arms-length, and literally no one can tell because she's so... chirpy and easygoing all the time. she does care a lot though, i'm having trouble articulating this sdkfhds. basically no one REALLY knows yuki except for todo who got to see so many sides of her growing up. also she's bi, but prefers women (is leather jacket bisexual like... a trope? i think it is). she could pilot a plane or helicopter if needed and has had to, in occasion. i go back and forth on how old she is but i've settled for mid to late thirties. absolute polyglot she's fluent in probably a dozen languages. can cook but she's lazy. working out is important to her from a mental wellness standpoint but she also just likes to look hot. todo gets her into takada-chan's music <3. and she has the most random music taste ever her playlists go from jazz to idol music to rap to reggae to blues to everything else, will listen to anything todo sends her. she can't sing for shit tho. good at handling her alcohol (not as good as shoko, which bothers her, always accuses shoko of using rct to stop herself from getting drunk but yuki knows she isn't). always knows a little too much about people's lives even though she's nowhere to be seen most of the times, it's a bit unsettling. she knows she's a very polarizing person and a lot of people have wrong assumptions about her but she doesn't really care, she does her best to live the way she wants to <33333

watch all of this be disproven within like. two chapters </3 some of these are plausible but most are just me being deranged and in love with her. but anyways idc idc i love her so much thank you for sending me this ask i can talk about yuki for ages sdkjfsk

#this is a MESS of a post my god #on an unrelated note i despise gege for stating yuta is the second strongest sorcerer #in my heart that's yuki and it will always be her #also ships hcs for her are uro and kuroi <333 beloved rarepairs #i was really into yuki/mei mei before That mei mei chapter dropped sighhhh why does gege hate me #notice how in all of this i did not mention that one scene in ch 138 where she apologizes to someone for not intervening sooner #i think about that daily and i have no clue who she's talking to #not a clue!!!! #also apparently she met larue from geto's old group and he's on her side??? no clue about that either #anywayssss yuki fic coming in the near future it started as a short character study but it has evolved into a multichaptered fix it RIPPPP #what is it fixing? everything. #answered #ouroagnos #my fellow milfyuki truther <3333

[ghoulbutler13]

“Not everything is fake…”

CC x My OC, Dabi x Snowy, Gay OC, Somewhat Angst, BnHA, Quirkless AU, Fake Death, Boyfriends

This is my first time posting this fanfic tho

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Genkan Shima was supposed to be a police officer just like his father wanted but instead, he didn’t become a police officer because this wasn’t what he wanted.

Touya Todoroki was a police officer because he wanted to impress his father Enji Todoroki but it wasn’t always working the way he wanted.

Genkan and Touya became boyfriends through dating apps but Touya didn’t know his boyfriend was hiding something from him. Something dark.

“I’m home, babe.” A cold voice called out as the door closed. He took his shoes off and then placed them down before heading to the living room. He eventually got no response so his lover must be still on his duty. He shrugged his jacket off and tossed it onto the chair across the couch. He plopped himself on the couch and lazily grabbed the remote from the coffee table. He pushed the button, turning the tv on.

The image of a blurred masked man appeared on the screen of the tv as if he was about to punch the camera. The reporter was beside the image, speaking up.

“It appeared he had escaped. Again. His latest victim had been found dead near the alleyway. His face was currently deformed. He had a single shot to his chest. I advise you to be safe and contact 911 if anything happens.”

The tv was turned off, only to see a pair of piercing electric blue staring back at him. He placed the remote down once he heard the door opening. He barely flinched at the sound of the door slamming shut. The grumbling was all he heard as a figure entered the living room.

“That bastard always slipped through my fingers!” A white-haired man complained, dropping venom in his tone. When he approached the couch where his boyfriend was sitting, he straight up sat on his lap and rested his head on his shoulder.

The cold fingers ran through his hair to ease his anger and another arm snaked around his waist, pulling him closer. “But you are Touya Todoroki. You can catch that bastard, kitty.” Genkan said, looking down at his grumpy lover.

The said man sighed slowly and looked up to meet the usual glare that didn’t bother him. He changed his position so he’d straddle his hips. He pecked his lips and placed his hands around his neck lovingly. “You always know how to wipe my worries, babe.” He whispered against his lips.

The black-haired man stared into his turquoise eyes and traveled his hands to his lover‘s hips. “That’s why you have me.” He whispered back, smirking a bit.

