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graychrissy · 6 months

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🌹VOID CHART PROGRESS + success🌹

I have finally decided to stop being a puss- and lazy ass,just because of ADHD and I will enter void.

I will be using lucid dreaming method because I had lucid dream few times before so and I even entered void but I thought I'm dreaming so I didn't affirm,so it help living in the end knowing I have lucid dream before.

Routine

• Listen to subliminal with isochronic tones 30-60 mins in the morning and 1 hour at night.

• Using askfirmations for 30 mins.

• psych-k 3 or more session of 10 mins.

• living in the end.

Progress chart

23/11/23 : Only listen to the subliminal with isochronic tones for 1 hour. •{I tried sleep paralysis and set my alarm around 5 hours, sadly when I woke up I didn't remember any dream,when tried inducing sleep paralysis I got scared so I feel asleep withe the intent to see a vivid dream and I succeeded but I wasn't lucid.}

24/11/1/23 : listened sub for 1 hour 30 minutes in morning,forgot to affirm,used subliminal for 30 mins and used adambja's affirmation tapes 20 mins. •{Ok guys,I have dropped the plan to use subliminals my ears hurt,so one of my friend shared me @adambja tapes,I only listen 2 times while doing psych-k 10 minutes each side.}

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New Routine

• Use affirmation tapes 2 times in the morning,2 times in afternoon,2 times in evening,2 times before going to bed.

• askfirmation "Why do I always lucid dream?"

• psych-k while listening to the tape.

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25/11/23 : listen 7 times while doing psych-k.

•{So I had a vivid dream,and I was about to become aware but since it was already morning my neighbours were being loud and i woke up.}

26/11/23 : listen for 38 minutes and include a new method this one found it on @voidprincessblog lucid dream guide.

•{Didn't had any dream,but then I woke up around 5 and fall asleep with the intention to dream and I had a pretty normal dream nothing weird and I remembered a little and lastnight tried the new four fold breath method but failed I was too sleepy.}

27/11/23 : Listen ? times,affirmed and did the breath method.

•{I change my listening time, because I get really bored while listening the tape for 1 hour And I remembered TODAY that I haven't affirmed , I literally forgot about it😐,so today I affirmed just a little though. Also didn't had any lucid dream but after doing the breath work,I was trying to sleep and I don't know why but I felt like I'm dying,and for few seconds I think I was in void but I woke myself up.}

28/11/23 : didn't listen to the tapes but did breath work.

•{So I took a nap did the breath work and again the weird feeling as I was trying to fall asleep. Not much result,I don't ev n remember if I dreamed.}

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° So guys,my desperation is higher then mountain Everest,and bcz I was not getting too much success from the tape to get rid of all the limiting beliefs neither it was helping with my anxiety😭. So I decided to use a lucid dream sigil as well😐.

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29/11/23 : Listened to the tape,used @charmedreincarnation reverse psychology method while vaunting and it's quite similar to askfirmation as you are questioning your amazing ability to lucid dream or manifest and the practice setting intentions.

•{So I've been noticing something,last time when I did psych-k was on the 2nd day of listening to Adambja's tape and I almost lucid dream,but these day I don't even remember my dream🤡 I guess gotta start doing it.}

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•(As y'all know I didn't listen the tape on 28 and I was feeling so bad like soooooo bad the whole day along with that I had to to college to get my ID,but my anxious self. Didn't go today and I feel like hitting myself,I wanted to go with my friend Mac but she said she'll go on 30 so I was also thinking to go with her,but damn her boyfriend got it for her🤡😭.)

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30/11/23 : Listen to Slade's void and lucid dreaming sub.

•{Yesterday on 29th I listen to the tapes,and today morning I was feeling less stress no nervousness not like sweating from anxiety like I used to feel if I had to go outside,also didn't lucid dream}

1/12/23 : Listened to tapes 1 time, and Slade's lucid dreaming sub.

•{ I skipped again yesterday (30 th),but I did use Slade's lucid dreaming sub,and void sub(had a good experience),so I had a weird vivid dream today morning and I think I will able to lucid dream very soon}

New routine (sorry I can't control myself😭)

• Listen to Adambja's tape while doing Psych k.

• Listen to Slade's lucid dream subliminal.

• Do distraction method.

Progress chart continues

2/12/23 : Listen to tape one time only and use Slade's dreamworld and ETA subliminal.

•{I had 2 weird dreams, I can't remember them properly but before I woke up,I remember i was talking about lucid dreaming in my dream}

•(I did the distraction method last night and y'all I'm shooketh again,this haven't happen before,so lastnight I almost enter void within 20 mins,the experience was something I never had,as y'all know we shouldn't pay attention to our 3d or body,I did exactly that MONTHS ago when I was being a procrastinator and being lazy,but at that time I use to focus my body alot so I used to feel itchy alot,but this 2 days I didn't felt a thing,and last night was something I felt my body melting,and it felt too good that even when I wanted to stop I kept going,it felt just sooo good)

3/12/23: Listened to the tape 1 hour,and used subs with isochronic tones.

•{so last night that's 2nd December,I forgot to listen to the tapes but I used the subliminals, but sadly I don't remember my dream but atleast I dreamt 🤭,I wasn't able to do the distraction method, because my pregnant dog was being whiny and wanted to cuddle with me😭,so I didn't do it)

Edited : I remember the dream,it was something about waiting room🤯, bro

4/12/23: Didn't use the tape,fall asleep while listening lucid dreaming sub.

•{I had 2 really vivid weird dream,I swear I was in void too but from there I went to another dream}

5/12/23: Didn't use the subliminals nor the tape.

•{ I had an exam today,so I just listen ,glosygirl's exam sub overnight🥲,but I actually had vivid dreams,sadly I forgot to write it down in my dream journal}

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💀Made a new routine

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Progress chart continues

6/12/23: listen to the tape for 30 minutes while doing psych-k,I was affirming along and before going to bed listen to Slade's LD sub.

•{ I had a pretty uncomfortable dream I don't even want to remember}

7/12/23: I skipped the tapes again because of exams,but used the subliminal.

•{I don't really remember what happened honestly I recalled it but I forgot again}

8/12/23: Skipped again 💀 but used the tape.

•{Anyways I had a pretty weird dream and had an awakening but I was gonna get lucid}

Note: from 6 to 8 it's not too accurate because I forgot to update due to exams but don't worry it's no different.

9/12/23: Listen to the tape and slade sub.

•{almost had a lucid dream again}

10/12/23-15/12/23: I listen to the tape only few times and that's for my exams.

•{So I barely listen to the tape but my dreams are becoming vivid everyday and I always almost become lucid but always get woken up by my parents also a thing I noticed is that,I had to wake up in between and after that sleep with the intention to dream then only I remember my dream}

16/12/23: Listen to to the tape at night and used the LD sub.

•{I just remembered my dream and I also tried entering void through the basic method I got super close but my dogs start barking}

17/12/23: Listen to the subliminal

•{I didn't got any good sleep because of my dogs }

18/12/23-24/12/23: I'm still procrastinating and had a mental breakdown in between but I also tap in the void which I will count as success.

I will be more focus on tapping in the void rather then LD so I created a new routine for myself.

25/13/23-31/12/23: I stopped to take a break.

Since it's new year and I want to start of fresh I'm back and will mostly stay focus on waking up in void and LD.

New routine (smiling in embarrassment)

I will follow my own living in the end challenge but I modified it. After I saw success story from a blogger Doona and mention about morphic field I'm going to use the once she recommended and along with it I will start using void and LD subliminals.

1/01/24: I started using morphic fields and then then LD subliminal.

•{ I have multiple vivid dreams and I got so many chances to be lucid}

2/01/24: done following the routine.

•{Got some weird af dream again very vivid}

3/01/24: Done listening the subs and tape.

•{Had super vivid dreams)

4/01/24: Done listening.

•{Umm guess who enter void through LD meeeee😭☝️}

YK what I'll make another progress chart I haven't manifested anything yet. I will yeet this app for few days.

#void state #manifest #affirmations #manifestation #void #manifesting #affirmation tapes #lucid dreaming #shift reality #shifting

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clanofjones · 9 months

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Ghosts of Our Days: Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen: Fire in a Denny's Parking Lot at Three AM

<- Chapter Twelve

A/N: Once again, co-written with @theosb0rnway! I had a lot of fun with this one!

Four Months Earlier

Taking a laser shot to the leg was not what Casey Jones had in mind when Raph suggested "a peaceful Sunday in the lair".

At first, it had been a peaceful Sunday: Crognard, splitting a pizza, then Leo came in saying Donnie had found a group of Kraang a little too close to the lair for comfort. Leo, Casey, April, and Raph suited up and headed into the tunnels to fight off the unwelcome disturbance, an easy task until they were ambushed from behind by yet another group of Kraang bots.

Before he was able to turn around, a laser hit Casey directly in the back of the leg, just above where her skate was when it was retracted.

"FUCK!" He used her hockey stick to keep from falling over, spinning around and continuing to block shots despite the searing pain from his leg. Raph noticed immediately, running over to

Casey's side and stabbing every Kraang bot he saw with his sai. Casey made a mental note to piss Raph off more, as his anger doubled at making him extremely hot, in Casey’s not so humble opinion, and the bots no longer stood any chance against him.

Within a few minutes, they were all destroyed, and Raph, not wasting any time, picked Casey up in his arms bridal style, running him back to the lair without saying a word. April and Leo looked at each other, concerned. A quiet, angry Raph would not be fun to deal with later.

In the end, Casey was fine, and in typical Casey fashion, he was ready to stand up and fight just seconds after Donnie wrapped up her leg.

"See? Look! I'm fine! Casey Jones can fight off some more evil bo- WOAH!"

Her leg gave out, sending him tumbling to the ground face first. Raph was quick to help him up, glaring at Donnie who was failing miserably at hiding his laughter.

"Casey, you're not going anywhere until this heals up! Face it, you can't do anything with this 'cept REST."

"This stinks! How am I sposed to play hockey with this? If I don't show up they'll cut me or put some other loser on as Captain while I'm gone!"

"Then I'll grab your school stuff and you can send the coach an email saying you basically can't move your whole leg for a week. I think he'll get it."

"I'll help with the excuse!" April chimed in. "I'm really good at those by now." Casey smiled and nodded.

"Thanks, Red! Any help Casey Jones can get, she'll take it!"

Was it just an excuse for April to spend time with Casey? Maybe. Was it also a way to make sure no one saw the laser mark on his leg? That was a more accurate answer, if anyone asked April why she took an hour of her day to help write one email to a hockey coach she had never met.

"That CAN'T be your coach's real last name."

"Yup! That's him!"

"Oh my god. He so got bullied in high school."

"Can't be worse than the old coach. His name was Coach Savage.”

"But Coach..." April willed herself not to burst out laughing in front of Casey. "Coach Shmuck? Seriously? That's so bad it's GOT to be fake!"

"At least he doesn't live up to his name!"

"Did the old coach?"

"Nah, he was the chillest guy I've ever seen."

"Huh."

And the conversation ended, April trying to kickstart it again several more times only to fail when Casey either nodded or fell asleep, exhausted most likely from all the pain medication and brain power she used to pull his grades up.

Since Casey was grounded to the lair, that meant April could easily help him catch up on his school work and turn his nasty Fs into shiny Bs and As. For once, things were looking up for the vigilante, despite her new injury and missing a week of the sport that could be considered her life.

When Raph suggested they spend an afternoon in bed, the older boy thought she must have been dreaming. First an A on a math test, then finding out his father would be nowhere around New York for a week, then her lover wanting to screw him senseless? Casey wondered how things ever got this good for her.

Forty minutes and one obscenely perfect love-making session later, he was still wondering the same thing until a sharp pain drew her out of his thoughts. The pain didn't come from his leg, but from Raph, still very much inside of him, jerking up every so often.

"Stop movin', will ya? I can feel you every time you do."

"Sorry. It's hard not to."

"Hard? Seriously?"

"Shut up, Jones."

"Wanna go again?"

"Maybe."

"How long you got?" Raph looked over at his broken, glitchy alarm clock and groaned.

"10 minutes."

"Shit."

"Yeah, that's not long enough." He sank back down on top of Casey, making sure he didn't accidentally hit his lover's broken leg in the process.

"Can you just... not go?"

"Case, you know Leo wants us all together for some stupid family patrol night, I can't just stay here and do nothing."

"Just tell Leo my leg's acting up and that you need to stay with me cause you're a good boyfriend! That'll work!"

"Alright... but if we go again, you're not moving this time. Don't wanna actually fuck up your leg." Casey sighed.

"Fiiiine. Text Leo first though. Don't want Fearless Leader to think you're bailing on him for no reason."

"I will, don't worry 'bout it. Just relax and hang on a minute, babe. You deserve it."

"What I DESERVE is you makin' me see stars again!"

"Then hold on for five fuckin' seconds!"

"More like five not-fuckin' seconds," Casey grumbled.

"Goddamnit, Jones! You're gonna be the death of me, I swear!" Casey just laughed.

Leo thought the excuse was the cutest thing he'd ever heard coming from the tough, strong, macho man Raphael and told him to take as long as he needed.

Oh, Raph would be taking a LONG time to do what he needed to do, and Casey Jones would not be arguing about it.

Thank the Supreme Pizza in the sky that no one else was home that night.

It was late when the rest of the gang returned, as April had offered to go in Raph's place. She walked down the hall where the bedrooms were, knocking on the door to Raph and Casey's shared bedroom.

"It's open!" She heard Raph's voice say quietly. She walked in to see them both in bed, the blanket wrapped over their bodies as Casey slept on Raph's plastron. Raph's hands were in her hair, playing with it as she let out light snores into his chest. April almost felt bad about walking in on them like this, so peaceful and clearly sharing a moment with each other, even if Casey was asleep.

"Sorry, I'll come back later-”

"You can stay, Casey's not gonna wake up any time soon. How'd it go out there?"

"Went well!" April smiled, "Pretty empty night, just a couple thieves here and there. Nothing we couldn't handle!"

"That's good to hear. Sorry about ditching, she wanted me to stay." He gestured down at the motionless vigilante.

"How is she?" April looked concerned, to her seeing Casey sleep was a sign that something was definitely wrong.

"She's doing alright, just wanted me around tonight. He hasn't slept in so long with all the shit going on topside."

"Raph-"

"Come on, April. If Splinter doesn't hear it, I don't care what I say. All that matters right now is making sure that Casey recovers." April nodded.

"Do you have to take him back up tonight?"

"No, thank fuck." He got another glare from April.

"His lousy father's out of town for a week, coincidence, so I was actually gonna bring Angel down here until he gets back. I know Casey won't wanna go back home with all this goin' on. But I can't do that right now, as you can see." He gestured to the vigilante on top of him, who he clearly did not want to disturb at any point during the night.

"Want me to go get her?"

"That would be AWESOME. Get me more good boyfriend points, and maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get another round in." He winked and April facepalmed.

"Ew! You guys are so gross sometimes!" He laughed, trying to be quiet.

"Hey, April?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't bring her in here, alright? Casey might forget she doesn't have clothes on and we don't need that." April shuddered. That was a thought she did not need in her mind. The funniest part of all was that despite her dating Casey for a month, she'd never seen him naked, or even with her shirt off. Back then, she would have loved to see it, maybe, but now that was not a good idea at all. She had Donnie, and that was good enough, right? Donnie. Donnie!

