#hm. i'm still writing that doc can you tell

[dootdootwriting]

HIHIHI IDK IF URE STILL TAKIJG REQUEST BUT IF U ARE, ATUSHI,DAZAI AND RANPO MAKING READER CRY? (gender neutral or fem is great if that’s okayyy) TAKE CARE 😘💞💓 make sure ure eating drinking sleeping and all that jazz 🫶🫶

featuring: atsushi; dazai; ranpo (separately tw: mild descriptions of violence/injury in atsushi's part, crying, dazai typical suicide jokes/discussion of them in his part, "angel" as a pet name, swearing (from me) type: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort pronouns used: none (no use of "belladonna") (dazai flirts with another woman but god dammit that man is BISEXUAL. reader is gn) a/n: YIPPEEE THREE OF MY BEST BOYS!! and tysm im actually coming down with some kindof sickness my dad has covid so i hope its. not that LMAO but thank you <333 i'm going to bed after i write this!

under the cut for length <3 i may have gotten a LITTLE carried away with dazai DHAGHDG

ATSUSHI

is it even possible for this dude to make you cry, genuinely? he's such a caring boyfriend that he second guesses just about everything he says in case it could somehow offend you

it's partially adorable and partially annoying

so, him hurting you is pretty much out of the question. so how the hell does this sweetheart end up making you cry??

by getting hurt

he gets beaten within an inch of his life in yet another accidental run-in with akutagawa, and you have to drag him out of that situation as fast as you can, carrying him all the way to the ada

kunikida opens the door, notices your tear-stained face first and then atsushi's limp body flung over your shoulder, and calls for yosano immediately. she arrives in under three seconds, scooping him up and rushing him to her infirmary.

and now, all you can do is wait

hours after the incident, after yosano informs everyone that he'll most likely pull through, you try to get some work done. but with your boyfriend having just nearly been killed, it's pretty much impossible.

ranpo is so worried about how distressed you look that he offers you a pocky stick. you accept it and eat it, but it doesn't taste like anything.

your thanks is half-hearted.

you're sitting there in front of your google doc, eyes tired and red from sobbing earlier. there are three words written on what's supposed to be an incident report. kunikida sighs, pats you on the back, and takes your laptop away from you, telling you he'll take care of it.

that's when yosano gently re-enters the main room, calling you over

atsushi is sitting upright in bed, eyes misty. as soon as he sees you, he tries to sit up even more. yosano snaps at him.

the thing you want to do more than anything is jump into his arms and cry into his chest, but you don't want to risk hurting him even more. so, instead, you opt to gently sit on the edge of his bed and wrap your arms around him.

both of you start crying again, and atsushi promises he'll be more careful next time.

DAZAI

oh good lord . what did he do this time

jokingly flirting with yet another woman and asking if she'll do a double suicide with him again? yeah, that'll do it.

as always, his newest mark turns him down, skittering away as quickly as possible. you don't blame her.

"how come you keep asking people to commit suicide with you?"

"hm?" he doesn't seem to understand, flashing you that head-empty smile. he's completely enamored with you, you can tell, but then... why is he still up to his stupid habits?

"i mean, you're with me now. are you still really looking for someone to die with you?"

"well, you keep saying no, so what am i supposed to do~?"

it's a joke, you can tell. it's always a joke, except when it isn't, and with dazai, really, who can tell?

you don't want him to run off and end his life with some lady he met fifteen minutes ago. and they all reject him anyway, but what if, one day, one of them doesn't? would he be caught off guard and admit he was teasing? or would he not even miss a beat and actually go through with it?

the thought of him just leaving you without warning is so distressing, your eyes start to tear up. you thought you were done with this.

immediately, dazai notices. his eyebrows furrow and his expression immediately sobers.

"hey, angel, what's wrong?"

through tears, you have to explain everything to him. how much he means to you, and how little you feel that it seems that he could throw you and the rest of his life away at the drop of a hat. how you can never tell if he's joking, if he means it, if he's teasing. how much you just want him to stay with you and never leave.

he's taken aback. for a fraction of a second, dazai's eyes widen and he's left at a complete loss for words.

of course, as always, he regains his composure almost immediately, pulling you in as close as he can to his chest and rubbing circles into your back.

"i thought you knew you meant too much to me for me to do that," he murmurs, his voice as low and soothing as he can muster. "i'm so sorry, i didn't realize how much this was bothering you. i won't do it anymore, i promise. and you never have to worry about me leaving you like that. i can't just throw all this away! you're everything."

and he holds you like that for as long as you need before taking you back home.

RANPO

this man and his fucking candy i swear to god

it's always a bargain with him. you want a kiss? okay, but you owe him a lollipop. hugs? while he's working? you'd better have a cookie ready.

honestly, it's almost as if he's doing it just for you. like he doesn't love the affection just as much as you do, if not even more

ranpo enters every request of him with the mindset of it being a trade. instead of both of you receiving a kiss, it's your request, so he deserves something in return.

it's stupid is what it is (in a complete contrast to ranpo himself)

"i'm not giving you a lollipop, ranpo. you either get a hug, or you don't."

"fine, i guess i don't then. suit yourself." he spins his chair back around and gets back to typing, making a point of only using his index fingers to go as slowly as possible

"this is stupid, ranpo."

he swivels back around, his eyes open and giving you one of the most piercing expressions you've seen from him thus far.

"stupid? it's not stupid, it's just the way i do things. if you want a hug so bad, go to kunikida for all i care. besides, you should know better. if my own way sounds stupid to you, that means you're the dumb one. i'm just taking advantage of an opportunity; nobody said you had to get all fussy about it. just get back to work and leave me alone."

it stings! i mean, this is your boyfriend, who, despite being selfish at times, is usually one of the sweetest and most caring people you've met. just because of a lollipop? and you're the stupid one?

you feel like crying.

oh. you are crying?

you hadn't even noticed, and you weren't even sure why - this type of thing was usually something you should be able to suck up and give ranpo the silent treatment about.

but you're crying?

ranpo notices from the corner of his eye, and immediately feels insanely guilty

so of course he makes a show out of it.

"wait! there's something wrong! something doesn't add up!"

he stands up on his chair, procuring his glasses from his pocket and flashily but delicately placing them on his face.

"my lovely partner is crying! which can only mean one thing. it seems... in this singular, incredibly improbable situation... i, the world's greatest detective.... am wrong!"

he drops back down to sit cross legged on his chair again, puting his glasses back into his pocket.

"i'm really sorry, i didn't think this would upset you so much. i'll give you as many hugs as you want from now on."

#gubbiiscool #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #atsushi x reader #ranpo x reader #atsushi nakajima #osamu dazai #ranpo edogawa #gn!reader #atsushi bsd #dazai bsd #ranpo bsd

[gracesimp]

Hi!! I love your fics! Could you write something based on snap out of it by the artic monkeys? The doctor tries to stop reader to getting marry with other and that they can start their previous relationship again. I don't know if I explained myself AHH

Snap out of it

tenth doctor x fem!reader

SUMMARY: The Doctor hates that Y/n is already spoken for. Should he tell her how she owns his hearts, or should he let her be happy in the relationship she's already in?

How long would he have to wait before Y/n realised that she was all he wanted? Could he carry on the way he is: hearts breaking when she says the words 'I love you', but never directed to him? The constant yearning and urge to hold her close becoming unbearable?

"Yeah, I'm on my way!" Y/n said softly, phone between her shoulder and ear whilst her hands were messing with her hair. "Okay. I love you too." She giggled. The doctor looked up from the console, frown forming, before he snapped his head back down. "Bye, sweetie."

Y/n hung up the phone, sighing in content before looking in the mirror, finger delicately smudging the lipstick she wore.

"Who was that?" The Doctor asked, not even knowing why he was asking such an obvious question. Perhaps to taunt himself with the reminder that she would never be his.

"Luke." She smiled back, but faltered slightly when she noticed his sour mood. "You okay?"

The Doctor didn't even glance up from the console as he shrugged his shoulders. "Of course I'm okay." He spoke back. "When am I not?" He murmered beneath his breath, though Y/n heard it perfectly.

She skipped towards him, lightly nudging him with her elbow. "Don't give me that. I know you too well, Doc." He tried his best to not smile, but the corners of his lips twitched up. He couldn't help it. Y/n's happiness was contagious. "Wanna talk?"

Yes. He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted her to know how much she was loved. And how much better he could treat her. He was already offering her more than anyone on Earth could, but he needed to give her more. He needed for her to be his. So, he answered with:

"No." He shook his head softly. "I'm okay. Honest." The Doctor lies. Most times it's to protect his companions, though on the rare occasions like these, it's to protect himself from being hurt. The ultimate defense. Simply not telling the truth.

"Hm." She analysed him with her eyes. She could read him like a book. "You're lying. But if you ever want to talk about it, just let me know. I'm always here for you, Doc." She kissed his cheek quickly, missing the way it burned in response and how his hand automatically reached up to touch it.

Y/n skipped back to where she was before, still applying some makeup. "Do you think you could take me to the Paradise restaurant near my house, please? Luke wants to take me on a date."

The Doctor sighed. Very loudly. It caught his companion's attention immediately, and she furrowed her brows and placed a hand on her hip. "What?" She asked.

The Doctor hesitated for a few seconds. He was shifting awkwardly and he ran a hand down his frustrated face. "I can't do this anymore." He said, abandoning the console and walking so he was standing directly in front of her.

"Doctor?"

"I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake you." He whispered. "Snap out of it."

"I don't understand." Y/n responded, and he lifted his hand to place a strand of her hair behind her ear. He stared at her for a moment, admiring every inch of her. To him, she was the embodiment of perfection. he brought his hand down to rub her soft cheek. He loved the way his touch ignited a flame, enjoying the pink tint which soon followed.

Smiling, he clarified. "I get the feeling I left it too late, but I'm so in love with you, Y/n Y/L/N. More than I believe anyone could love anything. You have captured my hearts, and should you choose to accept it, they will be forever yours."

not proofread cos I'm lazy. hope this was okay :)

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[nyaskitten]

Late in returning to this HOWEVER, I am slowly taking off the anon mask and looking at “feel free to ramble” in concerns to my Oni lore

Hold on, let me just crack my knuckles and pull up my 30 page doc on it- (I’m joking.) Tbh I think the main difference I have is that I ended up writing the Oni warlords (or Moirai, which is the term I coined) to be sisters. But I think that’s just bc my brain keeps yelling “monster women!!!” At me

YOO HMS I love seeing u in my askbox I'm so happy to know you're THE anon !!!

