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darkchocolateoreozfox · 7 months

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the pier - shouta aizawa x f!reader series interest check - please rb if interested

ratings: 18+, minors dni

notes: based on a very odd dream, journalist/aspiring author reader, organized crime/gangs/yakuza, murder mystery, fantastical elements (mostly monsters and the like), no smut, shouta is married with children, the lov is shouta's ragtag group of criminal underlings. not possible without inspo from @fontanacollymore (ilysm girl)

warnings: dark content, horror, attempted sexual assault and murder (not by shouta), kidnapping and actual murder (by shouta), mentions of suicide that does not happen on-page, use and trafficking of drugs, lots of talk of violence and crime from various characters, mentions of psych wards character came from, probable but not explicitly stated age difference between shouta and reader, shouta is married to nemuri kayama but it's complicated on both sides

The constant, breathy roar of the waves and the layers of dark clouds overhead made the helicopter hard to see and hear. That and the unaffected stares of your companions made the helicopter seem insignificant, as mundane a part of the sky as the gulls, but it was all you could focus on as your heart quickened in your chest.

“Do you think it’s looking for me?” you asked despite yourself, willing your hope to not reach anyone’s ears. Your fingers itched for the manuscript in your desk drawer.

“It could be,” Shouta said, not taking his eyes off of the dark sky, his dark pupils following the circling helicopter, “but we get these all the time.”

“So don’t get your hopes up, little lady,” Dabi said with a grin, leaning back against the white-painted railing and taking a drag from his cigarette. “It won’t land. They never do. They know that Shig, Jin, and I would be on ‘em in a second.”

You didn’t doubt it, and that’s what made your heart sink. Shouta probably had too many connections, too many deals with the government for anything bigger than a lonely helicopter to fly in, and no pilot would be stupid enough to land alone. The island was too dangerous, too mysterious, too unfamiliar… and much, much too far away from safe land.

Your hands came up to rub over the goosebumps peppering your arms as you remembered something very important, something so odd of you to forget. These men, the ones who’d talked and laughed with you on the beach, and the one who’d smiled so softly at you as you played on the floor with his daughter, were the same ones holding you captive. This island, so strange yet so beautiful, was the cage Shouta held the key to. You took note of how they all stood: Shouta to your left, Jin in front of you, and Dabi behind; all within perfect distance to spring on you if you ran out into the open, calling out to the helicopter’s pilot.

Would being seen even make a difference?

As you watched the helicopter turn around and slowly fly back towards the horizon, you realized that leaving the island and publishing your manuscript was not a matter of when, but a matter of a very, very big if.

~ excerpt from part one: so i'm telling you that you'll be safe with me

#dark content #shouta x you #shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #bnha #shouta #shiggy #oreo crunches #oreo writes #interest check #dabi #aizawa x reader

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oreozfox · 2 months

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New Rumic Chat chapter is up!! Had fun writing this one!

#inuyasha #ranma 1/2 #oreo crunches #ranma ½ #rumic world #urusei yatsura #rinne #kyoukai no rinne #mao manga #Oreo writes #it's a Rumic chat

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wcphasesofthemoon · 6 months

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Book One: New Moon Prologue

TW for kitting

Wind whistled between towering twoleg dens and blew trash along the thunderpaths. In a small alley closed off on one side by a fence, Red was vaguely aware of Branch hovering around her, adding anything remotely soft to her nest and nosing over a shallow, cracked bowl full of rainwater. Anxiously, Red looked up at her, opening her mouth to say something, to ask a question about what was going on with her body, but all that came out was a cry of pain.

Deep down, she also wondered where Snowscar was. She hoped he wasn’t around; the last thing Red wanted was for him to be caught. However, her thoughts were interrupted as she felt something emerge from her, and she gave another, more alarmed cry. A moment later, a little golden bundle slid out of her. Branch licked it until it mewed and began to squirm.

Branch then nudged the kit towards Red’s belly, and Red curled around it as much as she could. Then, she gasped at another pain. The second kit was coming. With one last lick to her precious kit, Red bore down on the contraction. Agony fell over her like a mist, and Red found it hard not to panic. Next, out came a tiny black and white kit, and Red’s heart sank. Was it Bone’s?

Branch licked the second kit clean before placing it next to Red as the former kittypet pushed once more. Out came a red and white kit, which Branch placed next to its littermates just in time for the final, light brown tabby to be born.

“Two toms and two she-cats,” Branch announced, peeling the sac from her youngest kit’s body and licking it until it mewled, before nudging it to her belly. “Well done, Red.”

Branch stepped out afterwards, likely to hunt for rats, and her kits slept soundly. Just as Red had somewhat fearfully expected, Snowscar picked that time to visit, using his silence to his advantage. When he saw the kits for the first time, his eyes clouded up, and he trembled a bit. It was like there was no doubt they were his.

