#// although i'll try not to reveal too much at once lol

[naeverse]

I was wondering if u declined the birthday request thingy cuz i was waiting for it lmao-hi! Yeah the birthday thing that might or might not be my birthday lol i was hesitating actually to send that at first im glad u liked the idea it was too personal request that i was hoping to be like a little gift thingy lol AH CANT WAIT IEJDJDJD

(m giving myself a nickname call me ❄️)

OMG I'm so happy that you saw the oopsie I made and resent your request!! I was beating myself up so much that night! 😭😭

And don't ever be afraid to request me anything. I love writing for you lovely people! 😊

But I hope you enjoy your birthday gift from me! 💜💜

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Miguel would be the type of boyfriend you don’t really expect to do anything for your birthday. Although, you wouldn't mind it with him being the leader of the Spider Society and Spiderman. 

Your boyfriend is a busy man, and just his company on your birthday would be enough. 

But this time, he surprised you. 

He turned up at your door with a bouquet, a gift box, and a bag of takeout food. “Thought I'll keep you guessing.” He said with a deep chuckle, leaving you in shock.

You invite him in and the two of you settle onto your sofa, beginning to eat the delicious food he’d selected to celebrate your big day, which was succulent and left you wondering how much he spent on such a delectable meal. 

Whilst you busied yourself in finishing up in eating, he set up your bouquet of flowers; removing their plastic wrap, snipping the end of the stems, and placing them into a glass vase of water. 

The beautiful plants were your favorite color and bloomed beautifully as he set the vase onto the center of your dining table. The flowers, being a symbol of his love for you despite being his usual stoic self on the outside. 

When he returned to the couch, you were stuffed and content, but your boyfriend wasn’t finished with his bearing of gifts. He pulls out the present from before, handing it to you with a smile.

“Open it.” He simply said as you could tell he was trying to hide the anticipation on his chiseled face whilst waiting for you to reveal the gift he'd chosen. 

Although Miguel was a coldhearted man to others, he was deep down, sentimental. Inside of your gift box was something that set your heart ablaze, and knocked you off your feet.

Inside of the box was an expensive necklace, one that held the initials, ‘M.O’ on it.

His initials. 

At the sight, you almost shed a tear, which only made him laugh, insisting on allowing him to put it on you. You’ll hand him the sacred jewelry, settling it in his large palm. Delicately, he moved your hair to one side, giving him better access before binding the necklace together around your neck. 

When you turn around to face him with his initials dangling in the center of your collarbones, it makes his heart skip a beat. “How do I look?” You ask, which only brings a smile to his tanned lips.

“Sexy. Like always.” He says, unable to contain himself and pulling you into a kiss; one that is passionate and searing, and would leave one dizzy but longing for more when you depart. 

But Miguel wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon. 

His radio, signalling the crimes happening in Nueva York could fill the room and he would still not leave your side. 

Not tonight…

Upon choosing and customizing the beautiful necklace for you, he had made a promise to himself. 

That once he'd placed the gorgeous jewelry onto your neck, the one bearing his initials that marked you as his - he would grant you a night full of passion and love.

One that would be full of your cries of his name, and leave your body satisfied and his love for you, evident. Even then, he wouldn't stop cherishing you. 

He'll continue making love to you, with the gorgeous necklace holding his initials upon your neck until your birthday is over, the birds have awoken from their slumber and the sun is rising in the morning sky. 

Even when your peaks have been reached and the heated passions between the two of you have ceased, he wouldn't stop showing his love. 

You’ll lay together under the disarray of sheets and blankets, snuggling into one another. His thick fingers combing through your hair whilst you rested against his hardened pecs. His steady heartbeat, touch, and warmth slowly lulling you to sleep. 

Before succumbing to the land of dreams, you'll feel his plush lips, pressing a kiss upon your head and soon hear his deep voice, whispering lovingly into your ear.  

“Happy Birthday, mi amor.”

A/N: Happy Belated birthday❄️!