A) I'D LOVE that 30 page doc, if you're more comfortable dm-ing it or whtvr, I'd love scanning through it, I ADORE lore from others!

B) I love the name you chose! Does them being named the Moirai imply any connection to fate/destiny? Bc that's what the Moirai kinda are, the 3 Fates! Personally I haven't chosen a like, group name for them, but their extended names are like, Clotho Venge, Clotho Decer, and Clotho Ha'eed, bc that's what Harumi was yelling out during the ceremony. I choose to pretend there's no literal translation and the closest there is in terms of translation is God/Lord/King of. The term "King" being used without the association to just men, like Mystake? King of Deception man!

C) I LOVE the idea of them all being women! I honestly don't know why I chose them all to be the way I did, but I chose their arrangments back when I thought Mystake was the Hatred Warlord, but now that she's the Deception Warlord I'm unsure...

I still like the idea of keeping Ha'eed as like, kinda hard to tell, and keeping Venge as just like, "what the fuck is a gender I'm gonna bash your skull in before you can answer this btw!!!" At the end of the day tho oni function differently from humans, they don't have like, deadset definitive genders rlly, there are features WE'D use to determine what they are, but they just see each other indiscriminately as brothers in the end.

A lot of the gendered language we use (brothers, kings, fathers, etc) are used to describe people regardless of gender. If you're seen as a "woman" by non-oni, you can still sure as hell be the father!

#asks #ninjago #oni lore #raine's rambles #hms-siren #man I love rambling !!!

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi :) I read all of your prompts here and I really love them all! So I was thinking how about and hospital Thenamesh AU? You choose if both are doctors or one of them being a doc and the other one a patient!

Pretty sure you will write something great!

"Just look at them."

"You mean look at Gil."

"I bet when he does CPR their bones are just shattered."

Thena huffs, slapping down the tablet with her charts (that is exactly why they have shock absorbent cases). "Are you going to actually help with the incoming patients?--or would you prefer to stand around them and watch them save lives instead of participating?"

The various interns and a few nurses scurry to cover up their open appraisal of their colleagues. "S-Sorry, Doctor."

Thena just rolls her eyes at them. It's a phenomenon in the ER that the EMTs and paramedics are the desired dating pool for anyone looking. And unfortunately for Thena, her emergency room is the hub for such dating pools. "Tell me what we've got."

"Kid fell off his bike, has a pretty nasty lesion from it," she gets briefed, receiving the necessary information. "He'll live, but we told him to prepare himself mentally to get stitched up."

Thena looks up at Gil as he gives her the lowdown on her patient. Gil is such a softie at heart, and he absolutely has a weakness for kids. She smiles, "did you tell him he was coming to see the scariest trauma specialist in town?"

"Nope, but I did tell him my very good friend Thena would take extra good care of him," Gil beams right in the face of her cynicism and snark with upturned eyes and full cheeks. He leans down to whisper, "especially since one his dads has been panicking the whole way here?"

"I see," Thena nods with a sigh. She's not the best at dealing with those accompanying her patients; she's not exactly known for her bedside manner. "You've talked to them?"

"Tried," Gil shrugs, still walking with her as the young man gets taken down the hall and transferred from his stretcher to a proper bed. "You know how parents can be."

"Yes, I certainly do," Thena mutters, speaking quietly and quickly with Gil as she prepares to deal with her least favourite part of her job. She pulls on a pair of gloves, "but usually your charm is more effective at subduing them before they reach me."

"Maybe I'm losing my touch."

"I doubt it," she gives him a coy little smirk as she sits on her stool and wheels it over to the boy. "Hello, Jack. My name is Thena, I'll be stitching you up tonight."

The kid sniffles a little but nods, putting on a much braver face than one of his fathers.

"Where did that nice paramedic go?" the panicky one asks, his glasses moving on his face as he looks around.

"Gil has to brief the nurse's station on their run and release their equipment so it can be restocked for the next one," Thena answers straightforward as she starts her most basic examination of both Jack and his injury. "How did this happen, hm?"

"Riding around with those hooligans, that's how!"

"Dad," Jack sighs up at his anxious father. He looks at Thena again, "we were taking turns going down the big hill by the old library. I guess I hit a rock or something, and..."

"You know," Thena looks at Jack with the smile Gil tells her is more effective than she thinks it is, "it's a good thing you were wearing a helmet when this happened. Or I'd be stitching up...all this-"

Jack laughs away the rest of his tears as Thena motions to the general vicinity of his head.

"Okay," Thena looks at Jack as she picks up her scissors, "are you ready?"

Jack looks at his parents and their held hands before nodding.

"Sorry," Thena mutters as she cuts his pants at the knee.

"I never liked those jeans anyway."

"Phastos, please," one husband says to the other, who physically zips his lips.

Thena lets out a faint laugh as she knots her line and takes her sutures in hand. "Did Gil tell you about how things work?"

Jack nods, watching her with her hooked needle anxiously.

"Gil told me that he already applied the topical anaesthetic," Thena explains, although she remembers after the fact that she needs to use more everyday terminology. "The numbing cream is going to help with the pain, okay?"

"Okay."

"How's...this?" Thena asks, applying some very light pressure on the cleaned wound's edges.

Jack squirms, "it kind of stings a little, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

"It's okay to be scared," Thena says as she makes the first bite and anchors her monofillament. "But this is just going to ensure that your scrape here heals properly."

"Jack, how we doin'?" Gil asks as he rejoins them, leaning over Thena's shoulder as she works. "See?--didn't I tell you she's the coolest doctor in the place?"

"She's pretty cool," Jack concedes, less tense as he looks at Gil instead of at Thena sewing up his shin.

"Gilgamesh, I am trying to work," she says in a light tone, since they both know she could complete Jack's suturing with her eyes closed.

"It's been a quiet night," he shrugs, winking at Jack, who laughs. He looks at his fathers again, one of whom seems to appreciate his sense of humour (the other one is just trying to breathe). "Don't worry, Doctor Thena here is the best at what she does. I trust her with my life."

"Don't let him fool you," Thena murmurs as she throws her next knot, "most of the people I get in here already have the benefit of his care before they even see me. I quite literally couldn't do my job without him."

"Aw, honey," Gil jokes, blushing and pushing his hands into the pockets he's thrown on over his uniform. "You're embarrassing me in front of the patient."

"Was he like this in the ambulance?" Thena peeks up at Jack, who is still laughing at their interaction. She shakes her head, already done with her work. "He's all charming on the way here and then people get scared of me--makes me look bad."

"Come on," he nudges her with his fist within his hoodie pocket. The parents startle a little at the thought of him jostling her when she has a needle in their child's skin. But they also notice in this moment that she's already done and handing her needle back for disposal. "You couldn't look bad if you tried."

Thena rolls her eyes, although she's smiling--she can feel it. It really hurts her reputation of being the 'scary' ER doctor. She looks at Jack, "guess what?"

"What?"

Thena holds up her hands, pulling off her gloves and throwing them away. "I've been done for five minutes already."

"Oh," Jack blinks down at his stitched up leg. He can barely even tell what happened, "whoa."

Gil nods at Jack and rests his pocket on Thena's shoulder, which she swats away gently, "best in the biz."

"Thank you, Doctor," the less nervous father expresses with a winsome smile, gripping his son's shoulder. "You've both made this a much more bearable experience for us."

"That's what he's for."

"That's why she's the best."

Gil and Thena both look at each other for the contrasting statements, although they share the same sentiment, in a way.

"I'll get your paperwork done and then I do believe you can head home," Thena smiles as she stands, her ponytail swinging as she does. She nods at the calmer husband, "your husband deserves to take it easy the rest of the night, I think."

The father smiles at her, "as does yours!"

Thena blushes. She honest-to-god blushes, her hands flailing around in front of her as she tries to form the words. "N-No, h-he's not--we're-"

"If only," Gil just laughs, heading back to the nurse's station with Thena's charts in hand (which he's really not supposed to be doing, but everyone knows that Thena and Gil kind of play it fast and loose with how much he's really allowed to hang around at her side).

#tw stitches #tw needles #Thenamesh AU #Thenamesh Doctor AU #I watched a whole ass video about how to suture for this #it's on wired on youtube if you're interested #we're going to pretend that I know what is and is not a hipaa violation #I'm Canadian #and I don't think I actually have that much of an American audience #anyway #I know my options were doctor/doctor or doctor/patient #and I thought about it #but then I found out that paramedics and EMTs #are the real heartthrobs in that context #and Gil would be a great emergency responder #he's friendly and kind and gentle #but can definitely lift a grown person with one arm #not that Thena has noticed #no certainly not #she definitely doesn't think her work husband is fucking sexy #just kidding #she doesn't even know he's her work husband #meanwhile Gil is like #my work wife is the prettiest Doctor in the whole world

[tedwinisconfused]

20 Author Questions

Tagged by @blackbird-brewster, thank you, this was so fun!!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

Only five so far!

2. What's your total AO3 wordcount!

83,545 apparently, which is much more than I expected.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently and on AO3, only Criminal Minds, but in my time on ff dot net I also wrote for House MD, Grey's Anatomy, Once Upon A Time, Oz the Great and Powerful, and Annie (in hindsight, what a random assortment??)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Twin Flames (377 kudos)

Sin to Win (234 kudos)

midnight (184 kudos)

lean for me (170 kudos)

All This and Heaven Too (73)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I always respond to comments! Usually whenever I update with a new chapter. Comments make me so so happy (seriously I cannot even begin to describe it) so I really want to show my appreciation to readers, even though I'm usually quite bad at thinking of ways to reply.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hm most of my fics are unfinished, but if all goes to plan, midnight or All This and Heaven Too will probably have the most bittersweet endings.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Twin Flames! Maybe lean for me too if I ever finish that.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on AO3 so far. I used to get some hate on ff dot net, but I think commenting culture in general is a bit harsher over there so.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Only unpublished for myself so far haha. But (perhaps controversial) if I ever post any it's going to be f/f omegaverse because it's underrated and there's a tragic lack of it everywhere.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

Definitely! I'm obsessed with fusion crossovers and there's lots of half-finished ones in my docs and notes app. My only published one so far (and I suppose the craziest) is my Criminal Minds x Twilight crossover midnight though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge! I hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had someone ask to translate Sin to Win into Chinese, which was really cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I co-wrote like three chapters of a OUAT fic with my ex-best friend years ago, but I think we got bored and abandoned it, so no clue if it's out there somewhere still.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Easily JJ/Emily, literally do not get me started on how tragic they are, idk what it is but I've never been so obsessed with a ship before.

