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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Hi hi hi !! Can you do a scenario where chishiya's gn! s/o (who's normally sweet and sunshiney) finally snaps and cusses someone out or smth? I thought it would be p funny lmaosjsks (also unrelated but like who's ur txt bias)

i'm so obsessed with doctor chishiya you don't understand

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used once) genre: fluff word count: 1.3k

warnings: not canon compliant, pretend this is before chishiya also starts sacrificing people ig ??, canon typical violence, death, cussing, i can't actually remember how arisu arisued his way out of this game so this could've actually gotten all of them killed lmao, i am incapable of writing fics if they don't end in a confession idk

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i couldn't really figure out how to make reader sweet so i just made them super cooperative (if that makes sense lmao) i hope you like it !!

also i am a beomgyu stan at heart but kai has had a GRIP on me since cysm something in that studio choom fancam changed me idk

requests open !! read my rules first

a group of people are already awkwardly standing around when you approach the building. a ‘ding’ chimes as soon as you enter the doorway, confirming your participation. you grab one of the phones on the table and sign in before moving to lean against the wall. chishiya stands next to you, subtly judging the people around you.

“registration closed. game: dead or alive. difficulty: three of clubs,” the announcement begins. “rules: players must choose between two doors to exit the building. game clear: players exit the building safely within the time limit. game over: players enter the wrong room or run out of time.”

a clock hanging on the wall lights up with a timer counting down from two minutes. the people around you begin to panic.

“life or death?” a woman reads. she’s wearing an apron covered in flour, nervously looking around the room. “how do we know which one to choose?”

“just pick one,” a man argues. he’s in jeans and a stained shirt that reeks of alcohol, even in the borderlands. his words slur together a little. “we’re all gonna die anyways.”

“nobody has to die,” you interrupt. “we can work together to win this one. we still have one minute and forty seconds left.” you glance between the two doors. they both look the same- artwork printed on the top half of a door labeled either “life” or “death.”

“it’s life,” a man wearing a business suit says. his voice is deep and confident. there are no wrinkles or imperfections in his clothes though he looks tired. he peers at you through thick glasses perched on his nose.

a high school girl nervously runs towards the door, swinging it open and stepping inside. less than a second later, a laser shoots through the ceiling and her body falls to the ground. your body stiffens next to chishiya. you stare at her corpse in shock until he starts pulling your arm, shoving you through the death door and slamming it shut behind himself. the room sets alight as soon as he does.

“why would you do that?” the woman wearing an apron yells. “she was just a kid!”

“these are death games,” the businessman apathetically responds. crooked fingers raise to push his glasses up, staring at you. “sacrifice is always necessary.”

“we’re running out of time,” a teenager mumbles. he still has a bike helmet strapped on. “we need to choose another door.”

time continues to tick down. panic engulfs the room. the woman nervously glances between the two doors before she closes her eyes, placing her hand on the handle of the life door and swinging it open. after a few seconds she lets out a relieved gasp. you’re quick to follow her out of the room, shutting the door behind you.

the next room looks exactly the same as the others. a gray room with two doors, one labeled ‘life’ and the other ‘death.’ the timer is becoming faster now.

“we should take turns choosing doors,” the woman suggests. “i picked the last one, it’s someone else’s turn.”

“that sounds fair, right?” the high school boy anxiously fiddles with the clasp of his helmet. he glances at the time before turning to you. “i think they should go.”

you flinch a little from the sudden suggestion but nod. “okay.” before you can leave to open a door chishiya pulls you back by your arm, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“pick death.” he has no expression when you look at him but gives you a small nod towards the door. your hand shakes a little when you set it on the handle, swinging the door open and stepping into the room. after a few seconds of nothing happening, you let out a small sigh of relief.

“who goes next?” you ask, looking between the teenager and the businessman.

“your friend should go,” the businessman says. “he said something to you before you picked the door. what was it?”

“why does that matter?”

“he hasn’t said a word since we got here. for all we know, he could be a part of the games.” the woman shrinks back away from you at his words. you scoff.

“you really think whoever is running these games is sending in spies?”

“he’s right,” the teenager says, moving to the other side of the room next to the woman. “how do we know who you are?”

“we’re running out of time,” chishiya says. only thirty seconds remain on the timer. he grabs your hand, moving to the ‘life’ door and opening it. after a few uneventful seconds, the others rush into the room behind you.

“he’s gotten every single answer right,” the businessman argues. “how?”

chishiya sighs. “the building is shaped like a square. there’s one room in the middle and eight rooms surrounding it. the girl who opened the first door led to the room in the middle. if we stick to the edges of the building we’ll be able to complete the game.”

“how long have you known how to win?” the woman yells. “why did you let that girl die? how can we trust you?”

“i wasn’t sure until the second room.”

“if you’re so sure, then open the wrong door.” the businessman says. “if you’re right, then the middle room will have more than one door and we’ll be able to see inside.”

“are you a fucking idiot?” the words leave your mouth before you realize what they are, only spurred on by the anger coursing through you. “seriously, who do you think you are? you’ve done nothing but guess your way through the game and now that we have a strategy you’re complaining about the plan working? shut up and listen for once. he’s saving your lives!”

you take a breath to calm yourself, almost shrinking back to chishiya’s side. he glances over his shoulder at you, silently reaching over to take your hand into his. the group stares between you, chishiya, and the businessman but you ignore them. the warmth of chishiya’s hand in yours calms you.

“it has to be death,” he says, turning back to the group. “open the door.” nobody moves until you drag him with you to the door, swinging it open and entering the next room.

you follow chishiya through the rest of the rooms until you end up at the final room. “wait,” he pulls you back, next to his side. there are only ten seconds on the timer. “the ‘life’ door leads to the middle room but the ‘death’ one goes back to the original room.”

“the entrance and exit must be the same.” you rush to the door, quickly throwing it open and running out of the room. the fire barely misses you as it scorches the room, setting it alight in flames. you pant, leaning back against the wall of the original room.

your phone chimes in your pocket. “game cleared. congratulations.”

chishiya’s hand remains in yours, leading you out of the building. the cool night air feels good against your skin. he squeezes your hand, letting himself slightly relax. “thank you,” he whispers. “for standing up for me. for trusting me.”

you nod, pulling him into a hug. chishiya stiffens a little, awkwardly standing in front of you before hesitantly wrapping his arms around you. “of course i trust you. i love you.”

chishiya presses a kiss against your forehead, pulling you a little closer. “i love you too.”

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oftidheard · 5 months

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OMG pls tell me ur gonna make a part two for “where i told you to run” THE CLIFFHANGER GOT ME SHAKING 😭 i hope reader wins so coryo can stop losing his shit lmao😭

paragraphs in italics are coriolanus's 'pov'! ♡ big warning for death!!! as well as violence, blood, and typical hunger games child endangerment. this is heavy, please do not read this if you don't feel you're in the right headspace. this is a part two for where i told you to run but can be read as a standalone!

❄ so we'd both be free ㅤ⠀coriolanus snow x reader ㅤ⠀↳ 3.4k ↳ angst ↳ gender neutral

desperation takes over as your feet skid around the corners towards wovey. up until the moment she'd called back out to you, your mind had been consumed by the possibilities of what could have happened to her — of the stronger tributes killing her, mercilessly plunging a spear through her chest, or even just the possibility that hunger and dehydration could have taken her already.

but none of that matters now, as amidst the thunder of your heavy footsteps her whistling grows louder and louder.

your heart is in your throat with relief, half your mind trying to remember each corner you turn in case you need to come back through here, but the other half is on autopilot, it's only goal being to lead you to the girl you can now protect.

the whistling finally pierces your ears as if it's coming from just beside you, and you turn the final corner swiftly.

a relieved smile had been growing on your face during your approach, displaying your teeth and crinkling your eyes — but the moment you whip around the corner, it drops.

before you, instead of the little girl you'd sworn to look after, stands an alliance of three tributes armed with weapons and deadly grins.

all of a sudden, you're overly aware of the lack of anything that you could defend yourself with in your hands — having earlier forgone the bloodbath and any possibility of weaponry, in favour of running for your life and hoping for the best. now, you can't say you regret it, but you'd be a fool to admit it wouldn't be nice to have even just a blunt knife in hand right now.

their leader smirks, "looking for someone?"

time seems to slow in the moment it takes for you to identify coral mizzen and tanner in front of you, and the world grants you the split second of a chance at escape — shaking you out of your wide eyes and rigid breaths, and shoving you back the direction you came, with steps so quick you're scared you'll slip.

immediately, the footsteps of the alliance chasing after you pound through the underground, and as your breath grows heavier you realise you can't outrun the three of them like this; you need to lose them in the tunnels.

you regret not paying closer attention to your surroundings when you had the chance, but your legs carry your through the maze from muscle memory, and you're almost certain that you're nearing what would otherwise be a dead end; but had an unlocked door right after the turn that — if you're agile and just far enough ahead — you could trick them with.

you're so concentrated on planning ahead, that when something snags on your clothes — a hand clawing at you — you stutter, your legs almost tripping from beneath you.

you don't dare to look back at the grunts and yells behind you, but from the dull thud you hear just as you regain your footing and double your speed, you hope that means someone's fallen over and slown everyone else down.

but you can't risk dwelling on that, all you can do is try your best to recognise the tunnels your turn down and hope your breath doesn't run out.

you twist through the halls and enter the 'dead end' you'd been searching for — but just as you reach for the heavy door to make your escape, something sharp rips right through your coat and meets your skin.

the initial shock comes first — running now forgotten, in favour of kicking out until you hit something that grunts — swiftly followed by an unforgiving sting and the wet feeling of blood flowing down your arm.

your scream sounds more like a gasp for air as you lash out blindly, all-encompassing pain flashing through you when the blade meets your skin for a second time; not as deeply as the first, but the slice through skin followed by even more blood spilling is undeniable.

your mind clouds as you run at the adversary, arms unfurling to crash into them and knock them down.

you fall with them roughly, but when you hear the clatter of what must've been their knife hitting the ground, your vision starts to clear.

you land on top of tanner, coming face-to-face with bloodshot eyes and a scowl that shows off teeth that would rip through your throat if they could.

it's messy, as he thrashes and tries to push you off, scratching at your face and intermittently searching with his hands to find the discarded knife. you too try to search for the knife — the upper hand that could save you — the the more pressing issue becomes his hands grabbing at you looking for any way to hurt you or free himself.

in the unsteadiness, you try to sit up with your knees on either side of him and try to pull his arms away from you — but it's in vain, save for the slightest scratches that barely start to protrude his skin, as he always breaks free and reaches out once again.

in frustration and terror, you land a closed fist to his nose — drawing blood — and another against his head.

he's yelling at you as you finally reach for his neck, you can't make a single word he's saying or if they're even directed at you, but he sounds furious, like he's going to kill you — and it terrifies you. your blood burns and you claw your grimy nails into the skin of his neck, as you rest all your body weight on your bleeding hand around his throat, while the other fumbles, unsure of where to land; until it meets his eyes and pushes.

his own sharp nails attack your forearm, your shoulders, your hands, anywhere he can reach — but even as he tries to choke you back, he cannot reach your neck.

your hand that attempts to dig into his eye sockets now tries to push his arms away from where they grip to your other wrist, but flies above and past his paling face when the glimmer of a blade ahead of you catches your eyes.

you fumble to grab the weapon without a second thought, but just as it slips into your grasp, tanner is tugging at your coat and your heads crash together.

your feel like you're spinning as you push yourself up again, the world of his growls and your own gasps feeling far away — like if you were to simply let go right now it might not be so bad; if only for a chance to feel what it's like to be calm, and safe, again.

but the illusion of serenity shatters as tanner's fingers claw at the wound running down your arm; the sharp spike of pain at the contact draws you back in and kicks your body into action.

"get off!" tanner wheezes a yell as you push harder on his airways.

instinctually, your hand flies to cover his mouth in case his allies hear and come running — then you'd be as good as dead — and despite the ringing in your ears and thumping of your blood pounding like hail, you whisper.