I hope you enjoyed the gift! 🎉🎂

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#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #across the spiderverse #the blue panther #miguel ohara #miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x fem!reader #miguel fluff #miguel o hara #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #spiderman 2099 #happy birthday #-💙Naeverse Drabbles❤

[chainsawselfships]

I'm so curious about Tuco's hacker lapdog plsss tell me about him 🤲

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I'LL REVEAL MY HALF-BAKED BACKSTORY (<- guy who writes smut and poetry, not plot.)

This ended up... so long somehow. I was worried that I wouldn't have much to say, but it just started pouring out of me as soon as I started typing (much of it made up on the spot 👍🏻)

Tw for violence, abuse, dubcon, and drugs (obviously lol.) I can have a dark self ship. As a treat.

I'm tentatively trying out giving my S/I a name that isn't my irl one. For whatever reason I just cannot use a name that doesn't have some connection to my irl one, so it had to start with a T at least, and hopefully this isn't weird but I wanted it to have a similar meaning to Rivera (ignore me feeding our red string of fate into our self ship canon) so I ended up on Trent!

I haven't really landed on a surname for him but I'll probably just go with something common and simple. I like how Trent Adams sounds.

Trent was born in WA in 1980, making him 22 at the beginning of B/CS and 28 at the beginning of B/rBa, although he didn't start working for Tuco until 2003 when he was 23.

Growing up, he was fascinated by media depictions of hacking, and when he was a teenager an older friend-of-a-friend (Doug) took him under his wing and taught him coding/hacking.

As an adult, Trent had trouble keeping a job and as a result borrowed quite a bit of money from Doug over the years. His debt piled up but Doug accepted small payments and Trent working odd jobs for him. Doug moved to NM in 2002 for a mysterious "job opportunity" that he wouldn't tell Trent about.

In early 2003, Doug called Trent and begged him to let him bring him to ABQ and do some work for his boss. As it turned out, Doug had been dealing for Tuco Salamanca while he'd been living in NM and he fucked up bad by getting mugged while carrying a huge amount of cash. He didn't have any way to pay Tuco back quickly enough, so in a fit of desperation he offered up Trent's services, as Trent still owed him a lot of money, so both of their debts could be squared off at once.

Tuco initially had no interest in some random guy who had no experience in the business, but Doug talked up the usefulness of having someone with hacking experience. Now, we know that Tuco can be swayed it you know how to talk to him, so he got into the idea of having his own personal hacker (not that he knew what that really means or entails as he's pretty much computer illiterate, but he likes stuff that sounds cool) and accepted Doug's offer of having Trent come work for him for free.

Doug drove all the way to WA to pick Trent up and gave him the rundown (much to his horror) during the drive back to ABQ about who Tuco is and what kind of business he deals in. He advised Trent to keep his mouth shut as much as possible and stay out of the way when Tuco's temper flared up. Naturally, Trent wanted to back out of the whole thing, but he didn't want his friend (who had helped him so much over the years) to get hurt, or potentially killed, plus the idea of squaring his debt was appealing, so he went along with it.

When Tuco and Trent met for the first time, Tuco literally laughed in his face and made fun of his stature and appearance. He obviously didn't take Trent seriously at all. Trent was offended, but too intimidated to say anything (<- which of course is a good thing as there's a good chance that Tuco would have just killed him.)

Doug put Trent up in a motel (as this whole thing was supposed to be a temporary arrangement), but Trent ended up at Tuco's place pretty much every day, as he needed a computer to work on, which Tuco provided. This had the added benefit (for Tuco at least) of letting him keep on eye on Trent.

Tuco started making passes as Trent pretty quickly, but Trent isn't great at reading social cues (he also assumed that Tuco was straight) so he kept brushing it off (but not actually turning Tuco down as he didn't realize there was an offer in the first place.) This pissed Tuco off as he felt as if he was being teased or possibly made fun of and in true Tuco fashion he flipped out. After shoving Trent into a wall, putting his knife to his throat, and accusing him of fucking with him, Tuco realized that Trent was genuinely unaware of how he'd been coming across. He found it pretty funny, and made his advances much more obvious and aggressive after that.