15. What's a fic you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Sorry to anyone who likes it because it was my most popular fic until very recently, but probably Sin to Win. I really hate what I did with the plot from Chapter 2 onwards and I'm confused about what past-me thought a cognitive interview was, because that's almost definitely not how they work. The plot's just a mess that I'm not sure how to unravel lol. I am still totally in love with the premise though, so maybe in the future I'll start over and delete the last few chapters.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I would definitely say writing descriptions (easily one of my favourite parts of writing in general), I love getting to capture a vibe.

Also conciseness (thanks to every English teacher I've ever had, and all the hundred word short stories I was forced to enter as a teen lol) although it can definitely be a double-edged sword when trying to reach higher wordcounts.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

OMG definitely dialogue. Idk if people reading my fics can tell but I avoid it as much as possible, and that's because between my autism and social anxiety, I just genuinely do not know/understand what people are supposed to say in a conversation + how (although I definitely think I've at least improved in structuring dialogue realistically), especially in character.

Also, just like, plots, lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Personally, I tend to prefer for the writer to just be like, "she said in French." I'm bilingual, English is my second language, and I feel like often when people write poly-lingual characters in particular they're kind of clumsy about the character using another language. I've definitely seen people do it very well though!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh boy, I'm actually not sure if I remember, I must have been like twelve or thirteen at the time. I'm going to tentatively guess Grey's Anatomy.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

It's between Twin Flames (my baby, the first fic I've ever finished) and All This and Heaven Too (I loved writing young JJ and Emily so much).

No pressure tags: @kingofhellsdaydream @introverted-author @ellegreenawayslover + anyone else who fancies it

#me #asks

[skzoologist]

I'm glad you enjoyed the pieces I wrote 😭💕

I had to give her a somewhat happy ending for at least one of the ideas 😭 I love angst but only doing angst and no fluff hurts too much 😓

I think the single paragraph of dialogue in 3b was probably my favorite line out of all the stuff I ended writing last night just because of the impact it made as the only dialogue in the piece ^^

Also, ORV OC doc? I'm interested 👀👀

-🐹

Ofc, they were good, my dear 🐹 anonnie!

Ah, see? That is where we differ, I don't hesitate writing pure angst lol But I get you, truly.

Yes, it was really good! A very important part in the whole thing :D

Uh, hm, lemme see. You can have this lil part, as a treat:

Nevertheless, they stuck together like glue even after the inevitable catastrophe happened. The older one protected the younger, while the younger one felt incapable. He thought he could finally be worth something, he could become someone, especially with how things have been going thanks to his ‘The ways of survival' copy. So the fighting kicked up a notch, to such a degree that even the other party members became worried and involved.

What he didn’t notice was that he was already someone. A precious younger brother, a family, a friend. The reason for Kyu’s life, why he hadn’t given up yet.

After that fateful fight, they split apart.

The younger doing his own work with his team, the older going on his own way, now alone. Abandoned.

But he only smiled as he left, as he was saying his goodbyes. Such a beautiful, yet fragile expression, his eyes losing their usual bright light.

Dokja would only regret this decision later on, how he didn’t stop his beloved brother even though he noticed his dimmed eyes and the smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Because the next time their paths would meet would be the last -for a long time-. The older one of course, kept an eye on his beloved brother, even after all this. He protected him from afar, sometimes even getting caught in the act by a team member, never mentioning it to Dokja, knowing what happened between the two. Kyu was on good terms with the others after all, being the big brother of the group. They all loved him, grew attached to him too soon, too deep.

The older brother even met Joonghyuk a few times, maybe even too much to be considered a coincidence. Especially since the man saw something in him ever since their first meeting and desperately wanted to recruit him into his own team. He considered it, but knowing he wouldn’t be able to protect his little brother if he were to join, he declined politely every time.

But he couldn’t run from that fateful day that way. Maybe if he was in the sun fish's team, but not like this.

When he saw Dokja in a hopeless situation, his body acted on its own. Even if anybody was near him, they couldn’t stop him. With his powers activated, he made his way to his younger brother like rushing water released from its dam, only to take a deadly blow in his place.

Organs destroyed, blood flowing, his eyes met identical abyssal ones.

His lips drew on a gentle smile, his slowly numbing, rigid fingers twitched, then made their way to a shocked face, caressing the pale skin underneath wide eyes.

The world around them blurred together, the loud noises stopped reaching his ears. Sometime, while he was lost in those obsidian orbs, the weight in his chest lightened, making way for the crimson painted waterworks to escape.

“Dokja, you haven’t changed a bit in my eyes. You’re still my cute little brother who covered behind my legs at the sight of strangers-He groaned a bit, hacking up the liquid that prevented him from breathing properly. -Even as a grown up you remained just as dear to me. So please, believe me when I tell you that you are important- A desperate wheeze ripped from his lungs- You have people who care about you. They see you for who you are. You are enough, Dokja… Now I know what you are thinking, how you are. But don’t– He had to stop for a second to catch his breath, his eyes unfocusing every few seconds. -… Don’t ever sacrifice yourself for others, like some hero. That is not what this world or the others need… You might save their lives, their bodies, but you’ll only leave anguish behind... How ironic, me telling you this in such a situation.. Cough ”

“Wait no, Hyung s-stop talking! I can–” “Sshhhh, it’s okay. Big brother is here. They can’t hurt you anymore.” - he made sushing motions, his hands sloppily caressing Dokja’s hair, as if they were kids again.

His head fell onto the younger one’s -when did they get to the ground?-, their identical midnight locks intertwining seamlessly into one bundle of hair, soaking up the dripping droplets from the murky sky. His hands had no more power in them to support themselves anymore, so they uselessly fell onto the ground.

He could hear sounds still, but as if a wad of cotton was stuck in his ears, he couldn’t make any sense of it no matter how hard he tried. His face felt wet; was he or the heavens the cause of it? His eyes could not make anything out of the world anymore, so he found it easier to just close them.

He was tired anyway.

So tired.

He worked so hard all his life, he could get a little rest, no? Just this once.

He was so cold, but now, a gentle warmth spread all over his body.

The harrowing ache left his chest as well, along with the agonizing headache.

His wheezing slowly stopped as he found no energy to try and take air into his vermillion covered lungs, his airways filled with thick liquid.

His time has come, and with the last cognitive power of his mind, he understood it.

He smiled.

#this was written long ago so the style is very different #🐹 anon #potat writes back #orv #orv fanfic #orv fic #omniscient reader's viewpoint

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

One Rainy Night, Colette x D.oc Sc.ratch

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My half of a trade for @wisp-herr, thank you for trading with me Wisp! Heck thank you for making this into a trade! I would've been happy writing this for you either way :D

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It was a quiet day… night? Well it was quiet in the Felt Manor, far too quiet for Doc Scratch, he would usually enjoy his peace and solitude but today for whatever reason was an exception. "Well, this is boring, I do hope Miss Colette will visit me soon, our interactions are always so exciting." Doc Scratch nodded, closing his paper to think more about his love. "With most people I can easily guess their every thought, move, and plan two steps ahead… Yet with her, I can never quite tell for certain what she will do next, it truly makes our interactions one of a kind…" Doc smiled internally, placing his head on his hand as he leaned over in his armchair "Not to mention how breathtakingly divine she looks, a real work of art captured in human form." His face turned slightly pink as he thought more about her, her brash attitude and kindness to others (as opposed to him) were truly captivating.As he began to open up his paper again he heard a knock on the door, 'Hm, the familiar shave and a haircut, well this should at least be entertaining…' he thought standing up to get the door.

The knock repeated itself making him sigh somewhat annoyed, turning the knob "Yes, yes, Sir, I know you're he–" Yet much to surprise instead of the big living pool table it was the girl he had just been thinking about, "Ah, Miss Colette I wasn't expecting you, you have quite a similar to English…" Scratch then moved aside to let her in, she was soaked as it had been raining outside the Felt Manor. She shivered and sat on his chair, he somewhat grumbled before grabbing her a blanket, multicoloured with many different numbers on it. "Oh, uh, thanks for the blanket Doc." She smiled somewhat, snuggling further into as he went off to make some tea. "Of course my dear, now what are you doing here?" He asked, sitting on the nearby lounge chair, turning to …face(?) her while knitting his hands together.

"Can't I just visit a friend without a reason, why were you busy today?" Colette's tone was brash but it did seem like she was still somewhat concerned that she may have indeed interrupted him while he was busy. "Not at all, it was rather boring before you showed up. I'm glad to have you here now however." Doc chuckled, flustering the girl and making her tsk before turning away slightly embarrassed. "Yeah well, you don't need to be too excited… Still I'm glad to be here." Her smile, now more pronounced as she took another sip of her tea and made her way to sit next to him. As she sat down she picked up the paper to look at it with the good doctor, on the front page was a story about the felt fighting the midnight gang. But truth be told, Scratch couldn't care less about what was in the paper, as long as he had Colette with him that was enough, and nothing else could be more engaging.

#i hope you like this wisp! #it was fun to write a character like him... #hehe i have a specialty in writing fancy british men as a fancy british man lol-/hj #but sorry if this isn't too great (i'm recovering over a cold a bit) #f/o trade #for you <3 #(also this is the least i can do for subjecting you to ouppy bf lol/ref(?)) #wisp☁️ #others self ships

[ashes-writing]

more than a feeling pt IIIII | stranger things ; e.munson

A/N ; Holy shit... This is kind of a milestone for me, babes. This is the first time I have ever 'finished' a fic. This one was never meant to be very long at all and I may or may not already have a different xfem!reader fic in the planning stages for Eddie here. BUT.. BUT.. I left the ending to this kinda open -and happy, so if I wanted to, I could write snippets from the future for this reader and Eddie.

Anyway... all the parts to the story can be found I | II | III | IIII and this one. The others can be reached via clicking on the capital I's.

Pairing ; Eddie Munson x NewGirl!fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; As stated previously, all the parts to this can be found one - two - three - four , by clicking the number. Also, a reminder that this is totally AU. It's time is season 4 but nothing from season 4 happens / has happened yet. So like... this is the fall of 86. All that other stuff takes place around Spring but I'm gonna go ahead and say that if I do write spin offs to this then none of the stuff that happened on the show will be happening here.