He lifted his head to look at Red, his sharp blue eyes full of wonder and gratitude. He took a couple of steps towards her, his nose wrinkling at the smell of blood before his eyes filled with concern. Red smiled reassuringly at him, and he continued his approach.

Snowscar began to purr, his features relaxing into soft warmth. Red purred in response, knowing he could feel the vibrations, and rested her head on her paws. Then, Snowscar sat down beside her, nodding his head as if prompting her. After a moment’s confusion, Red realized that he wanted to know their names.

Bone had visited earlier, and took the liberty of naming the sons Moon and Lion. Meanwhile, Red had named the daughters Parsely and Heron, and she told Snowscar as much, her voice rasping with fatigue as she carefully mouthed each word.

Snowscar nodded in approval, smiling a bit wistfully. He stared at the kits for a long while before rubbing his head against hers, firmly and emotionally. Then, he took his reluctant leave. Before he jumped the fence, however, he turned back and gave her one last look, fire in his eyes.

I’ll be back for you. I’ll get you out of here, I promise.

#erin hunter warriors #oreo crunches #oreo writes #warrior cats #warriors #warriors fanfic #warrior cats au #warriors au #snowkit #bloodclan

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maenjiro · 7 months

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cookiE and cream 𖦹 headcanons

ft. wakasa x afab!reader

synop + cw: wakasa and his oral fixation aka pussy drunk wakasa is the best wakasa. oral (reader receiving) and everything that may come with that

a/n: hmu if this is any good

old news but this man has THE oral fixation

so he dives in, he takes without asking. anywhere, anytime no matter what.

the gym, mostly the changing rooms otherwise he knows his friend would give him shit for it also he really is trying to be more mindful of other people but again, he has no shame when he's hungry

his house, your house, any place you can have some alone time

he makes you wet with all the shit he’s saying about eating you out

might not even be something extremely dirty but he’s so straight forward he can make you pretty flustered.

gets all frantic when he needs his mouth on you but you're wasting time talking

might pin you against the wall and just get on his knees

lift one of your legs on his shoulder to have more access, closes his eyes and the first moan he lets out is pure bliss

your legs shaking will never be enough for him to stop

or on the bed when he's on top of you, this bitch would lower his head down to kiss you and stop abruptly smirking “whoops, wrong lips”

next thing you know he has your legs on his shoulder and is worshipping your cunt

the rare times he's not in a frenzy to have his tongue make circular motion between your folds he will spread them with his fingers and smile at the sight

low breathy moan against your pussy

moves his tongue like he's starving, he is pussy drunk and he shows it

makes sure his tongue is keeping you all wet and hot

he's messy yet very precise, he knows where to lick and how much pressure will make you see stars

also will prod at your hole with his thumb and keep teasing you around your entrance with feathery touch that will make you clench around nothing (the bastard will smirk against you)

soo i bet he has some tooth rotting nicknames for you and i swear i know he would non ironically call you oreo... and you would tell him to stop calling you that

and he looks at you almost offended “not when i have your legs spread open for me and i’m about to lick your cr-” either you cover your face with the pillow or push his head against your core

endless cycle of him sucking on your clit and poking it with his tongue

overstimulates you and he doesn't even do that on purpose he just loses tracks of time (will make you cum at least three times i'm sorry but i don't make the rules, he does)

you can't even pull away cause his grip on your legs is tight, holding onto your thighs for dear life not to spiral

i wouldn't be surprised if he ended up falling asleep between your thighs

#the oreo thing is canon i know because he calls me that all the time 😔👌#wakasa smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #wakasa x reader #tokyo rev smut #𓏲 𓂃 ✒️ ❛ writing ༉‧₊#writing:// tokrev #feat:// wakasa #lil rant in the tags none will ever see bc anxiety came to visit so yea i feel SO NOT enough for this i wanna cry but wtv #i really feel like an outsider and feel like this is not my place either i rlly don't know why i can't feel welcome anywhere #i just want be at least perceived and have people i can share my interests with and love for characters #but it does always feel left out and like there's no room for me at all – i rlly care about this but idk how to do it

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zukkababey · 28 days

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to everyone who still comments on the sokka vs. zuko oreo debate in TMS, i love you and i laugh every time. thank you 🥹

#who knew people can get so riled up about oreos #that was just a random scene i had fun writing at work one day LOL #1000% not in the original outline haha #that midnight sky #*

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acermp100 · 1 month

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WAWA WEEK PART 3: REVENGE OF THE WAWA

27/3 - Official art/outfit: DEMON SERI (woo) Soooo I wasn't gonna do this day but I had some extra shorts for my Demon Au fic: Hollow. And this one was cute. So have a demon Seri!