The beginning of their sexual relationship's consensuality was... questionable at best. Trent of course was terrified of Tuco, was his direct subordinate, and had gotten a sense of "no one says no to a Salamanca." He did find Tuco physically attractive from the first day they met, but he never had any intention of pursuing anything past a professional relationship (and he didn't even really choose that.)

Nacho got a sense of what was going on between Tuco and Trent pretty much immediately and took pity on Trent. He told him that it was for the best, as the more Tuco liked him the safer he'd be from his random violent outbursts, and the more protection he'd have from outside parties (this might seem like a cold way to comfort someone, but this was before they became friends, when Nacho viewed Trent as just another person he had to corral to keep business running smooth.)

Tuco saw Trent's presence and work very much as just a novelty for the first couple of months. Only after Trent crashed the fledgling computer network of a major competitor did Tuco realize that Trent could actually be useful to his business. This made him like Trent on a more serious level and start to want to get to know him for real. This and another incident where Tuco almost killed him (beat and strangled him while high, Tuco felt guilty about it when he sobered up) made him realize that he was actually becoming genuinely fond of him and he ended up going to Nacho for advice on how to make Trent less scared of him.

Somewhere around that time, (do I have an actual timeline worked out to make this story more clear? Hell no!) Tuco moved Trent into his house (under the guise of "keeping an eye on him", when in actuality he was beginning to feel deeply possessive over him, and let's be real, he wanted easy sexual access.)

Their relationship is (and was to an even higher extent during the beginning) closer to owner-and-pet than an equal romantic partnership. Tuco views Trent as more of a thing that he owns than a person who works for him. Tuco was, and is, extremely possessive and jealous over Trent. He's frustrated by his inability to publicly "claim" Trent due to being unable to be openly bi and struggles with letting Trent be alone with other men (Nacho and his cousins are the exception to this.)

Over time their relationship became sort of an open secret as Tuco insists on keeping Trent close even when there's no business-related reason for it, dressing Trent up how he likes (very expensive and gaudy, the complete opposite of how Trent naturally dresses), and becoming enraged any time someone insults or snubs Trent in any way. The people around them started catching on pretty quickly, but generally know better than to bring it up.

Tuco was/is very afraid of Trent betraying him (whether it be cheating on him or something to do with business) and once Lalo entered the picture, he asked him to keep an eye on Trent and report back anything suspicious.

Tuco made it crystal clear from the beginning that he would kill Trent if he tried to run or betray him, so Trent really has no intention of doing so. That doesn't stop Tuco from making him swear that he'll never betray him and that he belongs totally to him pretty much every day. No one has ever claimed that Tuco isn't exhausted to deal with, least of all Trent :^P

Alright, this is way too long. I could talk about Trent and Tuco's fucked up relationship for a year straight if you let me :^P And that's not even getting into his relatively normal friendships with Nacho, Domingo, and Rivera, and his mutually suspicious, tentative friendship/cousin-in-law-ish-thing with Lalo and the twins.

#THERE WE GO. PROPER AND FLESHED OUT S/I. SORT OF. #the usefulness of hacking in canon is. extremely questionable. as well as my knowledge of early 2000s computers and hacking practices :^P #BUT I find the thought of a bunch of rival meth dealers getting fucked over by some rando with a computer really funny. so here we are. #🥊🚬 #asks

[singular-yike]

What is Yago's lore anyway?

Welp yokie, here we go: Yago, the current Ametsukana

Personal Background Lore

Once human-like, they were acknowledged (presumably) for their incredible ability as a blacksmith and promoted to godhood, after which they gained their incredible longevity, along with a bunch of other abilities.