"be quiet, it's okay, it's okay, just— shhh," you ramble almost incoherently, barely loud enough for tanner to hear; so perhaps more of an effort to reassure yourself than anyone else.

before you can think another thought — before tanner gets another chance to gain the upper hand — your wounded hand relieves the pressure on his throat only to block his breathing with a blood-drenched palm covering his mouth and nose. within the blink of an eye, your hand that grips the knife rises, and then falls; planting itself right through his neck.

tanner's hands fall from their assault on you as if all the life has just been drained from him — but you know better, as his eyes widen in the first moment of fear you've seen from him, he is still dying.

your eyes meet his silently, your gaze locked with the dying boy as you find yourself frozen.

he sputters against your palm, a wet feeling bursting upwards that can only be his own blood joining yours. you don't think it can be called breathing anymore, but he tries to get his chest to move, to keep the air running through him, to keep the blood pumping.

you just keep watching as this boy can't even writhe in pain with his neck skewered to the cold ground, the boy who could have killed you — who might still, if you don't pay attention to your wounds soon — now just lying beneath you, with a face painted in blood you cannot discern the owner of amongst both of your losses.

tears drip down the sides of his cheeks, and it flips something inside you.

you twist the knife roughly, and finally, he droops; lifeless.

now, all there is left to hear are your uneven breaths that still flow in and out of your lungs, your heart that is still beating, and—

and the echo of something heavy hitting the ground. the feeling of a vibration running through the tunnels, shaking the metal walls around you and rattling your bones.

your head looks up at the roof as dust falls, then whips to look around you. you realise you're still stuck in a dead end, with the sounds of what must be coral and mizzen approaching growing louder.

with your knife still in hand, you spring up without a second thought for tanner, and shove the door to your right open — closing it and leaning against it securely once you're safely on the other side.

your eyes slam shut as you try to re-orient yourself with deep breaths and arms tangled together in an attempt to put pressure on your gaping wounds. but as the throbbing in your ears beings to dissipate, you start to hear new noises travelling through the underground.

you pry your eyes open, only to be met with more sunlight than you've grown accustomed to since the games begun. it peers down at you from the cavernous opening just a few feet away, and you finally realise you're just below the hole that the bombing had blown open — and there are yells coming from above.

you're contemplating if it would be safe to venture back into the tunnels that you're vaguely familiar with but know coriolanus could never get donations to reach you in there, or if you should risk putting yourself out in the open arena and crossing your fingers — when you hear a deep voice call out wovey's name.

you're scrambling to the rubble before you can even remember your original plans.

rusty metal digs into your cut-open hand as you climb, but you can't bring yourself to care enough to overpower the panic running through your veins, as the deep voice starts to yell warnings to wovey; begging her to stop, that whatever threat is up there can't be trusted.

your hands slip unsteadily in the rush, and you're painfully aware of the fact this rubble could crumble beneath your feet at every moment, but you persist — and for the first time in days, you emerge from the underground.

the broadcast hadn't shown you since the air-carrier with the tank had arrived, after you'd killed tanner, and right as your eyes had widened in recognition of people nearing. then, just like that, the cameras had switched to the surface of the arena — leaving coriolanus stiff in his seat and left unknowing of your fate.

it feels like someone orchestrating the broadcast must hate him, must want him to suffer, must be doing all this just to make him sick with worry. he knows that can't be true, and that in the eyes of the capitol your fate pales in comparison to the intrigue of the opaque tank now in the middle of the arena. but none of that quells his anxieties over your survival.

as if someone has chosen to be gracious with him, as the stupid little district eight girl approaches her demise no matter how loud the district eleven boy tries to warn her, coriolanus catches sight of you emerging from the underground — and feels his heart start to beat again.

he takes a shallow breath, relief at having his eyes back on you — not any more hurt than when he'd last seen you — and armed with the knowledge that all you need to do is wait out the reptiles that will soon emerge; he smiles.

but then, your eyes sweep the arena, landing on wovey and immediately running to her. coriolanus's smile grows to a bitter scowl; he should have known you'd be foolish enough to still risk your life for that girl — in his opinion, one of your only worse qualities.

your yells join that of whose you now know to be reaper's, running as fast as you can — which now, is all but a pathetic stumble — as wovey keeps nearing the tank, simply begging to go home.

"wovey, it's not safe!" you scream through your raw throat, "stop, please!"

but she keeps walking closer, until she's so close to the centre of the arena, that with a few steps more she could reach out and touch whatever it is the capitol has dropped in here — you can't begin to guess what sort of bomb it could be or some other sort of manmade horror, but all you know is that you don't trust the capitol, especially not with wovey's life.

"wovey—!" you call out as she gets too close, when a clean click is heard.

coriolanus stands eerily still as the the cage falls open to reveal the metallic snakes.

you're still a good distance from wovey, and he hopes you have enough sense to run the other way once you see what they will do to the girl.

you gasp, freezing where you stand as a wave of colourful snakes burst out, rolling down the rubble and outwards in every direction, faster than you've been able to run since your blood started to drain.

they reach wovey in the blink of an eye, swallowing her whole without struggle, and a screamed, "no!" rips from your throat just as tears begin to water your eyes.

but still, something hopeful in you refuses to give in, and you begin again to drag your feet towards where she'd just been stood.

coriolanus's fellow mentors that still stand beside him are far too engrossed in watching their own tributes, but for those who do not have the same personal investment, he can feel the stares burning holes through his back; people silently questioning why his tribute is so stupid.

"run," he whispers, so quiet he cannot even hear himself say it above the broadcast's speakers, but embarrassingly desperate enough to hope you hear it in the hisses of the snakes and the screams of coral and mizzen — in the hopes that you will listen just this once, to save your life.

the fog in your head as you wobble across the arena is overwhelming, your hands are coated in red as a second skin — having given up on tending to the wounds — now letting your blood run freely. you hold only one priority in mind — an albeit unclear one, now that wovey is undeniably dead, just as reaper and mizzen are — but despite this all, you need to pretend wovey could still be alive; you need to hope.

your legs give in a few feet away from where the snakes had surrounded wovey's body, and you almost thank the blurriness growing in your eyes now that it means you don't have to see the girl's corpse.

you hear a scream, and all of a sudden you're the little kid who was forced to watch the hunger games every year, who covered their eyes and cried from the nightmares. your hands fly up to muffle your ears, and you can't find it in yourself — barely even half conscious, and bleeding out — to try to put effort into your laboured breaths anymore.

through the clouds in your eyes, a rainbow approaches you, slithering through the dust and rubble. you fall backwards when your arms can't hold you back anymore, and lie on the ground as you wait for the snakes to drown you.

as soon as coral falls and festus bitterly steps away from his desk, coriolanus's eyes widen.

he turns to look at dr. gaul, who still solemn as ever watches the cameras as they zoom in on your collapsing form, only to find her not saying a word.

it escapes from his mouth before he can think it over, when coriolanus yells expectantly to the silent heavensbee hall, "they've won!"

dr. gaul's ice cold eyes glide to watch him, still not a single facial expression betrays what she might be thinking — whether this is just another game for her own amusement, or if she truly plans to let you die. this only encourages coriolanus to push further, to fight for your life.

"it's over, they've won! get them out of there!"

you feel them climb up your legs first, sliding over cuts and bruises with a foreign coldness that almost feels numbingly comforting. through the ringing in your ears you're not sure whether they're truly silent or not, but to you they glide across the ground with a noiseless elegance — one that despite it all, calms you.

when they reach the tips of your fingers to the palms of your hands, you groan a the contact of scales against the cuts, but find the feeling grows to be bearable when one of the reptiles curls around your hand like a tender bandage.

they climb your body, still, and the heaviness they bring as they travel atop your chest feels like a warm blanket — a weight that quiets your groans and makes you wonder if tanner felt this encompassing warm feeling the moment before the light left his eyes.

coriolanus tries not to display just how frantic he truly feels as the snakes continue to surround you, but feels a slowly building sense of accomplishment at winning — but he knows, truly, he'll only feel victorious once you're rescued from that wretched arena and back in his arms.

"they've won, dr. gaul, let them out!" he wills his voice to not plead, and not quite command — that would get him nowhere against the person who actually has all the power — but to speak firmly, with a serious tone that exemplifies he will not let up.

a singular snake reaches your chest, curling along your collarbone and slowing it's movement, and you wonder if it's decided to rest with you.

these snakes remind you of the strays back home, of the wily cats burrowed under houses that you'd leave any food you could spare out for. or the dogs thinned to the bone that would bark at you when you got too close, but after a few weeks would learn that they could trust you, and would let you clean their wounds.

they remind you of tentative creatures thrown into unfamiliar places where they don't know if they'll live to see the next sunrise. you wonder if they're just as scared as you.

dr. gaul's chin raises slightly, remaining uncooperative for a moment more, until her eyes give coriolanus a look that he cannot begin to understand right now; but speaks to her near respect she holds for him.

her lips begin to part, when a gasp bursts from the speakers.

when the desperate breath escapes your lungs, you know this will be your last. the dog in the alley bit at your hand; the snake sat upon your chest hissed, and sunk it's teeth into your skin.

it's like a lightning strike that courses through you, your fingers immediately numbing just as you lose feeling up through your legs. a new bite is lodged in your wrist, as well as another near the first, lodging itself in your neck and rendering your airways entirely useless.

your mouth falls open, an apology to coriolanus for failing him on the tip of your tongue. but as the snakes lick venomously at your open wounds and lull you to sleep, the wheeze that leaves your lips to join the whispers of the dead; is an apology to wovey.

coriolanus pales — as though he's the one having the life drained right out of him and not you — as dr. gaul's mouth shuts the moment the bite meets your skin.

with the blood loss already having half killed you, you find that this final twist of the knife doesn't hurt as much as you might've once feared.

he can't help but watch as you die, as the breath of someone he might have loved runs out; as you leave him all alone, and drag the only warmth in his heart he had left, down to the grave with you.

a/n. .....i know people wanted a happy ending but i just couldn't help it... if you need something to comfort you after reading this i also have this coryo fic that's purely fluff + i have some lucy gray & sejanus fluff fics on my blog ♡

though putting it out there, if people want an alternative ending where reader lives i'm willing to write that too ♡♡ (there's a good chance i might do that anyway since even just writing this made me sad!)

@alohastitch0626, tagging you because you also asked for a part two!

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #tbosas x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x y/n #thg x reader #❤︎ — the mockingjay sings

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raspberryslushie · 1 year

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When You're Scared

Ft. Xiao, Wanderer, and Kazuha x gn! reader (Separate)

Warnings: crying 😔, cringe, freaking tf out. I didn't pre-plan this on a doc either, so it's kinda weird and messy to read idk. I kinda also messed up on pacing but it came out in a whim so WTV HAHA

Wanderer is referred to by his old alias, Scaramouche, since wanderer is more comfortably said as "the wanderer," but thats kinda wacky so i just got lazy and used scaramouche instead LMAO

Prompt: How would they comfort you in your times of need?

Xiao

He probably came in out of nowhere and scared you more than whatever else u were worried about before

Teleports in the second he hears ur sniffling tho

questions u in all caps, bold, and italics irl

The second he realizes that interrogating you probably wasn't gonna help, he sits the both of you down and stares. for like half an hour.

Xiao doesn't know how to react when you suddenly cling onto his shirt and cry into his shoulder.

But it doesn't matter how long it takes for him to calm you down, because even if he's inexperienced, he'd do anything to make u happy again

Hands shaking and clenching into fists so tight to the point where your nails were digging deeply into your skin to the point of numbing, you felt a scream begging to tear itself out of your throat. But when those sobs of terror found themselves out, they sounded of something desperate, and you weren't the only one who heard.

"What's wrong?" A rough hand pulled against your arm and made you face the person in question, who was unsurprisingly stoic, weapon already out to fight off whatever might've been troubling you. Yet when you look into his eyes, they're frantic and scouring your form for even the tiniest of cuts. After all, Xiao promised the world that under his watch, none would do you harm. And as an adeptus, it was his duty to protect mortals who couldn't defend themselves.

But Xiao didn’t realize what was bothering you at first, because in his eyes, there was little to be afraid of when nothing else was in the room, yet the gods had sent down demons that even he couldn't conquer: your own mind. Even so, with you by his side he learned how to comfort someone without a spear in the moment that your body leaned against his, warm arms hugging around his torso tightly. What comes first from him is an awkward gasp that sounded like something between a yelp and a hiccup, but then you feel a series of gentle pats on your back, and soon the yaksha finds himself softening into your hug. It's comforting because maybe Xiao doesn't exactly mind the prospect of loving you like this after all.

Wanderer

probably isn't as sensitive to these types of things as Xiao or Kazuha might be

wonders who might be bothering you once he finally notices the tears rolling down your cheeks.

threatens u to tell him

pretends like he doesnt care

secret hugs at night or in private, because he's really just shy

"Who hurt you?" Scaramouche stared you dead in the eyes, refusing to back down.

"No one! Archons, would you just leave me alone!" You hardly ever talked back to him so aggressively, and it’s at that moment when he finally realizes that you were scared, because once you brought up the idea of leaving him, he knew he felt the same as you did right then.

But Scaramouche knew no other way of hushing you up than to bring you close and smother you in his embrace because with how tightly his arms were wrapped around you, it might've been lethal. Once he finally does let go, it takes you a few moments to catch your breath. The second you look at him though, his expression has you in a chokehold. The boy wept for you.

He wasn't someone who felt too strongly about anything, no, and would rather end his own existence than openly admit his feelings, but how could he bear your tears? Abandonment left its marks on him enough times to dread the day you would too, leave him, and even if you hated Scaramouche for how he seemed to not care for any human decency, there was nothing he wouldn't do to keep your smile.