If you have not read my fic, let me sum up: Serizawa is an incubus and sucks at it. I mean he can be sexy and all that but he's not into the corrupting of humans and draining them of their souls. Annnnd then he falls in love with Reigen. Here's the link:

DISCLAIMER: While this short is general audience, my AO3 Hollow fic IS NOT. I mean Seri is an incubus so yeah, you've been warned.

OK SO THIS SHORT: There were a few spoilers for the AU as a whole so I edited them out. This is waaaay near the end of the AU. Demon Wawa babysits the esper kids. It's cute.

General Audiences. Video games, junk food, adorable.

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“What? What the heck was that?!”

A wireless controller floated in the air along with the last bits of nachos. Serizawa fell back onto the couch, glaring at the screen with his fangs bared.

“A creeper.” Mob sipped at his soda. The death message displayed on the screen. “They sneak up next to you and blow up.”

Shou was trying to stifle his laughter.

A forked tail lashed back and forth. “My house…” The demon’s voice trailed off, bowing his head as he gave into the defeat.

“Yeah, hate those things.” Teru was sitting in front of Mob on the floor, letting the others have the couch. “You picked up the game pretty quick though. Took me like 5 days to build anything my first time.”

Mob held up a hand and recovered the idly hovering controller with his own powers. “I just went around picking flowers and making farms.”

“Don’t worry, Seri.” Shou nudged the demon in front of him with his foot. “We can find an easier game for you.”

“Oh?” Serizawa shifted his glowing eyes toward the kid. “Like how you play Animal Crossing?”

Shou was about to throw some searing quips back in defense before Ritsu walked in with a filled bowl in one hand and a stacked plate in another.

“Alright, here’s the next round of snacks.” He started distributing the food. “Found some popcorn in the top of the pantry and even some cookies.”

“Score!” Teru leapt up and took some cookies for himself.

The sound of munching filled the room. Mob and Ritsu’s parents wanted to spend their anniversary at a fancy restaurant and later a nice hotel stay. The date happened to fall on the same time the esper kids all had a sleep over planned. Can’t pass on video games, junk food, and staying up way too late. Normally, Reigen stepped up to be the adult in the room, but he claimed to have prior responsibilities- (removed for Hollow spoilers :P just pretend he’s stocking up on ghost fighting stuff or something). Dimple went along just having to see what that could even be about. That left the only real adult known by the family to be Serizawa. Adult being a very lose term. Being 337 did garner him the title of ‘not an irresponsible child’, but it’s not like someone of his origins was used to babysitting middle schoolers.

Ritsu flopped down onto the couch next to Shou. “You know.” He lightly tapped Serizawa’s back with a foot. The wings jerked in response. “We aren’t really allowed to eat this crap 99% of the time.”

“Yeah.” Mob looked down at the buttery popcorn in the bowl. “Not even Shishou lets me have bad snacks at the office.”

Serizawa gave a snort and chuckled to himself. “Yeah, and? You three were out in the woods for over a day on that last exorcism job. And Shou was training with me. It’s the least you deserve to have a fun night.” He glanced over at the kids with a glint in his red eyes. “Plus, I’m a demon. We don’t exactly follow the rules.”

The kids laughed back, enjoying the junk food.

“Alright, now that I’m back, racing time!” Ritsu held up the game box and started switching out discs. “Serizawa, you watch a few rounds first, since you’ve never played.”

“Wait, is that Mario Cart?” Serizawa leaned forward and grinned from ear to ear. “We got this back at our apartment. Give me a controller, you kids are gonna get destroyed.”

“You’re on!” Teru picked up the last controller and all five started playing.

Light flashed from the screen: the only real source in the dimly lit room. Night had long fallen with the stars and moon lending a bit of a glow from the windows. Empty glasses, bowls and dishes piled up. They’d regret that entire pack of oreos in the morning, but it didn’t matter with everyone enjoying themselves. Cries of rage and victory shouts could be heard all the way up until midnight from the home.

“Are you kidding me!?” Ritsu fell to his side, leaning against his brother with a face full of frustration. “How are you this good?”

Mob gave him an encouraging pat on the back. “You still beat me and Hanazawa every time.”

Teru’s hair stood on end. “Hey!” He glared behind himself. “It was that only that one time.”

“Yeah, and I’m coming in second every race.” Shou beamed with over exaggerated pride.

“Only second place.” Serizawa was grinning, holding a clawed hand out with the controller slowly spinning above the palm. “Sorry, boys. I was trained by Reigen-san himself.”

“Figures.” Ritsu crossed his arms. “That guy probably knows just when to throw a shell.”

“Heh.” A blush. The demon shook his head. “Well, I can never beat him. So I guess that’s just what we have to work for: getting Reigen in here for a beat down.”

“Pfff.” A scoff, Shou chewing on a hand full of nachos before continuing. “I doubt he’s THAT good.”