That's it!

Maybe if she introduced Angel to Donnie, Donnie and Casey might start to get along!

"Okay. I'll show her Donnie's lab, maybe he'll like her and talk to her about his experiments!"

"She's six!"

"So? Six-year-olds can like science too, Raph!"

"But not Donnie-science!" She sighed.

"I'll be back soon, alright? Tell Casey I hope she feels better."

"I will. Thanks, April."

"No problem!" She walked out and closed the door, leaving Raph to focus all his attention back on the man he loved.

"You're a mess, Casey Jones, but you're my mess. Not that I'd ever tell ya' that when you're awake."

He kissed the top of his head and moved his hand to rub slow, soft circles into her back. He wished they could stay like this forever, relaxed, happy, not being chased by villains or dealing with their respective families.

For now, he would enjoy the moment, enjoy Casey being all sprawled out under the covers, the two of them still stuck together and Raph refused to pull out or move. Life was always better with Casey Jones by his side, he thought to himself. Nothing could beat his lover, as strange as he was sometimes. That's what Raph loved most about her.

Present Day

Any evidence of Casey Jones having a pizza was gone within half an hour, the vigilante scarfing down each piece while Raph watched, his face a mix of horror, disgust, and pride. When he was done, she let out a burp that could rival Mikey’s, the younger boy cringing so hard that Casey actually noticed it.

"What?"

"The whole goal of a SECRET hideout is to keep it SECRET, Casey!"

"It was just a burp, Raph!"

"A loud one."

"No one's gonna find us, okay? The pigs have more important things to do than catch one lone vigilante who killed ONE of their guys. And the turtles don't even think it's me, they all think I'm some kinda lame imposter or somethin’!" Raph looked skeptical, but eventually, he nodded.

"You're right, but just... be careful, Casey. You know what careful means, right?" Casey scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"I know what careful means, Raphie! I passed kindergarten!"

"Just makin' sure." They smiled at each other, Raph draping his arm around Casey's shoulders as they leaned in for a surprisingly not awkward couch kiss.

It was long, soft, and tasted a lot like cheese and fish, but neither cared, taking their time in another rare moment of quiet. After they broke off the kiss, that was when things got awkward. They both just sat there on the couch, bouncing their legs up and down trying to figure out what to say next or what to do next. Raph beat Casey to it, stuttering out

"S-So... uh, do you have a favorite hockey team?"

That got Casey's attention, and he was surprised in all their time together that Raph had never really asked. Casey thought he had, but then again, his memory was shit and so was her boyfriend's. If they'd had the conversation before, who's to say?

"The Vikings- my team, not the football one, duh, and uhhh... Florida Panthers!" Raph looked confused.

"Why the Florida Panthers? We live in New York!"

"Scott Mellanby, man! Ya ever heard of the Rat Trick?"

"The WHAT??" Raph knew next to nothing about hockey, but he sure knew a lot about rats from his father.

"Yeah, dude! The Rat Trick! Ah, that was a classic!"

"Casey Jones, you're a fuckin' weirdo."

"But I'm your weirdo, right Raphie?" She bumped him with his arm, causing Raph to let out a chuckle.

"Hell yeah, you are. So what's the Rat Trick anyways?" Casey paused for a second and thought, ultimately deciding it didn't need to be shared.

"...Ya' know what, you don't wanna know."

"Alright.." Raph almost sounded... disappointed? Disappointed about not hearing a hockey fact? That wasn't the Raph Casey knew!

They fell into silence again, but not as awkward this time with Casey successfully grabbing Raph's tangible hand and rubbing his thumb over the top of it. They stayed like that for a while until Casey sneezed so hard that she looked like he was headbanging. Her helmet flew all the way across the room, landing right next to the freezer.

The duo stared in stock for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Dude! That was so fuckin' loud, yo!"

"I'm surprised the wall didn't come down with that thing! You could use that as a weapon, Jones!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! It could be the Supersonic Sneeze!" Both of them started giggling again, collapsing against one another and not letting go until Raph couldn’t hold his solid form anymore. Casey fell through his boyfriend with a thud, her face making contact with the filthy couch cushion.

"Raaaph!"

"...Goddamnit."

The rest of the night before they retired to the ice box was spent at the table with the Sudoku puzzle Casey had abandoned a few days earlier. She was finally getting the hang of it, but she still needed help with the harder numbers in the last few boxes.

"So I got 4 and 6, then 7 and 9, and 3 was easy! But I can't fuckin get 1, 2, 8, and 5! It's like they hate me or somethin', man! The numbers are out to get me! Bet if I don't solve this thing they'll call all their number friends and carry me off the ice box in my sleep like ants carryin' a piece o' bread or somethin'!"

Raph had to take a minute to recover from the laughing fit that had brought him.

"I'm serious, yo! These things are fuckin deadly!"

"They're NUMBERS, Casey, and nothing's gonna hurt you with me around! Specially not SUDOKU NUMBERS for fuck's sake-" He sighed, looking back over the four remaining numbers. 1, 2, 5, and 8. This was easy, too easy.

"8 goes next to 9, see how there's no 8 in that column?"

"Oh, yeah! That one was easy, I could've done that one!"

"1 goes right... below 7." The younger boy let Casey draw the numbers while he directed and explained.

"So then 2 goes next to 7 and 5 goes right below 2!"

"Yup! Now all there is is 1."

"RIGHT in the middle! YEAH! I DID IT!! I SCORED!!!"

"You finished the puzzle Case, you didn’t score anything."

"Yeah I did! I won, I beat it! I scored something at least!"

"Alright, cause you did so good, you've scored an extra round tonight." Raph winked at a now clueless Casey.

"'Nother round of what? Puzzles?"

"...That's it. You've been sleepin' on that thing for way too long, it's freezing away your brain cells!" Raph exclaimed, and shook his head. “Least the few ya got left.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I got plenty brain cells up here!” Casey retorted, and smacked her hand against her skull lightly for good measure.

“Hitting your head’s not gonna help!”

“I’ll hit YOUR head!” True to his word, albeit in a playful tone, Casey jumped at Raph, and both of their backs hit the ground, next to each other, staring at the ceiling.

The ceiling was a very boring thing to look at in Casey’s opinion. She decided that he’d rather look at Raph. Turning on one side, she nestled into her arms, looking at Raph, who had also turned to look at his lover. They remained like that for a good five minutes, Raph pulling Casey in for a snuggle.

“Bored?” Casey scoffed. “How could I be bored with you here?” Raph raised a non-existent eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe I'm a LITTLE bored.”

“Got anything in mind?” Casey sat up, and drummed his fingers against a particularly thin part of the floor. Someone on the floor below shouted: “SHUT THE HELL UP!”

Casey pressed her face to the thinnest board. “FUCK OFF!”

The pair heard whomever had shouted being chastised by another, with a higher, accented voice, and say “Shush! You’ll get us evicted! Harris nearly dropped your Denny’s order.” That gave Casey an idea.

“That’s your idea face, Case,” Raph said. “Wanna share with the class?”

“We’re gonna bomb a Denny’s, Raphie!” Raph looked pleasantly surprised, and his face broke into a wide grin. Why a Denny's? Well when it comes to Casey's bizarre ideas of fun, Raph never wanted to ask. However, he wasn't opposed to it in the slightest.

“Now THAT sounds like fun. But we’re getting food before we blow it up. Their pancakes are great.”

“Oh, yeah! I almost forgot about those! But I’m getting whipped cream.”

“You know that the only reason I’m against that is because last time you tried to make pancakes, you put shaving cream instead of whipped cream!”

“It’s not my fault they look so similar!”

“Why would something from the BATHROOM go on food?”

“Because it wasn’t in the bathroom! It was with the plates!” Raph let out a loud cackle of a laugh, and hovered in the hair, holding the stitch in his side.

“The fuckin’ plates? The fuck?”

“I don’t know, dude! It was probably Mikey!”

Casey shrugged, barely biting back a laugh herself, as she scooped the remaining bombs into a duffel bag. “Damn, we’re gonna need more shit for the bombs. We’re running low.”

“…And you’re surprised? Half your plans have been ‘blow stuff up and see what happens’!”

Casey tossed him a look. “Nah! Didn’t blow that cop up, did I?”

“I said HALF, dumbass.” Casey rolled her eyes, and zipped up the bag, flipping his mask before catching it in his free hand as a thought struck her. “Wait, you can eat pancakes, right?”

“I can eat cold pizza,” Raph replied pointedly.

“God, you’re never letting that one go, are ya?”

“Whadda ya think?”

“Yeah, yeah, but for real, can you eat pancakes?”

“Only one way to find out, yeah?”

To an outsider, it would be a weird interaction. To have Casey, looking like she hadn’t showered in a week, because she hadn’t, in a ratty hoodie with a conspicuous duffel bag, order enough pancakes to feed the US military, half with whipped cream, and a large to-go container of fruit.

But this was customer service, after all. So, of course, the attendant didn’t bat an eyelash or blink at him like she was crazy, instead typing the egregious order in, and tell her that his order would “be out shortly.”

And, for a Denny’s in New York, at the hour of three in the morning, ‘shortly’ was actually short, relatively speaking, and fifteen minutes later, Casey Jones was staggering under the weight of an outrageous number of pancakes as a phone alarm went off.

“You’re just in time,” the attendant noted, nodding at Casey.

“That’s my shift over. Next shift’s all caught a cold, and the one after that took a group vacation to Bali. Janitorial’s gonna lock the place up, so we’d be shut ‘till about five on Thursday.” So it was probably Tuesday, in that case.

“Go to sleep,” a waitress barked from where she was wiping a table down.

“I have no car, you know that,” the attendant shot back.

“You’d have a car if you hadn’t T-boned that bus that T-bones a street light!” It took all of the very limited self-control Casey possessed to not laugh out loud as he managed to get her quarry over the threshold.

“See ya, hoodie dude!” the waitress called.

“That’s hoodie gal to ya!” Casey replied, leaning back into the establishment.

“Sorry, sorry! Hoodie GAL!” the waitress said, course correcting immediately with a grin. Casey shot a thumbs-up and swung the door shut as the attendant ducked out through a door marked “Employees Only,” exiting out the side of the building, by the dumpsters and circuitry, passing the latter, and leaning on a grey Subaru.

Through a large window, Casey watched the waitress drop the rag she’d used to clean the table with into a bucket, stick the bucket in a sink, and click the lights off. The loud ‘CLANG’ of a door indicated that she had gone out the same side door as the attendant, likely locking the doors. Casey rounded the opposite side of the building, and saw Raph tie a handful of bombs and pyrotechnics down.

“I got the goods, Raphie!” he announced, and Raph returned his wide grin.

“This side’s good, anyone still in there?”

“Nah, I was the only customer, and the two workers are driving off now.” As if on cue, Casey heard the telltale signs of the Subaru backing out of the parking lot. Raph grunted.

“I got this side and stuck some by a dumpster on the other side.”

“Imma throw some in the window!” Casey decided, delving into her bag, and retrieving more of the same. He lifted a foot, and kicked in a window. Glass spread all over the floor, and Casey heaved the explosives through the gaping hole. Diving into her pockets, she plucked out two lighters — one for himself, and one for Raph.

He handed one to the ghost, who lit up the stack of explosives in front of them, and glided through the walls to light the second. Upon her boyfriend’s return, Casey took his lighter, flicking the top off, and tossed it to the pile inside.

“We should back up.”

“Yeah, I like it when you have your face.” Casey dove behind a tree, still clutching the cakes, Raph bobbing up and down next to her.

Suddenly, the inevitable explosion rang in Casey’s ears, firey hues reflected in their surroundings, bathing her vision in orange and white. The pyrotechnics that had been added also went off, the screeching into the early morning.

Casey tracked one small rocket-like firework with his eyes, and began a mental countdown to its combustion. Exactly on cue, the trail of sparks and color erupted into a fountain of flame and light.

“This was one of your better ideas,” Raph said with a smile, and leaned a head onto Casey’s shoulder.

“Hey, I was due!”

“Shut up, I haven’t had a pancake in months, fork ‘em over.”

Casey opened up the ginormous bag of food and pulled out the first of many to-go containers filled to the brim with pancakes and a single container of whipped cream to start.

Raph snatched the first pancake off the pile as soon as Casey opened the lid, grabbing it with his ghostly fingers and dropping it into his mouth.

The flapjack fell right into Raph's teeth, but as the turtle opened his mouth again to chew, the pancake fell right through his body and onto the dirty grass below him

"So much for that idea, I can't even taste the thing- Casey?"

The vigilante was staring at the pancake like a feral animal, her eyes wide from behind the mask. "Casey, don't-"

"FIVE SECOND RULE!!"

Casey lept up and pounced on top of Raph, the turtle letting out an "OOF!" As he was thrown backwards, leaving the pancake unguarded. Casey quickly climbed off Raph and snatched up the fallen pancake, taking it back to where he was sitting, muching on it much like a squirrel would eat an acorn. Her eyes never left Raph as he scarfed down the warm, soft bread, the first hot food she'd probably had in the two months or so that he'd been on the run.

Raph let him have it, and all the other pancakes, laughing softly as Casey protected the food with her life. He understood why Casey was so protective, but as his boyfriend, he could afford the luxury of laughing as a paint covered, dirty, smelly, gap toothed, murderous vigilante ate Denny's pancakes in the woods while said restaurant was going up in flames nearby.

"Babe, we should get outta here before the police come."

Casey let out a grunt but didn't move.

"Casey, please, come on, we gotta go."

Still nothing, but at least she stopped eating the pancake this time.

"You okay, babe?"

"Want more pancakes." He grumbled.

"Alright, you can eat the rest when we get back to the apartment safely, okay? Come on, we gotta go." She nodded, falling back into silence.

Once they were farther away from the explosion and into the city part of New York City, Casey hailed a cab to take them the rest of the way home. The driver never said anything about the pancakes, the beat up looking kid in a skull mask, or the turtle in an oversized hoodie, (Casey wasn’t completely sure if Raph was visible to other people, so that was a bit of a toss-up) so it was either a pretty normal sight for him, or it was just a really fucked up Tuesday.

The apartment complex was quiet, even more so without Casey's constant talking the entire way back. It was unusual to hear her this quiet, but Raph assumed having warm food after months of chips and cold pizza was enough to make him silent. Casey never made a peep all through the pancakes, whipped cream, and even the fruit, putting all the empty containers in the bag before finally speaking again.

"Thanks for the meal, Raphie."

It was a whisper, but it sounded genuine, thankful, too soft for it to be Casey's voice.

"No problem, Case. Sorry I couldn't eat it with you."

"It's okay, but I really miss sharin' with ya'."

More uncomfortable silence.

"Rafa?" Woah, that was a nickname Casey hardly ever threw out.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can you hold me tonight, please?"

The younger boy blinked. Something was really up for Casey to be acting this strangely.

"Of course. Come on, let's get you on that ice box."

Twenty minutes later and Casey was curled up in Raph's arms, her gurgle-purr the only sound in the room.

".... Casey?"

"Hm?”

"I... I um... you know I love ya', right?”

"Mhm."

"I know I've told ya' a lot before but God, I love you, ya' idiot. I had a lotta fun tonight and I hope you know that too."

The girl hugged his boyfriend a little tighter, smiling into his chest.