That night it took everything in you to try and act as if you were deep in slumber once Scaramouche made his way to your room. You felt him sit atop the bed before dragging the sheets across his form and pressing your back flush against his chest. Slender arms were covering your body protectively, and the entire night was spent by him mumbling quiet “I love you”’s until he fell asleep, face red hot and snuggled in your shoulder.

Kazuha

He knows fear as an emotion well, and knows you as a person just as well, too.

100% sure of what’s wrong and what you need bc he pays more attention to you than anything else.

If you’re in public and don’t want to be seen, he’d take his arm with the long sleeve and cover you with that and his body while you walk home.

Picks up take-out or makes you his own dishes once you get him.

Hugs and kisses irl please make out with me /hj

“Are you alright, love?” Kazuha puts an arm around your shoulder before looking down at you.

“Y-yeah, fine Kazuha.” Lies. And Kazuha knew that well enough to end your excursion early to head home. The city streets were crowded by festival times, and he was willing to leave early for your sake.

“No, you’re not,” He covered your face with his sleeve and guided the two of you away from prying eyes. “Let’s get back, the evening air is beginning to mellow out.” The rest of the walk home is wordless, aside from a few muffled sniffs and cries, but Kazuha made the panic drown out in the soothing winds that whipped around your hair.

By the time you got home, your heart had already found itself back at normal pace, and Kazuha laid you down on a blanketed mat. But you got up anyway to follow him while he cooked, for the sake of “company”. (He knew that you really just wanted to stay near him).

The rest of the night you ate together in private, and as much as you tried to apologize for breaking down in the middle of your outing, he didn't listen into any of it, relentlessly pecking your cheek with kisses in his own way of telling you that it was all alright.

That night Kazuha actually had more trouble sleeping than you, for he was out past midnight scribbling down all the words he found himself fond of in the wilderness. One by one, the lines and rhymes flowed together, until you wake up the next morning to the smell of fried fish and a piece of paper on the nightstand that told you all the words he couldn’t last night.

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spookyscaryskidnpump · 25 days

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my thoughts on spooky month 6

copy pasted from a page and a half of google doc. crying. spoilers inbound.putting it under the cut cuz its super long. also swear warning.

Ok to start off LILA. LILA MY GAL NO UR DOING UR BEST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Im crying im actually fucginf crying. She's trying. So hard. Skid is trying so hard. THEY'RE DOING THEIR BEST PLEASEEEEE. Father Gregor can go EAT SHIT. THEY'RE TRYING AND THAT'S WHAT COUNTS GODDAMNIT.

Susie… Susie no… please… she deserves better istgggggg. What happened to their parents? Are they actually just busy? Are they DEAD? Holy shit what if they're dead. Poor Pump, poor Susie, god please just let these kiddos be ok. PLEASE. ABUELO WONDER IS TYING SO HARD BUT SUSIE KNOWS IT ISN'T REALLY FROM HER PARENTS IM CRYING. SUSIE NOOOOOO

FATHER GREGOR I HATE YOU. ok well he obvs did some good but STILL. GREGOR. STFU GREGOR. I get that hes trying but U CANT JUST SAY ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT JUDGEMENT AND THEN JUDGE HER HER FUCKING HOUSE GOT BROKEN INTO!! YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKING CONTEXT!!!! ARGHFDGHJSGHJKAGHSD. Also DAMN IS HE A CULTIST NOW?? IS HE DEAD?? WHAT?!?!?!

ROYYYYYY ROY MY BOI NOOOOOO poor guy :( i understand why he hates the kids they DID kinda ruin him so. At least he knows theyre trying now :( and ross n rob just ASSUME he did something bad isnt helping here!!!! I get that theyre also trying to help him and its nice to see him opening up to them about stuff (even if we dont get to know what specifically PELO WHY) but PLEASE get this kid an anger management class or smthn PLEASE. He needs SO MUCH THERAPY. I dont think hes gonna get therapy because im pretty sure his parents are Part Of The Problem but STILL. Also FUCKER LITERALLY GOT POSSESED BY A DEMON?????? THATS GOTTA BE TRAUMATIC TF

Side note i love ross and robert dearly and i appreciate them doing their best to help on both sides i love them smmmmmm AUGH

KEVIN AND RADFORD FRIENDSHIP REALLLLLLLLLL i am SO fucking happy about that!!!! Also Kevin having conflicted feelings on the kids FAIR. Similar thing to Roy except hes an adult with a semi-functional support network and is able to understand that theyre just dumb kids and they dont actually mean any harm. He’s harsher on the hatzgang cuz theyre teens and old enough to know stealing is wrong but Skid n Pump are little kiddos they dont know better. Also him disapproving of father gregor REAL THO. also HE GOT POSSESSED TOO?? TRAUMA CENTRAL HOLY SHIT

PATTY DESERVES TO HAVE A GUN ACTUALLY. Also JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST! IS HIS KID DEAD? IS HIS DAUGHTER OK HOLY SHIT. ALSO THEM HELPING THE KIDS PROPERLY IM CRYIG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

WHAT WAS EVERMORE DOING WITH THE HOBOMEN???? HELLO??????

I SAW THAT CULT NECKLACE UNDER IGNACIOS SHIRT. I FUCKING SAW IT. CALLED IT BITCH!!!!!!

Rick just has the WORST luck lmao

STREBER IS ALIVE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DEXTER NO PLEASE AUGH…… HIS MOM TOO……

JAUNE AND ROSS’S DAD… HE'S REAL HE EXISTS!! I get ur trying jaune but that is NOT the best way to comfort poor lila… AT LEAST SHES TRYING THO I APPRECIATE HER

THE ENTIRE NEWGROUNDS ENDING?? THE THIEVES AND THE CANDY DEALER IN CAHOOTS WITH THE CULT???? HELLO??????

MOLOCH IS GONE. he deserved it but also THE KIDS ARE SO SAD ABOUT IT? Like they don't really get it but they just watched someone they thought was their friend DIE. HOLY SHIT.

finally. SKID AND PUMP. KIDDOS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok for real tho theyre so much more self aware than the fandom and bulk of the show give them credit for?? Like Skid is VERY aware of his dad being dead/possibly missing and legit just doesn’t wanna talk about it. He knows what death is and he finds fun in it to cope. My poor sweet boyo… and PUMP. PUMP ANSWERING THE CALL AUGHHHHHH HE WANTS HIS PARENTS BACK IM CRYING. SUSIE AND ABUELO ARE DOING THEIR BEST AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD AND AAAAAAAAAAUGH. Also him getting possessed by Moloch while having Star-Eyes basically debunks the theory of the Star-Eyes being a form of possession which is FASCINATING. Anyway that scene with Susie and Pump got me misty eyed and then during the ending with Skid and Lila i actually genuinely started crying. I just want them to be happy. Please let them be happy. Please. PLEASE.

#spookymisc.txt #spooky month #spooky month 6 #spooky month 6 spoilers #sm6 #sm spoilers #not tagging all the characters cuz theres too many mentioned #anyway CRYING.

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claudia-kishi · 1 year

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rape mention /

granted the mpi fandom is small and whatever and well you know what good for everybody else for ignoring this show bc it deserves it lmao.

to be fair this show was already on thin ice with even just the premise of 1. taking place in hawai’i with no native cast members and having a biracial japanese actor play a native hawaiian character (lol) 2. being military propaganda 3. being cop propaganda

then to top it off there’s just like bad writing like if it WEREN’T for the fact they somehow got thomasjuliet’s relationship written well and right this show would actually have nothing going for it.

and the midseason finale & the interview eric did like solidified how bad everything is like he really was like “dennis has a wakeup call on the mainland bc he finally experienced racism which he doesn’t on hawaii” like HUH???????????????????????? and bc he experienced racism on the mainland he was like wow maybe my dad is right let me consider staying in hawaii for college like maybe white people really shouldn’t be writing at all imo

and then i get to the part where he mentions “rick has no weapon” which is literally the fucking funniest part of the midseason finale. ur telling me this guy who was IN THE MILITARY decided to just take a phone and NOT DISARM THE TWO PEOPLE WHO KIDNAPPED HIM?????????????????? are we even using our brains here lol

anyways obv literally the one little sliver of happiness is thomasjuliet but this show does not deserve the praise y’all fans are giving it lol it’s literally so bad and nobody talks about the issues with the show and are just gassing up these writers like they’re invincible lol please please please

and then obviously the actual worst shit is that i recently find out a recurring guest actor is part of the whole david choe bullshit and is another asian dude who “made up” a story about committing statutory rape for comedy and it’s just like actual dead silence from everyone???? fandom won’t address it??? showrunners won’t address it??? journalists won’t address it??? like i get he is just a recurring actor but he was literally mentioned in a recent interview that he was gonna be in season 5b and like. just no notes on that????? it’s hardly surprising for a show that’s still on good terms with its original showrunner which was fired for....... being abusive. anyways i am not gonna post about this show anymore obviously but i just thought ppl should know about all of this now that the first half of the season is over and end post lol

#ofc i'm not tagging this #anyways i've already been fuming on the sideblog but here have some thoughts on main #i mean the bar was low but they literally are in goddamn hell #rape /#abuse /

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thaliatimsh · 1 year

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drac beloved!!!! wanna hear/read your thoughts 💕👁👃👁 but do you think anything could've prevented the tragedy that befell dumbwall's three bozos (half clock, martini & treachery) or were they doomed from the start? in your opinion, what do you think was their point of no return? 🧐

MWAH MWAH im love this question and have been thinking and BASICALLY??? (Long post moment smh)

Like OK i am obsessed w thinkgin abt this as I write light at the end stuff for nlwib bc it is!!!! Drive me loco!!! What were those Three Stooges (derogatory) UP TO…

Honestly I feel like it Could Have Worked! But I think that the sticking point that made it go wrong was Fartley Hamhock deciding that he wanted to be Lord Regent & Control Emily/The Empire. Like I GET IT! Your buddies got big jobs! You want it too! But it is Not Realistic! Your pals are Head of the Church and Head of the Guvverment but mate… you are NOT gonna be Head Of State… you dont NEED to be head of state! I dont know what makes you QUALIFIED to be head of state - like he's what? Emily's Legal Guardian???

Ok this just reminds me that i lichrally dk how the government stuff in disho even works lmao like… still dk how Burrows became regent except as being Emily's Legal Guardian while she's Presumed Missing or otherwise I assume they would have just found the next in line to the throne? I mean Treachery talks abt being in line himself so there is some line of succession? HUH????

So I guess their Event Horizon for fucking up was The Hamhock deciding he was gonna be Regent somehow, because that meant that they had to get Corvo out of the pickshur as he probably has more right to be her Guardian even if? I dont think The People would be for it bc. Serkonan. But in that case? Maybe Corvo could have Agreed to put The Hamhock in that position in a Ceremonial fashion…. But again I guess that's not what he wants. He wants the Actual Regent Power. AUGH. IDIOT.

ANYWAY that said? I reckon they could have made it if Corvo was akshually dead? Like if he'd Fully Died and they'd buried him… closure. there wouldnt have been the paranoia that I feel like caused the infighting at the end?

In a Perfect World I think if The Hamhock had settled for being Lord Spymaster or smth, then no matter WHAT corvo n emily did He would have Martini and the Church AND Treachery and the Guvverment on side and could essentially run things how he wanted, really? I feel like Treachery as prime minister would probably end up as his Puppet anyway. If he went Full power mad at that point he could have staged a Coup to dismantle the monarchy & installed himself as President BUT he did not because he's a Silly Billy…

Anyway I do love thinking abt a world in which things went smoovely, where The Hamhock is happy to be Spymaster & the stoogery continues for many years to come. I think it would be FUN!!!!