“Oh yeah, that reminds me.” Mob leaned over and showed his cell phone to Serizawa. “He texted about an hour ago. Told me we all better be in bed.”

Serizawa checked his own phone. “Ha. I got one too.” A shrug to go with his fang filled smile. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Any other multiplayer games we got?” Teru was digging through the basket they kept all the accessories in, looking for another disc or box. “Oh hey! Your parents let you buy the new Doom?”

Ritsu nodded, going for another cookie. “Yeah, they don’t really care about the age limits.” He continued through a full mouth. “Guess with what we go through on a daily basis it doesn’t matter.”

Serizawa took a look at the cover. “Huh.” He raised an eyebrow. “What is this one about?”

“It’s great. Lots of action.” Mob started to playfully kick his feet with Teru setting up the console. “There’s this evil cooperation that is trying to siphon energy from hell and they-“

“Mob.” Ritsu whispered.

But his brother didn’t hear. “They summon these portals and you got to kill a bunch of demons and, oh- Wait.”

Teru and Ritsu were staring at Mob, trying to beam their thoughts directly into his head. Shou once again had to stop himself from laughing.

Mob looked at the floor. “Sorry, Serizawa.”

Seri blinked, not understanding the big deal. “Kill demons? With what?” He pointed at the box. “Guns and stuff?”

“Yeah, there’s like rocket launchers and energy weapons.” Teru answered.

The demon held back a chuckle, eyes glowing brighter. “Yeah no. That won’t work.”

Ritsu handed him the controller for player one. “Alright. Let’s see how good you are on your first try.”

The rest of the night was spent cheering Serizawa on as he made his way through the levels, barely scraping by in the fast paced action. Right around when the sun began to rise, the kids started yawning and losing their ability to speak coherently. The demon set them all up in Mob’s room with futons and some water bottles in case the junk food got a bit too much for their heads. It took a solid hour to tidy up the mess, crumbs, and left over snacks. In the end, he sat alone on the couch with the TV off, wings taking up the remaining spots. No need for him to sleep. Instead he took to watching over the house like a good guardian angel. Well- close enough.

“The little demons are asleep. No need to worry.” He texted Reigen, who he knew was still up.

“Ok. Never call them that again.” There were a few moments as Reigen was no doubt frantically typing on his out of date flip phone, (more Hollow spoilers shhh). “Did you enjoy yourself? You seemed nervous to be alone with them for an entire night.”

“It was nice. They don’t mind at all what I am.”

Serizawa sensed the kid’s peaceful, slumbering auras above and let out a sigh. A hint of whispering met his ears. Telling scary stories. He wondered if he would have gotten to do that if he was born a human. Childhood remained a fickle concept to him: born innocent and learning, growing into a completely new state of being all while ever absorbing the world around you. He guessed he had the last part down, at least on a basic level. Grinning, the demon bit into the small pile of cookies he had saved for himself, tail wagging. There were little bits of chocolate and peanut butter in these. Humans shall forever surprise him.

Reigen texted again. “Has Shou come down yet to take more food from the fridge?”

As if on cue, Serizawa heard footsteps from behind. A white light poured over the floor as the fridge was opened. He scoffed, holding up a clawed hand and shutting the door before anything else happened.

“Hey!” Shou stood in hamster print pajamas with arms crossed, glaring at his demonic babysitter. “Not cool.”

“You’ve had enough to last three sleepovers.” Glancing over his shoulder, Serizawa knew he didn’t even have to get up with Shou’s point of view consisting of his red eyes and low voice. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later when you wake up with a bit less of a stomach ache.”

“Fine.”

Louder footsteps as Shou trudged back up, accented with a few whispers. Serizawa stretched his wings and found himself letting out a yawn. Picking up his phone, he idly texted Reigen back.

“Now I understand what you meant by how you felt like you were a single parent.”

“THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT.” A few random emoticons followed. Serizawa smiled down at his phone. Another text came through a few minutes later. “They do grow on you though.”

Now lying on the couch, Serizawa wrapped his wings around himself and gazed out the window- the beginning glow of the sun rise left the clouds red amid early morning bird song. One last check on the kid’s auras. Finally asleep.

“They sure do. See you later today, Taka.” He blushed, leaving a little heart at the end.

The demon allowed his breathing to fall relaxed. All the while his mind thought of future favors he could do for the kids. Trips to the zoo, celebrating graduation, even picking out birthday gifts for them. He’d never done that before. Never had a family before. A real family. His phone buzzed again and he checked the screen.

“Love you too, Tsuya.”

The tip of his tail flicked in happiness.