Tag List: @musichealsscars is the only person on my stranger things taglist but I would also like to throw a tag out to @rampagewriting as well -feel free to ignore this if you want bb, no pressure. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

[ eta - @musichealsscars and @rampagewriting ]

Warnings ; It's sooooo fluffy I could dieeee. Seriously. It's cute. Lowkey, but cute.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

“Okay, what gives.” you question the two freshman boys the second you're sitting down at the table you always sit at.

Dustin and Mike shared a look when you asked them the question. “What do you mean?” Mike asks. Lucas glances from Mike to Dustin and rolls his eyes. “You two are being weird again. If you know somethin, just tell her.”

“Thank you, Sinclair!” you shoot the taller teen boy a smile and he gives you a thumbs up. You take an aggressive bite of the pizza on your tray and down the table, Gareth speaks up. “So uh… Did you ever decide? About you know what?” he gazes at you as he asks the question. You hurry and look around because Eddie walked outside to talk to somebody and you didn’t want him to hear anything.

“She can’t do it tonight.” you shrug when you say it.

“I still can’t believe you’re going to do this. I mean, you’re staying… Why not just do what you really want, hm?” Gareth’s question is asked with all of the blunt nature he possesses and literally zero tact or care. You blow at the way your hair is falling down into your face. “Dude… Look at her, okay? Then look at me. Tell me who you’d pick.”

Jeff glances up from the Heavy Metal comic he’s oogling tucked away into his notebook and he gazes in the direction of Chrissy’s table for a few seconds. Then he shrugs. “She doesn’t really like him. Not like that. You do. And don’t you dare sit there and try to say you don’t.”

“Yeah, well.. I can’t compete with all a’ that.” you gesture wildly towards your friend’s table and Chrissy happens to spot you and she gives you a split second grin. You give her a thumbs up and hold your hands to your throat as you nod in the direction of Jason, her on again and off again boyfriend.

And a guy who you’re convinced will be the next Jim Jones.

Jason spots you and Chrissy looking at each other and he glares from the head of the table. When he’s turned his attention away again, Chrissy uses her middle finger to ‘scratch’ her nose and you laugh to yourself quietly.

And then, Eddie is there. Sitting in the seat right beside you as he scoffs at the way you are eating the square pizza all rolled up while shaking his head. You stop chewing and bat your eyes at him. “Problem?” you ask through a mouth full.

Eddie leans in a little and you nearly choke on the bite you’ve taken. As the rough pad of his thumb drags over the corner of your mouth, it’s all you can do to clench your thighs beneath the table and try like hell not to look every bit as affected as you really are.

“You uh.. Pizza sauce on your mouth.” he mutters quietly. But his gaze is lingering and it’s something you’re not really used to. You manage a nod and swallow down the bite you’ve taken. Then you chase it with chocolate milk.

You find yourself wondering if he’s looked at you like this before but you can’t come up with a solid answer either way and so, the pessimism ingrained in you says that the answer has to be no.

And then one of you or the other moves just a little closer. So that your sides are touching. You suck in a breath before you can stop yourself and you’re willing the cafeteria floor to open up and suck you down before you do anything else stupid.

Before things get so awkward you can’t even be around him anymore.

Oh but it’s a little too late for that already, because lately, you’d have to be an idiot not to pick up on a certain level of awkward in the heavy tension between you and Eddie. You’re kind of surprised he hasn’t because he’s a really observant guy for the most part. And you keep waiting on him to mention it, but so far, he hasn’t.

The bell to end lunch rings and you grab your plate and practically bolt out of the room like the hounds of hell are after you and this is how you collide into Chrissy.

And she’s all smiles. She asks you a question that seems innocent enough at first.

“What are you doing for Halloween, hm? I’m sorry again that I have to bail. My mom…” and you nod, you give her an understanding smile. Her mom’s not really good at faking her disdain for you. Or anybody who isn’t on Chrissy’s team that she might happen to speak to.

“It’s okay. Really. Another time.” you smile at her even as your stomach twists in knots because after all, you’re still not entirely sure that given you’re not leaving town anytime soon, you’re not entirely thrilled with the fact that you’re going to set her up with Eddie.

The boy you’re in love with.

Because that makes all the sense in the world, right? You’re in love with your best friend and he’s in love with your friend. The prettier one. So you’re determined not to sit back and pine away like all the girls in all the stupid movies you watch secretly. You’re going to do the smart thing, you’re going to bow out with a little class and a shred of dignity.

Because it’s probably better that way anyway, you’re not good at any kind of relationship, whether it be friendly or otherwise. Mostly because you’ve never really given yourself a chance to open up.

Chrissy looks relieved. And then, when you tell her you told those two freshman kids that Eddie knows that you’d come to something they’re doing in the woods tonight but you tell her you’re not really sure if you’ll actually go, Chrissy pretty much demands you to do it.

Which, okay, weird… But she points out that if you’re sticking around, you need to at least try to make more friends.

By the end of the day, you’ve decided what the hell.. Might as well go.

– hours later , in the woods.

“Okay, where the hell is she?”

“You said you got her to agree to meet us all up here.” Mike glared at Dustin who glared right back. “I said she said she might.”

“Might isn’t will.”

“It also isn’t won’t. She’ll be here, okay? Look, Chrissy stopped me before I got to the bike racks after school and told me that she got her to at least think about coming.”

“Again.. Think about isn’t doing.”

“Will both of you just shut up, damn it? I think I hear something.” Lucas hisses, glaring at both of his friends calmly.

They catch sight of a weak beam of light just as you step out into the clearing where Eddie is sitting on top of the picnic table.

“And here we go.”

“Let’s hope this works.”

“It’ll work, okay? It has to.”

The three boys go quiet and find a cluster of trees further away to watch from because hidden there, they can see better. And so, they get to see the exact moment Eddie Munson happens to look up and catch sight of you.

You’re wearing your favorite boots, a gauzy bell sleeved dress and the stupid flower crown again. You’re also wearing the pink glow in the dark fangs and you’ve got fake blood smeared at the corners of your mouth. After you took your sisters trick or treating earlier, you decided not to change, to just get this over with.

“Midget?” Eddie nearly swallows his tongue as his eyes drag over you slowly. And then again. Slower.

You shuffle your feet and as your eyes dart around, two things start to become clear. One, there is nobody here but you and Eddie and two, somehow, you know exactly what’s going on. Now your odd conversation with Chrissy in the hallway after lunch makes perfect sense.

She got those two freshman kids to help her pull this off. It’s not a surprise, Chrissy is one of those girls that boys just don’t say no to.

“Goddamn it, Henderson and Wheeler.” you mumble, giving  a rueful laugh. “I uh.. I guess there’s not some Halloween thing happening with Hellfire tonight, hm?”

Eddie’s blank look has you kicking at dry leaves as you swear under your breath a little.

“Sorry.” you mutter.

“For what?” Eddie reaches out, a hand settling on your hip and the other one gingerly gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eyes.

“Because I know what the idiots are up to right now and I know why. Pretty sure they dragged you away from something you’d rather be doing, so I uh… I should go. Yeahhh.” you turn and you’re about to walk away but your lack of context is not satisfying for Eddie at all, so he catches up to you and grabs you from behind to turn you around. “Uh uh.. You’re going to explain what’s going on, okay? C’mon.” he nods to the picnic table.

You bite your lip and swallow hard. And for some reason, you’re laughing.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Oh, but I do, actually.” Eddie deadpans. You wander over to the table he’s sitting on top of and you pull yourself up to sit next to him. For at least two or three minutes neither of you really say anything, but then Eddie clears his throat as he looks at you.

Waiting.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “It’s so dumb, okay?”

“You’re my friend. Just tell me what’s going on.” Eddie gazes at you.

You don’t think any of it will come out when you open your mouth but then it just pours out. You’re telling him that you planned to set him up with Chrissy because you know he likes her and you wanted him to be happy because you like him, only you didn’t exactly say like.

No, no.. Of course you didn’t.

You manage to blurt out the single most terrifying L word you’ve ever known.

Love. You tell Eddie Munson you’re in love with him and you give him that whole stupid schtick about loving something and setting it free as you shrug and go quiet.

 You’re staring at your shoes, the bench beneath your feet, anything but him because you absolutely refuse. You can’t, you absolutely cannot.

“Wait..” Eddie finally speaks up, a stunned quiet voice. “You were going to set me up with her.. Because you’re in love with me…How… That doesn’t make any sense.”

You shrug. “I never said it did.” you mumble quietly. You’re still waiting for laughter, for him to politely reject you or something but so far, all he’s done is ask why and tell you that what you were planning to do doesn’t make any sense at all.

Which, duh, you realize this.

“You love me.” he repeats, a quieter tone. Dazed. His eyes lock on you and he reaches out, making you look at him by the way he grabs your jaw again. Gently.

He’s always been so… careful… with you. Now that you’re really thinking about it. 

“I..Yeah.. but it’s okay,” you’re fidgeting, stammering over your words and rambling all at once, “You don’t have to…” you cough and swear under your breath because feelings make you highly uncomfortable ™ and you’re only realizing this now because now is the only time you’ve ever really allowed yourself to deal with them.

You’re really not expecting what happens next, not at all. Eddie steps closer -or maybe it was you, you’re not entirely sure, but you know he’s towering over you with a hand hesitantly placed against your hip. You can feel the cool metal of the rings on his fingers through the gauzy material of the dress you’d thrown on to dress up as what you’ve been calling a ‘hippie vamp’ all night long. 

You suck in a sharp breath at the gentle contact, -because you’re not used to it and you weren’t expecting it, and you can feel the flower crown slipping down over your forehead just a little more with every second that lingers and stretches. Your heart is racing. It feels like there is a swarm of bees buzzing around in your stomach and you’re nervous. Nervous but excited. Alive.

Luckily,  you’re too stunned to do anything really awkward like getting too eager to kiss the taller boy towering over you so that you awkwardly raise to the tips of your toes to grab hold of his shirt and haul him down to your level. You want to, but sheer self-preservation wins out.

Eddie’s hands -both of them, settle on your hips and you’re pulled up off the ground slightly. You manage to knock noses at first and there’s when it starts to kick in for you that he’s about to possibly kiss you. And cue completely mis-timed and awkward fit of giggles.

You honestly wish you’d get sucked down below the ground but you’re not. And after he laughs quietly and you lightly smack faces, his mouth meets yours, the contrast between rough lips and the taste of cigarettes and soda on his breath have your heart thump,thump thumping lazily against your chest. Your mouth falls open willingly and you just barely manage to admit that you haven’t ever, uhm.. Kissed a boy before. Like ever. Eddie remembers the incident you told him about, when a boy tried to kiss you in middle school but you panicked and swung at him instead, effectively punching him in the throat. And just to be a bit of an ass, he mutters in a voice smooth as silk against your mouth, “Not gonna punch me in the throat…Right?”