"I fuckin’ love you, Casey Jones, no matter what weird shit you get into or what fucked up crimes you commit. I don't care how far you run away from me, cause you're stupid, but I'll fucking find you every goddamn time. I hope there ain't no afterlife so we can stay like this forever, even if this stupid box sucks ass. But, I wanna be on it if it means I get to be with the man AND the woman that I love."

Tears hit Raph's plastron, shocking the turtle out of his speech.

Casey was crying, the sobs getting louder and louder, her hands tighter and tighter and Raphael's waist.

"Fuck you, Raphie, I got my nice paint on tonight!" They both laughed, knowing the insult was anything but genuine, unlike what Raph had just let spill out.

"God you're such a sap sometimes!"

"Yeah well somebody had to break your silence! What was that even for, anyways?"

He paused. "It-... it was for Angel. For us. For me and you and her and all of us back when you weren't dead and she used to eat pancakes every fuckin' day for breakfast. She wouldn't stop eatin’ 'em, always said that it was 'pancakes or nothin’!. Now I'm eatin those stupid, round, hot, bread thingies all alone with my dead boyfriend who can't eat shit and my little sister who's suffering twenty minutes away from me and I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT THAT WON'T GET HER KILLED!"

She let out a low, growly scream and the tears started again. Raph didn't know what to say or how to feel, there were no good words he could give to Casey, just his actions. He rubbed his back, kissing the greasy mop of hair on top of his head until the sobbing subsided.

"Casey?"

"...Yeah?"

"I love you so fuckin’ much."

"I love YOU so fuckin’ much, Raphael Tomato."

"It's Hamato."

"Ha- Ham- Ha- oh forget it, I can't." Casey sounded sad, like goofing up Raph's name wasn't a joke or something she could control.

"Ha-ma-to." Raph sounded it out for him.

"Ha-ma-to." Raphael gasped. Casey finally got his last name right.

"That's it! Casey, you did it, you finally got my last name right!"

"I did??"

"YEAH!"

"HOLY SHIT, LET'S GO!" They shared a celebratory kiss and a forehead bump before Casey muttered: "But when we get married, I ain't takin’ that thing even if Splinter makes me."

"It's a deal. Love ya', Casey Hamato." Casey snickered.

"Love ya too, Raphael Jones."

If Raph smiled the rest of the night while Casey slept obliviously below him, no one would ever know or be able to blackmail him about it.

A/N: Be bi, bomb buildings!

#ghosts of our days #rasey #2012 casey jones #2012 raph #2012 rasey #fanfiction #ao3 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt au

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ragingclaw · 11 months

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Three Days (Harvey x OC)

Summary: Hiraya hadn't left their farmhouse yet, and she was already starting to miss the people that she met after she gave up the life she had in Zuzu City.

Word Count: 1,076

AN: Huzzah! My first fic in this fandom. This one is more of an introductory fic bc I'm still writing the b i g one. This may be confusing since I am planning on two other fics, and this particular OC isn't the one that worked for Joja. Think of co-op, but written. Well... co-op is what made me do this impossible task of writing three different stories with three different OCs. Also, this was written in a sleep-deprived state. I apologize if it's a bit incoherent. You have been warned. I've rambled long enough... Enjoy the story!

It has been four hours since Hiraya woke up from her slumber. No matter how hard she forced herself to go back to sleep, her failed attempts just made her frustrated from not falling back into the dream world. She knew that if Harvey were to wake up right now he’d urge her to go back to sleep, she was going to be traveling after all, and driving plus the lack of sleep would worry her husband to no end.

As she stared at the ceiling, she felt her husband’s arm pull her body slightly towards him. Looking to her left, she saw how peaceful Harvey looked, despite the evident bags under his eyes. She could not help but smile at the sight in front of her. I had these, as well as the whites in my hair because I worry too much when you come home a little late to my liking, she recalled him saying to her one time she ventured deep into the mines shortly after they got married.

The warmth of her husband’s embrace almost made her reconsider moving her annual visit to her restaurant the next year. Hiraya wanted to wake the man beside her the same way he would; whisper sweet nothings and cover his body with gentle kisses.

And for a moment, Hiraya wanted to stay with her new family. To spend time with their son, to teach him how to properly harvest pumpkins and parsnips, or watch Harvey take one of the model planes that he built off the shelf and have their son play with it.

Thinking about all of the things that she wanted to do instead made her a bit emotional. Three days. I’ll be away for three days. Sighing, Hiraya thought that it was best to prepare for her departure instead and slowly lifted Harvey’s arm off of her, swiftly making her way toward the bathroom for a quick shower. Glad that Harvey was still asleep when she stepped out of the bathroom, Hiraya tried her best to make as little noise as possible when she went to grab clothes out of the cabinet.

Making her way to their son's room, Hiraya was greeted by the sight of her son still sleeping soundly. Unlike her, Daniel is a light sleeper like his father. Relieved that she wouldn’t have her heart broken before leaving, she carefully tiptoed towards their son and quickly placed a kiss on his forehead. The last time that Daniel had seen her leave he was inconsolable, she hadn’t even left the farm yet Daniel was already begging for her to stay. That moment forced her to leave in the middle of the night after he had fallen asleep.

A faint crowing of a rooster pulled Hiraya’s attention back, an indication that dawn is nearing. She’d hoped that time would slow down for just one minute, yet she knew she would have to pray a thousand times before her wish would come true. With reluctance, Hiraya made her way out of Daniel’s room and walked straight toward the kitchen where she saw Harvey already preparing a cup of coffee for the both of them.

“I woke up hugging a pillow. You should’ve woken me up so that I could at least prepare you breakfast,” he groaned, his eyes trying hard not to close as he set the cups on the table before sitting down, patting the empty chair to his left.

Sitting beside him, Hiraya cupped his cheeks and met his lips with hers. “You looked so cozy snuggling that pillow I didn’t bother disrupting your sleep.”

Harvey only responded by deepening their kiss, feeling his hands guiding her and pulling her out of the chair and into his lap. A gasp came out of her mouth when his lips worked their way to her neck, his hand already under her shirt while the other kept a firm grip on her body. The way that he caressed her body almost made her want to beg for more.

“Honey, please,” Hiraya managed to breathe out, “Greg might be arriving any time soon.”

Soon enough, Harvey unwillingly stopped his wordless plea and settled on wrapping his arms around her waist. Looking up at his wife, a smile formed on his lips knowing she immediately regretted it as her skin yearned for his touch, though he knows that she shrugged the thoughts off her mind when the sun slowly made its presence known. “Why didn’t they let you have that once-a-year visit?”

“It’s better this way, I can’t fathom our family moving back to Zuzu.” Hiraya removed herself from straddling her husband, “It’s much more peaceful here and I’m sure that you’re not leaving this place any time soon.”

Seeing Harvey pouting as soon as she sat back in the chair caused her to chuckle, with Harvey trying and failing to hide the redness of his face. “How can you be so confident and shy at the same time, dear husband?” Hiraya cooed.

“It’s too early for you to start your teasing.” Harvey countered, shifting in his seat while avoiding her gaze.

“Oh? I didn’t hear you say that when your hands started to get comfortable under my shirt, mister.”

The redness that was in his cheeks soon engulfed his whole face almost making Hiraya laugh loudly if it weren’t for their sleeping child. What was once an attempt to retaliate against his wife soon turned into a tickle fight, only for the both of them to stop when Hiraya bumped her knee too hard on the table.

Hiraya, despite the pain shooting up from her knee, kept giggling while Harvey quickly wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. “I’m sorry!” he purred, “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“You didn’t do anything, dear. You don’t have to apologize.” Hiraya murmured, returning the hug of her husband.

Both of them did not say anything afterward, content in each other’s company. Comfortable silence, Harvey once told her when she asked why he would fall silent after talking about everything that is under the sun.

Maybe this is something that she could focus on while she’s away from the family that they had created. Maybe, after the busy and stressful times that she will have while in Zuzu, she could focus on the faces that will welcome her when she comes back home.

Maybe, her annual trip back to Zuzu wasn’t so bad after all.

#stardew valley #stardew valley oc #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley fanfic #sdv oc #sdv harvey #sdv fanfic #watch me post this and disappear only to come back 6 months later with a completed fic lmao

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seiya-starsniper · 1 year

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and if I get burned, at least we were electrified - Chapter 2

Ao3 Link [Here]

Chapter Summary - The Corinthian and Hob have established a fairly comfortable relationship. But then it all comes crashing down.

Life in the Waking World is pretty interesting for The Corinthian these days.

His tongue still fumbles awkwardly around the differences in slang over the pond, he hates that the weather in London makes his hair fall flat on his face no matter what he does to it, and he misses Taco Bell like an old drug habit.

And all of this inconvenience, he thinks, is for the immortal who’s currently asleep next to him, snoring something fierce right up against The Corinthian’s ear.

The Corinthian has never met anyone quite like Hob Gadling before. From their initial meeting, Hob has defied all of his expectations and then some. His immortality, first and foremost, should not have caught The Corinthian completely off guard, but it did. Hob doesn’t smell like other immortals, he tries his best to blend in with humans, to be average, unremarkable . To this day, The Corinthian cannot understand how the man pulls it off so well.

Especially because underneath that false unremarkable exterior lies a wild beast that may just be as ferocious and unrestrained as The Corinthian himself. He's clever and ambitious in all the ways a regular mortal is, but the centuries have allowed Hob to fully master the act of humanity. Hob has managed to bend the world to his will without showing his cards. It's performance art at its highest peak. It's a tenaciousness The Corinthian hungers for, something he realized he looked for in all his victims. The vivacity, that addiction to life and the willingness to, as they say, grab it by the horns and never let go.

It's why The Corinthian kept coming back time and time again, to test the bounds of that tenaciousness, instead of fucking off to do something else after his first few attempts had ended with him disembodied and transported back to The Dreaming. Having his corporeal form completely destroyed and then reformed hurt like a bitch, and he hated how long the rebuilding process took, but every subsequent trip back had left him wanting .

Lucienne had been less than impressed on his fourth trip back, he remembers.

"Ah, welcome back. I take it you've once again failed to eliminate your target,” she'd greeted, amusement barely concealed behind her glasses.

"Shut the fuck up Lucienne," The Corinthian had growled, already working on creating a portal to get him back to the Waking. It didn't take long. He'd gotten good at this with all the practice Hob gave him.

"You know Corinthian, maybe the Waking is trying to tell you something!" she yelled at his retreating back.

"Good thing I've never been good at listening." The Corinthian then gave her the bird on his way out to London.

Shortly after that, the cult happened. And then Hob had glimpsed his full face for the first time and The Corinthian was left gobsmacked by the desire radiating off of him. He's only ever been appreciated for his full appearance by one other being, and even so, it had never felt like this. It's delicious, it's dark and all consuming. It's everything The Corinthian didn't know he wanted, couldn't ever have imagined having, before that moment.

What started out as a simple revenge quest to stave off some boredom had suddenly turned to one of the best fucks off his life.

Afterwards, The Corinthian had tried not to make it a regular thing, but well, he's never been known for being a man who's able to reign in his vices. And Hob Gadling is such a strong vice he feels like the Original Sin itself. He doesn't flinch when the Corinthian bites hard enough to draw blood, leans into the blond's grip when choked, and the immortal will sometimes spend hours licking into his eye mouths while keeping three, sometimes four fingers buried knuckle deep inside The Corinthian.

When Hob wants The Corinthian to submit, and it's become a more regular thing, he takes and takes with brutal force, slamming his head into walls and twisting his arms just hard enough to leave a threat of dislocation. It's an echo of their old sparring fights, but Hob now knows The Corinthian favors his right side for an outright attack, his left for a feint. Hob also knows how much he loves those iron cuffs (forged by Hob, and made just for him), and loves testing the limits of their strength. It's the height of pleasure and pain that he knows neither of them have experienced with other human lovers.

And now here they are, playing domestic, where The Corinthian agrees to not murder anyone Hob doesn't explicitly approve of ahead of time, and in turn Hob spoils The Corinthian with anything he comes up with on a whim.

Well, almost anything.

"We are not getting a murder yacht,” Hob had said to him just the night before.

“Oh come on! It’d be so easy to get rid of the bodies with one!” The Corinthian argued back. “And the Channel will do all the cleanup for us!”

“Do you want to be on the radar of the British Royal Navy? Because that is exactly how you get on the radar of the British Royal Navy. Not to mention, I don’t know how to drive a boat, and I’m certain you don’t know either!”

The Corinthian does not pout on principle, but it’s an almost thing. Hob Gadling was a terrible influence.

“ He would get me a murder yacht,” The Corinthian declared, pointing to the television. Hob glanced at the screen and sighed loudly.

“Hannibal Lecter is a fictional character , Cory,” Hob said, exasperated. It’s not the first time The Corinthian had brought up the comparison, and really, if Hob didn’t want to be compared to a fellow doctorate holding intellectual with a DILF vibe and a hobby of murdering criminals for sport, then he really shouldn’t have let The Corinthian run free with his Netflix account while he's off tending to lectures.

Speaking of criminal murders, though. The Corinthian glances at the calendar on the wall above Hob's nightstand and grins when he realizes tonight's the night for their next job.

—

“ Another sex trafficking ring, Hob?” The Corinthian groans. It’s the third one in a row. “I know you're a bleeding heart for the helpless, but I’m starting to think you feel personally responsible here.” He probably does, in all honesty. Hob had mentioned to him how guilty he felt over participating in the slave trade in the late 1700s.

“I thought you liked the sex traffickers!” Hob exclaims, surprised. “Because there's always so many of them! You gorged yourself on eyeballs for days after the last one.”

“Yeah, sure they're great, but not so much when it’s what we go after every time . Where’s my corrupt CEOs, the drug lords, hell where’s another serial killer hiding, tell me, Hob!” Variety is the spice of life and while The Corinthian may be satisfied for now filling his palette with unrepentant humans, he still wants some flavor distinction amongst them from time to time.

"All right, all right, I promise you get to pick the next target after tonight," Hob assures him.

"Can it be-"

“No- we are not going to kill a Member of Parliament. There’s murder of the irredeemable every day man, and then there’s assassination , and we are clearly staying in the first camp, love.”

The Corinthian really doesn’t see the difference. Dead people are dead people, but Hob’s the mortal in this relationship, so The Corinthian just shrugs and decides to think on who he’d like for them to go after next. He thinks he’ll consult his little black book on the matter.

Hob thinks it's ridiculous that blond keeps a hit list, but then if he didn’t want him to, then he shouldn’t have bought The Corinthian such a nice leather bound journal in the first place.

—

Much as The Corinthian hates to admit it (and he'll never do it aloud), Hob is right about the gluttony of hunting down sex enslavers.

There had been at least six men guarding the shipping container that had come in to dock the night before. Two more are in charge of negotiating the handoff, and still another three show up as drivers to transport their "cargo".

In short, it had been a blood bath. None of the men had ever stood a chance.

The Corinthian doesn't quite have a stomach, so he doesn't get full, per say, but there does come a point where there's diminishing returns on the enjoyment he feels the more he eats in a single sitting.