#running out of silly movie sequel titles #help #serizawaweek2024 #demon seri doesnt like to swear #demon serizawa #minecraft with out any introduction is hard as fuck ok #did you survive your first night?#i have not played any new doom but i assume the plot is the same #ever eat an entire pack of oreos #my writing #yes i wrote part of this to sandy's city you caught me #he's their guardian angel :P #mp100 #mp100 fan fic

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oreoambitions · 1 year

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Kara hangs some four feet off the floor, palms sweating, legs trembling, and tries not to close her eyes. Four feet might as well be forty. Might as well be four hundred. The move is a drop knee and a reach up with the left hand and she can do it, has done it before, has to do it again because otherwise fear wins this one and since when does Kara Danvers let fear win? She turns the knee in but the left hand has a mind of its own and it wont let go. If she lets go she’s going to fall. And if she falls…

She pushes off the wall and drops the four feet with ease, lets her knees fold, indulges in an unnecessary backwards flop onto the mat. She stays there for a long moment, eyes on thick wooden rafters high above, chest heaving with what feels even to her to be unnecessary drama. The absurdity of it all would make her laugh if the frustration of it all weren’t burning hot through her veins. It’s a V0. It’s a climb for beginners. For Kara, it should have been nothing.

But today it’s something. Alex would say, we are taking each day for what it is. We are meeting each day as we are. We are refusing to swell in the past. Easy for Alex to say.

Kara rolls to her feet to take up a perch on the cubbies just off the mat. A couple of minutes and some water and she can try again. It’s about the strength of her will, isn’t it? The body is strong. Not as strong as it once was, but strong enough. It’s the mind that falters. A boy no older than 14 scrambles up a route of tiny chips, his weight all on his fingertips and toes, defying gravity 16 feet straight up with no hesitation, and Kara looks away. There is nothing, and everything, to fear. And isn’t that what she’s come here for? To look fear in the eye and win? Because if she wins…

“Injury?”

Kara startles so hard she almost knocks her own water bottle out of her hand. The woman who settles down onto the cubbies next to her suppresses a smirk. Kara tries without success to suppress her own heartbeat. Green eyes meet hers for half a second and flicker away. Suddenly Kara finds herself fascinated by the loose thread on the seam of her climbing pants.

“Sorry,” the newcomer says. “I know it’s hell of an assumption. I just thought- I’ve seen you around a couple of times.”

Kara has seen her around too, because, and she means this in the gayest possible way, shoulders. The woman beside her is, according to all available evidence these past few weeks, allergic to shirts. Addicted to sports bras. And she’s clearly never skipped a training day in her life, because shoulders. Has Kara mentioned the shoulders? And let’s not talk about the abs. Kara cannot, in fact, look away from the abs. She makes a noble effort to redirect her attention to the lose thread.

“I just joined a couple weeks ago,” she chokes out.

“Lena.”

Kara is so busy looking the other way she hesitates far too long before taking the hand offered to her. Who shakes hands these days anyway? But she takes it, and then she hesitates another moment too long before letting go, because warm.

“Kara,” she replies.

“You don’t move like a new climber, Kara,” Lena comments. “But I never see you on anything steeper than a V1, so I’ve been wondering. And it’s super rude of me,” she concedes, nudging Kara with another smirk, “ but I thought I’d just ask because, as it happens, I am also working some lower grade problems right now because I tore my ACL a little while back.”

“You tore your-”

Lena waves her off. “Happens. So I was wondering if-”

“Happens?” God. Humans are fragile. And reckless. And well muscled. And warm. God. Focus.

“So I was wondering if you wanted to be my injury recovery accountability buddy. You know? We can hype each other up, remind one another that there’s no shame in easier climbs. Maybe we can meet up and do a couple workouts off the wall, some prehab, some core. That sort of thing.”

What Kara should say is, “Sure, but if we’re doing that, I’m definitely gonna need your number.” Maybe not. Maybe something similar to that but smoother and paired with some kind of winning smile. Kara has never before this moment worried about whether her smile is winning or not. What she says instead is, “I’m actually not injured. It’s- I can’t get out of my head.”

Lena nods slowly, her gaze joining Kara’s on the loose thread now twisted tight between Kara’s fingers.

“So…” she says after a long pause, “Was it a fall?”

For an instant, Kara is there again. And it is four hundred feet rather than four, and the concrete rushing up so fast below her, and the taste of ash in her mouth, the smell of iron and blood choking and choking her as the wind whips past, and then the crack-

“Yeah,” she says. Her fingers flex. “And now I can’t- And now I’m scared of heights. And I’m-” Human, she almost says. “And I’ve lost a lot of strength.”

Lena reaches out to tug the loose thread from between her fingers. “Just because it’s in your head,” she says, “Doesn’t mean it isn’t an injury.”

That’s the kind of thing Alex would say. That’s the kind of thing that would make Kara want to roll her eyes on a good day - would, on a bad day, make her want to scream and rage against the unfairness of a solar flare that might just never end, against the tedium of building strength and endurance one slow painful day at a time, against the weeks piling one on the other, the waiting, the fear, the courage that never comes back to her no matter how hard she tries.