“No.” you stammer and the word seems to linger, only to be swallowed seconds later by the way his mouth crashes against yours, hungry and greedy. You’ve melted against him completely, he’s literally holding you up at this point. You know how he is about your hair but it looks so soft despite it’s frizz that you can’t resist trying to touch it and this is how you wind up with your fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his head, pulling his mouth against yours more deeply. Your legs wrap around his waist as he picks you up a little better. 

The kiss breaks when the flowers from your slipping crown manage to form a scratchy wedge between the two of you and Eddie grumbles, reaching up to pluck it off the top of your head. The fake fangs stab his lips and yours until you have to slip your finger into your mouth and pull them off your teeth. Eddie laughs as he goes in for another kiss.

And in the cluster of trees, three freshmen as well as Gareth and Jeff, all exchange high fives. “I’ll tell Chrissy it worked in homeroom tomorrow.” Jeff chuckles to himself quietly. Lucas snickers and nods to the way Eddie’s got you wrapped around his body as he stands to full height. “C’mon, Henderson. C’mon, Wheeler. We should get goin.”

“Definitely.”

“Agreed. It’s weird, staying here to watch. It’s almost as bad as the time I walked in on Johnathan and my sister.” Mike grimaces at the memory.

And you and Eddie are so caught up in the whole thing that neither of you notice the five culprits responsible for the events of the night as they slip out of the trees and go their separate ways as they leave the heavily wooded area.

The kiss finally breaks for a second?, third? Time and you’re giggling like an idiot and you can’t stop. Eddie snickers and slips an arm around your shoulder. “C’mon…” he yawns. “If we hurry, I think Wayne’s still got leftover lasagna. I heard your stomach growling earlier.”

You lean against his side and nod, reaching up to lightly touch your thumb to his bottom lip. You’re definitely still dazed because tonight is not something you anticipated either before or after you were dumped in Hawkins to live with a grandmother you never really knew…

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader imagine

[nateriverswife]

I would like to see your poems or messy writing, now.

I don't actually know what you mean by messy writing and I do not write poems, so I'll put what I can find in my whatsapp chat since there's a lot of stuff lmao (tell me if you want me to go thru my google docs from years ago)

RANDOM DIALOGUES

A: Are you okay?

B: Yes, I'm just... I don't know.

A: It's pretty normal to feel sad after a breakup.

B: But it's not even that. I'm not crying or something. I'm just... Tired... It's like the fact... It's like everyone... Chooses me, but like, then regrets it, and I don't know why. I always try to…

A: I chose you.

B: What…?

A: I chose you and I don't regret it. I could be with them right now, but I’d rather stay here with you.

B: I know you are telling me this to feel better, but...

A: It's the truth. After all we've been through, I would be kind of an asshole to leave you alone.

B: After the letter I wrote you?

A: Even after that. I wasn't even thinking about it, but I still have it. I can...

B: Do not try.

A: Okay, okay, you're kinda scary even for a child.

B: I'm not a child. Next year I'll be 17.

A: Yeah, I know. You've grown so quickly, and—

B: You got old pretty quickly too.

A: Oh, shut up! You ruin all my speeches.

B: Do you want me to do it again? I can cry if you want.

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A: What do you want, B?

B: I need to know what is happening with C.

A: What are you talking about?

B: He has that look.

A: That look?

B: It's, like, that look, like he's scared but tries to hide it.

A: That's nonsense.

B: Nonsense? Are you kidding me? I've had that look for months. I know something is wrong, and I need to know.

A: Why do you talk to him, then?

B: He won't talk to him.

A: I respect his decision.

B: Well, good for you. Now, tell me.

A: It was for you. You have to say it.

-

A: C, say something!

C: I don’t take sides.

A: *looks at B* How is it so easy for him, like he can just say that…?

-

A: I needed you to think that someone was after you so you wouldn't battle them.

B: You are mad. I hate you.

A: Hm, unfortunate, but also a privilege... For you. I usually don't get along with people that hate me, ‘cause usually... They are dead. 

B: …

B: *looks at the others* Do you guys hear what he’s saying or I'm just going insane?

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A: Don't.

B: Why not?

A: I swear to God, if you call him over here, I'm gonna bite off your tongue.

B: C! Hey!

A: What did I tell you?!

B: That you will basically make out with me if I call your prince.

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A: Look at those boys! They are looking at you.

B: They are not looking at me.

A: Oh, wow, didn't think I'd be attracting boys. That's cool.

B: They are looking at C.

A: What the hell?! Stuck your fingers in each others’ eyes, you perverts!

-

A: You failed your test.

B: Because you failed to teach me.

A: No...? Because you didn't show up to any of my lessons.

-

A: I don't trust him.

B: Because your father told you.

A: Because he showed up in my life and destroyed it.

B: Was your life really any better before?

-

A: When are you going to tell her, B?

B: When it’s the right time.

A: On her deathbed or… Yours?

-

A: You've been spending a lot of time with him lately.

B: To argue, yes. It's kinda part of my routine now.

A: And why do you argue?

B: I think you know why.

A: ...

B: ...

A: Oh, yeah, I think I do now.

-

A: What did she tell you?

B: Not to talk to her unless she talks to me first.

A: And?

B: That she would've preferred for me to commit a bigger crime this time and get the capital punishment... I guess, she wasn't very pleased to see me.

-

A: Do you hate because you think I'm insufferable or—

B: Yes.

A: I didn't finish.

B: I didn't tell you to stop.

-

A: Why are you so... Attached to me?!

B: Because you are the only positive thing of my past I have left before I became a bad person.

-

A: Do you think I did the right thing?

B: You cannot classify it like that. It would be right either way, because, on one side, you would save people and, on the other, you would be with your family... But I think you did a good thing.

-

A: I am not threatening you. I'm just saying what my intentions are in case you don't comply with what I want you to do.

B: That is threatening.

A: No, threats are empty. My intentions are very much real.

[Okay, the next one is the first draft of a dialogue I added then to Mazzaroth. I actually screamed WHAT IS THIS OMG LMAOO the difference between this and the final draft]

A: It accentuates your eyes.

B: My eyes?

A: Yeah, your eyes are big.

B: Oh, my dad's genes.

A: Your dad's genes?

B: My dad is chinese.

A: I thought your dad is dead.

[Another first draft of a dialogue I didn't put in Mazzaroth this time but it's funny to me. Especially Watari randomly saying that.]

Ethe: Can you not listen to L when he talks about me?

Watari: You know I cannot do that. I need to hear out everyone that comes to me.

Ethe: But he lies about me.

Watari: Don't you think he wouldn't have a reason to come to me if you two went along?

Ethe: ...

Watari: There is the bonfire today.

-

A: I need a hand.

B: Don't you have two?

RANDOM SENTENCES

"I don't want to lose you... Again. I just found you. You can't just walk away now."

"B, you knew C, right? How she was, her behaviour... Right? Good, because I'm ten times worse. So, either you are behind me or below me, meaning that I'll burn you alive in the melting station we have underground, okay?"

"You were a smart kid, B. What happened to you?"

"You don't need someone. You don't need me. You need a reason to believe that what you did was right."

"That's a sad story. You are going to prison nonetheless."

"I couldn't help but wonder if not being the first choice had been actually a blessing all along, because I distinctly remembered the murderer's gaze being laid upon me before them."

"Always writing? Why don't you give a hand... Are they trying to set each other on fire?"

#i also have an oc x death note fic of when i was 14/15 that i think was the funniest shit ever in some parts #the plot was all over the place #and the male MC had to deal with teen Mello and Near #like absurd #and he was quite stupid #but so funny - tell me if you want that too #thanks for the ask! and i hope you enjoyed them lmao #dn.inbox

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

For the author ask game: 4, 9, 14, 27, 37 (sorry this is a lot)

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Hm... this is a tough one, but I think "breathed"; but like in the context of saying something very softly, almost like you're saying it as you breathe out. Big fan of it, mainly because there's something intimate in saying something like that, and also there's so much meaning packed into it: it could be you're asking somebody to stay, you're revealing your darkest secret, you're telling someone your credit card details: truest forms of trust and intimacy. Yeah, as you can see, I'm perfectly normal about this.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

Yes

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

I do lend books to people, but they're not scared to borrow from me. But every time I lend a book to someone, I am hit with intense anxiety about how they'll act with my book. Will they mark it with pen/pencil/highlighter? Will they dog-ear the pages? Will they ruin the binding? Will they drop soda on it, (fuck you, fifth grade classmate, I'm still not over it). At any given point, I know exactly where each book of mine is, and I've always gotten my books back, because I annoy people into giving my books back (it's ethical if the book is yours!)

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

In all honesty? For my fanfics, it's Rudy. He has a kind of jovial, flirtatious personality that I can't exactly connect with, which is why every time I open my fic docs, I worry whether I'll mess up Snake Boi's characterization. However. Roshani blessed us with the softer, more awkward side of him in NoI's epilogue, and the gremlin rat operating my brain rubbed its hands, and went, "Oh, we can work with this. We can characterize with this. Excellent." Which makes writing him easier. It's pretty easy to write my OCs, as they're all either extensions of myself, or based on people I know. Writing established characters (esp. a character like Rudy) is tough, BUT, it makes writing him more fun!

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

"It seems as if the author of this fable was fond of making the characters living in her head go through several types of torture and pain: physical, mental, and lastly, psychological."

-The person who digs up my laptop and sees the stuff on it.

"This one was NOT okay"

-The OTHER person who digs up my journals where I write book plots.

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PLEASE ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS FROM THIS ASK GAME I LOVE ANSWERING YOUR QUESTIONS!!! (Also its not a lot lmao I love answering lots of questions)

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[brick-a-doodle-do]

7, 24, and 38 for the ask game!

7 : what is your deepest joy about writing?

i guess like just the fact that i can build entire worlds. worlds with new languages, physics, entities, everything. i can completely go off of the rails with worlds and THEN make up a cool-ass main-character lifestyle for a person in that world! i can make people with personalities. i entertain the multiverse theory and i just love thinking about my worlds being real. it's cool!! also like with my own worlds and stuff i don't tell anyone the specifics of these places outside of tumblr/discord and sometimes my worlds are mine. i can see a fucking rollercoaster and imagine it in tiny workers! i can see a bag of wilbur chocolate and smile to myself knowing that almost 100 people have read what i had to say about this bag of chocolate. it's cool as hell!!! also the same thing will apply to songs, i can listen to a song after having made a new wip and go "holy shit, this reminds me of ___!"