THANM YOU NAOMI U GOT ME THINKIN™ MWAH MWAH MWAH 💖💖💖💖

Took a photo òf this Monkey Pictyre today as it made me think of ur reaction apes... this is how i feel rn

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breathplayed · 9 months

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17, 29, 48, & 55 😁🫖

oh u GOT me got me lets go

(17) what is your favorite line you’ve ever written? babe plz this one is too hard..... there's too many...... I HAVE 920K WORDS ON AO3 AND ~50K INCOMING I DONT EVEN REMEMBER THEM ALL......... uuhhhhhhhh ok ok ill try to narrow a few down. it's all gonna be recent tho bc that's what i remember most + i have rly been indulging myself stylistically as of late lmao

for just ~pretty language~ my favorites rn are

"Jimin is almost too pretty to mar with mortal hands, but Jungkook finds desecration is half the fun when his hands slip lower" (folie à trois)

"Some floodgate inside him has broken, the last bastion of resistance crumbled, and now he’s a drowning man in the dead waters" (folie à trois)

“I love you,” he whimpers into Taehyung’s kiss like a prayer. Too devout; Taehyung’s hands and lips pause. Jimin’s own lip is already trembling, caught, so he lets the confessional spill like it’s the last Sunday he’ll ever see." (the losing game ch17)

"[Taehyung] used to dream, sometimes, after Jimin was gone, that he was holding him again, that he could crack open Jimin's ribcage and crawl inside to make a home beside his heart before they burned together." (the losing game ch5)

"Sometimes—in his darkest moments, on his worst nights—Jimin dreams about Taehyung carving over each and every one of his scars. Creating clean new edges to each of them, prying fingers in the wound to be as close as possible, rewriting their memories and meanings with a jagged, almost unbearable intimacy." (the losing game ch17)

"The graves we dig ourselves are often the deepest." (the graves we dig..... now thats a real throwback huh)

there's too much i could say for dialogue but.... i'm super fond of the hurtful conversations present!vmin have in tlg (especially ch14, i reread that a lot), ignite the stars ch5 (also reread that a lot), and also i love pretty much everything that comes out of taehyung's mouth in folie à trois lol

(29) give us a spoiler for one of your stories. answered here, but since this one could be answered multiple times i'll bite......... my queue tag ("i'm glad it was queue") is a play on one of my favorite lines in all of tlg that i have been excited about getting to for yeaaaarrrssss. no one but me knows the line yet (or how hurtful its context is) bc it's in one of the final chapters hehehe but it's "i'm glad it was you" ..... :')

(48) do you reread your own stories? the answer to this used to be a strong NO!!!! but that has actually changed in the last two years! i don't rly reread anything older (my writing style has changed so much + there's things i'd change about older fics esp <2020 so it's not an enjoyable experience to me, i'd just fret over editing it) but there's some newer fics i reread bc they are So written to my own taste. i think i really improved a lot getting to write a bunch in lockdown lol + started caring less about whether ppl liked the fic and just wrote for ✨Me✨ so several of those recent fics i'm happy with and do reread sometimes like a stupid idiot narcissus

The ones i've reread the most are "sit, stay" + "sea legs" + favorite parts of "ignite the stars" and my favorite parts of "the losing game". the other scattered pwp's since 2020 have gotten reread about twice each. and i recently reread WBIO for the first time since writing it in early 2020!!! mixed feelings on that one bc i felt like i would change some parts of it if i wrote it today but that's a sign ur growing and improving i suppose

(55) do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? oh i have so fucking many 'WIPs' it's not even funny. there's probably like ~12 completely bullet point outlined medium length / longfics in my docs down to exact dialogue i'd write, and dozens more fic attempts that have a whole plot and ending. bc as soon as i come up with an idea i already immediately know how i want it to end. which gives me way too many Plot Bunnies that are viable to be turned into fics!!!!! two years ago i made a list of every idea i thought should at least see the light of day in threadfic form if not an actual fic and it came out to 30 fics lol (and that was cutting it down to the essentials)

the thing is, very few of my WIPs are ever 'abandoned' in my mind, it's more like... i put them in my mental freezer. on hold / on ice. and some of them are closer to the front and get taken out and rotated around and worked on more often, while others are shoved to the far back of the freezer as i say "i'll make that someday" and forget it exists til the next time im reminded of it. there's only a few that i'd actually toss in the trash (aka truly abandon and never work on again).

the ones that are definitely abandoned in that i know i dont Want to write them are all on the more domestic romcom side (think like 'meaner than mean' or 'i like us like this') i know people like those but they're the hardest thing for me to write, those were the most annoyed i've ever felt while writing, i would literally groan out loud working on them, i am rly only happy writing conflict/angst or pwp lol

tbh, if i were to be realistic with myself, i'd say most of these wip's are 'abandoned' in that i probably will never get around to finishing them. but i dont want to call them abandoned because i do like the plots, and think ppl would like them, and want to share them!!! i just think they would suck / not be fun to write. Maybe Someday i will do an archival effort and work on translating as many of them as i can into threadfic form so they see the light of day in some format and are no longer abandoned to rot in my docs... bc there's no way that most of them are ever going to be written the way i wish i could do them justice :') and then i can abandon them knowing that ppl at least got to read a vague outline of what could have been

fun fact: i opened the aforementioned list of all these ideas to count and on one of them, a fic i've been poking at since 2018, i have the note "finish this or die" next to it. guess i know which one i've picked atp 🪦

#ask game

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lgwifey · 2 years

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wait omg these match-ups sound so fun. can i have one for hp & one for mphfpc if that’s not too much?

i’m 5’2, i’m white & american, i use she/her pronouns, and i’m bisexual!! if u need any more i have short blonde hair w bangs & blue-grey eyes hehe. i’m an enfp (and if u know anything abt enneagram i’m type four!). i love writing, singing, reading, and just being around the ppl i love- so i’d say those are my hobbies :)) as for style… i don’t rly have a specific style but i love academia, cottagecore, princesscore, fairycore, and stuff like that. the things i wear tend to fall into at least one of those categories i think <3 i’m a hufflepuff and a quiz told me i’d be a half-blood lol. let’s say my peculiarity is that i have like. butterfly wings that’s cool i think lmao

v excited to see what i get!! also do u have a name u go by online? (if ur not comfy sharing ur real name lol) i just wanna know so ik what to call u when we interact!!

𝐈'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 (𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦) 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

Okay so...

• I feel like you and Olive have the same kind of personality traits. And that you'd just look cute together.

• You start dating after knowing each other for a few decades. I seams like a long time to know each other for, but things work differently in the loop and one of you wasn't sure whether the other only viewed each other as a friend.

• She would literally love your peculiarity. Because lbh, butterflies are the best (sorry not sorry). She would spend ages just staring at your wings whilst you read or wrote. If you're trying to show her a new book which Millard had introduced to you then there is a 85% chance she'd wonder off attention wise to where your wings where. They're just mesmerising to her ~ "Ol ? Ol ? Olive ?" *quick blinks* "Huh ?" "I was saying about this line in chapter seven-" ~

• Your dates would be pretty small, but cute. They would probably be held at the bottom of the garden or in town, in an attempt to get away from the noise of the kids. If you where in town then they would have to not be obvious, because of the era you where stuck in and all that, but sometimes you two would be really obvious about it just for the fun of them not being able to remember after a few hours. If you're having a picnic date with princess dresses and tiaras, (probably gonna end up happening because we all live for the aesthetic) then Claire and Bronwyn would usually end up making excuses to bring more food to you so then they could join, which Olive was sometimes too nice to protest to, but at least you got some time together without interruptions before they turned up.

• Okay hear me out on this one but, she'd constantly be stealing your dresses. Your outfits are just too cute for her to resist most of the time, so she'd sneak into your room across the hall and 'borrow' some clothes from time to time ~ *olive strolls into the room with a pot of tea* *looks over from the piano, squints eyes* *olive waves* *enoch scowls because why not* *tilts head* *olive leaves the room with the empty tea pot* *turns back to the piano before looking back around to Enoch, eyebrows pull together in confusion* "she's wearing your cardigan, yes." "I thought so !" ~

• When Jacob arrives, he's a little confused as to why you're glaring at him ~ "She's really nice, loves everyone." "Even Enoch." "Shut up Millard." *Jake looks over to where you're sat with a book upside down, looking over the top with your eyes dark and glaring at him* "She seems lovely." *Olive grabbing onto his arm to drag him off to the next room on the 'tour'* "Isn't she just, next is-" ~ . You eventually loose your glare when you remember that Olive isn't into him, after much assurance from her and alot of bad jokes from a certain dead raiser.

𝐈'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

Okeydokey ...

• Okay so I imagine you transfer from Ivermory in like fourth or fifth year and staright from the get go, George is infactuated with you.

• Like it's boarder line obsessive.

• Fred is his No 1 hype man. Well he thinks he is, in reality he sits there and makes sarcastic comments to his twin whilst the lad accidentally stares at you as you talk to your friends at the Yellow decorated table ~ "And here we have a wild George Fabian Weasley. Mating season has come around once again and he has his eyes set on a certain American honeybadger. In fact, he's had his eyes set on her for two years, he's just too much of a pussy to ask her out." "D'ya think she has to wake up really early to make her face that beautiful ?" *Fred looks up from his bacon with a confused look, ends up staring at his brother in disbelief* "It's probably just natural. She's so pretty Fred, isn't she ?" "Mate, if you don't shut up I will hit you." ~

• Okay so you're both pretty different. You're a literature girl ; books, music, writing and academic. He, however, was not. You did find out though, that he was good at potions from all of his and Fred's prank concoxions. And your potions weren't the best to put it politely. You'd obviously been harbouring a crush on him for a while, a few months after you'd started at the school precisely. How could you not, he was funny, kind, didn't cat call you, was one of the beaters for Gryffindor's quidditch team and he wasn't too bad on the eyes. He also had never pulled a prank on you which you where grateful for, but you weren't sure whether that was just because he hadn't noticed you. That's how you became friends, you'd asked him to tutor you in sixth year since your grades where dropping. Fred obviously teased him relentlessly for this because he didn't pull the first move.

• Time skip and in seventh year, after he's dropped out, he asks you on a date. Obviously you accept.

• Another time skip and you meet his family. Because Harry and Hermione are busy stopping the wizarding world from dying, you become the new source of Muggle infomation for Arthur. Obviously, George isn't too fond of your time together being interrupted by his dad whenever you're at his parents house ~ "Dad." "So the machine doesn't have a small elf in it washing the clothes ?" "No. It's just the machine's-" "Dad!" *You and Arthur look up from the couch to see George leant against a wall* "Hi son." "Hiya Georgie." *annoyed wave* "We where just talking about those muggle washing machines. Did you know-" "No I didn't . Anyways, darling how about now that we've seen mum and dad we go back to the shop ?" *Gets dragged out the door* ~

• Side note... but the pet names he would call you. THE PET NAMES. (darling, sweetheart, princess, huffles, honey)

• You end up getting on really well with Fleur, to Molly's dismay because your her favourate future daughter-in-law. You share a bit in common and she ends up taking you shopping in the village she grew up in for cute dresses. She tries to get you into french literature, which you end up giving into trying. Also France has alot of art history so you end up begging her to go on a little art tour with you. Bff vibes.

• I think you and George would just make a great couple in general. It's kinda a yin yang thing you have going on together. You balance each other out.

match up update

#match up #harry potter match up #mphfpc match up #harry potter #george weasley #george weasley x reader #olive elephanta #film olive elephanta #olive elephanta x reader #mphfpc #mad-elia

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okokok, so I know you’re not in SnK anymore (i respect that bc i fell out of it in 2015 and came back like a couple months ago lmao) but i just want you to know I’m so glad I’ve found and read your fics. Good Enough to Eat is like my fucking ereri bible, every ereri fic i read I’m like :// “but would GEtE!Levi do this?” LMAO really when i finished reading every single one of ur snk fics i audibly groaned bc i thought that now i have to wade through the piles of really shitty ereri fics on the tag that have insane kudos (and I’ve already reread GEtE, which is my utmost favorite of ur ereri fics, twice already)

I do know teen wolf though (seen every episode) but like you’ve said to other people, i fell out of it and don’t feel the urge rn to come back but when i do (and who knows when that’ll be, a couple months or years from now? I’ll circle back eventually), I’m immediately hitting the books with ur long list of fics for that fandom!

and reading ur reaction to the plot of SnK is so funny to me bc that’s exactly how I reacted when i came back to half the people dead and other mind blowing shit like eren having a brother lmao! Frankly i wanna watch it (i only saw season 1 bc that was all there was at the time) but i think I’m gonna stop at season 3 and pretend like the plot didn’t do a 180 and start flying off the map bc I’m not crazy about the end game plot lol also mainly bc season 3 levi gives the same energy as the exact way u write levi it’s so comforting

wow this was a very long ask I’m so sorry but i just felt like i had to say something after i tried to do the walk of shame back to the general ereri tag and felt miserable, truly i love your writing so so much i feel like i could trust heart and mind with ur writing and i wouldn’t have to worry about whether or not I’m gonna like reading a fic, bc if it’s yours i know i will. I hope you’re doing well these days and that ur have a blast with Derek and stiles :)

You are so, so sweet, omg ;~; Thank you so much! Seriously, I really appreciate it, and I'm so glad you liked GEtE!!! It was so fun to write (and honestly what made me move from SnK to TW so whoops? lol Turns out I like writing about Werewolves HAHAHA!) Seriously, you're so sweet, thank you so much!! 💕💕

Awww, that means a lot to me, thank you! I know a lot of people have fallen out of TW, both because it ended and because of HOW it ended (and the dumpster fire that was the movie recently) but idk, I like the characters. I never even saw past season 4, so I just have fun with it haha. But totally understand the falling out of it. If you ever do come back, I hope you know there's tooooons of new TW stuff out there from so many amazing new creators to enjoy :)

WAIT EREN HAS A BROTHER?! Omg when tf did that happen??? Did he knows? Is he a half-brother? Was he hidden in the basement?! IS THAT WHAT IS IN THE BASEMENT?!?!?! Man, SnK... the series that keeps on giving me explosions in the brain. Wow. Well. I don't even know who all is alive or dead anymore tbh haha. They could all be dead by now and I'd never know |D Oh wellll... But thank you ;~; That's amazing to hear about S3 Levi, thank you so much!!!