Coming from Lena, it isn’t so bad. Lena’s hand lingers on Kara’s a moment too long, and Kara decides the line. “Guess I’ll need your number if we’re gonna be accountability buddies.” She tries the winning smile too, risks a glance back up into those too green eyes, just for good measure.

Lena laughs. Her hand is still on Kara’s, that loose thread between her fingers. “Guess so,” she replies.

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #kara zor el #bouldering au #I don't know if I love this one #but I wanted to put something down for the first week of the year #and I promised y'all a bouldering ficlet a while back so #here you go!#a gift!#oreo writes #ficlet

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hamartia-grander · 1 year

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Losing my mind over the animation at the beginning of this re4r cast stream taking notes for character headcanons and details

#Luis's favourite snack is Oreos write that down write that down Ada likes to play charades WRITE THAT FUCKING DOWN #resident evil 4 remake #re4 remake #re4r #ada wong #luis serra #leon kennedy #ashley graham #re4 #resident evil 4 #las plagas fam

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darkchocolateoreozfox · 1 year

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Wrenching

Shouta Aizawa x Reader (1258 words)

This is sfw, but this blog is not. Minors and ageless blogs DNI. I check each notification.

Warnings: angst, loss, low self-esteem, unhealthy coping mechanisms. Not quite a happy ending?? Kind of a neutral ending.

Notes: This is just a slightly modified EraserJoke fic from my Ao3, where I removed all things I deemed unique to their relationship. You don't have to be like Joke to enjoy this one! lol

Also, this was written to be pre-canon, but I suppose it doesn't matter. Anyway, enjoy!

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His form is sloppy.

You never thought you’d think that while watching Shouta train, but it was true. Left, right, left, right; he struck at the chest-high wooden pole, wrapped in thick rope for extra toughness with the swords he held in each hand, one at a time. The swords he’d never been able to grasp…

Not in the way Shingo had.

Your heart ached at the thought of the aged Pro, Shouta’s father, who’d died just a couple of weeks prior. He’d been known for his technique with his double swords, on top of the Erasure Shouta had inherited. The sword skills, however, had not been passed down quite so smoothly.

Shouta hated it. He always had; that much you knew, but he’d only gotten like this once before, when his cloudy-haired friend had been killed. Somehow, loss made him that much angrier at his perceived deficit.

The imperfect form wasn’t all because of that, though. You knew that. Shouta was injured, but he wasn’t letting that stop him. He wasn’t listening to reason at all. That was why you had come in the first place.

Shouta grunted each time he swung, whether from frustration or pain you weren’t sure, but you knew that the rigorous exercise couldn’t be good for the cracked ribs that lay under his purpled flesh. The blades had cleaved through some of the rope now, and were working deep grooves into the wood. Splinters scattered every which way with every slash, but Shouta wasn’t satisfied. No, he wouldn’t be until the pole was cut fully in half.

Alas, it was not to be. With one last swing, Shouta cut halfway through the wood, but when he pulled back, the sound that left him was definitely pained. The sudden jerk had aggravated his injury, and with a strangled cry his hand sprang off of the sword’s handle, like it had burned him. He stumbled hard into a sitting position, driving another sharp, pained sound from his lips. Instinctively, he curled around the source of his misery, hugging his midsection and shaking. You felt another sympathetic pang.

The pang worsened, however, when the first sob left him.

Shouta’s wasn’t crying from the pain; at least, you didn’t think. No, those tears were frustrated. Harsh and raw and angry, with gritted teeth and tightly shut eyes trying to keep them in. When Shouta shed tears, they were like this.

Shouta rasped out a swear, his shoulders shuddering. With a cracked, furious yell, he threw his other sword to the side, so hard that it clanged against the ground, cursing again.

Before you could think about it, you were at his side, gently rubbing his back and stroking his hair, murmuring comforts with her own voice deeply pained. “I know, I know… It’s okay, Shouta. It’s going to be okay.”

Shouta’s sobs began to quiet, but he said nothing. He didn’t try to stop you, so she just kept talking to him. He just glared at the ground with reddened, glossy eyes, chest heaving erratically with his shaky breaths. He just looked so angry at the world.

“After everything,” Shouta finally growled, muscles tensing, “After everything, I still can’t do a freaking thing right. Couldn’t get my act together for Oboro… F-For Dad… I really am useless.”

“You are not,” you said firmly. Shouta looked up at her, and behind the biting rage, she saw pure misery in his eyes. “Come on, okay?” you added gently. “Let’s go get you cleaned up. I’ll get you something to drink, too.”