The current Ametsukana (天目津金 gold of the heavenly eye): A surname seemingly granted to the god of blacksmithing, that is passed on when they retire and are replaced. (As seen from Yago trying to recruit Sukune as "the next Ametsukana")

Their given name Yago (ヤゴ), is the Japanese word for dragonfly larvae, nymphs or naiads, a reference to their role in supporting the Taira clan's efforts to claim the Dragonfly Castle

As a god themself, they know of their fellow god Souko Shirami

Their ability to "create weapons" lets them make weapons perfectly suitable for anyone, save for themself

Only considers a weapon "completed" after they are first used

The creator of the Tasouken (considered incomplete since no one can ever truly use it), the Bankuruwase -DaviD- and Fumikiddo's metal club

Their dream is to create the perfect weapon for themself, but until that can happen, they're using the Sugari no Ontachi, the long sword they have hanging from their left hand, as a replacement

The Sugari no Ontachi is apprently the counterpart to another blade in the outside world, although we don't know much more about this

The Sugari no Ontachi (須賀利御太刀) is also a sword that exists in our reality, one of the treasures of the Inner Ise Grand Shrine. The sword, along with the shrine itself, is dismantled and reforged/rebuilt once every 20 years.

The following image shows a replica based on one of the sword's incarnations as it was revealed between reforging:

Story Lore (I'm sure you know this part quite well so I'll be brief)

Supported both sides of the Heaven-Shadow War, supplying both sides with weapons

Watched over the Taira clan (and their failures) for many generations

Assisted their friend, Taira no Iwakado, with his homunculus project (notably with slaying an oni for it)

Promised Iwakado to watch over Fumikado and to ensure that they grow to be a capable ruler

Wants to retire by the time of BPoHC, and wants Sukune to be their successor

Heard of the Shitodos' glorious exploits, and wants to make them all weapons

Was able to sense Suzumi's meddling with time during the war, though forced to keep quiet about it

Inspirations and Bases (A big part of why I really like Yago)

Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Kami (天目一箇神 heavenly one-eyed god)

A god of iron making and blacksmithing, known by a number of other names

Notably, they are identified as the god Amatsumara (天津麻羅), famous for helping forge the mirror (Yata no Kagami) used to lure Amaterasu out of Ama-no-Iwaya, returning sunlight to the world

He is also said to be who the hyottoko (火男 fire man) mask is based on, which depicts a man wearing a white scarf with blue dots blowing air (into a bamboo pipe to stoke a fire). Yago themself wear the mask on their head and over their left eye.

A typical hyottoko mask

Kanayago-no-Kami (金屋子神 metalworker child-god)

A less well-known Shinto goddess of blacksmithing worshipped in the Chūgoku region of Japan

She is said to have taught the people of a village in the Harima Province how to smith various metal objects, in response to their pleas for rain. (Not really sure why but hey lol)

She is sometimes depicted as a male god instead and treated as the same god as Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Kami > She is largely important here because Yago's name can be found in hers, although in different Japanese characters and with different meanings

Kanayago, here depicted riding on a fox

Ippon-Datara (一本踏鞴 one-legged bellows)

A youkai that has an eye on a thick trunk-like leg

Occasionally said to be the corrupted form Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Kami

Both only have one eye due to staring at the fire in their forges for a long time; while the reason they have only one leg is from working on the bellows for too long. Both of these were common occupational diseases for blacksmiths, which are reflected in Yago's design A depiction of Ippon-datara, here with arms too

Other Cool Stuff

Alright so at this point, I've covered everything major thing about them, but here are two more cool points that I just feel the need to also mention:

The first layer of Yago's spell background features the "5-7 Paulownia Emblem" (五七桐), which is often taken by shrines where Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Kami is enshrined as their shrine emblem

The second layer of Yago's spell background features this cloud pattern, which, while in of itself isn't that impressive or notable, is also shared by Souko! Which makes it a bit of a god pattern! Which is extremely neat imo :)

Yago's Clouds

Souko's Clouds

Welp, I

think

that concludes everything I really have to really get out there about Yago, thanks for bearing with me :)

#len'en #len'en project

[magpiefngrl]

What?! You are not a native English speaker ? Omg, you’re English is amazing. You write si well and you are definitely one of my favorite author.