For occasions where he hits that point, like tonight, Hob has acquired an extra refrigerator. It's an antique red monstrosity that the immortal had flown in from a shop in Oklahoma just because The Corinthian had complained one time that English kitchens were too drab for his tastes. The blond had made fun of Hob's peasant roots at the start of their relationship, but Hob is no peasant now. It’s another one of the ways the immortal is sin-incarnate, his willingness to indulge The Corinthian’s hedonism at the drop of a hat is both endearing and addicting. The Corinthian has more than enough mortal money of his own, but there’s just something extra enticing about spending another man’s wealth on unnecessary luxuries like this.

Sometimes, The Corinthian will wake to the smell of cooking flesh, and he'll find Hob has fried a pair of eyes for him in his homemade garlic butter. He'd then spend the morning hand feeding them to each of The Corinthian's eye mouths, before handing him a cup of black coffee. It’s domestic. It’s overindulgent. The Corinthian thinks he'll ask for them to be mixed with scrambled eggs tomorrow instead.

–

"I’ve got a surprise for you," Hob says once they've wrapped everything up at the docks. He stamps out the last bit of his cigarette before continuing. "Call it a bonus for a job well done."

"Dessert? You spoil me, baby," The Corinthian grins, unable to hide his excitement. Hob is good at surprises. So far, The Corinthian has yet to be disappointed.

The brunette drives them over a few bridges to a different shipping port on the other side of town. He makes sure that there’s no one on guard before he leads them over to a particular container, which he unlocks and leads The Corinthian inside. There's a few lights strung up on the inside, enough for The Corinthian to easily look at his prize.

Near the center of the container is a single man tied to a chair with a bag over his head. He sounds like he’s gagged underneath the bag as well. The Corinthian cannot help the little gasp of pleasure he lets out when Hob pulls the bag off.

The man is dressed in a three piece suit that was probably freshly pressed a day or two ago, but now sits wrinkled as a result of futile struggling. He’s got multiple layers of duct tape over his mouth, as expected. The Corinthian also clocks a newer Rolex model on the man’s left wrist barely hidden by a sleeve pinned together with solid gold cuffs. He looks like he would be incredibly well groomed if he weren’t currently rotting in a shipping container, with dark hair and sparkling blue eyes that are now comically wide as he takes in his two captors. The man cannot be more than 28 years old at most, which just screams Daddy’s Boy to the Corinthian. It’s his favorite type of meal.

“All for me, baby? You shouldn’t have.” The Corinthian purrs, and he can feel his eyes drooling at the sight, the smell, the exquisite taste, of the man’s fear.

“Only the best for you, love,” Hob murmurs in his ear, hands resting possessively at his hip, voice dripping with pleasure. The Corinthian shudders when Hob delicately removes his shades and places a tender kiss to each of his eye mouths, dragging his tongue along their teeth. They come to life under his attention, all soft sighs and heavy breaths. The man in the chair is now thrashing wildly in horror, his screams muted by the tape.

“His name’s Thomas Mason, Hob supplies. "Father’s done pretty well for himself in the United States, but he insisted on his kids being raised in the home country. Tom here is a little bit of a brat you see. Awful student too, he's been kicked out of at least three universities in London." The Corinthian snorts at the blatant offense Hob seems to take at this fact.

"Knocked up some poor girl when she was far too drunk to fully consent at a networking event," he continues. "And then he killed her when she told him she wasn’t going to abort. I have it on good authority that he’s buried her out in his mother’s country house. Naturally, Scotland Yard isn’t really looking into it since she was here on a student visa and his parents have more than enough money to make it look like she just got up and disappeared out of the country on her own. Her family’s absolutely distraught."

"Distraught, you say?" The Corinthian asks in mock concern. "Well, we can't have that now." He takes out his knives from their holsters in his jacket, and now the man in the chair is moving even more wildly in his chair, trying to tip it over, maybe hoping to break it and free himself. It won't matter, there's nowhere to go in the tiny container. The Corinthian cuts a line through Tom's throat to get him to stop thrashing and then begins to start the task of carving out those gorgeous blue orbs.

The start of the task is always the hardest. Humans are so sensitive when it comes to their faces, but they all give up soon enough, and Tom is no exception. It’s all in the thumbs, really. Once they’re sufficiently popped out, all The Corinthian has to do afterwards is sever the optic nerve, and bam, instant snack. Hob had winced the first few times he watched The Corinthian had done this while the victim was still alive (their memories are freshest when he does this, even if he stores them in the fridge for later), but now he watches with rapt attention, unable to tear his gaze away from The Corinthian's skilled yet brutal movements.

When he’s done, The Corinthian savors the taste of Thomas Mason’s eyes, drinks in the memory of hands choking the life out of a pretty little thing too young to be taken from the world, then revels in the feel of the cool dirt underneath his fingernails during the memory of her crude burial.

“She’s buried right by the rose bushes, near the west wing," The Corinthian says, and Hob’s proud, dark grin tells him he will, in fact, be getting breakfast in bed tomorrow morning.

–

They don’t argue often, but when they do, it always comes back to the same topic. The Corinthian doesn’t even know how or why they started talking about Dream, but he hates the way Hob prods about their relationship, asks about why everything fell apart and led The Corinthian to permanently leave The Dreaming.

“It's better the less you know about him,” The Corinthian says with a finality he hopes Hob will understand.

He doesn’t. "Why?” he presses. “Because you don't like talking about him?"

"Because he's dangerous!" The Corinthian snaps. "He tried to unmake me almost a hundred years ago, and if he ever gets out of his cage and finds out about you…"

"You're worried about me, pet?" Hob’s tone is light, but The Corinthian knows he’s trying to distract him from the threat of Dream’s return.

"Well you're not exactly the pinnacle of human safety if we’re being honest, baby." The Corinthian grumbles.

"I’m immortal, can’t die, remember?" Hob quips in response.

"Right, right, immortality from your eldritch Stranger that broke your heart," The Corinthian sneers back at him.

"Oof, low blow, Cory," Hob winces.

The use of the nickname cools his anger slightly, but only just.

"Is it?" he challenges. The Corinthian is not an open creature by nature, but Hob is also sensitive about his centennial Stranger. He claims he's told The Corinthian all that he knows about him, but The Corinthian finds it hard to believe that Hob had been meeting the same being for 600 years and somehow, inexplicably, does not even know his name. Then again, The Corinthian has not told Hob the name of his creator either. He doesn't know why, but the knowledge of Dream's name is something he wants to keep to himself.

Hob also won't talk about why he and his Stranger had a falling out either. He just knows the creature missed their 1989 meeting, and now Hob has no choice but to wait for 2089 to see if their relationship can be salvaged. The Corinthian, petty creature that he is, still refuses to set foot inside The New Inn, a place dedicated to someone else. He does, however, relish in the fact that shortly after he moved in with Hob, the immortal had begun to spend less and less time in the pub, possibly hoping for an earlier than 100 year sighting of his Stranger.

"All right, all right I get it," Hob placates, and finally throws up his hands in surrender. "No more creator talks, and no more stranger talks tonight, all right?"

"Or we could forget about them all together," The Corinthian tries, wishing to never speak about Dream ever again. Dream's gone, he's trapped, has been trapped for 100 years, and yet The Corinthian feels him at his back each night when he turns off the light and watches Hob sleep.

"Hmmm, I don’t think so," Hob says, thoughtful. "I can’t forget my old friend, yes he’s my friend damnit,” the immortal insists. “And even with your creator locked up who knows where, because you won't tell me, I know you can’t forget him either. And that’s okay. We don’t need to talk about them now, but a relationship is about moving on from past baggage so we’ll need to get there eventually, but it doesn’t have to be now, love.”

"I’ve tried for at least two millennia to move on already," The Corinthian admits, surprised at his own openness.

Hob smiles fondly, because he knows even getting that much out of The Corinthian is better than nothing, and then cups the blond's face gently between his hands.

"Well, you’ve never had me before, darling.” Hob says, tone back to reassuring and gentle. “I can’t promise to heal all your wounds and scars, but I’m going to do my best to love you as you are, murderous tendencies and all. And if your creator ever does get out of his cage, we'll deal with him together."

The Corinthian, even after spending years in Hob’s bed, is still not used to hearing the immortal declare his love for him. Hob offers his love far too easily, and he hasn’t even asked why The Corinthian has yet to say it back. He almost does, just now. It's on the tip of his tongue.

"You’re insane, you know that?" The Corinthian says instead. He’s not ready to inspect his feelings, not yet, not while he’s still taut as a piano wire.

Hob nods, like he knows what’s going on inside The Corinthian’s head, and maybe he does. "Well, you don’t live past the normal mortal expiration date without losing a few screws along the way," he says, and starts tugging The Corinthian towards the bathroom. “Come on love, let’s have a bath. I’ve got a new vintage I’ve been wanting to try out."

Later, when the Corinthian is drunk and spilling wine all over Hob’s overly large and posh bathtub, he thinks that maybe, maybe, this is probably what love is supposed to feel like. They're kissing like Hob doesn't have to get up in the morning for a lecture, and the slowness of it stirs something familiar inside the nightmare.

He thought he'd loved Dream once, until he realized that his creator's affection for him had been conditional on The Corinthian fulfilling his singular assigned function. No room for growth, no room for ambition, for reaching past the limits of the Dreaming. All of the reverence and blind worship had evaporated then. Dream only cared for himself and his stupid rules, his creations were simply there to serve him without question.

Hob is different though. Hob has rules for him, sure, but he indulges The Corinthian when he's done well, negotiates when the situation calls for it, and he doesn't make The Corinthian's thoughts and opinions feel less than, like secondary, unimportant things. He also doesn’t hold The Corinthian’s past crimes against him.

Yes, The Corinthian thinks when Hob finally pushes his cock inside him, slowly, gently, lovingly. What he's got with Hob is probably love. Or at least as close to it as he'll ever get with his nightmarish heart.

He'll tell Hob. Eventually. When the time is right.

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Their next operation goes tits up.

Statistically, even the best laid plans can go awry when murder is involved, but The Corinthian supposes they really should’ve anticipated a mob boss having more than a dozen men for backup, even if he was just vacationing out in the countryside.

Good thing neither Hob nor the Corinthian can die. Hob’s healing is not nearly as quick as his, but it’s quick enough.

The Corinthian imagines Hob must look like something of an eldritch horror to the mob men when he gets up off the ground, an entire chunk of face missing, and then stabs his shooter in the neck. The resulting blood spray is lovely, and The Corinthian takes a moment to bask in Hob's handiwork before he continues to gun down the rest of their assailants.

God, he's missed having access to guns. The Corinthian has a small collection of antique rifles in his penthouse back in the States, and though he's never used them for more than target practice, he likes the heavy weight of such a small and unassuming thing that holds so much potential for death, resting in his hands.

Using other people’s guns against them though? That’s an entirely different feeling, one that The Corinthian is all too happy to indulge.

All total, there’s around 25 men dead in the villa after Hob and The Corinthian are through. More than double the amount they expected to be here. The Corinthian makes a note to pay a visit to his source later to personally thank him for the terrible intelligence.

“Hey Cory, look what I found!” Hob’s voice sounds throughout the otherwise quiet room.

When he locates the immortal on the other side of the bloodied living room, he sees that he’s thrumming with excitement about something. When he gets closer, Hob holds up a mostly mangled piece of flesh that the Corinthian quickly realizes is the part of Hob’s face that was blown off with a rifle. Surprisingly, the eye socket is fully intact.

It’s the most beautiful thing The Corinthian has ever laid eyes on, and he wants.

Hob then offers the lump, eye socket and all, to The Corinthian with a pained grimace that he looks like he’s trying very hard to pass off as a smile. The Corinthian is too shocked to take it right away. It can’t possibly be that easy.

Can it?

Hob notices his hesitation and sighs.

“Might as well have it, it’s a goddamn miracle it’s even intact the way it is,” the immortal grunts. “I can already feel a new one growing in, and let me tell you, it fucking hurts. Waste not, want not and all."

The Corinthian knows that he shouldn’t think too deeply about the gift, it’s borne out of circumstance rather than intent after all, but the irony of being freely offered something he’d spent years trying to carve out of the man’s face himself is not lost on him.

The Corinthian gently takes the eye from Hob and cuts around the tender flesh, then pops the ball into his mouth.

The memories hit him like a monsoon.

The Corinthian has consumed hundreds, perhaps thousands of eyes at this point in time, but consuming Hob is an entirely different experience.

Hob's eyes have, by default, seen far more than a regular mortal, and so there’s just more, more, more to be seen and more to be experienced. It feels neverending.

He feels Hob’s determination to never die, even in the days before he was granted immortality. His surprise when he realizes that he's stopped aging. His fear at thinking he'd made a deal with the Devil himself.

He sees the immortal's warmest memories, feels the touch of his first silk shirt, hears the sound of his son's first cry, tastes the flavors of his first meal after being dubbed a knight.

He also witnesses Hob's worst memories, the horrors of war over the centuries, the stabbing pain of hunger that would have killed another man, the smell of decay from the bodies lost to The Black Plague, the pain of each and every time his body breaks but doesn't die.

But above all, he feels love. Pure, unfiltered, unconditional love. Love for humanity, for his long life, love for The Corinthian himself.

Love for his mysterious Stranger.

The Corinthian chokes when he realizes who this stranger finally is.

It’s Dream.

Of course it's fucking Dream.

"Cory? Are you all right?"

No he's not fucking all right. Nothing is ever going to be all right again. The Corinthian has never needed to breathe but in this moment he feels like he is suffocating.

Hob is Dream's pet immortal. The one that Death had spared on a bet with Dream back in 1389.

The Corinthian thinks he's a fool. That's why Hob doesn't smell like other immortals, because he smells just like Endless, like The Corinthian, like Dream .

He also knows now that Hob was telling the truth about not knowing Dream's name or what he was all this time. Dream's always had a stick up his ass about personal information, the only reason The Corinthian even knew his creator had a pet immortal in the first place was because The Corinthian had tried to follow his master out into The Waking once, back when their relationship was still good, when Dream still indulged him, when The Corinthian hadn't yet begun to hunger for more.

Dream had shut him down so fiercely, Lucienne had had to step in on his behalf. She was the one who filled The Corinthian in on the date and its significance to their creator. And, most importantly, that Dream went to these outings alone.

It had been the first time The Corinthian had experienced jealousy, and it had ignited a fire in him he did not know how to tame. Why did Dream get to go into The Waking for nothing more than his own pleasure? To experience humanity when his own subjects could not? Who was this human who had impressed him so much, had captured his attention enough that he stole his creator away from the Dreaming, time and time again? None of Dream's other human companions had ever been able to sway him so.

It makes sense to The Corinthian now that the human was Hob. The Corinthian devours the memories of their meetings, quick snatches in time, insignificant in length yet so significant in substance. He doesn't know if he wants to tear Hob's throat out for daring to call his Dream his friend , knowing now that it means something more, or if he wants to cut Dream's eyes out for the way he looks at his Hob.

Fuck. When had he gotten so possessive? When had he gotten so soft ? He'd been thinking just a few days ago that maybe he loved Hob, had been picturing the rest of their life together, had been thinking of their future .

If he'd known this would be the consequences for consuming Hob's eyes…

No, he still thinks he would've done it anyways. Even in his panic, the taste of Hob is so unique, so unlike anything he's ever experienced, The Corinthian thinks he could probably go on forever without having to consume another set of eyes. That thought terrifies him more than the idea of Dream hunting him down to unmake him for all his crimes.