You are just the sweetest bean, thank you so, so much. For real, this ask was lovely, you are lovely, and this was so kind. I appreciate you so much, thank you!! <3<3<3

#not SnK #Ella Speaks #rosylustre

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borderline-gays-club · 1 year

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So not entirely BPD related…

But honestly everything is BPD related cus that’s how I view and interact with the world.

Anyway preface done. Lol. But god as im working in the restaurant industry again, on the other side of my own rock bottom(s), im looking at everyone like, fuck. Capitalism TRULY destroys ppls imagination and spirit. It’s so sad to witness.

When I’m bored as shit at work (which is most of the time lol) I just ask my coworkers random questions, and one is simply, what do u want to do with ur life? And god…the responses I’ve gotten are fuckin sad.

I got a literal nothing. I want to do nothing. Just lay and do nothing. I got I want to end it now (which ngl I kinda laughed cus I feel that deep in me. The mood is real). And I mean that one was half serious. And then someone else just said my hobby is spending money lmao. And this was an adjacent question of, wat wud u want to do for work instead of this and they said factory work cus it sounds meditative.

The only person with a genuine hope for life is this one boy who’s the youngest in FOH and he wants to open a restaurant and is actually passionate abt it. I hope to god he doesn’t lose that light cus fuck we all need it. It’s so bleak to hear all these sad ass answers.

It’s just like everyone just truly gave up and are just stuck in this hellish cycle of make money, spend money rinse and repeat. There’s no ability to imagine a different and better life. At least not realistically. And I was there too not very long ago: I remember thinking, I’m just gonna do this my whole life and was like watever abt it. I didn’t have plans, I didn’t have any real goals. I didn’t care abt anything.

And it took an immense amt of pain and work to get to where I’m at now and I can look at my surroundings with a different lens now. And I’m starting to fully concretely see the patterns of the type of ppl that end up in this work (including where I currently fit in and where I used to).

But god I’m beyond words with how I’m so grateful for all the events that lead me up to this point where I have regained my imagination for life and joy. Bc I was literally spiritually dead for so long. I think bc my emotional instability was so visible and erratic (thanx BPD), that I simply couldn’t ignore it. And also I was seen as the unstable mentally ill one. Like a special case.

But the more I look at ppl I’m like…I’m truly not a special case at all. Everyone’s fucking sick in the head. They just don’t see it or don’t want to see it. And also different presentations of different problems will b accepted or not. (Easiest example being; alcoholism as an addiction is socially accepted and even celebrated whereas a meth addiction for example is seen as marginal and deplorable). So most ppls mental illness is simply acceptable or the norm when really everyone’s sick.

But I guess myself being seen as “too much” made me believe that I needed help. But it’s like…we all need collective help. This country is literally strategically making us all sicker by the day. It truly feels like a weird nightmare that I still want to exist in just so I can see the other side of the dream.

#actually bpd #bpd #bgc #bpd thoughts #quiet borderline #actually borderline #bpd shit

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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im reading all the new bmb asks and im gunna slowly shift back to the touya and dabi twins because like 2 pretty cocks is better than 1

hehehe anon bb are u asking for twins cock headcanons???

i answered an ask like that right here!! but i can try and expand upon those a lil hehehe <33

touya’s cock is impressive. he’s bigger than the average in every sense; longer than average, thicker than average, prettier than average, pushing 7 inches with a dusty pink shaft that’s smoother than silk. it’s as straight as a ruler with a rosy head that’s perfectly symmetrical, and he loves to experiment with new positions and different angling of his hips to see which fuck the best noises and sweetest expressions out of his partner, routinely twisting, bending, and folding them into any and every shape he possibly can (depending on their flexibility ofc!! don’t worry if you aren’t flexible, touya can get very creative and will still find interesting ways to pound you into oblivion, he promises) <33

dabi’s cock is massive. it isn’t as long as touya’s, or as straight as touya’s, or as pretty as touya’s, but it’s considerably thicker and very veiny, embellished with large and defined veins that wreathe around the shaft like vines. it’s heavy when it sits on your tongue, heavy when it rests in your palms, heavy when it slaps against your cheek, and he’s never patient enough to adequately stretch you out before you take it. dabi’s cock is also lighter in colour than touya’s, with a blush pink shaft and a paler head, though he gets flushed easier, cock darkening as more blood rushes south, veins engorged and throbbing as it morphs into the prettiest ruby red <3

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delicrieux · 3 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.

looking hot, her message read.

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse social media au #corpse husband fanfic #social media au #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #corpse husband fic #reader #xreader #imagine #imagines #myso #make you say oh

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pashminalamb · 2 years

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Back with a brainrot so it doesn't seem like im dead lmao

So the thing with virgin Gojo is when it comes down to finally doing it with his s/o, he ain't gonna be all shy and give up control completely, i strongly believe that Gojo is confident no matter what. So naturaly he is playing it cool but he is exposing his vulnerable side, he's just so touch starved and wants u to shower him with kisses and love and touch him all the time. But when you wrap ur hands around his dick he's already so far gone, moaning, whimpering and telling u how good it feels, how much he waited for this, how much he wanted u and how much he loves u.

(sowwyyy but virgin Gojo be livin' in my head rent free no shame)

- ❄️

♱ 𝔄 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔴

♱ Pairings : Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

♱ Ratings : Mature

♱ MDNI, minors stay the fuck out.

♱ Synopsis : You come to know a side of Satoru you never knew, over an unordered parfait and a woman from the past.

♱ Warnings : Reader is straightforward and blunt, Handjob, a very shy and naked Satoru (istg it's adorable), heavy petting?, submissive Satoru, dom! reader, mentions of masturbating, masturbation and cum eating.

♱ Note : I've had this in my box for a bit, and I took my time with it cause I didn't wanna half ass this. And I really liked how it came out... And yes, I used japanese. Translations are given at the end of the fic. Happy reading!! ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

(I know I'll come back to edit this)

Status : Requests : closed (I have many things planned), askbox : open for thirst posts and brainrots.

Feel free to rant or ask about my fics <3

(❄️ anon!! Virgin gojo is the most adorable thing I can write. But I've been thinking about Kitsune! Gojo, for a halloween prompt - been watching tale of the nine tailed. Let me know if you'd like a part 2 to this)

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Standing in front of the mirror, Gojo looked at himself one last time. Turning around, he made sure to look appealing before picking you up for a date. From previous encounters with topics on dating on social media posts, he remembered reading about what women find appealing in a man. Taking his nimble fingers towards his chest, he unbuttoned a few shirt studs at the top, exposing a bit of his pale smooth skin. Rolling his sleeves on either sides of his arms, he rotated his fists back and forth to make sure the veins that ran through the expanse of his skin was visible. Lifting his arm towards his forehead and flipping his hair back, he smirked at the mirror. After having had enough of watching and turning around to see his reflection and making sure everything in the right place, he grabbed his keys from the bowl and headed out into the quiet yet busy streets of Tokyo.

Staring at your watch, you realized Satoru was over 15 minutes late. You turned your head left and right to make look at his familiar face in the crowd, but the only ones you saw were those of strangers, conforming to the ever moving crowd. ‘Maybe he won’t show up’ you thought, dropping your watch bound wrist to the side. Turning away to leave, you heard a familiar voice “(Y/N) Chan!!!”

Turning yourself around, you could see Satoru approaching towards you from the corner of your eye. Waving as he came near, he came to stop mere centimeters before your face. Gazing at his attire, you found him to be overdressed but you paid no heed to it. “You’re late Gojo” you said simply in a monotone voice.

“Whew…But I made before you left right?” Satoru answered in a chirpy voice. You felt the ghost of a smile on your face on hearing those words. In the time that you have worked with Satoru, you realized although he had a childish exterior, he was very assuring as a colleague as well as a teacher. Although he seemed to not have a care int he world, he was worried about the safety of others even if he seldom showed it.

“Oi… (Y/N) Chan?” Satoru said, waving his hand in front of your face, breaking you away from your train of thoughts. “Hm?” You hummed staring at his shade covered eyes. “Genki ka?” Satoru asked, taking a step back to give you your space. Looking at his figure, you noticed the wild tufts of his hair. If you were to run your hands through his hair, would it be as soft as it looked? Looking at the corner of his covered eyes, you wondered how they would look while the sun’s rays fell on them or how the color of them would be dark with your shadow if you leaned into him. Trailing down to his lips, you mused about the feeling of them on yours. Would be they soft from the gentleness he showed…or would they be rough from the passion and aggression he held? You felt your expression deflate at the thought of this being a mere piece of fascination. The closest you had ever gotten to Satoru was during times in the Academy when you would pass anything from a cup to an extra sweet you had, but never were you able to get close to the feeling of his fingers touching or grazing past yours.

“(Y/N)” he said once more. Raising your eyebrows while staring at his lips, you tore your gaze from them to meet one’s that were hidden beneath his glasses. Nudging his glasses down the bridge of his nose he asked, “Is everything alright?”. Blinking a couple of times, you processed the question before answering,“I’m doing alright”.

“Really? Seems like someone was distracted… maybe you shouldn’t make your line of vision to my lips so obvious” Satoru said with a smirk, leaning his face into you. Clearing your throat, you decided to change the topic of conversation. “So… why exactly did you call me out here? It’s the weekend and I could have been at my place or gone out somewhere. Yet I am stuck here with you, adding the fact you’re fifteen minutes late” you said to the white haired male.

“You make it sound more like an obligation than a fun activity (Y/N) chan” Satoru said with a pout, tutoring his head to the side.

“Considering the fact that you’re more of a colleague than a friend and the time you told the kids they were going to Roppongi, but instead took them to a haunted building for performing an exorcism says otherwise. Also the fact that you don’t do these activities with your colleagues that often and choose to go out on dates with women outside of work is fishy. So why specifically choose me who is your colleague but not someone who is a friend? To add on I’m definitely not a romantic interest either” you explained in a ‘as-of-fact’ manner with a wave of your hand towards him. Meeting Satoru’s gaze you could tell he wasn’t happy about the way you spoke. His lips were pursed into a thin line towards the very last sentence of your rambling. Rubbing your thumb and index together, thinking of a way to remove the air of awkwardness from the conversation, you asked “So… where are we going?”.

Satoru said nothing as he walked to your side. Grabbing the sleeve of your coat, he said “There’s a place I know”. Tugging at your sleeve, he continued to walk with you in pursuit. Footsteps faded for the crowded street of Tokyo into a lane where no dared to wander.

“It’s nice to see a not exorcised building for a change. But… what are we doing here?” You asked looking at the building that stood before you in awe. The entrance was grand with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Looking up, you could see the grandiosity of the building, littered with paintings and statues.

“I came here to try a parfait and the view is amazing from what I hear” Gojo said in thought, taking his chin between his thumb and pointer finger. Looking at him slight skepticism, you probed,

“And who exactly are theses people you ‘hear’ from?”

“Mostly Mei Mei and Butahime” he said with a shrug. Rolling your eyes at the mention of MeiMei’s name you said, “You know, it surprises me that even though you claim the fact that you’re one of the ‘strongest sorcerers’ you can be so dense”. “Daijobu” Satoru said holding up a black card.

“Just enjoy your time with me here. ‘Kay?” He added in a flirtatious tone.

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As the elevator doors of the topmost floor of the building opened, you could see neon lights of the city that ever sleeps. “May I take your coat ma’am?” One of the waiters asked. Turning around you looked at Satoru who had his coat taken off by the waiter and waited for you to do the same. Stretching your hands out, you felt the coat being removed from your shoulders. “Right this way please” another waiter said with a smile waving his hand towards the direction of your table. Following close behind you till you reached your seat, Satoru pulled your chair and waved for you to sit. Snorting through you nose you remarked, “And they say Chivalry is dead”. “(Y/N) Chan hidoi” Satoru said while feigning hurt by placing his palm over his heart. Chuckling you took your seat, while Satoru pushed you towards the table. From the peripheral of your vision, you watched his figure walk around the table and take a seat. After getting comfortable, he placed both his arms on the table and entwined his fingers. You could hear noises of the city as the silence between the both of you. Turning your head towards the gigantic window beside your table, you stared out into the Tokyo night sky. Placing your hand under your chin, you watched cars passed beneath and barely visible dark clouds litter the sky with an occasional plane passing by.

“That’s the fifth plane so far…” Satoru said. Turning to look at him, you watched his eyes twinkle with fascination as he watched machines with twinkling lights flashing beneath them pass by.