Reading that you have so many WIPs got me a bit curious. Do you feel like sharing anything about it? Anything you want.

Hi!

Thank you so much for the lovely compliments! I'm thrilled you think my Eng is amazing :))

But yeah--not a native speaker. I learned English as a Second Language.

That being said, I studied English in uni, I'm a qualified English teacher and, most importantly, I lived in the UK for several years back in the 00s. I also have a summer job that takes me to Kent for 1-2 months most summers (like now. I'm in the UK).

As for the WIPS, this is what happens with me: 1. I have a lot of ideas. A LOT. Like, I can generate ideas like no one's business. And although some I might simply get out of my head and on paper, I do have many that I wish to develop further.

But 2. I've had a few years of a combination of writer's block, full time job, and loss of fandom friendships that have affected my writing and made the WIPs pile up.

These are some of the WIPs that are my current priorities:

two original romances that started off as ideas from my drarry fics but have become their own thing now.

secret desires, (wangxian) currently 1 chapter up. Started as a project during one of my fiercest writing block + quarantine depression periods. A friend in a writing server gave us one word prompts each month and I decided to write a fic using each prompt as the title and the inspiration of a chapter. I've got 2 more chapters written but I'm not happy with them yet. *sigh*

Last summer I had big plans for my writing and I even launched the 2021 Summer Writin' Challenge. Some people contributed some stellar works as you can see from the AO3 collection. I started writing a few, but didn't finish them. I'm halfway through a wangxian fic (nested narrative or story within a story) which I'm very excited about. I really want to finish this one. I'd like to play around with the challenge a bit more and write more stories--might take away the "2021" from the title and make it a perennial summer thing to account for my various writing blocks lol

There is a drarry fic which has been in my mind, and it's based on a goldilocks idea I had once (here). I know there's a fic (or more?) with the same premise too. If I write more drarry, this is prob what I'll write but it'll be just porn.

EDIT TO ADD: I've started writing a coda for The Gift (currently hidden) and I am going to heavily revise some chapters. I wrote it in a rush and am not super happy with some parts of it, so I'm going to make sure when it's revealed, with the Coda, I'm happy with it.

Cornwall fic was one of the most pressing WIPs until about a month ago--it's such a relief to have finished that one.

I'm excited to try and get some more writing done when my summer job ends.

Thanks for the ask!

#inbox #wips #drarry #wangxian

[kimdokjas]

Hi Gaby! I hope you're having a good day so far!

In response to your question on the last ask: yes, donghua/manwha absolutely count!

In the interest of not revealing myself by listing a more niche favorite, I'll say that we share JJK as a favorite! I also love VNC and Shiguang Dailiren🙏We share a lot of ships and favorite characters too, bless😂. 86 is on my list, but I haven't quite gotten around to watching it.

Which leads into my next question...

What do you look for in an animanga before starting it? What is something that immediately hooks you on an animanga? Do you try to read or watch first, or does it matter to you?

That was more like three questions, sorry😂😭

I hope you had a good weekend!

-- Love, Your ASS💖

hello dear!! i had a great day today, thank you! i was finally able to get catch up on some sleep! what about you? hope you're also having a lovely day / night! 💕

ahh thanks for letting me know about donghua / manhwa! i never know whether to include them bc very few of my mutuals are into those so i always feel like we're on our own little corner of fandom 😂

omg i'm so happy to hear we share a lot of favorites!!! we r vibing rn 🤝 i'm literally shaking sitting here waiting for shiguang dailiren s2 and jjk and vnc both have a very special place in my heart! what are your favorite characters from those? oh and i would def recommend watching 86!! it's one of those anime where the plot, animation, and music all come together you know?

ooh great questions!! this is so difficult to articulate though ahh ok i'll try to take them one at a time

What do you look for in an animanga before starting it?

i think it's different each time! sometimes i'm drawn by the premise, or an interesting character design, or even the animation / art style! it doesn't have to be all of these at once, but i think in general i'm more drawn to action / fantasy / supernatural genres with really fleshed out characters!