He has to leave.

"I have to go," The Corinthian says, perhaps a little too forcefully. Hob nods quickly with no argument. It means he’s already realized something is wrong.

"All right we can go, I just gotta make sure the cameras-”

"No," The Corinthian interrupts and he says it with such venom that Hob whips his head towards him in alarm. The Corinthian steels his nerves for what he’s going to say next.

“I need to go, Hob. This…this was a mistake. All of this.” He gestures between them.

"Wait what?! What are you talking about?" Hob's beginning to panic now and The Corinthian can feel his resolve weaken. But he has to go. He’s been a fool, no, he's been willfully blind this whole time. He thought he’d finally found something, someone that was uniquely his , but all roads lead back to Dream, and The Corinthian feels pathetic for thinking he could ever escape the reach of his all knowing and all encompassing master.

Hob may love The Corinthian now, but he was Dream's human first, and Dream will not take kindly to the Corinthian touching what doesn't belong to him. The Corinthian thought he'd been afraid of his unmaking before, but it feels secondary to this new fear. The fear that Dream will go to Hob, that Dream will spill all The Corinthian’s crimes at Hob’s feet, will turn Hob against him, and then finally, steal him away for his own.

He'd rather burn down the only good thing he's ever known than let Dream take it away from him.

“Goodbye Hob. It's been fun but now our time's up.” The Corinthian does not stutter.

Shit, he can feel the tears. His shades hide them for now but if he doesn't leave now, then Hob will see.

“Cory, wait! Talk to me, please , what's going on…?"

But The Corinthian is already gone.

#hobrinthian #eventual hobrintheus #hob gadling #the corinthian #the sandman fanfic #lots of angst near the end of this chapter #but don't worry #next chapter is dreamling fluffy vibes #sandman fic #seiya writes #mystuff #seiya writes hobrintheus #seiya writes hobrinthian

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kommunistkaitou · 1 year

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I don't know what's wrong w me like ok. I haven't posted about it on here bc I didn't feel like it but I had top surgery a week ago, and now I'm like, asleep or trying and failing to fall asleep like 60% of the time, and the other 40% of the time I'm either thinking about medicine or chemistry. The day after my surgery I was high off my ass and still did like four hours of makeup chemistry homework, more in one sitting than I did all semester, before grades closed at midnight? and brought my grade from an 81 to an 89 despite only getting 80% credit bc of lateness.

Then I've been like, dealing with my own medical stuff ofc, reading a book about the history of cancer, watching crashcourse organic chemistry videos in preparation for when I need to take ochem 2 in like seven months, and now even though I'm too tired to like play the video games i want to play or hang out with my friends, I just wrote a small essay, with sources, about Down Syndrome and pregnancy in that post, an essay that Literally Nobody Asked For

#like what is this. what am I doing. I bought a bunch of books that looked good before the surgery and now like #only the medical ones look interesting to me. i bought manga i bought classics i bought the martian and i was excited about those #now i just wanna read about cancer and surgeries and the discoveries of drugs. and fucked up things that medieval people thought would help #medical m #surgery m #pregnancy m

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kiribakus-wifes · 1 year

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Rainy day - (My OC) fan fiction, fluff, Short Story

Parirings: Eijiro Kirishima x Asami Sato (My OC)

Note: This is a short story that has my oc in it so its not a y/n. I have to start writing my oc's info book but I will after I post this book I am new to writing fan fiction and I wanted to give it a try since I like writing essays and reading fan fictions. This is a fluff romance story of Eijiro Kirishima x Asami Sato that is the name of my oc I hope you guys like it and please correct me and give me tips on my writing I want to improve and make you guys happy so please let me know with all your feedback🤍

All characters are aged up and have graduated UA highschool some of my calculations might be off when I do write my OC info book. Please don’t mind it 🥲 I hope you enjoy.

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It's been four years since my boyfriend Eijiro Kirishima asked me to move in with him after we graduated UA. I still couldn't believe that I get to spend the rest of my life with him as I'm in my own thoughts laying on the couch waiting for Eiji to come home.

Eijiro has been training so hard to become one of the top heroes so he's always so busy but so am I since I'm a hero too. It is currently nine o’ clock pm. I took a few days off from hero duties because Eijiro believed I needed rest when he noticed I wasn't sleeping much at night and almost falling asleep during conversations but all I wanted to do was get back out onto the field and stop villains, but he gave me a stern look when I said I was fine and laughed about taking a few days off so I knew he was being serious.

I haven't really been away from him for more than a day or two so I knew I wasn't going to survive not seeing him for so long. He had a busy schedule so he would try not to call when he wanted to let me know he was safe at four in the morning when he got to the hotel from a mission he just finished, but I would already be up because I couldn't sleep without him there… so much for taking some days off.

We would text and call here and there but today he hasn’t texted much but he did say he was on a very hard mission and not to worry too much about him which was hard as it is.

I missed Eijiro so much, I missed fighting alongside him and making jokes about having kids one day but the biggest thing I missed most about him are his warm tight hugs. I've been laying on this couch for what felt like hours.

I put on twilight hoping it would distract me from not crying and feeling lonely but of course that failed. I was on the verge of tears until I heard a ding go off from my phone I quickly picked up my phone to see a text from “My Sharkboy” the text said,

My sharkboy– Hey pebble, i'm sorry i haven't texted you in a while i know you must have been worried about me but dont worry anymore i'm safe and im coming home very soon if your asleep which i hope you are i love you sleep well <3

Me- ahhh eiji i missed you so so much, you're coming home yayyy! when will you be here i miss your cuddles

My Sharkboy- Asami your supposed to be resting, but i missed you more my love i'll be home in fifteen minutes so better be ready for so much hugs and kisses im driving right now and it's starting to pour so i'll see you soon pebble i love you

Me- Okayy eiji please drive carefully in the rain i can't wait to see you i love you more <3

I jumped off the couch smiling so much I was so excited to see him I knew he would be sore and tired so since it was raining I decided I'd draw him a warm bath.

I used some coconut scented soap to make scented bubbles in the warm water and I put some rose petals from some flowers that were almost dying near the door leading up to our bathtub into our room. Then I lit a few candles by the bathtub.

I wanted to try to do something special since he's always working so hard and never really gets a break and always making sure I relax before himself. He deserves this as I was lighting the last candle on the edge of the tub when I heard a knock from the front door. It startled me and I almost fell into the tub but thank goodness I catched myself before a disaster happened.

I ran to the door checking the peep hole and lou and behold I could faintly see a tall red haired figure standing there. I did almost doubt myself since he said he would be here in fifteen minutes and that didn't really seem like fifteen minutes. I cautiously opened the door and there he was my face lit up as I looked into his ruby red eyes and saw how happy he looked to see me.

Looking back at me he looked like such a cute wet dog, I let him walk in only a little bit and I had gotten a better look at him in the bright light. His used to be tall gel liked red hair was all down in his face his sharp toothy smile showing he was soaked from head to toe but I didn't care I missed him a lot so I jumped up on him hugging him tight like I was a koala.

He chuckled at my actions “well someone really did miss me a lot” he said smiling with one hand on my back and the other scratching his neck nervously. I looked at him, grinning from ear to ear “Of course I did Eiji, I have a surprise for you”. He looked at me and then looked down, seeing all the petals and some dead ones on the floor. “Oh yea?” He smiled, putting me down.

Once I touched the floor I pushed him a little to follow the trail I made. We made our way to the bathtub, it was dark but the lit up candles made it a nice dim light.

We were in the doorway to our bathroom. I was so nervous it was so quiet and I couldn't see Eijiro's face since he was in front of me and he hadn't said a word. Did he like it? Did he hate it? Was it too cheesy for him? He turned around and bent down, giving me a tight hug.

He had his head in my neck so I could feel his cheeks were a bit wet so I moved his face to get a better look at him. He had some tears streaming down his face, "Eiji why are you crying.." I asked with a worried tone he looked at me and gave my forehead a wet kiss "because my pebble is so sweet to me" we both smiled and embraced each other for a little longer before I realized kirishima was still wet I told him to undress and get in the tub he did as told and got in.

We havent seen eachother in a while so when he was fully exposed getting in the tub it made my heart skip a beat I was always nervous about stuff like that even if we've been together for so long but Eijiro on the other hand didn't seem to mind he would always laugh every time I tried to turn around to not look at him my face would be as he called it “red as a tomato”.

He got in he looked so relaxed and at ease I always loved his hair down it's so cute, I picked up his soggy hero suit and put it in the wash when I came back to the bathroom Eijiro looked like he'd had fallen asleep in the tub I giggled a little and one of his eyes opened looking at me then his red eyes looked me up and down. “Aren't you gonna come join me pebble?” I leaned on the side of the wall looking at him and crossed my arms. “This is for you Eiji not me, I'll still keep you company if you would like?” He looked at me and then turned his head back to his resting position.

He closed his eyes and patted the side of the tub motioning for me to sit next to him. I made my way over to him rubbing the top of his head, "can you have your back toward me eiji i want to wash you up" he looked at me in awe and smiled "okay love" he turned and I grabbed the wash cloth wetting it and adding soap to it making it soapy I scrubbed him knowing he might fall asleep in my lap with how much he relaxed into my touch.

I loved every second of it. It was such a passionate sensual moment I think we both needed this. Once I was done washing him all up and I let him rest a little while longer I knew the bath was starting to get cold so I grabbed a dark red towel that I had warmed up in the dryer beforehand. “Eiji.. wake up eiji” his eyes slowly opened. He shivered a little and looked at me with so much love behind his eyes. “Time to get out eiji the water is getting cold”

He stood up without warning me, I was close to him and just looked up at him. I didn't have enough time to react so I stood up very quickly as well nervously looking at him. He laughed, I handed him the towel looking away. "You're so cute when you act like this is your first time seeing me pebble" he wrapped the towel around his waist stepping out of the tub. I nervously laughed leaning down to drain the tub when I felt a presence behind me. "Eiji what are you doin-" My sentence was cut off when two big pairs of hands turned my body around and lifted me up, my legs were wrapped around his waist, the towel hanging on by a thread and my eyes met with his ruby red ones. My face was probably so red as he carried me to our shared bedroom.

He gently put me down on our bed and walked over to our closet, I crossed my legs watching him. He dropped the towel and I turned around with my face in my hands. I heard shuffling behind me and then footsteps coming toward me, “you can turn around now pebble”. I turned to meet kirishima face to face. He grabbed my face softly and kissed me on the lips. I smiled through the kiss because of the cute gesture. We were like that for what felt like a long time but I didn't mind after we were done sharing the little cute moment he asked me “do you want to watch a movie pebble before bed?” I looked at him grinning he knows I love watching movies with him so he said okay and chuckled I ran to the living room and kitchen to turn off the tv and lights I had left on distracted by Eijiro coming home, then I ran back to the room I walked in on Eijiro fixing the bed the tv was on and the lights were off but the red L.E.D lights shining through the back of the tv made a dimly lit up room.

I smiled so happily to be able to have him safe and home. He got in the bed and saw me standing there. I saw his toothy smile and then saw his hand. He patted the bed and moved the fluffy blankets and huge stuffed bear he got me when he had to leave one time it smelled just like him and was in a shark onesie pajama. I loved that bear so much. It was the best gift he's ever gotten me. I got in bed and scooted next to his side. He was so warm and smelled like vanilla and coconuts. He wrapped his arm around me bringing me closer if that was even possible.

He picked a sad romance movie. This was my favorite movie. I had it on replay all the time. It was called the fault in our stars. He knew I loved it but he also knew when it's really late at night that I would always fall asleep so fast when i'm in his arms and this movie was playing. I lifted my body up to give him a goodnight kiss and we exchanged “sweet dreams eiji”, “sweet dreams my pretty girl, thank you for the bath it helped and meant so much to me” he said, kissing my cheek I smiled and cuddled into him some more.

“I love you Eijiro”.

“I love you more Asami”.

and as he already knew I had drifted off to sleep not even ten minutes into the movie.

The End~

#bhna #eijiro kirishima mha #missing someone #newbie #new writers on tumblr #new story #first post #im tryin my best #writing #short story #fanfic #rainy evening #romance #oc stuff #my ocs #fluff #mha kirishima #kiri #bnha kirishima

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a small list of strange but fitting things I have done whilst I've been manic

TW: just everything i say here lol

since being diagnosed with bipolar 2 i have realised that when i do really weird impulsive stuff i am not being crazy, i am just manic. this is a list of things i have done which aren’t entirely self destructive (lying) because 1. i am bored 2. i like making lists and 3. i just came out of a month long depressive episode and i am THRIVING:

- got a bus to the city at night and walked around for two hours straight in the freezing cold whilst smoking the shittiest cigarettes i have ever had (i do not smoke) and listening to Natural Devotion by Spirit of the Beehive on repeat

- tried to order a hoover at 3am. it didn’t work luckily

- cancelled my train ticket so i could stay at university an extra day to play Minecraft

- gone clubbing every night for a week, put myself in debt and slept for 2 hours a night just to do it all over again

- slept in my (now ex) boyfriends car because i didn’t want to go home and wake up my family at 3am

- posted an invite to a party on a massive field to everyone on my snapchat, despite not knowing more then half of them, and then proceeded to watch four of them get alcohol poisoning, one get their bike stolen and one to try to rob maccies

- dated people i did not intend to date, only to break up with them as soon as i was depressed again (this one actually sucks and i do apologise)

- got high on LSD with a bunch of people i barely knew, ate three jumbo bags of Haribos, have a conversation with one of their pet cats and fall asleep on the sofa for 10 hours

- bought a skateboard? never used it? gave it to my sibling who actually could use it.

- applied to an agency that could ‘link me up with big connections at Netflix’ and truly believed that i would be famous. it was a scam and i’m pretty sure they have my bank details

- had a dream that i formed a band, proceeded to call up my friends at 5am telling them that we HAD to start a band RIGHT NOW. they played along with it which was cool but once i snapped out of it they told me how it would probably never happen

- put myself in debt multiple times (currently still am but savings exist for a reason)

- applied for a ton of jobs without knowing much about them but being convinced that i would get them. this one is actually good because it landed me a job and i actually made a fair amount of money! before i was fired because i decided that i didn’t ‘deserve’ it and never turned up.

- tried to self delete multiple times but failed at each one. couldn’t jump in front of a train because it had been cancelled. couldn’t OD because i only had weak sleep pills from Boots and i ended up just having a really long deep sleep with dreams about talking animals or some shit. guess the world wants me to stick around a little longer.

- tried to become a cheerleader. i can’t even do a handstand.

good news: i am in therapy now and will be medicated soon (hopefully).

do it all for the plot :)

#~slay #bipolar mania #ohno #what #kermit the frog

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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Mommy Was Kissing Batman 1/2

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Wife!Reader

Words:1535

Warnings:heavy angst, suggestive content

Batman and Batmom are separated after he kept one too many secrets from his wife. After Batmom is needed at the police station she asks her husband for help. Their four year old daughter sees something that scares her. Batman's lips locked on her mommy's unknown to whom is behind the mask.