“Since when were you fascinated with planes?” You asked in a teasing tone. “There are a lot of things that fascinate me, but you never bothered finding out now, did you (Y/N)-chin” Satoru teased back. “Never was the type to be interested in pretty boys. Easy on the eyes, a charming smile, but is the one that breaks another’s heart in the most quick and brutal way possible” you said in a monotone voice, turning to look outside the window once more.

“And… how did you come to that kind of a conclusion” Satoru asked, placing his knuckles under his cheek out of curiosity with his pale eyebrow raised from beneath his glasses.

“I’ve had a fair amount of sleepovers consoling a friend over their rash decisions with these kinds of men. All they ever want is one or a couple nights of fun without responsibility… however, I’m also aware about how every man is different, but pretty boys are something I lost interest in a while ago. Not to mention that I have a colleague in the academy who goes with at least” you said in mockery, raising your hand and using your fingers to count “four women a week?”.

“Sore wa uso desu” Satoru said with a smirk, pointing towards you. “Please. The number of times I’ve heard a ‘Satoru-kun, why don’t you answer me’ ‘ ‘Toru-Kun, you forgot our date!’ is astonishing that even Yaga had to chase them out with his puppets” you said in a dramatic manner.

Throwing his head back, Satoru laughed at your way with words. “When you put it that way, it does sound like I’m one of them. What can I say? I’m popular among women” he said, realizing into his chair and crossing his arms. “If you’re so popular, then why am I on this side of the table?” You asked, raising a brow at his previous claim. Hearing your words, Satoru’s lips were pursed into a thin line once more. Looking to your side, you could see his fist clenched around the fabric draped over the table. Resting your arms over the table, you took a hesitant breath before continuing to speak. “Gojo, you don’t have to beat round the bush when you’re with me. Even though you’re my colleague, we’ve worked together for over a year now and we’re not strangers. Inviting me out to parfait for bait doesn’t work and neither does small talk. I maybe rude, blunt and a lot of things, but it was never my intention to chase you away with it. So, tell me. What’s on your mind?”.

“(Y/N), I- ”

“Aha, and what do we have here?” A voice interrupted Satoru’s. Looking at the end of your table stood a women with a hand on her hip. She wore a sneer that was directed toward Satoru. She had a long black dress with her hair tied into an elaborate braid of sorts. Behind her was a man, who seemed just as perplexed as you.

“What do you want Ayumi?” Satoru said in a grave tone, glaring at the girl. “What is it I could possibly want from a man who hasn’t been with a real woman before?” the said girl scoffed. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked at Satoru who stared at the girl while clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. Turning towards you, Ayumi eyes roamed from analyzing your hair to your face. Taking a step back, she also looked at the kind of clothes and shoes you wore before turning to Satoru with an amused expression on her face.

“And you brought this tramp to a place like this…?” She asked with the raise of her hands, pronouncing the ambience of the room. Breathing out a sigh from your nose, you knew your patience was running thin. First were the incomplete answers from Gojo and second was being interrupted by a girl who had the nerve to make a comment about you even though she had never seen you before. “Gojo, your standards have failed to meet my expectations day after day. First, you take to me a restaurant then we go back to my place, only to run away when I found out you were a virgin”.

Eyes widening in surprise, your head snapped towards Gojo, only to see that he had become unnervingly quiet and stiff. Slapping your palm against the table, you caught the attention of everyone in the restaurant. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” You asked with a dark chuckle. “Huh?” Ayumi asked with arrogance.

“Look. I came over to enjoy a parfait with my colleague and friend. Don’t you think you’re disrupting everyone in here by talking like that?” You asked, waving your hand over to the other side of the room where heads of several guests were turned.

“It’s funny how you call me a tramp and yet you act like one in a place as pristine as this. Ever heard the phrase of ‘pot calling the kettle black’” you asked Ayumi.

“Don’t you think you’re acting all high and mighty for a girl who should be getting on her knees and being thankful for being brought to a place like this? The most expensive piece of estate in Tokyo?!” Ayumi said with a snarl ready to lunge for you but was held back by the male behind her.

“For a person in ‘the most expensive piece of estate in Tokyo’ you sure don’t look or act like you would fit in the crowd” you said, cracking your neck from side to side. Getting up from your chair to move around her, you came to a stop, behind Gojo. Folding your arms together, you pressed yourself against he wooden back of his chair and probed the fuming girl, “So, what was it? Was it his looks? Or did you happen to see his black card and decided to play dog?”.

Ayumi grit her teeth in response.

“No answer huh… guess your silence answers everything. Even though Satoru is a virgin, he still has some dignity unlike a dog who followed him for the sake of his looks and money” you said to the seething girl.

“Well then, we’ll be on our way. Get up Satoru. Let’s go home” you announced, tapping on the side of his chair. Moving around the girl, you went towards the waiter for your coat with Satoru behind you, giving soft smiles to waiters and the manager who apologized for the inconvenience on the way out.

While exiting out of the building, you felt Satoru's hand reach for yours. You began leaning into his touch as his fingers entwined around yours. You felt all your questions being answered as his palm rubbed against yours. Yes, Satoru’s hands were big. Yes, they were smooth. Yes, his fingertips were cold. And yes… it did feel like fireworks.

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Standing at the entrance of your apartment, the empty hallway was filled with the jangling of your keys as they were slotted into lock of your door. Turning to see Satoru, you asked “Would you like to come in?”. Smiling in return, he threw himself into the house shouting a “Ojamashimasu”.

You chuckled at his childishness, closing the door behind you. Throwing your coat on the couch, you silently told him to do the same by titling your head towards the taken seat. Tossing your keys into a nearby bowl, you asked “Well, since you didn’t get to try the Parfait, would like my broke ass cup of tea or eclair?”.

Smirking he said, “I’ll take the eclair”.

Walking to your fridge you took out the cold eclair. Before you could set it on the plate, it was snatched out of your hands by none other than Satoru. “Itadakimasu” he said, before taking big bites of the eclair. You both sat and ate in silence, with sounds of water drops falling from the tap in the kitchen sink.

“Ne, did you mean what you said?” Gojo asked, taking a final bite of the parfait. You hummed in response. “You said about me being your friend…” he said in a small voice. Surprised at the conversation he chose to pick, you looked at his face. Even if his eyes were hidden away beneath his glasses, the frown on his lips was enough of a expression to show you what went through his mind. Moving away from the kitchen isle, you stood in front of him. With the call of his name you urged him to look at you. Snapping his head up from his shoes, Satoru’s face came close to yours. Raising your hands, you held onto the sides of his shades, retracting your arms behind and pulled them from his face until you found blue orbs staring into yours. “I know it’s an inconvenience given you have your six eyes, but I need to really see you when I say this”.

Tucking your arms behind you, you took a calmed your fast beating heart and spoke.

“I meant every word I said back there. I don’t say it to your face since your inflated ago doesn’t need another pump. I’ve worked with you for over a year. You can be selfish at times, and you have reasons… but, I also admire you for it. I don’t know much about your past, neither would I wan to prod into it, but whatever it is, I know you came out strong because of it. No one becomes a strong sorcerer in one night. And if you ever need me I’ll always be there. Sure, I can be an asshole at times, but I have my moments like anyone else-” your ramble was interrupted by a pair of lips. You could feel your vision shake from the sheer intensity of the kiss. It felt sloppy and inexperienced but it moved with passion and the feeling of intense affection. This kiss defined Satoru. Fisting your hands into his hair, you pulled him away from you. His eyes were half lidded with desire and need. His tongue hanging loose from his mouth in ecstasy from the taste of you. Whining in desperation of more, his hands found their way to your shoulders pulling you into him. Pressing a hand against his chest, you tried to separate yourself from him. “Why?” He whined at the loss of feeling your skin against. “You’re not thinking straight Satoru. Maybe you should go home” you said in a haste, turning to leave the kitchen. Making your way into the living room, you opened the door, only to have it slammed back into a place by a hand much larger than yours. You could feel his arms circling around your waist as his head dropped onto the nape of your neck. You could feel Satoru’s hot breaths against you and you realized this is the closest you had ever to been to him.

“Don’t… don’t send me away” he said in a voice barely audible. Placing your hands over his caused his grip to tighten around you. Remembering Ayumi back from the restaurant, you asked “You’re usually bad with names… How did you remember Ayumi? What if this is a gimmick and all you want is one night with me?”

You felt the baritone of his voice chuckle behind you, and you could feel your anger rise by as every minute passed.

“Never took you for the jealous type… but you’re quick to point that out. That’s what I expect of my (Y/N) Chan” Satoru said with a soft smile.

“Don’t fuck around with me Gojo and answer my question. It’s the only thing keeping you from being on the other side of my door” you responded with a grave tone.

Letting a few moments of silence pass, Satoru spoke.

“Ayumi was the last girl I ever went out on a date with. She invited me to her place after we went to a bar. It was one of the places I hated the most but I couldn’t rid of the thoughts about the woman who haunted me both during the day and at night despite the fact that I was away from her. It only seemed fair to drown my sorrows in the thing I hate the most… and it’s-”

“Alcohol. I know” you interrupted him, staring into the hard wood of your door, counting each line embedded into it.

“Shitsureiyo (Y/N) Chan. I wasn’t done explaining” Gojo whined, nuzzling into the nape of your neck. Not hearing a response from you, he continued to talk.

“The night I went to Ayumi’s house, I was drunk. But not that drunk to not be in my senses. She came over me. Let her hands roam my body” he said in a calm voice,“Before she could kiss me, I flinched. Thought I could man up by having a woman… but if it isn’t you, I want no other”.

“Why? You seemed to be comfortable with letting her hands roam your body, but the moment it’s her lips, you couldn’t take it? Are you even speaking in your senses right now Gojo?” You asked in an exasperated voice.

“Told you I wasn’t done. You never learn do you (Y/N) Chan?” Gojo complained in frustration.

“Fine. After this, you leave” you said in a cold tone. Neither acknowledging nor answering your question Satoru rubbed circles into the side of your torso and picked up from where he left.

“Alcohol made me see things. Felt I was in heaven when I thought about your hands touching me instead of Ayumi. Thought about how pretty you’d look under me. But when I saw it wasn’t you, I couldn’t go any further”.

“So… you’re…?” You questioned.

“Mhm” he hummed as a reply.

“Ah… then, what does it have to do with me?” You asked, curious and desperate to know if his answer is the one you’ve always dreamed of.

“Despite being a sorcerer, you’re pretty dense aren’t you” Satoru huffed.

“There’s lust and love, Satoru. The line between them is very thin” you quipped back.

“At this point you’re just itching for me to say aren’t you?” Satoru asked. You grit your teeth in annoyance knowing that this an would not give you what you wanted.

“And this is why I don’t deal with pretty boys-” you said rolling your eyes.

“Aishiteru” Satoru’s voice cut into yours. Getting no response back, Satoru repeated once more “Aishiteru. So’nanni Aishiteru”.

Feeling deflated, his grip loosened around your waist only to be surprised when he heard the sound of your footsteps, turning around to face him. Raising your fingers, you ran them through his hair, feeling the texture of his strands.

“I’ve always wanted to do this” you said with a smile. Nuzzling his nose against yours he gave it light kiss before moving to your lips.

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Making your way into the bedroom, you pushed him onto the bed. Kissing him, you ran your hands on the expanse of his skin.

“Are you sure you wanted this” you asked Satoru in a grave tone, “If you want, we can stop here”.

“No. I’ve wanted this for a very long time. Now that I’ve made it this far, I’m not stopping for anything or anyone else” Satoru said, reaching his hand out to caress your cheek.

Feeling a soft smile creep onto your face, you felt yourself being drawn in by the sight of his lips.

Feeling his tongue dance against yours, Satoru moaned into your mouth. Pulling away with a small bite to his lip, you began to unbutton the studs of his shirt. He looked down at you with fondness as he watched you undo the last button. Taking a grip of his pants, you pulled the zipper down to reveal his errection being held back by the expanse of his boxers. Combine back up, you placed yourself on his side.

“Satoru. I want to pay attention and answer me” you said, looking at him. He blinked at you in response.

“Tell me where did she touch you” you commanded him. Sitting up, Satoru pulled his arms back to shed his shirt onto your bedroom floor. Placing his hand onto this collarbone, he looked at you through half lidded eyes.

Leaning into the scent of his skin, you let your lips trail over it lightly before catching it between your teeth and giving it a hard suck. Satoru moaned at the feeling of your teeth and tongue over his collarbone. Pulling back after littering the patch of skin with kisses, bites and a bit of spit, you hummed in satisfaction at the sight of his skin turning flush pink, knowing it would bloom into colors of dark pink and purple the next day.

“Where else?” You asked in a seductive tone.

After marking Satoru on his neck, chest, abs and v lines, he whined at the pain of his erect dick being constrained by the fabric of his boxers that was starting to tighten on his skin. Using your thumbs, you pulled down his boxers. Tugging his legs free off them, Satoru threw his leg over the other towards the side, hiding the sight of his naked manhood from your gaze. Catching hold of one his ankles, you pulled his leg back to it’s original position.