What is something that immediately hooks you on an animanga?

interesting character dynamics for sure! not necessarily ship stuff although that's always a bonus lol. i'm a sucker for the found family trope or even just well-developed friendships! it just gets to me you know? 🥺💕

also when you can just TELL that the narrative is hinting at a really profound backstory and it slowly gets to unravel is SO good! my brain always tends to latch on to at least one pathetic wet cat of a man and that kind of fuels me through consuming content 😂😭 oh and i absolutely LOVE seeing deranged female characters as well 🥰

Do you try to read or watch first, or does it matter to you?

in general i always try to read first but i'm a bit more flexible when it comes to anime! when i come across a really good one sometimes i'll pause watching so i can go and read the manga first. although full disclosure i haven't read that much manga bc i always have trouble with the websites i use to read them and i'm lowkey scared they'll give my laptop a virus 😭 but i've been meaning to read more manga for sure! do you happen to have any recs??

omg sorry this got so long sdlfksdfj but what about you dear?? what's something that hooks you when you start an animanga? thanks again and i hope you have a lovely start of the week ahead!! 💕💕

#crying laughing at the signature btw i love it 😂😭 #ty for the thoughtful questions dear!! #animanga secret santa 💖 #<- btw i'll try to tag your messages with this tag so hopefully it's a bit easier for you to navigate! #ask #anonymous #long post for ts

[jirouing]

★ ·.·˙··˙·.· FIND SOME TIME !

➫ pairings ;; keigo takami x gn!reader.

➫ wordcount ;; 789.

➫ synopsis ;; there came a pattern of knocks at the window. you lifted your head slightly to squint at the offense. out of curiosity, you were about to shuffle out of bed but your phone started to vibrate and halted you further.

➫ authors%notes ;; fluff, a soft hawks lol

The sun had long began to set and dressed the sky in a soft peachy color that bled through the window of your room. You twirled a pen between your fingers as your eyes glossed over the endless pages of words. They were all jumbling up in your brain and you wanted so badly to quit and nap then and there but you needed to finish. 

Still the internal battle was over once you let your head bang back against your headboard, groaning as you turn over and dose yourself in the fluffiness of your pillows.

Then there came a pattern of knocks at the window. You lifted your head slightly to squint at the offense. Out of curiosity, you were about to shuffle out of bed but your phone started to vibrate and halted you further. You scooped up your phone and your narrowed eyes softened once you saw it was a string of texts from Keigo.

love giver #-> Knock knock

It's your favorite person at the window (6:41 PM)

You snorted and began to text back.

uber hottie #-> yo you know sza??? tell her to release bloodstain rn (6:42 PM)

love giver #-> Hah hah very funny, [Name]

But come outside for meeee

I have something I wanna show you ((;;;;;;;;; (6:42 PM)

It took you a bit longer to respond this time. Thinking about the work you had to finish. Just as you thought about it, another text came.

love giver #-> Please, for me? I won't keep you long I swear on your heart (6:44 PM)

uber hottie #-> ... 

okay fine you big baby i'll be out in a sec (6:45 PM)

love giver #->🕺🏼💞💏 (6:45 PM)

You shut off your phone and finally made it to the window, opening it and popping your head outside to look for Keigo but to no avail.

"Hi, lovebird," the sudden sound of his voice made you jump a tiny bit and you looked up to see him slowly descending from above you. "How long were you planning that?" you questioned. The blond shrugged and planted a kiss on your forehead. "No clue. But didn't think you were actually gonna come out though."

You shrugged the same and he wrinkled his nose at the action. "I wasn't but I did because asked ever so nicely." Keigo chuckled and took your hand up in his. "There's something on the roof waiting for both of us, I think you'll really like it."