Bruce's P. O. V

I sat on my chair in the Bat-cave. I hold Y/N's wedding ring that she threw at me. She took our daughter with her. I deserved such. I didn't tell her that, Jay was alive. It took time, she forgave me. I didn't deserve that. Then when she discovered I knew, Grayson was alive. She threw her ring at me giving it back and threw word's that stabbed me to my core. I've avoided our bedroom completely. I don't even want to think of stepping into my little girl's room. I am so scared she'll never forgive me. I feel vulnerable from the nightmares that plague my slumber.

Y/N's P. O. V

I sigh deeply staring at my phone. I had just got a call from, Jim. He had gotten injured and is off duty for the rest of the day. I am needed back at the station. I know, Bruce can be here within seconds. Though I am so angry. D/N, misses him. I take a shaky breath and call my husband. He swiftly answered.

-"are you and D/N safe? Are you both ok?"

"yes we're OK" I quickly answered feeling a deep feeling that he still loves me "look this isn't easy.. Jim called me and said their shorthanded at the station" I sigh deeply this is so hard "I'll only be gone for a few hour's.. Can you watch D/N?"

-"I'll be there in five"

"ok" I swiftly hang up before any conversation could go further

"mommy.." I turn seeing my little girl rubbing her eyes and holding her stuffed bat toy

"hey sweetheart.. How are you? Did you get a good night sleep?"

She nodded yawning I pick my sleepy daughter up.

"are we going home today?" she asked with a begging eyes that make my heart sink.

"not today sweetie but guess what?"

"what?" she asked with a little smile

"your daddy is coming to spend the day with you!" I cooed

"he is?! Really! I'm gonna wear my dress!"

I chuckled "what dress?"

"the dress daddy said that I looked like a princess!" she exclaimed

I laugh at her amusement and kiss her cheek. As I put her down she ran into her room. I step to my room and shut the door sighing. It's in this moment Bruce would steal a kiss from me. I dress into my police uniform. As I finish dressing. I hear the door bell ring. I step out of my bedroom seeing my little girl in her dress. She was adorable.

"is that daddy? I missed him so much!"

"I believe so" I said

I open the door seeing my husband. He softly smiled to me. I look away from him to our daughter.

"daddy!!" she exclaimed "you're here!"

"hello my dear" he picks her up and she squeezes his neck. I see Bruce's face soften

"I'll be back soon" I kiss my daughter's forehead "bye sweetheart"

"bye mommy" she said with a sweet smile

I glance to Bruce wanting to kiss him. I can't do this. I turn to leave.

"Y/N" he said with gentle tone

I turn facing him with a, saddened smile "yes" I asked

"stay safe"

I nodded and left my husband and, daughter. After taking a drug cartel down I stood in my office. It was a large for being the Assistant chief of police. I was given the private office after my promotion. I look at the picture frames. One picture of Grayson and I when he was twelve. I remember that day perfectly he had begged 'Aww c'mon Y/N well have fun!' I answered 'uh no you'll have fun getting me flustered in front of Bruce'. For two people to know each others cores and feel attracted to each other. Then to attempt to not fall in love with that person and then you realize, you see that you have already failed miserably. I haven't seen Grayson in 6 months and 5 day's. He wasn't mine by blood but I loved him just the same. I see a, reflection on my window. My heart physically jumps, and my breath hitches. I fear my eyes are deceiving me. I lift my head seeing glass double doors and then gasp breathing in shock seeing my little boy. I quickly stood up and rush to him. He opens the door and steps inside. I put my shaking hands on his cheeks.

"m-mom-m" he brokenly said

I began to stutter. I put pressure on his shoulders and gently shook my head.

"oh, son!" I tightly hugged his neck wanting to cry

He wraps his arms around me "it's good to see you Mom"

"oh Grayson" I mumbled "dammit" I kiss his head running my fingers through his hair, I cup his cheeks looking at his face "are you trying to give me grey hairs?!"

"I'm so sorry Mom" he said with a brittle voice, my heart sinks

To hear him say 'mom' to me again is something I was so scared I'd never hear from him again. I hold him close and gently rock him side to side, as if he was still my little boy. He kisses my temple.

"don't--" I feel my words choking as I nearly sob "e-ever" I couldn't continue but he knew what I meant

He nods "I know" he said genuinely hurt "please don't hate me or Bruce for keeping my--" he stammered with a heavy sigh "I know you're so angry"

I lift my head seeing his tears. I use my thumb to wipe his tears away.

"Richard Grayson! I will never hate you. I will always love you, ok?" he nodded sniffing "I was angry that you did such a thing" I admitted "but I forgive you because I love you. Bruce and I will.." I stammer for a moment "will figure it out another day" I sighed

I kiss his head his hands on my shoulders. My heart breaks seeing him so distraught, though warms to have him within my grasp. Hour's later Grayson returns home to Bludhaven. I text Bruce I'm on my way. I go to the place where I stay now. It wasn't home. I open the door and steps inside. I shut the door behind me. I see Bruce sitting on the couch with little D/N sleeping in his strong arms. It was absolutely heartwarming. He softly smiled to me. Dammit.

"how long as she been asleep for?"

"half an hour.. How was work?" he whispered

"it was good. Grayson came to see, me" I bitterly said

"Y/N" he sighed

I whisper in a harsh tone "no! No you're not going to be able to say anything or do anything and just magically make this all right"

"I know I broke the trust you had in me Y/N. I broke a vow to you"

I feel my heart beating fast and eyes shake. I shake my head. I instantly go to our wedding. I want to kiss him and forget.

"I can't do this" I choke nearly crying

I step out of the living room to the bedroom. I shut the door behind me.

"dammit" I cursed to myself with a stutter

The night fell and I knew my husband was out there risking his life. I step onto the fire escape my little girl sound asleep in her bed. I look in the distance seeing on the building, Batman. I sigh dammit I miss him. I shut my eyes sighing. I count to 40. I open my eyes Bruce standing next to me. I take a shaky breath. I stare away from him with my eyes shaking. I don't want to cry in front of him.

"Y/N I was trying to protect Grayson and the less people who knew he was alive the safer he would be" he takes a deep breath "I miss you" he quavered.. Bruce didn't ever quaver because of me, unless it was a nightmare "I want my daughter and wife to come back home" he finished his voice genuinely hurt

I began to cry missing the comfort I feel from him. The love we make. Sharing each others space. The sweet kisses that were never long enough. Seeing him smile. Him making me smile. He was protecting our little boy.

"no more secrets" I demanded

"I promise"

I forgive him. He never broke a promise to me. I shake my head. I step to him and wrap my arms around his neck. I lock my lips to his. He deepens the kiss. Wall kissing me he takes my left hand, with my ring finger. He places the proof of our marriage among my finger.

Damian's P. O. V

I am rudely awoken to the sound of my phone ringing. I grunted. I look seeing my true mother's contact. I swiftly answer truly missing her. I hear soft crys recognizing it's my dear little sister. My heart racing. Is she hurt? Is she safe? I must hurry to her.

I swiftly demand "D/N where are you?"

-"D-Dami, mommy was kissing Batman!!"

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odysseys-end · 2 years

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How to get your best friend a boyfriend [WIP]

- comprehensive guide by Lumine

Lumine let out a long-suffering sigh, touching a hand to her forehead and rubbing soothing circles onto it. Was she hearing things right? Or is this a result of running on zero sleep for nearly a week. It must be the only logical explanation, her brain is conjuring up the most ridiculous scenario in a desperate attempt to get her to sleep.

It worked last time.

"Hello? Teyvat to Lumine?" The creature spawned directly out of her imagination waved slender fingers in front of her face while green eyes glinted in amusement. The creature prodded her cheeks with his finger, a familiar grin crawling up his lips.

The poke dug into her cheek, driving an annoyed grunt to fall out of her lips. She batted the offending appendage away from her face, grinning when the gremlin yelped and pouted sadly.

"My brain isn't functioning well enough to comprehend anything that you're telling me right now, Venti." Lumine says. She resisted the urge to drag her hand down her face. It was unsanitary and she didn't want to think about what dusty surfaces she touched on the way to meet this boy she unfortunately calls her best friend.

"Aww!" Venti whined. "So you mean I've been talking for the past ten minutes and you were trying not to fall asleep?"

"Exactly." Lumine deadpanned, ignoring the offended 'hey! ' coming from Venti. She can't help the sudden snarkiness– it's 2AM, she's sleep-deprived and Venti decides that now's a good time to come and bug her about what she thinks Alatus Nemeseos from Liyue International Academy smells like.

To be truthful, Lumine does not even know what this Alatus looks like, so to even go as far as imagining what perfume they use is just flabbergasting really.

All she knows is that Liyue International and Mondstadt University held an exchange student program earlier this year. Four students from each year level was chosen: Albedo Kreideprinz, the Gunnhildr siblings Jean and Barbara, and of course, kermit the frog Venti Carmen Dei. The four students they've gotten in return, Lumine struggles to recall their names.

The days that followed Venti's transfer were very peaceful.

(Also a bit lonely, Lumine did like listening to him talk.)

They were neighbors so it's not like she completely stopped seeing him, just that they no longer take the same bus together. He could have been living in the dorm the school provided, but Lumine thinks he misses her as much as she misses him so he declined the offer and said he was willing to take the extra hour journey from Mondstadt to Liyue.

She'd love to spend time with him only if they were during reasonable hours of the day.

Lumine crossed her arms over her chest, trying and failing to keep her eyes open. Planting her foot against the door behind her, she kicked it back and stepped to the side. Keeping her gaze on Venti, she jerked her head in a gesture that informs him to get in.

A happy whoop came from Venti and she got a seconds warning before a warm body collided with hers, slim arms wrapping themselves around her waist.

"You're the best, Lumine!" Venti cheered, voice tinged yellow with happiness. She smiled brightly at that, the emotion overriding her sleepiness. Lumine pulled him closer, squeezing him tightly. "I know." She answers smugly.

(If Venti notices the way she snuggles against his shoulder, he doesn't mention it.)

"Hurry and get in, idiot." She says affectionately. Lumine doesn't move to let go however, sinking into the hug like jelly. It's not her fault that Venti gives the best hugs in the entire world, besting even Aether's. He was just so warm, comfortable and hugging him made her mind quiet down, her drowsiness smacking her like a dump truck.

When Venti laughs, it sends vibrations rumbling throughout her body. The earlier irritation she felt vanished at the soft, melodic voice.

"Dearest Lumine, it's wonderful to hug you but I know you're very sleepy and I'm not strong enough to haul your ass from the hallway to your bedroom." Venti snickered. Leave it to Venti to ruin the mood but he's right, and even as it pains her to separate from such a comfortable spot, Lumine regretfully parts from him.

#venti #lumine #wip that i'm probably not going to touch again #genshin impact #venlumi best friends #implied xiaoven #lumine is actually willing to help him out but its fun teasing venti #wys' drabble

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spicymayo1983 · 3 years

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Hiya. This is part 2 of the finale. After an awkward meeting with his father Kes you are hoping things will go smoother with his friends....

Your wedding is set for the next morning, nerves are shot on all ends.

But then you lay your eyes on Zorii Bliss, Poe's first love from his tumultuous, spice runner days.

And the low self esteem, and anxiety, hit you like a ton of bricks.

Instead of feeling like the luckiest woman in the galaxy you are worried, extremely worried.

Will your wedding go off without a hitch or will you hit a snag?

Warnings, angst, jealousy, smut on steroids. PORN! Lmao. The sexiest damn wedding night ever with the space husband of your dreams. 🥰🥰🥰

Flirting with disaster chapter 7

You know that Poe is a friendly guy but that hug between him and his ex seemed way too intimate for a man who's wedding is less than 24 hours away.

You know their history. When Poe ran away from home at 16 he joined the spice runners and immediately forged a bond with Zorii, who was in her late teens.

He lost his virginity to her, and at one time they were deeply in love. You understand that they are connected for life because of that but did he really need to embrace her? Right in front of you? And the kiss on the cheek wasn't needed.

You don't want that woman at your wedding, but you don't know how to tell him. You're almost certain that he wouldn't agree with your decision.

Everyone is gushing over little Maxim, who is on his best behavior and soaking up the attention.

"He's so cute, look at his hair". Zorii tells Poe, looking at him fondly. "You sure do make beautiful babies".

Her words make Poe blush a little and bite his lower lip, with a slight smile he tells her,

"We're thinking about trying again, maybe next time we'll get lucky and have a little girl".

"I don't know, Poe". Zorii teases, laughing and jokingly punching him in the arm. "I think you're only capable of making boys".

His face turns an even deeper shade of pink and he looks down at the floor. You realize that they are friendly exes but why does her presence make you so uncomfortable?

When you return to the Dameron family farm Poe notices that you are being quiet.

"What's wrong, babe?" Poe asks, slipping his arm around you, nuzzling your neck affectionately.

"Nothing, it's nothing". You reply quickly, closing your eyes as he begins to plant soft, fluttering kisses on your neck.

"If it's about Zorii you have nothing to worry about". Poe explains, his kisses becoming wetter and more passionate. "We have a unique past that we share together and that's about it, she was my 1st, but you are my last".

"Oh Poe". You reply, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I never should have doubted you".

"You had my baby, and I want you to have more of my babies". Poe tells you softly, looking deeply into your eyes and caressing your cheek with his hand. "I can't wait for you to be Mrs. Dameron".

"You're the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, I love you and our son so much". He finishes, kissing you tenderly. "I wish you could see yourself like I see you".

You collapse onto the bed together, and Poe hungrily reaches under your blouse to caress your breasts.

"Not so fast". You tell him with a playful laugh. "Save your energy for tomorrow night".

Early the next morning your best friend Joy Nich shows up to help you get ready. She surprises you with a beautiful woven chain necklace made of beskar for you to wear.

"It's stunning". You gasp, putting it on and admiring yourself in a mirror. "You shouldn't have, it looks expensive".

"I love you like a sister". Joy tells you, tears running down her cheeks. "I've never seen you smile so much in your life, Poe makes you so happy".

"He really does make me happy". You tell her, with tears of joy rolling down your cheeks. "He is so thoughtful, he's so tough, brave but still so sensitive".

You're wearing a beautiful, white, robe like gown made of soft, gauzy material. You are wearing a crown of beautiful native flowers and carrying a matching bouquet.

You're getting ready in a tent not far from where you will be exchanging vows.

Poe is in the tent right next to you, getting ready also and having a heart to heart with his father.

"I wish mom was here". Poe tells his dad, fighting back tears. "I wish she could meet her grandson and daughter in law".

"I know we haven't seen eye to eye in the past". Kes tells Poe, putting his hand on his son's shoulder. "But I love you, and little Maxim, you make me proud".

Poe can't keep it in anymore, he breaks down and starts crying. Kes gives his son a big bear hug, smiles a little and says,

"Your mother would be very proud of the man you've become too, kid".

So far so good, you tell yourself with a smile, you've done a great job staying strong. Everyone important to the rebellion is in attendance, Rey is one of your bridesmaids and Finn is Poe's best man.

BB-8 rolls down the aisle, acting as your ring bearer.

Kes walks down the aisle holding his grandson.

The sight of your brave, handsome husband at the end of the aisle in his dress uniform, complete with the medals that he earned in battle, takes your breath away.

Just when you thought Poe Dameron couldn't look more handsome and dashing he has the audacity to show up looking like that.

"Wow, look at you". Poe whispers into your ear.

"I was just about to say the same". You whisper back.

General Organa officiated the ceremony. The two of you share your first, passionate kiss as a married couple.