ALSO another joy is adding personal easter eggs. (usually; if i can remember) every 1970'th word of my fic, i'll add a word referring to ff1970 because i am soo attached to fics i hate. also my phone password is 8866273 (oops) because spell that out with letters and it's tumoasd (another fic i hate but am attached to dearly)! i am soo attached to lil easter eggs that i and only a few other people can get.

OHHH and another one! this is kinda just for fanfic (as if i write anything else) but i love connecting things to the thing i'm writing for. my absolute FAVORITE one is SO SO SO cool like i will never let myself forget how cool it is is soot house. i won't go into detail about the fic cause yeah but lvjy's song one day fits SO WELL with it. "one day i know that you will be there, one day i'll focus on the future" is one that fits with sh!wilbur, but that's not the cool one at ALL

soot house is a hill house/bly manor au and a certain lil event happens on november 16th 1852 (year was COMPLETELY random) AND AND that happens to be on a TUESDAY. in one day, there's the line "'cause all i want to do is turn back time, at least a couple tuesdays, to before i found one life turn two" WHICH WAS COMPLETELY RANDOM I DID NOT SET THAT UP IN THE SLIGHTEST, IT JUST KINDA FELL INTO PLACE! and it's so cool bc in the fic wil is immortal and the line (while i know that's def not their intended purpose of that line) "before i found one life turn two" KINDAA FITS THAT bc that was the day he went immortal" and to think wil sung that song and he's the main character of soot house and idk it's soo cool how that fell into place bc 1852 was COMPLETELY random. ANYWAYS sorry to ramble like that QASJDGFSD

24 : how much prep work do you put into your stories? what does that look like for you? do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

hhh well that depends on the story! i mean look at tiny workers with DAYS of worldbuilding, then soot house which i've never touched an outline for but still have 10k for. it's all really random. but usually planning will all be mental. if it's a larger fic i'll make a pinterest board for it and OCCASIONALLY a playlist. but usually it's just a mental outline, bc if i ever try to write anything down i put it down and try again soo many times with a different approach,,, it's a very messy process sometimes. i do like worldbuilding, it's really fun! but i think unless someone is making me do something specific with specific questions they want me to answer i just can't do anything asdjfh

38 : what is something about your writing process YOU think is really weird? if you are comfortable, please share. if you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

hm. i really don't know, i'd have to think about it! i'd say i'm still a pretty noob writer so i don't have a cool unique writing process. butttt if i had to say, maybe the fact that it's so open? that's not necessarily weird in any way but sometimes i just feel like opening a doc on my phone and writing lil words on the way home or when no one is looking. other days i will get all cozied up and make my environment all aesthetic and shit lol (but when i do that i usually cave and just watch netflix or youtube lol)

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[ahrva]

Hello there :3 sooo for the 40 question writing meme - how about 1, 7, 8, 9, 15, 31? ^^

Uh, fuck. This looks like a long one folks lol

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you fic.

If I'm reading a fic, my go it tends to be hurt/comfort. But if I'm writing, it can really vary with my mood and the vibes that are going though my brain. Though I've found the words tend to come out a bit easier if I'm not focused on making them for any one thing.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

This actually isn't from a fic, it's from a short original story I wrote for school once that I'm still really proud of.

It didn't take long for then to find out that it wasn't all that big compared to most of the rivers that had been sent up over the decades. It was only about a quarter a size of their cruiser, being right around the same size as an early 21st century golf cart. Half an hour later, they were able to get it out.

Stepping back, they all took a long look at the price of history that they had just uncovered.

The 'face' they had seen sticking out of the ground before was made up of what looked to be old fashioned cameras attached to other sensors. There were also long since broken solar panels covered in dirt and dust on its back. Many of the wires that connected the different parts were either exposed in some way, or snapped all together.

The most surprising this about it though, was the fact that it was still mostly intact. Sure the solar panels had been cracked and even broken off entirely in one place, and the wheels where bent and out of place, but it was still mostly in one piece.

In case you aren't able to tell, this is from a short story that's supposed to take place a hundred or so years into the future. Humans have made a base on Mars to try and do more research, and while they are there, they manage to find Opportunity.

The story itself is only around 1300 words, and looking back on it, it could use some major editing in parts. Over all, I feel like this part holds up very well.

A good chunk of the reason why this one would have to be my favorite, would be due to the subject matter in it. I've always been a bit of a space nerd, and at the time I got the assignment that I wrote this for, we had also been going over the different Mars rovers in another class, so it was right there in my mind. This is just one shot little story that, I really hope does come to be one day, that sometime in the future, we'll find Oppy again.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

This one is just a random little snippet that currently lives in a random bit doc I have, since I don't really have anything else to go with it atm

"If you had the chance, would you do it differently?"

"Hm?" Legend looked over at Link.

"If you woke up again on the night it all started," Link clarified what he was asking his other self, "with all the memories of what you've gone through, would you have done it differently than you did before?"

Legend looked up at the sky and thought for a moment.

"Honestly? I don't think I would. Knowing what would await the poor sap that fell into the role of the hero, I would be able to stay in bed and let someone else go though all that . Even if it meant Uncle would still be around for me."

This one, I'm not to sure where I had been going when I wrote it down, but this bit of dialogue just lives rent free in my head most the time.

The context of it is supposed to be that, Legend from Linked Universe is meeting a version of himself, that never had to go on any of the adventures Legend went on. No turning into a Pink Bunny, no traveling to other countries, no Koholint, no Ravio, no any of that. And just, Legend seeing how different he his because of it. I'm thinking that he's not too different than he would have been, but there are some noticable differences.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Might be easier to ask which hasn't been the hardest to write /lh

Out of all of them, I'd have to say Clipped Wings has been one of the hardest. I have most all of it planned out and everything, I just can ever get myself to work on it and get it done. Same with Dealings with the Fae

With some of my other ones, it's more just because I'm not to sure where exactly I'm going next with them. Or I know where I want to go with them, but there's still that nasty middle part that I happen to be on.

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

What it Means to Start Over No question about it. It's still just a wip, but it's one I absolutely love where I'm going to be going with (once I actually get to write the good parts).

Out of my finished works though, I'd have to say Phantoms in the Night takes that price. The main premise of that one is based off of a part of Phantom Hourglass that for years I thought was really in the game, only to find out that it wasn't. Even if it was only just to have that one little bit that I can still see so clearly in my head play out in front of me.

31. Do you take liberties with Canon or are you very strict about your fic being Canon compliant?

That can really depend with what I'm doing. I tend to like sticking to Canon, it gives me a good base for working with stuff. Other times, I will throw Canon out of the window because I don't like it and I have stuff that will work better.

Anyhow, thank you for the ask! And sorry for the long post of you made it this far lol.

#ask

[informaticn]

thinking about how the black widow ops would have been,   essentially,   forced to give nat   &   yelena every opportunity   &   skill they would need to be able to resist   &   overcome the program in their efforts to create perfect spies

#moreso in the way that it draw back to individuality & being unique in the context of their stories #a spy is very difficult to stop once she has found what makes her unique #they would have had to find themselves what made the women unique #& tap into it in order to cultivate it #thus making their agents more powerful than they could ever really have any hope of controlling #which is also likely why tapping into their patriotism & using manipulation tactics were so prevalent #nothing better to keep them on the right side than by using their own emotions & ambitions against them #rather than making vain attempts at force to keep compliance #hm. i'm still writing that doc can you tell #ooc / shit posting from marble's basement. #delete.

[redorich]

I absolutely adore the hermit canyon au both because you have such a fun writing style and because it just makes it so blatantly clear how much of a different level the hermits are on compared to the dsmp folks. Power mad admin who's effectively a god on the server? Just vore him, it's fine! Spooky egg that brings madness and suffering to everyone who interacts with it? Grian can handle it, give him 30 seconds. It's such a good portrayal of their differences and I'm absolutely delighted by it

thank you!! i try very hard to cultivate a writing style that's fun, rather than a slog. and yes, the difference in power level is absolutely one of my favorite tropes, so i'm glad so many people enjoyed it! speaking of the hermits' casual wielding of insane levels of power.....

"So, how are you going to fix the Era Three life system anyway?" Cleo asks. She and Xisuma are casually walking down the main hall of the canyon.

Xisuma never goes anywhere alone anymore. Even though a survivable amount of magic has been returned to the Dream SMP server and Xisuma is no longer infirm, all those months of staying by his side have left a lasting impression.

"Hm, it basically comes down to a charisma check-- have you ever played Dungeons and Dragons, Cleo?"

"Not really," Cleo admits, "but Joe does and he's talked about it before. Charisma check?"

Xisuma stops walking, opening the door to the small meeting room in the heart of the canyon and holding the door open for Cleo. As she passes through, he explains.

"We have a source of magic, and we have a plan to implement it. The only obstacle is convincing Mojang that they should; hence, charisma check."

"Hey, Xisuma," Joe greets as the admin follows behind Cleo.

"Hello, Joe," Xisuma returns, surveying the room. The chair at the far end of the table has been left open for the admin, and unlike the meeting with the Dream SMP representatives, the Hermits don't give a fuck about who sits where and what that says about their status.

Doc is sitting in the place two seats from Xisuma's spot, leaning back in his chair so that only two of its legs are on the ground and his croc-clad creeper toes are kicked up on the edge of the table. A few spaces down is Joe, minding his business and reading a book (upside down-- it's more of a challenge that way) and across from Joe is Etho, sitting patiently.

With a shrug, Cleo snags the nearest chair and turns it around so she can sit in it backwards and still face the table. No one planned on her being here, and she has no idea what's going on, but no one has really told her to leave, so that's pretty much implicit permission.

After making his way to his seat, Xisuma addresses the table. "Are we all ready? Etho, do you think you can convince whoever shows up?"

Etho hums in thought for a moment. "Yeah, I can do that. Still need to actually get one of the gods here, though."

"I'm on it," Doc says, already on his communicator.

Cleo squints at Doc. "You have the gods on speed dial?"

Doc shrugs. "We text sometimes."

"About what?!" Cleo says.

"Basketball."

Cleo squints at Doc. "Don't you, like, hold a grudge or something against Dinnerbone? I mean, he did literally rip off your arm."

"Got a cool robot arm out of it, though," Doc says placidly. "It's got a screwdriver in it."

"Like a Swiss army knife?" Joe chimes in, putting down his book.