Touya chuckled and nuzzled his nose against his lover’s. He was glad that his boyfriend still encouraged him no matter what.

On the other hand, he didn’t notice Genkan was acting strangely.

As night came out, the shadowy figure stepped out of the shadow and stared at his client. “Good job on hiding your evidence just like you promised. Now I want you to…kill the next target of yours. Touya Todoroki.” The older man spoke, handing the picture of the police officer talking to the citizen. The hitman stayed dead silent after taking good look at the picture. “Well? You better—.”

He got cut off by the gunshot echoed. His eyes widened at his hired assassin as he held the gun in his hand, a smoke emitting from the hole of the gun. The bullet had lodged into his forehead.

The man’s body became numb and fell backward. The hitman glanced down at the lifeless body with a blank expression and lowered his gun. “I’m sorry but I can’t eliminate the love of my life.” He whispered lowly.

Suddenly the doors got kicked open as the police officers burst inside and aimed their guns at the hitman. One of them was Touya Todoroki. “We finally got you, bastard! There is no way out for you. We have S.W.A.T around outside.” He warned, smirking but it dropped when the hitman threw something at them. Turned out to be smoke bombs. The smoke filled in the room, causing everyone to cough. Touya caught a glimpse of black when it dashed past him.

Touya clicked his tongue and then chased after his killer, leaving his partner and others. The hitman seemed to head to the rooftop and slammed the door open. The police jumped onto his back, tackling him to the floor. The gun slipped out of the hitman’s grip and slid away from him. Touya rolled him on his back and grinned. He snatched the mask away.

However, his grin faltered away and his eyes went wider as his heart sank to his stomach. “G-Genkan? No…it can’t be…why…?” He whispered above the breeze.

Genkan calmly stared at his lover’s shocked expression. “I’m sorry that you had to see me like this…congrats. You got me.” He spoke.

After standing up, Touya barely proceeded and held his head. He avoided eye contact with his boyfriend. Genkan was standing on the edge of the rooftop. “He ordered me to kill you…but I killed him instead…if you want me to—.” He stopped when something lodged into his shoulder, forcing him to fall off the rooftop.

“No!!” Touya shouted, running over. He tried to reach out to grab his hand even though their fingers brushed against each other. Touya’s eyes got blurred with tears while Genkan stared at him. The blood spilled out of his wound.

Blacknette fell down from the rooftop and disappeared into the ocean within a big splash. Touya was left on the rooftop, devastated for his boyfriend.

His partner rushed over to him and placed a hand on his back, shouting but Touya couldn’t hear everything due to shock.

A month later

Touya got promoted for higher rank and bowed politely to the audience. He spotted someone familiar from behind the audience when he straightened his back up. He thanked his chief and team before heading to his…boyfriend.

“Congrats, kitty. I’m proud of you.” Genkan spoke in soft tone, pecking his boyfriend’s lips.

“Thanks to your fake death, I learned some moves from you. Since you are now unemployed, I’ll help you find job—.”

Genkan cut him off and said, “I don’t need your help…I can do it myself…”

Touya felt offended in playful manner but he smiled and interlocked their fingers as they walked away.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #my oc story #gay ocs #quirkless au #oc fanfiction #oc writing

[thickest-antivirus-programs]

I had a dream i was on a murder mystery tour, a tour of a real unsolved murder that happened in a shopping mall with real evidence lying around, and i think they were like "noone found the murderer, OR the body" and it was a multiple day tour so eventually the guides were like "okay its time to call it a day, we adults will get drunk and you go to the mall" and we did, the mall was mostly open and it was just one store and the hallway leading up to it because they contained evidence? Now heres the thing, on the tour we barely saw anything, it was dark in the store and we used flashlights, so after shopping we ofc went back to the crime scene. Yea there was some basic stuff laying around like a discarded shoppong cart but we didnt know where the tape around the body was, that we were told about. Notably i wasnt listening on the tour at all. So a few of us snuck back into the crime area. and it was still dark and there was a red couch, and suddenly the tours came, blocked the door and one tour pushed a girl on the couch to kill her and he was like "see i told you, the red couch will hide the blood" and i was like oohhh so this is how it happened

The girl was one of us on the tour. Logically speaking i think doing this whilst having around a group of people specifically interested in crime (and me who happened to be there) is a bad idea bc theyre gonna snitch and theyre gonna be so dedicated. I guess they could kill us all tho. Idk what they did the dream ended

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