Shouta grunted, keeping his gaze bitterly averted. Even though he was so close now, to you he felt hundreds of miles away. Uoi wondered if he’d even heard you. He just shook with the force of another suppressed sob, lowering his head more as if intentionally obscuring his tear-streaked features.

“I feel…” he croaked after a long pause, not lifting his head. He swallowed. “Think I’m gonna pass out.”

Despite the alarm that filled you at that statement, you nodded as calmly as you could. “Okay. Okay. I’ve got you. Just try to breathe.”

Shouta nodded, still not looking up, but he seemed to follow your instructions. He didn’t speak any more for a time, letting her keep him steady. When at last the color seemed to return to his ears and neck (all you could really observe at the the moment), he heaved a shaky sigh. “Dad got hit, and I went berserk. I… I should’ve kept my wits about me. I should have gone to get help. I could’ve gotten Recovery Girl, or at least the paramedics. I could have… he could have…” he finally whispered, voice strained as if he was trying to force his voice back to normal now that his tears were subsiding.

“There was no saving him once he got hit,” you replied evenly. “You did everything you could. You helped to defeat the villain who killed him, and you were with Shingo as he passed.”

Shouta said nothing.

At some point you were able to walk him into the house, past the rooms of the house’s inhabitants– his brother Aki, emotionally exhausted and hopefully asleep; his other brother Hanzo, also physically exhausted from his urgent move back home and no doubt asleep, if his soft snores were any indication; and his mother Asuka, now alone in her futon. You had Shouta sit on the couch and brought him a water to sip before you went to run a bath for him. Once it was prepared, you returned, finding Shouta sitting hunched over just about identically to before.

“Hey,” you whispered. “How are you feeling now? Still faint?”

Shouta shook his head silently.

“Good,” you murmured, kneeling so that you could get as close to making eye contact as possible. “I ran a bath for you. Go get in, okay? It’s gonna be all right.” You paused, before adding a soft, “I love you, you hear me?”

Shouta mumbled something, fatigued and clumped together, but it sounded like, “I love you too.” You moved closer so that your bodies touched, and Shouta rested his damp forehead on your shoulder. Then finally, finally, he lifted his head, his eyes grateful and somehow remorseful, yet bleary and almost unfocused even as they met yours. Still, they met yours. That was all you needed.

“Think you can get up?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, good. I’m right here,” you reminded him as the both of you stood up together, Shouta wincing from the pain still fresh in his ribs. He was due for a shave, you observed, and he had dark rings under his eyes. He looked so worn and brittle, but affection still surged in your chest at the sight of him, if not more so now than before. “Come on, Shouta,” you urged gently, guiding him to the bathroom.

Once the two of you arrived, you reached up to card her fingers through his hair once before turning to leave and give him privacy. That was, until he spoke again. “You’d best go home. I’ll be fine. You need your rest.”

“So do you,” you retorted at once. Shouta exhaled through his nose, his gaze lowering.

“I’m going to be all right,” Shouta assured you almost half-heartedly.

You sighed, knowing you probably shouldn’t believe him. “I’m gonna stay until you get out of the bath, in case you get dizzy again. Then I’ll go home. Call me tomorrow and tell me how you’re doing, okay?” Shouta nodded, and reluctantly, you took your leave.

#shouta aizawa #eraserhead #aizawa x reader #angst #shouta x reader #shouta x you #eraserhead x you #eraserhead x reader #merry christmas eve!#oreo crunches #oreo writes #bnha #shouta

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Enter Uncle Bander

A little one-shot I threw together for my Junior Jack story. @artistefish I think you'll be glad to hear about the newest addition to Takashi's family! More info after the one-shot. Bander Book spoilers ahead!

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Black Jack grunted appreciatively as Pinoko rubbed at a particularly bothersome knot in his back. She sat behind him on their picnic blanket, kneading his tense muscles as their robotic son Takashi slept in a cozy carrier beside them.

The breeze whipping around them was getting cooler, but Black Jack was hesitant to go inside. Pinoko had been right; having a picnic on their own little beach was very nice. Besides, it wasn’t as if they had to worry about their inorganic little one catching cold. He’d never have an ailment of any sort, Black Jack thought as he gazed fondly down at the baby; but he could very well grow to treat them in humans.

Suddenly, Black Jack heard a low whirring in the distance. While he’d gotten used to the mechanical hums and clicks his son sometimes emitted, the sound clearly wasn’t coming from him, but somewhere on the horizon, slightly muted by the ocean wind. He squinted at the line where the water and sky met with a sound of puzzlement.

There it was; a steadily-growing dot above the sea. “What in the world…?” he murmured, moving to stand.

“Is that an airplane?” Pinoko inquired, also noticing the dot.

“I hope not,” Black Jack said tensely. “It’s flying much too low, and it’s headed straight for our island.”