"Yeah," Doc says proudly, "bottle opener too-- for beer."

"As fascinating as Doc's Sonic Screwdriver arm is, we do have something to be doing," Xisuma reminds the group wryly.

"Oh yeah," Doc says. "Agnes is coming."

Cleo drums her fingers on the table. "When will she be here-- oh!"

A radiant figure emitting soft yellow light appears on top of the table; although the figure is bright, it doesn't hurt to look at. The glow dims and the light coalesces into a small woman with pale yellow hair. The woman-- presumably Agnes of the Mojang pantheon-- opts to sit side-saddle on the table instead of in a chair.

"Hello! It's nice to see you again, Doc," she says, "oh, and Etho as well-- and Herobrine?"

"I go by Joe now," the man says simply.

Agnes smiles. "My bad, Joe. Now, what did you need me for, Doc?"

"Er, it's actually about the three-life system," Xisuma cuts in.

"Yes? What about it?" Agnes tilts her head.

"It was... a good system, doing what you could with the lack of magic," Xisuma says diplomatically, "but we think we've found a way to fix things. Joe?"

Joe takes over, setting his book down on the table after carefully bookmarking his place. "So the issue is the lack of magic, right? You couldn't support updates and player respawns after Notch took what he did."

"This is correct," Agnes says with a service industry smile, likely not appreciating the reminder of her pantheon's failure.

"So, use the In Between," Joe says. "It's got so much extra magic that it keeps sending people back in time; I was stumped on a way to fix it, but if you can give the magic to the players it's a win-win."

Eyebrows raising to her hairline, Agnes's face falls into a considering moue. "I'd much rather use it to push the next update," she says. "The Caves and Cliffs update is one of the biggest yet."

Cleo's unbeating heart sinks in her chest. Is this it? Is their only way to help these people going to be appropriated by well-meaning yet selfish gods?

"People are dying!" Cleo shouts. "Isn't that more important than your stupid update?!"

Agnes turns to look at her for the first time, and Cleo refuses to be afraid.

"I know it must sound callous of me, but... well, people die," Agnes says gently. "They always do. Even Era One players aren't immune. The better thing to do would be to improve their quality of life while they can still live it."

Shoulders rising in anger as she suppresses the urge to bite and kill and devour, Cleo takes a breath to rage when Etho of all people cuts in.

"Remember that IOU you gave me?" he says. There's a twinkle in his eye that only intensifies when Agnes groans.

"Don't tell me," she says. "You're seriously going to use that now? On this? I gave it to you centuries ago, I thought you'd forgotten!"

"Nope," Etho crows, "just saving it for a special occasion."

Agnes sighs, bringing a hand to her temple. "And what am I supposed to do about the Caves and Cliffs update?" she says tiredly.

"Cut it in half?" Etho shrugs.

"...Fine." Agnes disappears, dimming the room from the lack of her godly presence. Within a few seconds (relatively speaking, as time is more of a suggestion than a rule when you're powerful enough), a wave of magic washes over the group. It explodes outward from the table like ripples from a cannon ball, washing over the entire server. The change is palpable.

"Etho, I could kiss you right now," Cleo says, relieved beyond measure.

"Please don't," he says with a smile. "After all, I don't know where your mouth's been."

Cleo raises an unimpressed eyebrow, pretending to mull the situation over.

"Yeah, you make a good point," she says, and the group bursts into laughter.

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit canyon au #zombiecleo #xisuma #joe hills #docm77 #ethoslab #me.cpp

[loosesodamarble]

a slap of inspiration, you say...maybe write one of your ocs somehow being transported to another world? perhaps as a crossover into another fandom you write for? (something like helia waking up to find herself on azula's ship in book 2, or something as such — although i doubt azula would appreciate stowaways 😅) that could be fun~

Heya Sera! I'm so very sorry about the long wait. I do appreciate your inspiration was very nice. But perhaps it might have been too powerful because I kept on thinking of various crossovers and character interactions to do. And even when I decided what I'd do, I had to actually type it out instead of it just manifesting in the word doc as soon as I think it. Then, with the semester starting a bit ago, I kind of set the project aside. So sorry!

But! Now it's hear! The result of your inspiration!

Crossover: Demon Slayer and Black Clover

Summary: Shizuka finds herself with the Black Bulls after stumbling through a magical portal. An assortment of interactions where she's reminded of home.

Genre: general

Word count: ~2000

..........

Shizuka and the Black Bulls

Shizuka woke up to a completely foreign roof. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes while sitting up. Looking around, she found herself in an open living space. Western furniture like armchairs and high tables were set up around the room. Shizuka herself was lying on a couch.

What is this place? Shizuka shut her eyes tight and focused on the scents that were in the building.

Humans, a good number of them. Some scents were stronger than others, meaning that the owners of the fainter ones were not in the building at the moment. There was something off about the human smells, though. It was something she didn’t recognize. And besides humans, there was the scent of something bitter and unnatural. The odor reminded Shizuka of demons and vampires but without the weight of death to it.

How did I get here? Shizuka set her feet on the floor and stood. I remember… She rubbed her temple. Chasing down a vampire through a glowing wall and then…

Everything became a blur after that. Then darkness. And now she woke up in an unknown location. No knowledge. No allies. No—

Shizuka finally noticed the lack of weight on her belt. She whipped her head around, checking for her nichirin blades within the vicinity of the couch. Their scent was still within the building but they weren’t in the room.

They confiscated my weapons so I’m defensel— Someone’s approaching! Shizuka faced the archway that the mystery person was approaching from. She readied a stance. Even without a weapon, she wasn’t going to let herself be taken out easily. I’ll have to figure out whatever that mystery scent is later.

About a minute later, a man appeared. He was tall, extremely muscular—He looks to be on par with Uzui-sama, Shizuka thought as her dread grew—and dark-haired. On the left side of his belt was a sword sheath. He carried both of Shizuka’s blades in a single hand. He may not have been Tengen, but the man was still a great deal larger and stronger than Shizuka.

Perhaps if I move fast enough, I can swipe them from his grip. Shizuka prepared to take a step forward when the man spoke.

“Relax, kid, I’m not gonna fight ya’.”

“[Huh? What did you say?]” Shizuka could tell that the sounds were similar to what she heard in the big city once before but she couldn’t make actual sense of them. “[Can my situation get any worse]?”

“Heh…” The man smiled before letting out an uproarious chortle. “[So I was right!]”

“[You… speak Japanese?]” asked Shizuka, still on edge with the stranger. Or at least it sounded close enough to Japanese. His consonants were a bit sharper and the rhythm he spoke with didn’t match any other she had heard.

“[Hm? Japanese?]” The man’s brow furrowed. “[Guess you’re not quite what I thought. Eh, whatever,]” the man said while placing his free hand behind his head. “[The name’s Yami Sukehiro. And who’re you, kid?]”

“[Shizuka Hisasue. I’m a member of the Demon Slayer Corps,]” Shizuka stated proudly while drawing herself up. Even if it doesn’t mean anything here, being a slayer is part of me.

“[No idea what that is but sounds interesting.]” Shizuka expected that kind of answer so she kept her reaction to merely rolling her eyes. Then, Yami lifted up Shizuka’s weapons. “[So you’re saying a tiny brat like you fights with these?]”

Shizuka bristled and stomped towards Yami. “[I’m not that tiny!]” She pointed a finger up at him once he was in arm’s reach of her. “[I have friends who are around the same height as me!]”

“[But you admit that you’re a brat?]” One of Yami’s brows quirked upward and his even smile gave a sense of amusement.

Shizuka felt heat rush up to her face and she scowled. “[Does that really matter?]” She reached her hand out. “[May I least have my weapons back?]”

“[No can do, brat.]” Yami reached into a pocket in his clothes and pulled out a tiny box that seemed to be made of paper. “[Gotta make sure you’re not gonna be some kind of threat if we do let you have ‘em.]” Yami opened the box and used his teeth to pull out a small stick. The paper box was put away and a metallic box replaced it. Then, Yami flicked the metal box open, a flame appearing under the lid, and touched the free end of the odd stick to the flame.

It only took Shizuka a moment to recognize the scent of tobacco. What kind of swordsman poisons his body that way? As she fought the urge to cover her nose, she asked, “[You can take my word that I have no intention of hurting you. I have no reason to.]”

Yami exhaled a puff of smoke, prompting Shizuka to take a step back. “[I’m gonna need more than that.]” His eyes narrowed the smallest bit as if he were examining her. “[So what exactly are you doing here?]”

Despite the caution, he’s acting strangely casual. He doesn’t seem to have his guard up either, Shizuka noted while crossing her arms. And I’m in no position to be needlessly hostile. She took a deep breath. “[Mister Yami, I don’t even know where ‘here’ is. This building, let alone the land,]” Shizuka answered bluntly as she shifted on her feet. “[As for my reason, I’m in the midst of hunting a vampire and those blades are the weapons I need to kill it.]” And I need to find it soon before it kills any more innocent people.

“[Alright then. Looks like you’re good.]”

Yami tossed Shizuka’s nichirin blades over and she caught them. While that pleased Shizuka, it also left her confused. It felt too easy.

“[Do you really believe me?]”

“[Yeah. You’ve got honest ki.]”

Shizuka paused and blinked. Oh gods, he’s just like Tanjirou and Zenitsu. How do they do it? Without realizing, she sneered.

“[Oi, what’s with that look brat?!]”

..........

“La, c’mon and join us for breakfast, Shizuka!” Charmy called out to Shizuka just as she was about to leave the base.

Shizuka looked to Yami. “[Can you tell her that I don’t need breakfast? I should do my morning training.]”

“[I suggest you take the offer of food, kid.]”

“[Well I don’t feel particularly hungry at the moment and I need some fresh air after putting up with the stench of tobacco.]”

“[You’re funeral, I guess,]” Yami muttered as he raised his brows for a moment.

“[Wait wha—?]”

“She says she doesn’t need breakfast. She’d rather train.”

Silence fell over the table where the Black Bulls sat.

“La?” Charmy’s smile didn’t fade but she tilted her head to the side. “She doesn’t want to eat?”

The Black Bulls hurriedly picked up their plates and scurried away from the table. Out of Charmy’s way.

“[Huh?]” Shizuka looked to the dispersing group. “[What’s going on? What’s wrong?]”

Noelle poked her head over the couch. “You’ve awakened a beast. I suggest you start running now!”

“Fucking [run, kid! Before you’re on the menu!]”

“[WHAT?!]” Shizuka snapped her head in Charmy’s direction just in time to catch the short young woman’s eyes glinting and her smile replaced by a sharp, critical frown.