The crowd goes wild and there isn't a dry eye in the room. Zorii is cheering you on with a look of genuine joy in her eyes.

Afterwards you attend your wedding reception, set up amongst the beautiful, lush jungle. But you don't stick around for too long, Poe wants to jump ahead to the honeymoon.

The two of you hike to a secluded campsite not far from where you got married, but it's still extremely private.

You're near a waterfall, and the temple. The inside of the tent has been carefully set up for your wedding night. There's a big, colorful, pillow like bed in the middle, colorful rugs everywhere, and lanterns that create the ideal mood lighting.

Flower petals lead to the bed, Poe takes you, his new bride, into his arms and carries you over to the center of the room.

He does a sexy little strip tease for you. You return the favor. His beautiful cock is hard and oozing precum for you, you're already dripping wet for him but you get even more turned on when he looks deeply into your eyes, the passion burning in his own, and says,

"I want to put another baby inside of you, tonight".

You roll over on your back and spread your legs wide open for him. Poe's hand slides between them, exploring every wet fold gingerly, delicately. You sigh deeply from his tender touch. There's a bowl of warm, perfumed massage oil sitting on a short table next to the bed that he's dipped his fingers into.

"I live to please you, babe". Poe whispers into your ear, his words sending chills down your spine. "I love you with all of my heart, mind and body".

The sensation is toe curling and pleasurable as he softly inserts three fingers inside you while gently rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb.

You cum for him, squirting like a fountain. His head ducks between your legs, tasting your juices mixed with the sweet massage oil.

With his tongue buried inside your vagina you cum again for your gorgeous husband, filling his mouth with your warm ejaculate. Poe hungrily swallows it, you get on all fours and he wraps his arms around you and slides his fat cock deep inside.

As your pussy tightly grips him your juices drip down his balls. Poe reaches around and massages your clit, making you grip harder and moan from delight.

You are both drenched in sweat from the humidity in the air. His curly hair is a mess. It feels like raw, dirty, baby making sex.

His warm, fertile seed fills your womb. Afterwards you carefully recline on your back, careful to not spill a single precious drop.

With his fingers oiled up again Poe massages your lower belly, near your uterus.

A few drops of his cum are visible on your outer lips, which excites and arouses him.

"I hope it's a little girl". He tells you, smiling a naughty little smile.

"How do you know that I'm even pregnant?" You tease, closing your eyes and enjoying the little massage.

"Poe Dameron never fails at a mission". He teases, leaning over and kissing you.

"Whatever you say, flyboy". You tease, laughing hysterically.

You fall asleep nude and cuddled up against each other in an intimate embrace. The next morning you wake up before him, Poe is fast asleep next to you, with a beautiful smile on his face.

You can't believe he's really your husband. That this gorgeous man chose you to spend the rest of his life with.

You fidget with your wedding ring, his mother's ring, that he wore around his neck for all those years.

When Poe finally does wake up you're resting next to him, enjoying the warm, tropical air on your bare skin.

"You're so beautiful". Poe mumbles sleepily.

"I know". You reply, your smile looking more confident.

"Good". Comes Poe's groggy reply.

The end

#poe dameron #poe dameron smut #poe dameron x reader #star wars #star wars smut #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine

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etraytin · 3 years

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Kitten Blog 1

The president of our rescue and the social media coordinator have been expanding our social media presence lately to try and compensate for a slowdown in donations. With kitten season rushing over us like a wave, it's important to drum up interest and money however we can! They asked me to do some blog posts for them about my current bottlefeeding experience, but I am not sure whether they will make it to print unless the kitten lives. Our donors love to hear happy stories, not so much the inevitable sad endings. I've lost four newborns this year already, but this guy is hanging in there, so we'll see. Anyway, until then, I'll do my little bloglets here.

May 7, 9:30pm

Just finished the 9:15 feeding and set my alarm for 11:30 and 11:45. With the late night feedings I always set two, in case I fall asleep and sleep through one of them. My kitten is three days old now and must eat every two hours to prevent a dangerous dip in blood sugar. This feeding was our tenth of the day, if you count the day as starting at midnight. Baby kitten days are very long days.

I got this little guy yesterday, a transfer to Cat Corner from PRAS along with seven other kittens. I got two newborns from different litters, but one was already failing and did not even make it to evening. This has been a tough year for us with newborns, who are always incredibly fragile and often get abandoned because the mother senses that something is already not right. It always hurts to lose a kitten, even if you never even got a chance to really meet them. This guy, though, is much healthier so far and has a will to survive. That kind of will can take a kitten far, and so long as he is ready to fight, I will be there with him! He hasn't been named yet, so I usually call him Friendo or Bubba, or Stinkbutt when he is being naughty.

When I got him he weighed only 86 grams, which is about half the weight of a new iPhone and about as much as a deck of cards. He's little! His current home is in a small cat carrier lined with blankets, with a chemical hot pack to provide extra warmth. He'll need that extra warmth until he's at least four weeks old, but I will be switching to a heating pad as soon as I've sanitized my big carrier and built him a new home. My latest fosters, Wanda and Pietro, went to big kitten foster just a few days ago at eight weeks old. They're awfully sweet and I miss them, but it's just as well because this guy takes all my time.

Each feeding does not take very long, especially the nighttime ones. I mix up formula ahead of time to take us through the night, so I just have to warm it. Friendo's daily diet is about 25ml of kitten formula, which is one tablespoon plus one teaspoon, spread out over eleven feedings. (The twelfth two-hour feed is an illusion, it gets eaten up (ha!) by the time I spend doing the feedings themselves.) His stomach is too little to take very much at one time. The feeding ritual is pretty much the same, I warm up the bottle and make sure the nipple is clean and warm, then go in and pet him awake. I rub his bottom with a tissue to make him potty, then give him the bottle. This is the part that can take awhile, depending on how interested he is. It is vital never to force milk into the kitten, because they cannot cough anything up. Even a few drops into the windpipe could be disastrous. When he's eaten, I put him on the scale to check his weight, then give him a little cuddle and maybe a little brushing with a toothbrush, then put him back in his warm home before he has a chance to get chilled. With one kitten, if he's feeling cooperative, the whole thing can be less than ten minutes.

#kitten #foster kittens #baby animals

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mother-snake · 4 years

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Me: *looks at completed homework* *looks at Jessie* *looks at homework* Now that I have my freedom your heart is in danger once again. Be warned brave friend.

Also me: JANUS!! GET YOUR BLOND HEAD OUT HERE!!! I NEED YOU AGAIN!

faintly in the distance: noooooooo

~~~~~~~~

All the sides were wearing black.

They just got home from a very sad event that day, no one wanted to say the title out loud because they couldn't accept that he was gone. Rain hit the mindscape windows, similarly, tears were streaming down all of their faces.

After the event, all the sides went to their rooms. All except a certain dark blue side.

Logan was on the couch. Black suit being crumpled by the lax sitting position. In his shaking hands was held a letter. Everyone had at least one letter. Logan had the most with five letters. Each one had a number.

Logan grabbed the letter labeled #1

It was of medium size. White envelope contrasting with the red wax used to seal it. The only thing that marked that it was for him was the blue ink used to mark his name.

Trying not to tear the paper. Logan opened the letter and started to read.

Dear Logan,

I guess if you're reading this I'm gone. To that fact, I'm truly sorry. I wish I could be there. But this is for the best.

I suppose you know what happened to the dark side by now. If you don't well.... Its gone. Wrath, Apathy and Depression were just getting too powerful, it didn't matter how much I hid them away they still got to Thomas... and I can't have them destroying Thomas's life. I need to do my job, even if it kills me. I really did enjoy your company! I hope you know that.

Often times the only thing that could get me out of the bed in the morning was being able to see your face. Or being able to debate with you. Or seeing you talk about space for hours! God Logan, I could go on for hours about how you made my horrid life better. You were my best friend.

These letters are going to be written over a period of time. I don't think I have it in me to say goodbye to the 5 people who made my life tolerable all at once. I'm going to be writing one letter a day. Till tomorrow Logan?

~Deceit Sanders

Logan let out a steady breath. He refused to cry over the first letter. He debated over reading all of the letters at once but.... Janus said tomorrow... He'll read letter #2 the following day.

The next morning was just as somber. Logan sat on his bed and gripped the second letter.

This one was the same size, but the envelope was a light baby blue. The seal black. Logan opened it with just as much care as before.

Hello Logan

Another day, another migraine? I get it... Not the time for jokes. I just finished writing Roman's second letter. I always felt so bad for everything involving Roman.

I manipulated him, I told him lies, I compared him to his brother. Kinda makes me deserve this I have a feeling he might try something. Snake instincts. Watch him for me, please? You five need to be a family, I've witnessed what happens to sides to end up hating eachother. Its not pretty. You don't want that Logan.

I guess that is what makes me have to do this. If we only acted like a family I wouldn't have to do this. I wouldn't have to do a lot of things if the darks weren't pricks.

The stupid thing is that I know you would try to talk me out of this plan. And you're right. God you're always right. Why do you have to be right all the time? I wish I was right all the time. But its ok. I'll be the side who hides the truth.

Blessings and a curses, right?

I'll write to you again tomorrow Logan

~ Janus Deceit Sanders

Logan gulped in another breath. He could read that crossed out section... Janus was right. They have to be there for eachother.

Why don't they go watch Janus' favourite movies? That sounds like a fun way to remember someone. Logan got the others.

-time skip-

It was just passed midnight. Everyone else was asleep on the couch as Coraline played on the TV. Logan stared at the third letter. It was technically the next day.... Logan grabbed the letter.

This letters envelope was a burnt tan colour. Yellow wax acted as the seal.

My dear, Logan

I never wanted to be hugged so much then I do right now. I have to barricade my door to prevent Wrath from getting inside, he's always been a loud side.

I remember when I was nothing but a child -Virgil is ten years older then me. Did you know that? I forget that sometimes- I always had blond hair. I know that you and the other lights also have lighter coloured hair. Well anyway. Wrath hates my hair, says that I don't belong. I can also only do that little silencing trick when I'm on your side of the mind. And I can only automatically heal when on the light side too. Huh. I never released how long that list was. Maybe I'm just defective... That has to be it... Right?

I always looked up to you. You could tell people how it was and not cower when things go wrong. You truly are amazing Logan. You need to show the others that. I know that the others love and care for you. You need to accept that love logan! Please. Don't fall into a similar pit of despair I fell into so long ago. I never escaped that pit. Don't fall in it too.

I know how you like to cope Logan. You seek familiar things that remind you of that person. Thats why I did something for you. Under your bed is my all time favourite book, Good Omens, My favourite snacks and an USB with my playlist on it. I hope you love them as much as I did Logan. I'll write to you tomorrow.

~Janus Sanders

Janus wasn't lying when he found the little care package. Logan wasn't crying. Absolutely not! Patton was cooking with onions. Logan never released how much he loved chocolate covered pretzels and jazz until that moment.

The next day Logan didn't even bother to get dressed. He just grabbed the next letter. A soft pastel yellow with a blue seal. Logan tore it open, eger to read what the yellow side wrote next.

Dear Bluebell,

Kinda weird calling you that. But I guess I won't be alive long enough to see your negative reaction. Bluebells were always my favourite flower. Would it be rude to keep calling you bluebell? Well, I guess it's a little too late for that.

It just came to my attention that by this time tomorrow I'm going to be...Gone. I made the poison that would get rid of them. My venom is one of the only things that can kill a side. Would be a bit ironic dying from my own venom huh? Well, I might as well tell you my plan.

Do you remember that party you and the others snuck into? The masquerade? We're having another party tomorrow. And it was always my job to serve the wine. We can't have the others being suspicious to why I didn't drink my wine. They will be dead in less then ten minutes. My venom is painful. But it'll kill them. I'll kill them 10x over, I'm not looking forward to five minutes in where the venom shuts down your lungs.

Anyway, I'm a side known for plans right? Not always the best plans but it counts. I still remember debating with you as Patton. Maybe... Maybe I could sneak over today? Pathetic last wish, but I would love to have a hug and a movie. I'm going to head over to your side soon.

Bluebell Logan when I'm gone. I need you to do something for me. Don't let them forget me...Please. That is all I want. I don't want my body to be left inside of that empty house. I don't want to die next to the people I hate the most. All I ever wanted was to see you smile. I'll see you later today.

~Bumblebee

Logan was crying. That day... Janus asked for a hug and a movie.

He only gave Janus a hug after the look of heart break was too much for him to bear. Logan didn't wait to grab the next letter.

My Beloved Bluebell

Today is the day, I never thought I would admit this but... I'm scared. Do you think that there is Heaven and Hell for sides? If there is I guess I'm going to hell. Suicide is a sin. Not like anything else I've done deserves heaven.

I don't have very long for this letter. 30 minutes. I have 30 minutes till my heart stops. God I'm terrified. This is the last letter I'm writing Logan. I finished writing Virgil's letters yesterday. All thats left is your letter. And holy fuck I'm scared.

I have to do this, I overheard Wrath making a plan to overthrow the mind. I can't let that happen. I would fail at my only job. It doesn't matter if I'm scared or not, I need to do my job. Thomas would suffer if I didn't.

20 minuites, I have ten minutes till the party. My hand is shaking. Can you tell from my writing? I hope you can still read this. If you can't the letter is pointless.

Logan, I know that this is never something you would reciprocate but...

I love you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to take you to the moon for a honeymoon and take you dancing among the stars. I wanted to be the tired husband that has to deal with your legionds of roommates. Logan I love you so god damn much I can't put it into words. I know you could never love me though. Its ok.

Take care of yourself for me please. Don't let your beautiful family fall apart. Don't let the despair of my death cause one of yours. Don't let one of the others blame themselves. This is no ones fault but mine.

I love you

~Janus Sanders

Logan dropped the letter and let out the most agonizing scream that could ever come out of his mouth. He cried. He cried and cried and cried. He cried until no more sound came out and his eyes burned.

He didn't notice when the other four came into the room and held him close.

All Logan did was trace the words on the page.

"I love you too, my bumblebee."

The sides could only feel the hole in their heart grow bigger.

~~~~~

I made myself sad again. I CAN'T EVEN CRY! MY PARENTS ARE IN THE ROOM! Curse my own brain ;-;

Here it is!

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thisstableground · 4 years

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Headcanons for kidsnavi and young nina? I've been reading lots of your fics and love their brother/sister dynamic!! (sorry if this has already been done before oops)

usnavi is probably around 16-17 months older than baby nina, and since his mother is best friends with camila and his father with kevin, it’s inevitable that she’s a big part of his life.

nina comes home from the hospital a fairly short time after her birth with her exhausted but delighted parents, healthy and quiet. usnavi, recently learned to run at high speeds before he’s even bothered attempting to walk, is hurtling happily around the rosarios’ living room while the adults talk about the new arrival, and is veering dangerously close with his drunken baby-running to tripping right into the carseat where nina is placidly observing the brand new world around her. his mom says, “mind the baby, usnavi.”