“Uh uh uh. We’re having none of that” you said, titling your head to the side. Hiding his face into the pillow, you could his see a light blush on the apples of his cheeks. Chuckling to yourself, you used one of your hands to rub against his shaft. Satoru whined and shivered at the feeling of your hand rubbing his dick. Looking behind you, you saw the mirror at the foot of your bed.

Taking your place behind him, you made Satoru’s head rest against your chest.

“Satoru, look into the mirror there” you said.

Batting his eyes from you to the mirror, he shook his head from side to side in defiance.

“Are you refusing me?” You asked in a low tone.

Taking a large gulp, Satoru lifted his hand and grabbed yours. Taking it, he placed it at the tip of his dick and said “Ore ga yaru”

Sliding your hand up and down his dick softly, you could see his precum oozing from the tip of it. Trickling down, your palm continued to move in a rhythm. Your empty bedroom was filled with the filthy sounds of wetness being rubbed over skin and high pitched moans of Japan’s strongest sorcerer. Looking at himself in the mirror, Satoru threw his head back, losing his senses in the feeling of your hands on his dick. Using your other hand, you played with his balls that hung low and heavy beneath his shaft.

“You like that baby?” You asked in an alluring voice.

“H-Hah hai” Satoru answered, batting his white lashes at the mirror.

“Who does this belong to?” You asked, giving his dick a lightly squeeze. Satoru moaned loudly at the constricted feeling your palm was giving him. Changing the pace of your movements, you began to rub his dick at a fast pace. Meeting your gaze in the mirror, he said in a breathy voice

“Omae da”

“Who do you belong to?” You demanded.

“You” he answered right away, using one of his hands to press your face towards him.

Staring into your eyes, he felt his heart race. Opening his mouth, he let out choked sobs at he feeling his first orgasm. The number of nights he had to rub one out to the thought of your hands being over him instead of having to deal with it himself had turned into a reality.

Feeling his free hand dig into the skin of your hand, you knew he was close. Continuing to maintain your pace, you heard him moan your name loudly.

Looking down, you were met with the sight of white ropes of cum sliding down his abs. Strings of cum were seen between your digits. Taking your fingers, you sucked on one before using your middle finger to prod into his mouth. Taking your fingers into his mouth, Satoru sucked them obediently.

“That’s my good boy” you said.

After bathing for a few moments in the afterglow, you moved to fetch a rag for cleaning Satoru up. Before you could leave the bed, you felt Satoru wrap an arm around your torso, clutching your shirt tightly on the verge of ripping, afraid that you would disappear.

“Calm down babe. ‘M just getting a washcloth” you chuckled.

“Promise you’d come back quick?” He asked in a shy voice.

“Course. Can’t leave my love unattended now can I?” You cooed at him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Wait here” you said. Getting up, you headed to the bathroom, washing your hands off. Grabbing a wet washcloth, you headed to the kitchen to grab a bag of candy and a bottle of water.

Coming back into the bedroom, you saw Satoru waiting for you, looking at you with a soft expression as you approached him. Opening the bag of candy, you held it out to him. Taking your place beside the bed, you crouched down and rubbed at the mess that was stuck to Satoru’s skin. Once you were done, you tossed the dirty cloth into the hamper at the corner of the room with a small “score”, and turned to him. Satoru held out a piece of candy for you to take. Opening your mouth, you were about to bite into it when he pulled his fingers back and tossed the piece of jelly into his mouth.

“Too slow” he teased you while chewing on the sweet.

“Brat” you chuckled.“You want a shower?” You asked.

“iie. Daijobu” he responded, searching for colored candy in the bag.

“Alright. I’m taking one and we can sleep” you said, grabbing your towel.

“I’m staying the night?” He asked, his head snapping to meet your gaze.

“No. You’re staying the day” you responded. Hearing your response, Satoru pouted. Reaching a hand out to pet his cheek you said “Course you’re staying the night. I’ll not have it any other way”.

Smiling in response, Satoru nuzzled into the palm of your hand. Giving it a small peck he said, “Let’s start off right with tomorrow”. Giving a puzzled look, you asked him “With what?” .

He said with a soft gaze “A date”.

♱ Translations :

Genki ka : Are you alright?

Daijobu : It's alright

Sore wa uso desu : That's a lie

Ojamashimasu : Excuse me (before entering someone's house)

Itadakimasu : Thanks for the meal

Shitsureiyo : You're being rude

Aishiteru : I love you

So'nanni Aishiteru : I love you so much

Ore ga yaru : I'll do it

hai : yes

Omae da : You

iie : no

#saint.pdf ✧･ﾟ #👼 💌 : ❄️ anon

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rotshop · 3 years

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help girl i just woke up and im already thinking abt mag s/o again. anyway please consider ;

[ tw body horror, some brief light gore and violence ]

[ note ; reader is SLIGHTLY described. the only thing mentioned is that they have a noticeable, identifying scar on their face

hank + mag s/o

-he knew you even before the boombox incident. he doesn't even really remember how you two first met, he just remembers that you started talking to him and then just kinda kept coming back. at first he wasn't the biggest fan of you since he was 'doing just fine on his own,' but...he admittedly was already really attached to you. they've never been much of a talker and that's especially noticeable to you at that point in time but ,,, they respond enough with signing, nodding / shaking their head, or the occasional speaking that you're able to carry some conversations pretty well.

-he doesn't really. have. a lot of people in his life. you're really his only real close friend, it's kinda hard for him to fully wrap his head around it so !! they chose not to, instead focusing more-so on whatever it was you were rambling to them about that day.

-not super sure of where to put this lmao but ummm ehe . he's actually surprisingly touchy with you????? like. you've hung out at his house a few times and he just like. you'll start out sitting next to each other and you'll end up either laying with your head on their chest or vice versa . its . a little funny . you tease him about it a little and he just flicks your shoulder. also traces your scar a lot if you'll let them, they're not entirely sure why they do it, they just . like asking you about it occasionally.

-also you have scary dog privileges. they might look like any other grunt at that point but they're still tall as fuck and idk man !! something abt getting a blank stare from someone who towers over u would probably make u shut up and mind ur own damn business.

-again, he's not super good at fully recognizing / acknowledging certain thoughts and feelings of his but . yknow. he can definitely tell he at least worries about you a lot more than he would some other grunt he just met. he can definitely tell there's a reason he doesn't mind you touching him, whether by grabbing his hand to go show him something or just placing a hand on his shoulder or arm (most likely arm, again. hes tall. ). they can definitely tell there's a reason that they find themself genuinely enjoying your interactions.

-after the park thing you don't see them for a long time. everytime you try and call him the lines dead, everytime you try and ask others about him you just get choice words, all in all you're pretty much lost on the entire thing. sure, you know what happened but . it just never sits right with you. it doesn't help whenever people ask questions about them or give you wary looks because of your association, half steps back when you take one forward.

-anyway. yeah nevada goes to shit and you get magnified for the aahw. by now you just. don't really talk about hank. surprisingly, you have a little more of your old memories than the average mag !! congrats. problem is they're all foggy enough that you only really distantly decipher them. lmao. you aren't super high on the ladder but you're a pretty tough mag to beat. you're well known enough that other mags tend to hang around you when there's not much else going on. v2 mags especially think it's fun to mess around with you by jumping on your back or otherwise clinging onto you . idk man u've got like . a little family here .

-at one point or another there's an outing youre on that ends up going wrong. you get split up from the rest of your unit and are forced to hide out in some old abandoned building while you wait for backup. you're a little too injured to try and walk all the way back, a heavy gash on your side preventing you from doing too much in the moment. when you hear heavy steps on concrete you're able to give some sort of noise of relief, turning your head to look over your shoulder at whichever agent in your group had finally found you-

-you're instead met with red goggles and the end of a gun.

-any kind of relief is snatched away, you know damn well who it is by just the bit you can see in the dark alone. even standing in the shade between two windows (one of which you were sitting by, probably how they seen you in the first place- if that's the case though, it's a little weird they hadn't just shot at you through it.) you knew it was him. you're already stumblingly forcing yourself up to as much of your full height as you can manage, taking some kind of defensive position even as one of your hands ghosts over your gash. the throbbing pain of it and the feeling of blood sticking and running down your skin is enough that you can't seem to focus on the fact that he won't stop staring at your face.

-it doesn't take long before your legs seem to fail you, forcing you forward a bit as you kneel in some sort of attempt to keep upright. you're too busy hissing under your breath and screwing your eyes shut in pain as your hand covers your side to notice your company stepping forwards. you're snapped back to attention when there's a hand on your face, fingertips digging into your skin as they yank your head down a little further. you know you should be grabbing him, that you should be digging your claws into his torso and ripping him clean in half, throwing whatevers left aside and leaving. you know thats what you were told to do, what you were told they deserved anyway. yet, you aren't. instead, you're just giving some warning growl as you stare at them. you notice how the end of the gun is pointed away from you, how their touch seems to outline the mark on your face.

-"If you try and hurt me, I'll kill you." That's the only real heads up you get before he's crouching down and shoving your hand out of the way, grabbing something from his pocket to get to work on you. you don't fail to notice how little attention they're paying to you (aside from the focus on your wound, of course), that you could just rush forward and slam them into the ground if you really wanted.

-ok im skippin g ahead bc this is already way too goddamn long for hcs DEJWJCS

-anyway. it's a complicated relationship for a while. the others tend to avoid you a little but he just keeps showing up around you. they keep staring at you and just hanging around in your general area. it's not that much of an irritant if you ignore all the weird emotions and thoughts it keeps bringing to the forefront of your mind, forcing you to once again try and meddle with your memories.

-eventually he just starts walking over to you and sitting down next to you. sometimes he doesn't say anything at all, just sitting there and seeming to wait for one thing another- he never seems to find whatever that is, as he always gets up and leaves without a word at some point or another. then they start talking, its just little things at first, point-blank statements you can't say much on. sometimes they're just saying they and the other three will be gone for a bit othertimes it's some half-demand to let them look at the stitches they did on you (semi-related, he's not good at them. the stitches are pretty rough. at one point or another sanford has to redo them properly lmao)

-but then there's one particular night. they do the normal thing, come over, sit down next to you, not say a word. this time though you note how they're facing you. instead of some reminder or a demand for anything, he's pulling his ask down and asking a simple question. 'What do you remember?'

-it's a long conversation. he's talking more than he normally would by a long shot, occasionally stopping whenever his words seem to especially fail him and get stuck in his throat. you don't even really remember moving around, or even him pulling you in any way, you just know you somehow end up laying next to him with your head on his chest.

-whenever the memories do seem to click into place, it's hard. you have a lot of choice words for them yourself, months of being left alone without a word bubbling up with a vengeance, they listen to them. while some mags (such as yourself) do have the ability to speak, the san and dei don't think they've ever heard one with that much emotion in their voice. they've especially never seen a mag just break down like you do, they're both tensing up a little from their far away spot when hank's walking closer to you. instead of you lashing out or swiping at him though, you just sit there while he wraps his arms around you (as best as he can at least, it's a little difficult but he's able to get them around your neck and reach his other hand behind you well enough). you're eventually doing the same to him, though it's more so just your hands resting on their back.

-it takes a good while for proper trust to be rebuilt along with an honest, proper explanation from hank that only you're privy to. eventually though, there's enough trust that you're able to hang around him again without narrowly avoiding an argument or anything. they don't like being super affectionate or 'vulnerable' in front of the other two, so most times they prefer being in your or their room. also they're still touchy lmao, doesn't help that you're mag sized now and so they just want to hold you . its hard to explain, he's never been super affected by others heights and even when he is it's usually a negative thing for him but . for some reason . he just likes being shorter / smaller than you lol ,,,,,,,, hope you like holding them a lot bc that's what you're gonna be doing

-holy shit these are long so . i think .i am going to stop here.

#hank j wimbleton x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom imagines #madness combat imagines #rot writes #hank 'jmy s/o is twice my size and could turn me into a fine wine if they really wanted to and i love them for it' wimbleton

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salsdemise · 3 years

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Gundham and Korekiyo in a relationship hcs (separate)

I had fun writing these lol. TW/CW: slight V3 spoilers for Kiyo, other than that none! AU: non-kg/non-despair au Word count: 1,361(kinda long!)

HC’s under the cut!

Kiyo!

-I’ve done some on this but

-he’s a generally reserved person, not opening up about himself much if at all until farther into the relationship.

-His love language is giving you gifts!

-He travels a lot so by the time he’s back its like christmas lol

-if he comes home(assuming you live in the same apartment) at a time he knows ur asleep, he joins you in bed. May not sleep if he’s had tea or something to drink, but he enjoys it when he gets in bed and you almost instantly cling to him.