“You really should take care of yourself and accept a good meal. Eating is good for you. Looks like I’ll have to teach you that.”

Shizuka couldn’t make sense of a thing Charmy said but the expression of each syllable sent a chill up the girl’s spine.

..........

Shizuka blinked a few times at the person seated beside the bed she’d been laying in. She had finally woken up after Charmy beat the worth of nutrition into her and now had a visitor.

“It’s good that you’ve recovered from Charmy’s rampage,” she said while flipping silver locks over her shoulder. “N-not that I worried.” Her fair cheeks puffed up and her pink eyes flicked away.

“[I know you’re not the real Noelle,]” Shizuka stated with a sigh. When the young woman tilted her head in confusion, Shizuka struggled to spit out, “Not-t No-e-ru.”

In a poof of smoke, Grey revealed her true face. “Sorry! Sorry! I just get anxious meeting new people so I thought being someone else might help when meeting you! And now I’m making it worse because you can’t actually understand a thing I’m saying can you!” Grey blubbered, face red and hands fidgeting in her lap. “But I really was worried. Everyone was worried since you weren’t going to eat and then you got beaten by Charmy!”

She’s kind of cute. She’s clearly nervous but that isn’t stopping her from speaking so boldly. Shizuka thought, nodding to herself. I wonder if she and Suzume would hit it off or be awkward together.

Suddenly, Grey leaned forward and grasped Shizuka’s shoulders, looking her directly in the eyes. “I know we just met you but it’s hard not to worry about a child! And since you’re here with the Bulls, we’ll take care of you, okay?”

I like her already.

……….

Shizuka sat beside Finral and Vanessa, watching Asta and Noelle spar each other. Around her neck hung a magic medallion that Yami had bought to translate Shizuka’s speech when she spoke and everyone when she heard them.

“Asta’s a pretty neat guy,” Shizuka commented.

She followed Asta’s movements as he sparred. His swords looked incredibly heavy and yet he was able to lift one nearly his size with a single arm. In the bright daylight, she could see the way Asta’s muscles flexed with each swing of his weapons. His fighting style seemed so wild compared to the flowing techniques of her Breath of Smoke or Tanjirou’s ever elegant Breath of Water. While not sloppy by any means, Asta moved in a raw way, straightforward yet fierce. His personality matched too.

“He’s…” Shizuka couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “A lot like Inosuke…”

“Hm?” Vanessa leaned over to which Shizuka leaned away from to avoid her alcoholic breath. “Who’s this Inosuke? A boy you fancy?”

In an instant, Shizuka’s face was warm.

“Aw, I didn’t think a feisty girl like you could have a crush,” Finral snickered, moving to elbow Shizuka’s arm but her side glare drove him back.

“C’mon, girl, answer me! Who’s Inosuke?” Vanessa pressed, reaching over and poking Shizuka’s cheek.

“Well…” Shizuka crossed her arms and forced a scowl. “Inosuke’s someone I work alongside in the Corps. And a friend of mine.” The warmth of her face grew. “He’s pretty stupid because he was raised in the woods but he’s really strong despite that. He yells a lot and is so pig-headed that it’s ridiculous. But he always watches out for his friends which I believe outweighs all his negative qualities.” By now, Shizuka’s blush was uncomfortably hot.

“Loud and stubborn. Yeah, sounds like Asta!” Finral exclaimed.

“W-when I say pig-headed, I mean it literally as much as I do figuratively,” Shizuka added, crossing her arms.

“… What?”

Shizuka shot up to her feet. “I think I’ve talked enough! I’ll be inside if you need me!”

..........

Had Shizuka seen a man rise from the shadows the first day she arrived in Clover Kingdom, she probably would’ve freaked out. But after seeing magic at work for the past few days, she could only nod and acknowledge it.

“I leave for errands and you find yet another misfit for this place? You really should stop Yami.”

Shizuka’s eyes shot open. “Eugh, why do you sound like Zenitsu?! But older? And not as pathetic?”

The dark-haired man looked at Shizuka and glared. “‘Not as’? Are you implying I still sound somewhat pathetic?”

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left her mouth, the Black Bulls around the room, save for the newcomer, burst out into laughter. Shizuka, confused by the response, looked around the room.

I didn’t say anything humorous, I just shared my opinion. Shizuka looked over at the man, finally taking notice of his features. He looks like he could be Tomioka-sama’s twin, although not quite identical. “Do you have any idea why they’re laughing?”

The man scowled. “They like to see me mocked.” He inhaled deeply before letting out his tension with a sigh, his unpleasant expression leaving him at the same time. “I suppose it’s appropriate punishment for how I treated them in our first meeting.”

“Ah, well then I suppose I won’t question it.”

The man’s eye twitched, though what he felt in the moment was left to Shizuka’s imagination.

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[yejiroh]

"I know."

A/n: This was entirely written for my own self-indulgement. At 2:00 a.m.

Warnings: Suicide, angst, self-neglect, hallucinations, drug and general substance abuse, depression, death of a loved one and refusing to cope, abusive relationships.

Yuji x gn!reader.

•••

"Love is bittersweet when who you want doesn't, or rather, no longer exists.

"It's ironic, how you refuse to interact with those around you, how you hide away, staring at a screen for hours at a time, ignoring the people you actually know and giving up everything for those you don't. And then wish to be a part of a different world, where things could be a million times worse.

"You wish you could give it all up, just for that person, yeah?"

"I gu-"

"Don't answer that."

Therapy was supposed to work. Supposed to help him get at least a little better.

But this was suffocation at its finest.

Crisp clothes that smelled like those fabric softeners you used to love so much, hair washed with your favorite shampoo, nails painted your favorite color-

"Are you trying to make them live through you, Yuji?"

His eyes snapped up, the strong smell of cleaner and the doctor's gaze strictly boring into his own tired eyes.

"Are you trying to make them live through you, Yuji?" They repeated.

"I'm...I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Are you sure? Mx L/n isn't here dea-"

"Please don't address me like that. Only Y/n can call me stuff other then my name."

If only thunder boomed. But it was a perfect day outside.

"Yuji, Y/n isn't here, remember? They're dead."

"Are you stupid? What kind of doctor tells lies? They're just late to this appointment. Y/n is always late, but they always come, you idiot."

"Yuji, do you know what kind of doctor I am?"

•••

"You should really stop taking all those pills. It's bad for your kidneys."

"I know."

"So why do you take them?"

"They calm me down."

"You should go see a doctor, Y/n."

"No thanks, Yuji. I know what I'm doing. "

•••

"You're...a therapist?"

"Yes, but do you know what kind?"

"You were Y/n's?"

"Yes, Yuji. And now I'm yours. But do you know what my job is?"

The room became quiet, only the soft ticks from the seconds-hand on the clock could be heard. It continued on for some time before the doctor set aside their notepad, observing Yuji.

Everything he wore was Y/n's. The way he did his hair was like Y/n's. The way he sat was how Y/n sat.

"Yuji, where is Y/n?"

"They're right here?"

"No Yuji. Where is Y/n?"

"They're here. Why do you keep asking the same questions? It's confusing. Stop it."

•••

Their lips tastes like the cheap alcohol in the cabinets and like cigarettes from the gas station.

But still, they were their lips.

And Yujj loved them.

Y/n smiled, taking another sip from the bottle before kissing Yuji again.

"This is home?"

"Yep! This is home."

"And...it's ours?"

"You betcha baby! All ours. We can do whatever the hell we want now."

"Oh...well we better take care of it then."

"Whatever."

•••

Leaning forward, the doctor grabbed some cards from the coffee table.

"Would you like to play a game with me, Yuji?"

"What kind?"

"Speed. Do you know it?"

"No?"

"It's easy. A deck of 52, since we take out the jokers. You know the order of the cards, yes?"

"Yes."

"Great. Now, I'll give you three stacks of 5 randomly shuffled cards, and give myself the same. We'll have two stacks of 10 right here, and flip one from each of those 10 onto the table. Your job, is to beat me. When a card is down, you can only place another card on top if its one above OR below. If neither of us can, we grab another two. Only 5 cards can be in your hand at a time. Kapeesh?"

"Yeah."

Swiftly shuffling the cards, the doctor laid them out, and the game started.

•••

"Y/n, that's not how you play."

"Then tell me how, Yuji. Since YOU know everything."

"I didn't say that Y/n. Can you please stop?"

" 'Can you please stop?' You know how much of a baby you sound like? Learn to just deal with everything. Fucking ruining the mood babe."

"Okay Y/n."

"Thank you baby. I appreciate it."

"I know."

•••

Yuji grabbed a stack, quickly placing a jack on a queen, and a 10 on the jack.

"Good job, Yuji. Thanks Y/n."

The doctor stopped playing, watching Yuji talk to himself as he laughed before placing more cards down, eventually winning.

"Did you see that?"

"I did, you did great."

"Thanks, doc."

"Yuji?"

"Hm?"

He looked up, startled to see the doctor crying.

"What's wrong?"

"How long will you continue to lie to yourself, honey? Y/n passed away a year ago. You're starting to forget things, and it's scaring me-"

"I know."

"Yuji, they left you. They won't come back. Look in the mirror. Do you see Y/n? No, cause they're gone. It's heartbreaking to see you come here every week and play this charade with yourself. You need to move on."

"I know."

"You keep saying that, but continue on. If you know, then do something!"

The doctor's please fell on deaf ears as Yuji snapped up, kicking the chair over, angry.

"I said I know. WHY does everyone feel the need to tell me to move on? Just go away! I know Y/n was horrible, but you guys didn't know them. You didn't know they just wanted someone to talk to. No, all you know is that you put them on those drugs, that you know you showed them how to forget. So no. I won't stop. Y/n isn't gone. You can write me down as crazy; I don't care. I don't care anymore. "

"Yuji sit down. Right now."

"No."

"Yuji-"

"Go ahead and call security. Put me on the same shit you out Y/n on. It sure did help. Fuck you."

"SIT DOWN. THEY'RE GONE CAUSE THEY DIDN'T LOVE YOU. THEY'RE GONE BECAUSE YOU PUSHED THEM TO THE EDGE YUJI. NOT BECAUSE OF THE MEDICATION. NOT BECAUSE OF US.

"You told them to stop. You didn't want to be with someone who required so much maintenance, so you made them stop. What, antidepressants are worse then drinking away your problems? They're gone cause you told them to go.

"Now sit down and talk with me. Let's sort this out."

"...I know."

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