“mind a bebé,” he says, and then noticing nina for the first time is so surprised he falls right off his feet, and scoots on his butt closer to the carseat to peek in cautiously. “oh! bebebé!”

he waves at her and says, “hi! hi!” she doesn’t wave back. she is, after all, less than a week old and so not particularly sociable yet, but she watches him with solemn fascination and if there’s one thing usnavi at this age loves, it’s having someone’s full and undivided attention on him.

he adores her immediately. he stops greeting camila and kevin at all, when they go round to visit, instead immediately demanding “my baby!” and trying to fling himself out of his mother’s arms to go hunting for nina if she isn’t in his line of sight. he does silly stompy dances in front of her to entertain her and when she is old enough to laugh usnavi is the first one to ever make her giggle. he chatters away to her in alternating spanish, english and baby-babble, but he’ll also sit as quietly and patiently as anyone has ever seen him when he’s holding her, his clumsy toddler hands careful when he’s feeding her her bottle, aggressively shushing anyone who talks when she’s asleep.

and nina, as a toddler when she develops awareness of these things, adores usnavi too. there is a period of a few years where she listens to absolutely everything he says and follows him everywhere she can, which is a source of terrible stress for everyone because usnavi is a sweet child but gets into a lot of mischief entirely by accident. but usnavi is basically her big brother, and so tiny nina wants to be just like him, and to learn everything from him.

he teaches her the alphabet song and clapping games and all his favourite animal noises. when she gets shy in front of other people, it’s usnavi who she stands behind and hides her face in his shirt. its usnavi who she whispers to about all her deep and important four year old secrets. on her first day of kindergarten, they both walk to school together with their moms, and usnavi holds her hand and says, “its okay, don’t be scared.”

nina learned to read at age three, long before she even started school. usnavi struggles far behind his grade on reading and writing, the gap only growing as he gets older, nina only overtaking further. at some point, it goes from her wanting to learn everything from him to him coming to her for academic advice, especially after he has a bad time in special education which makes him much less inclined to talk to adults about that kind of thing. sometimes he feels stupid next to her, but nina herself never treats him like he’s stupid and gets very heated when he implies that he is.

nina is a quiet, nervous, overly-mature for her age child, usnavi is loud and hyperactive and seems much younger than he is. when they get a little older, they start joking that even though she’s younger, usnavi is nina’s little brother. he makes her laugh and looks out for her and draws her out of being too self-serious so that she remembers to have fun. she gives him advice and listens to him patiently and encourages him to think a little more about things.

the one “fight” that nina ever gets into in elementary school is when someone trips usnavi on purpose in front of her at recess. she yells at the kid and pushes him over, which is so wildly uncharacteristic of her but she does it without even thinking about it then immediately has an entire panic attack because she’s going to be in So Much Trouble, but she also refuses to say sorry. of the several fights that usnavi gets into when he goes through a bit of a scrappy phase between age 6-8, three of them are in defense of nina.

usnavi, even when they’re into their teens, is the only boy that kevin allows to have sleepovers with nina. they’re just so clearly siblings that there’s never been any worry of anything untoward happening. there are many weekends that both of them stay at abuela’s and curl up in her bed with her, and spend all of saturday morning in their pajamas together, and go for walks holding one of abuela’s hands each. they make her shared hand-drawn birthday cards signed by both of them.

usnavi’s best friend is benny, of course. but in high school it’s nina that he goes to when he needs someone who will sit and listen quietly when he talks about how sometimes he feels like his head is just ready to explode with how much overthinking he’s doing and how he sometimes feels like his heart is trying to claw out of his chest with stress over the smallest things, and she nods and says “i understand” and he knows she does.

nina’s best friend is vanessa, of course. but out of her friends it’s usnavi who she first tells that she’s pansexual, and he nods and says “oh, that’s cool” and then hugs her when she bursts into relieved tears, and promises not to tell her parents or anyone else, not even benny, and even though he’s a blabbermouth about most things she knows he never, ever will, and when it’s just the two of them she talks to him about girls she likes and he never treats it like anything other than totally normal. ( he later turns out to be bi, which might explain it, but at the time they don’t know that, and either way it helps her immensely to know she’s still accepted)

neither of them, at any point in their relationships with each other’s respective best friends, feels the need to do an “if you hurt them” conversation. who would they trust more than each other?

nina, even though her parents told her that she should go home and rest and they’d stay with usnavi, sits in the waiting room of the hospital for a full day until, several hours after his wife is already gone, mateo de la vega flatlines too, and she watches her dad catch usnavi when he collapses. she holds usnavi’s hand silently in the car the whole way home.

usnavi, the day before nina goes back to stanford to retake her failed first year, stands with her on her fire escape and says, “nina, you could come back next week and say you changed your mind again, or they kicked you out, or you forgot how to read, and i still ain’t ever gonna be disappointed in you.” she doesn’t need to ask how he knew exactly what she was thinking without her saying a word.

in short: they are Siblings who Love and Support Each Other unconditionally.

#in the heights #usnavi de la vega #nina rosario #fandom: in the heights #character: usnavi #character: nina

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Heyo, can I get a bnha matchup? I'm a bisexual ENTP, but am mistaken as an introvert often due to being bad at social interaction and liking alone time. I talk a lot with people I'm comfortable with though. Sometimes I joke in serious situations. I don't worry that much and am carefree, though I can get randomly anxious sometimes. I'm a bit bad with emotions, but I've been told I can cheer people up because I'm optimistic. I'm a deep thinker and have been told a lot I'm smart.

Fnkdaofdnskao i really took a hot second with this one tbh 🥴 but here u go!! Also, since there was no gender listed, i just went w they/them pronouns!! If u want smth different, then just hmu and i can change it!! Also, i am so sorry i made the second one as more of a scenario?? And it was...oof. yikes. Sorry. This has become my style. Scenarios disguised as matchups. Im a liar

AS OF 05/25/2020 IM A LIAR ITS OUT TONIGHTTTT

#1 is…Denki!

okokokokok SO

Y’all meet during a training exercise!

It’s something similar to USJ, except it’s across several different schools and classes

And y’all had to find a bunch of objects

So there’s a mixed bundle of people

It’s a sort of competition

And everyone is sweating bullets

And honestly??

You’re just vibin

And i mean this like, you don’t really seem concerned.

You’re just chilling while everyone’s fighting, trying to find the best solution.

Naturally, you’re worried, too

But you know that it’s kinda useless to try and talk over Monoma and Bakugou

Now

Denki’s staying pretty quiet, too.

While it looks like he’s just vibing, too, but honestly?

He’s crazy nervous

Because here are all these super talented heroes-to-be, he feels like he’s gonna be glossed over

So as everyone’s duking it out, the two of you are just kinda...hanging in there

Now the thing is

You guys are avoiding eye contact.

Not in the sense of ‘oh my god, you atrocity to man,’

But in the ‘two bros chilling in a hot tub’ way.

So as the entire thing is falling on its head

You look over and notice that he’s trying desperately to remain chill.

He’s kinda fiddling with himself

And you nudge him a bit

And as he turns to look at you, you may or may not be screaming ‘what the FUCK did I just do??????’ in your head

But when he faces you, you just give him a thumbs up

Like that

And he’s kinda at a loss

But he takes it, and gives you a smile and a big ol’ thumbs-up, too!!

There’s no interaction again, until he nudges you

“Do you think they’ll come up with something?”

You shrug.

“Considering that the only brain cell in my class went to the Class Rep, and it doesn’t look like these guys their class brain cell, I don’t think so.”

Denki pulls back a snort before wiping his smirk off his face.

“Do you think...we could try? On our own?”

“Maybe.” You shrug again. “You’re the shock quirk user, right?”

Denki is stunned

Did someone remember him?

Woah

From here on out consider him whipped

“Yeah! What’s your quirk?”

“Crystallian.”

You watch his face go through a journey of emotions before settling on muffled confusion.

“Warping, basic elemental magic.” You play with some of your hair. “It’s all tied to a crystal I keep at home. If it’s safe, I’m safe.”

Denki nods.

He hadn’t heard of quirks where they have a variety of unrelated uses

But he’s there for it!!

You two begin to make your own plan to succeed in the exercise

And once y’all look over and realise that the arguing isn’t going to change, thanks to Monoma egging Bakugou on

Y’all dip

And by that, I mean you warp him and yourself to the highest point in the building

Took one (1) look at the lights

Shared a glance

And y’all took out the power

Within about thirty minutes, y’all have all the goods!!

Most folks are still trying to get used to the lack of light

So when your group presents the stuff to the teachers, Aizawa is tired but takes it

And so you guys pass!!

You and Denki talk more after

And he finds out that you’re part of a special school for kids with special quirks

Which off the bat sounds really bad

But you meet folks that are like you

and you tell him that he’d probably fit right in.

He’s over the moon!!! For once!!

Someone that takes him seriously!!

Y’all exchange numbers and the entire class can’t begin to fathom that holy shit Denki Kaminari got a s/o before anyone else in the class

Throws them all for a loop

And meanwhile Denki’s thriving w hugs and cuddles

#2 is…Momo!

Momo is...complicated

She’s in a rich family with a strong quirk

She’s got more than enough pressure on her shoulders

Especially since she was in 1-A, so the entire literal country of Japan has their eyes on her

And all the while she’s doing her best to focus, focus, focus

She wanted one day where she could be like Mina, Ochako, Tooru, Jirou, Tsu…

Normal.

So she does it

One morning, while her parents are gone, and before anyone else is awake

She ties her hair up and places it into a gaudy blonde wig

(Which was a massive pain in the ass, but that was the price of freedom)

She dons sunglasses, an outfit that in any other case she would die being caught in

Leaves her phone on her bed

Tiptoes down the stairs

And leaves

The moment she’s past the gates of her house and out of view, she lets out an enormous sigh

She has no idea what she’s going to do

But her heart races a little, because that was the beauty of it!!

She finally had no rules, short of the law

So she waltzes down the road, the city wakes up, and as the first hour drips by, she notices a distinct wave of youth

They’re not doing much, just relaxing in cafes and alleys

and Momo wonders if anyone is planning to send truant police

but considering she’s doing the same exact thing, she’s not gonna call them out

But as she passes by an arcade, she notices a group

They’re a bit more subdued than most of the others, just watching one of their friends play a dancing game and fail horribly

But most notably, Momo sees you

You’re snorting at the lanky girl who’s tripping over her own feet, but at the same time, it looks like you’re cheering her on

Momo’s curious, of course, but she also doesn’t want to intrude

But then one of them, a boy, turns and waves her over

She jumps because oh my god and makes her way over

“Hey, did you want to play? Sorry that Tsukki was hogging the game.” The boy says, and you turn and glance at her.

At first, Momo’s wondering if she should really join in, but then she sees you, fully…

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Unfortunately, you seem a bit closed off because you start talking to the last member of the party

Momo brushes it off and nods quickly

because goddamnit that’s what she’s here for

being a normal teenager

So she starts playing Tsukki

And Momo wipes the floor with her

Tsukki takes it well, fortunately, but it sparks conversation

“Where’d you learn to play?” The boy, Seong-Jin, kept on asking

Momo wasn’t crazy comfortable telling the Korean transfer student that she had ballroom classes

But as she’s about to make an excuse

She sees Present Mic out of the corner of her eye

And immediately panics

But before she can tell the four that she needs to hide, you come in clutch

You notice her look of panic and take off your jacket

And you drape it over her and pull up the hoodie.

At that point, all you can see is the bottom half of her face

(seeing as she never took off her sunglasses)

And a tuft of blonde hair

Present Mic even pops by for a second to ask how the kids were doing, and he didn’t recognise Momo

So crisis averted

Almost immediately afterwards, the five bail from the arcade and ask Momo why she freaked out

But then you speak up

“She doesn’t have to tell us. But next time you might need to bail, feel free.”

You gave her a soft smile, and when I tell you Momo’s face lights up

You two stick together for the rest of the day

And Seong-Jin, Tsukki, and the last person, Keito, are here for it

Bit by bit, they start separating into groups

That is, the Momo/YN group and the Everyone Else group

Soon enough, the three disappear to do something while Tsukki is shouting

And you and momo decide to take a break by a cafe, on a wall with foliage hitting your back

and you guys are talking as the sun begins to set

You guys talk about everything and anything

And Momo confesses it was the most fun she had in years

The way you talk to her is almost methodical, with how you seemed to tip toe around any insinuations or trauma.

“I know I only met you today, but if you ever need a place to crash…”

You trail off, playing a bit with your hands, but more out of awkwardness than anxiety.

Momo’s heart swells.

She manages out a ‘thank you’ before hesitantly leaning on your shoulder

And you take a deeeepp breath in

But you don’t nudge her off

And slowly she begins to fall asleep, and her wig is tilted and her sunglasses are askew

but you glance at her out of the corner of your eyes and give a soft smile

(that was not the last time you two met, and five years later at the altar, she’s wearing the same damn wig)

#3 is...Kirishima!

PINING

This sounds really simple

But Kirishima would absolutely pine after you for 3.8 million years

Y’all went to the same middle school and you were friends

And he’s all over you

Sometime between the first and third year of middle school he just fell head over heels

And so he tags along with you the entire time

But after the Giant Figure incident, and he says he’s won’t go to U.A., you get lowkey pissed

You tell him that he’s worked so hard, he’s come so far, why give up now, he’s only fourteen for god’s sake.

But he doesn’t listen

And you two don’t talk after that

After he decides to go for it and not live a life of regrets, he’s doing his best to become someone he wants to be

But the biggest looming regret he had was the fallout with you

And it was a nasty fall out-parents stopped talking, kids took sides, teachers knew

You went to a completely different school than what he thought you were

And he was pretty sure that due to the fallout and the constant movement of time, you changed your number

So he knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as just saying ‘You were right, sorry.’

It starts consuming him

Half of U.A. knows that he’s thinking about something

But it comes to a head when he’s sparring against Bakugou

And all he’s really doing is blocking

And bakugou loses his shit

“Get your fucking head out of the clouds and focus!”

“Sorry, dude!”

“What the fuck has you acting so damn stupid?”

Kirishima tells Bakugou, who gets it, but doesn’t really try to help

“Just tell her.” He hisses

But Kirishima’s nervous

And by the end of the week, he’s gotten a flurry of suggestions

People are coming up to him left and right, telling him what to do

And he just gets overwhelmed

On Saturday, he locks himself in his room until Mina knocks

She comes in and they start talking about you

And she mentions that she has your number, and that it really would matter if Kirishima was the one to text first

“YN supported you, and then it got rubbed in the dirt, and then ignored again. You need to be the one to say it, honestly, otherwise it’ll mean nothing.”

So he gets to work

He spends the rest of saturday trying to write it all out his emotions

But eventually he gives on getting them all neat and tidy, and just lets them ooze out

Sunday morning he gets up early and types it all out, willing his hands not to shake too much

Mina and Bakugou are there with him, and though Mina keeps making jokes and Bakugou doesn’t offer much in way of help, they’re there to support him

So when he sends it and lets out a sigh, Bakugou pats him on the back

“And now, we wait.” Mina murmurs, watching the phone with wide eyes.

And watching

And three days pass before Kirishima gets any sort of response

He’s expecting to be chewed out, to get the text equivalent of a teary welcome back

Not fucking eight ball.

But he clicks on it

And he wins, surprisingly

There’s a moment between his win and your text where he doesn’t dare breathe, just stand still

Before you text back

So.

ur in ua huh

guess you did it after all.

Yeah.

Again, sorry. I didn’t think a lot of stuff through back then.

figures lmao

u free next week?

For you?

I always am.

#matchup #matchups #anon matchup #bnha x reader

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