-Doesn’t like to be touched, that being said he LOVES invading your personal space. He’s wrapping an arm around your shoulders, waist, he’s spinning you around and goofing off, playing with your hair, ect.

-try and do the same with him and he won’t tell you not to, but he will be quite stiff and still. At least at the beginning of the relationship

-Loves 20’s and 30’s music? Like, Button Up Your Overcoat by Helen Kane? That shit slaps to him and if you like it too, then prepare to listen to it often.

-not one for public dates, loves dancing with you in your kitchen. Loves picnics too!

-doesn’t matter if you can’t cook, he’ll eat it even if it’s mostly burnt. He might even figure out a way to make what you make taste edible lol

-He loves taking photos of you randomly doing things. Cooking dinner? He’s got a picture. Drawing? Picture. Reading? He’s got one. Picking flowers on a picnic date? Obviously. You mid scream bc of a horror game jumpscare? He’s got two.

-If you end up asking about his bandages and stuff, he takes them off to show you various scars and marks. If you ask, he tells you about the ‘welcoming’ he got from natives of an area he was visiting. He doesn’t tell you he almost died though lol.

-He’ll make you bracelets n stuff

-He likes falling asleep with you on top of him. Helps him feel grounded and he loves holding you

-Fights are almost non-existent between you two.

-unless it’s about his trauma. But you two don’t often talk about that unless he’s had a day where he can’t stop thinking and even then you just hold him while he cries and talks about it.

-healthy relationship <3

-If you have any trauma he’s more than willing to help you through your issues, making you tea, holding you, calming you down. He’s a listener.

-He wants to know everything about you. What you like, what you don’t like, what makes you happy, what to avoid. He wants to make sure you’re comfy with everything.

-he always asks before touching you, kissing you, entering a room you’re in when the door is closed, calling you ect.

-You do the same. You always ask if you can go into his room, if you can look when he has his mask off, if you can hold his hand and stuff.

-He has a little garden! Mostly roses, but he likes it.

-You’ve made him masks and he adores them. His favorite has roses on the sides.

-Korekiyo loves you sm and you get along very well

-Valentines day you guys just stay inside and watch awful romance movies while cuddling.

-if you really want to go out, get ready because he’s not holding anything back. Gundham!

-Getting into the relationship is a LONG process.

-And I mean LONG

-It probably starts when you find one of his Devas. He’s looking for them and you’re just walking around with them on your shoulder and he nearly runs into you when he sees you have them and he’s like

- “Mortal, halt any further movement and unhand my Deva this instance!”

-ur just standing there with them on ur shoulder so you hold your hand out to it so it can climb on and then hand it to Gundham

-Mans shocked lmao like his devas clearly like you

-it happens three more times, all of them have gone missing once now

-He’s so confused???

-he starts following you around bc “your energy is...interesting, Mortal. My Deva’s truly seem to like you and I'm inclined to see why.”

-just accept it he’s not leaving you alone. Ever.

-if ur free after school he’s gonna ask you to go to the pet store he volunteers at too frequently (half the people there think he works there, he doesn’t but he might as well)

-if you say yes he’ll tell you about all the animals and let you hold them(might get you one if he likes you enough)

-Eventually he asks you out for real, he first asks you to go to the pet store again and you agree. Then he takes you on a picnic near a cemetery (if you ask why not in he says “It’s quite rude to disturb the dead like that, Mortal.”)

-Durning the picnic his Deva’s bring out notes to you while he’s not looking

-they’re little notes with poems saying how much he loves you

-very sweet, very sweet.

-He notices eventually and mans goes RED.

-hiding in his scarf, he tells you how he feels

-obviously you say yes, and you two start dating (kazuichi would be over the moon lol)

-mind you this is like 4 years into the friendship, y’all are almost out of highschool by now

-It takes him a while to initiate contact with you, also takes him a bit to get used to you touching him in general

-one thing he’s used to quickly is having your arms linked. He enjoys it. The devas do too. They can go from him to you!

-He’ll excuse himself 3 times a day to shower. Man has hamsters on him constantly, wears no underwear and is a little paranoid about being smelly since he was bullied for smelling like a hamster when he was younger.

-You don’t mind at all, seeing him with his hair down is amazing every time.

-He likes it when you play with his hair but he won’t tell.

-the deva’s will though-

-when you guys get close enough(7 years friends, 3 years dating) he’ll be comfy with skin to skin. And he adores it when you trace the many large and small scars on him from him training his animals.

-He isn’t someone to ask for cuddles, but when he’s had a rough day he’ll ask to lay down with you. He likes laying with his head on your lap or stomach and his arms around your waist while you mess with his hair.

-He has hard days a lot when out of highschool. So when he comes home from work (he works as a tour guide at a zoo change my mind) he likes to just,,,,collapse into you. He likes when you hold his face and kiss his forehead

-he’s a very affectionate person in private!

-,,,clearly, as written

-Fights are super rare between you two. Like, super rare. If you have an issue you both sit down to talk. You listen and work it out, and then things are fine.

-he doesn’t eat most meats. The only one he eats is fish. He will not eat any other meat.

-meals are easy with him though, you try your best for him and he loves it. You can make meals with meat in them and remove the meat from half of it for him and when you do he’s so happy. You think of him and he adores that.

-Lovey poems, notes, gifts, little things that make you both smile.

-his love language is gifts and notes.

-He’s surprisingly popular with kids at his work, so when you go to visit him with lunch, you’re kinda surprised at first to see him crouched down with a group of 5-8 year olds, talking about birds and lizards.

-You wait till the kids are collected and then go over, smiling

-he’s a little embarrassed.

-Valentines day is a DAY for you two

-he goes all out with it and that’s all I'm saying

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #korekiyo shinguuji x reader #drv3 korekiyo #non despair au #gundham tanaka x reader #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v2 goodbye despair #fluffy #slight spoilers?#i love these men

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Anon said: i love love love LOVE how you just draw gojo leaning onto getou, hiding his face in getou's neck or back or chest <////3 im just so heartbroken over those two

So glad to hear you like him clingy as much as I do!! TT^TT as far as I’m concerned he wasn’t clingy enough in canon, so I’m fixing it as much as I can with every new doodle haha

Anon said: whenever im sad i just come to your account and look through your art :")) it brings me so much comfort :')) also i gotta mention that the teacher getou art you've made has healed my broken heart bc of jjk and now that is the only canon i accept thank you very much gege akutami has nothing on me

GAH GETO-SENSEI MY ONE AND ONLY I’m happy he makes you as soft as he does me, he’s such a comfort to me ;;;; and thank you for liking my stuff!!!! Means the world to me to hear it ;A; <3

Anon said: I miss your krbk sm 😔 No pressure intended!!!!!! I still love and support u and ur art!!!

Man I miss them too!!!!! @ hori when are you bringing my loves back from the war I’m here waiting good sir!!!

Anon said: v v curious on your thoughts on what’s currently going on in bnha manga :)))

HMMM what are my thoughts on it? Well, let’s split it in two: Deku’s side and Todoroki’s side, because that’s how it’s split in my brain atm, and allow me to start from the second because it’s easier to get through for me

I’m in love with everything Hori is doing with Todoroki and everyone involved with him - that’s to say his whole whole family and Hawks and Jeanist too, all of it, I’m so into it it’s no joke at all. Always been in love with how he handles Enji’s character and his interactions with his family and the latest developments didn’t disappoint me at all, wasn’t very much into Dabi right after the “reveal” but the more I think about it and about the story from his pov the more behind it I am, forever and always head over heels for Shouto’s way of dealing with a situation that’s as complex as one would expect from a protagonist of their very own story you could really make a manga out of the Todoroki’s family plot from Shouto’s pov alone, it’s incredible I can’t state how in love with it all I am enough. And Hawks, don’t make me start on him I’ll straight up never stop, absolutely and most definitely my favorite pro-hero I would trust him with my money and my kids 100/10 just assume I’m constantly crying over him. Also Jeanist is just hilarious so bless him and his presence in an otherwise too heavy story

Deku’s side........ well, the main problems I have with it are that one, I don’t really understant the need to keep ofa a secret from the class for the biggest part of the story when the reveal wasn’t forced upon Deku, didn’t have a huge impact on him or his relationship with the others (his leaving wasn’t directly caused by him coming clean after all, he wouldn’t have had to leave earlier had he not kept it a secret and he would have still left at this point had the class already known all along) and didn’t, like. Matter. All that much. Two, this manga is called my hero academia and I’m genuinely starting to wonder why. What was the point of all the arcs set inside the school anyway? Most of the characters growth (Deku’s especially) and the progression of the main plot happened in the arcs outside of the school anyway, and at this point it’s clear we’re not going back to the school after this or even seeing anyone graduate. What of Shinsou? What was the point of his plot when we’re not even gonna see him being active part of the class in a school environment? I’m just confused about it all, I guess. Three, which is really my biggest problem with it all, is the way Deku’s set on saving Shigaraki. It’s not like I don’t like a story in which all the villains are saved and the good guys win and love prevails and all that, call it corny but they’re exactly my type of stories, but I’m not sure I can get behind it when Twice died like that, and Midnight did as well, and Aizawa lost a leg, and Nighteye died, and Hawks might have lost his wings, and Shirakumo ended up Kurogiri and it’s still unclear whether he can be saved, like... why does Shigaraki get to be saved when so many people suffered like that? And it’s not only about them suffering by his hands, it’s about Hori and how he was ruthless with so many characters but lets the story show arbitrary kindness to Shigaraki alone, it’s all... well. Unfair. The way I see it. At this point I at the very least expect kindness for Touya as well, here.

That said if I pick the chapters one by one by themselves I do enjoy them very much. I just don’t gotta think about the big picture lmao AH but it’s all a personal opinion, of course! I know people who enjoy the way the story is going and I can see where they’re coming from, this is all arbitrary tastes and preferences on my part, I’m aware of it!

Anon said: Hi hi! I finally got into jjk AND finally caught up on the manga and i appreciate your doods soooo much more now!! They’re so great!! But imcurious, is there one specific moment in the story where you Gojo and Geto became IT for you? Just genuinely curious!!

THANK YOU happy to hear you liked jjk!!!! And that’s!!! a great question, I’m not sure I have an answer actually? I binged the manga in a day and a half, you see, and when I binge stuff that fast I rarely stop to overthink things - I did ship them as I read too since, well. They’re in love lmao but I shipped them in the same way I shipped itafushi or yuutoge after I read the prequel, you know? Just a general aknowledging of how good they were together. The main point with satosugu specifically was probably that satoru has been my favorite character since the beginning of the story and suguru got there as well as soon as I read their backstory, so once I was caught up they’re the ones I ended up spending the most time thinking about, both by themselves and together, and that ended up making me a bit obsessed..... just a bit lol

If I had to give one specific moment that got me by the heart and squeezed the hardest it’d be... probably Satoru’s “my soul knows otherwise”. And the way his voice alone could bring Suguru back, even for just a single moment. The thing about satosugu for me!!! one of the many things about them, but the main thing for me, is that they love each other. Be it platonic or however you wanna see it, they love each other. Despite everything and after it all, even if Satoru had to kill Suguru, even if Suguru killed so many and betrayed Satoru and they went their separate ways in the harshest of ways, they love each other. It’s insane, isn’t it? That they’d love each other so much they could pass over everything and anything. I’ve seen the “best friends become enemies” trope so often in shounen manga, but this is the first time I see it treated like this - with love so strong that they never blamed each other or turned that love in hate. The way satosugu do it is all-encompassing! It goes beyond the world and their differences and death itself! So if I had to pick it’d be that one, because that scene happens after it’s all over, and it all went to shit and way beyond too already, and still their souls resonate with each other and answer to each other and that sends me insane, just thinking about it. Like, god, they really still love each other. Satoru’s mourned for Suguru for a year, Suguru’s been dead for a year, they’d been separated ten whole years before then, and still! And still!!! It’s so tender I don’t know how to deal with it

Anon said: “What’s a god to a nonbeliever?”—That tag is going to haunt me for a while. The entire tag section for your latest Gojo and Geto drawing is meta-worthy.

THANK YOU it’d been eating at my brain I had to write it down somewhere why are those two like that

Anon said: Do you take commissions? No pressure! ✨❤️

Not right now!

Anon said: How do you feel about sukuna ? like/dislike or thoughts on him

AMAZING QUESTION I love him. I have absolutely zero clue as of why so don’t ask me to elaborate, I’m literally that marge pic with the potato when it’s about Sukuna, I have no meta thoughts about him nor deep reasonings behind it - by all accounts, I should dislike him! But he shows up and I’m like nghhh king, so that’s where we stand. It’s Sukuna, you know. I just think he’s neat.

Anon said: sighs time to get into another fandom bc i simp too hard for ur art 😔

HAH thank you for the trust I hope you’ll like ror if you do get into it!!! hahaha

#fran answers #oh two of these are Long #.....#long post #in case the readmore doesn't work for whatever reason

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