Nervous, Pinoko picked up their son, backing away from the water as the dark shape grew bigger and bigger. As its features became clear, Black Jack realized that it wasn’t a plane, but some sort of spacecraft. He hadn’t seen one in person in many years; not since that day seven years ago, when he effectively left an old part of his life behind.

The spaceship slowed as it reached the shore, before coming to a complete stop and beginning to lower itself onto the sand. It made contact with the ground, kicking up a cloud of sand, before settling and allowing its hatch to open.

What Black Jack saw waiting for him made his heart seem to stall in his chest. There stood a young human man, perhaps in his early to mid twenties, with a shock of fiery red hair topped with a lightning-bolt-shaped ornament above his forehead. He wore shining, plated armor beneath his cloak and sash, and he stared out at Black Jack with wide eyes.

“I… I can’t believe it…!” the young man managed, overtaken by tremors.

Black Jack himself took a step back, slowly shaking his head in disbelief, his heart pounding from the shock, and his head reeling from the recognition.

“Is that you, my brother?” the young man asked, taking a step forward. “Yes, there’s no doubt about it! You’re alive!” he breathed, his voice growing thick with oncoming tears.

“B-Bander…”

“Brother!!” Bander cried, rushing down the opened hatch so fast that he nearly tripped, crossing the beach with arms outstretched. “Black Jack, my brother!!”

“Bander… Bander!” Black Jack felt his own eyes sting as he took a couple of steps forward, before rushing to meet Bander’s embrace.

“Brother!” Bander exclaimed once more, colliding with Black Jack so hard he nearly bowled them both over. He’d certainly gotten stronger over the past seven years. That was apparent in his grip on Black Jack as he pulled him close, shaking all the while, as if terrified that he’d disappear again.

“I’m so glad–... I can’t believe–... I’m—” Black Jack struggled, but could not seem to articulate the emotion that swelled in his chest.

Bander looked up at him, his eyes watery. “I missed you so much, my brother!” was all he managed to say before the dam burst and he began to weep, holding Black Jack close again. “Aah, brother…!” he sobbed. “I knew you were alive! I just knew it! I… I’m so happy!”

“Is Mimuru on the ship? Do you want her to see you crying like this?” Black Jack asked him, though he trembled as well.

It took Bander a moment to collect himself enough to say anything comprehensible. “How can you say that? We’re finally reunited, after so long…!”

“I think I cried all my tears about our separation long ago,” Black Jack admitted, “but what’s the point of crying now? We’re reunited, as you said.”

Bander nodded, rubbing furiously at his eyes to rid them of tears. “By the way, brother, did you hear about Princess Marina?”

Black Jack hummed the affirmative. “I returned to the site of the battle after I recovered, and found that beautiful tree growing where the Mother robot once stood… I put the pieces together on my own after that.”

Bander sniffed. “She probably chose to grow there so that Mother’s parts could not be salvaged… she was so brave.”

“Indeed,” Black Jack agreed solemnly.

When a short silence lapsed between them, Bander glanced over Black Jack’s shoulder. “And is that your wife? Have I missed that much?”

“Yes,” Black Jack confirmed, turning his attention back to Pinoko. “Come here, Pinoko, and I’ll introduce you. This is Bander, the younger brother I was separated from twice. The last time was a couple of years before we met.”

Pinoko smiled. “So this is the Bander boy you told me about! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Pinoko Hazama,” she greeted with a respectful bow.

Bander returned her bow at once. “The pleasure’s all mine!” When he lifted his head, his eyes brightened as they fixed on Takashi. “So that must be your child!”

Black Jack nodded. “His name is Takashi. He was made three months ago.”

Bander looked back at him, blinking. “Made?”

“It’s a very long story,” Pinoko chuckled, bending down to collect the picnic blanket into the basket with her free hand. “Please, Bander, come inside. I’d say we have a lot of catching up to do!”

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So in the Junior Jack universe, Black Jack and Bander's situation more closely follows BJ's canon backstory. They're seven or eight years apart instead of five, making Bander just an infant when BJ's accident happened. BJ's dad couldn't deal and skipped town afterwards, leaving Bander at the hospital with his injured family. Just afterwards, Vitor (whom is not a world leader yet; just Mother's creator) kidnaps Bander and sends him into orbit to perish in the cosmos bc Mother told him that Bander would be his death. Well, Bander ends up on his home planet, and things follow the movie pretty closely after that, although I think that the circumstances of BJ meeting Bander are a lil different. I'd say he's off to help some ailing astronaut on another planet but lands on Bander's for repairs. He thinks it's uninhabited and decides to take the treasure there, only to be confronted by Bander. They eventually team up to defeat Vitor, but are separated when BJ is badly injured in Mother's explosion.

#black jack #bander book #osamu tezuka #tezuka star system #oreo crunches #oreo writes #junior jack #gonna draw stuff for this soon

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