"Oh yeah?" he nodded quickly, "would I ever steer you wrong?" Just as you opened your mouth, he shushed you. "Ah- Don't answer that. Come with me." You rolled your eyes as he took you into his arms and flew up a few levels past your apartment.

He gently put you down and your mouth parted in surprise when you found the set up he concocted.

"Ta-da," he guided you closer to the picnic. "I saw you were going through it, so why not have the rest of the evening to ourselves? There's no people, no loud noises, no work. Just you, me, and this cute picnic basket." It was all decorated in different colors and he opened it for you to see. It had all of your favorite food and snacks packed inside, some of which you never would've thought he'd remember. 

"I...Keigo- this is too nice for me. I'm shocked there's no other special occasion." You gawked at the dimly light candles set in far corners surrounding the blanket. He snorted and he held your hands again. "I don't need a reason to spoil my baby, now do I?" You let out a breathless laugh and you couldn't wipe the bright smile off your face.

He squeezed your palms and his eyes met yours in a love-filled gaze. "Soo...do you like it? Is it too minimalistic?" You scoffed, "don't even try me. It's perfect. Especially since it came from you." Keigo gave you an adorable grin. His hand rose to stroke his fingers alongside your cheek, one brushing the plush of your lips. You leaned into his touch before he pulled away.

"Alright! Let's eat before the food gets cold!"

This was the most relaxed you've been in awhile and you can only thank Keigo a hundred times for doing this. The work you had left was gone for the entire evening and you could only focus on the little rooftop date you had. It was all too sweet and you made sure to kiss him a hundred more times for the thought.

But you didn't know that this was one of two surprises. The second one was although much smaller in comparison, it was sure to brighten up your day when revealed.

end%notes ;; short ending short ending

you can prolly guess what the sec surprise was ((;;;;;;;;;

anyways, my school year is coming to a close in a week and i was feeling kind of down and out about what might happen next so i made this specifically for myself - and any other struggling students or people - as a kind of "you can do it!" thing to take your mind off work for a moment. but i hope whoever sees this enjoyed because technically it's my first fluff with the birdman-

ps. - this is also here to put smth here while i finish those aot requests. i should hopefully be finished and have them up by tomorrow.

ps.s - i used [name] instead of y/n and i kind of like it better. feels less wattpad-y ifykwims

#my hero academia #bnha #hawks #keigo takami #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #hawks x you #bnha x male reader #my hero academia x male reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #hawks x gender neutral reader #hawks x male reader #hawks x female reader #keigo takami x male reader #keigo takami x you #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #non binary reader #male reader #female reader #⏰ . . . on the floor. #☎ 一 flacko's stuff.

[polishksiezniczka]

By God's Grace | Camerlengo Patrick McKenna x Reader

You believe Patrick, your lover, to be dead after the explosion but are eventually reunited.

Notes: AU—Patrick is the good guy! Angst, romance. Also, I can’t help but get serious Obi-Wan vibes again from this oneshot ?? I am definitely picturing a similar reunion between you and your dashing Jedi lover when he returns to you after a dangerous, far-off mission (minus the Italian, LOL). 1.4K words.

Thank you to the lovely @quiescentcrepuscular for being a phenomenal beta reader!

By the time you learned of the situation, it was too late: the helicopter had taken off, Patrick its doomed pilot. As you watched him ascend higher and higher into the night sky, you nearly became catatonic. You couldn’t bear to witness the man you loved so deeply die alone and afraid while you stood there, completely helpless.

So you ran back to the Swiss Guard’s headquarters, tears blinding your vision. You couldn’t calm down and slowly felt yourself pulled down into a spiral of panic. As you ran, images of Patrick replayed over and over again in your head. Your first meeting. When he reciprocated his feelings for you. Your first kiss. The first—and last—time he told you he loved you. The last time you had been together...

You had rushed to his side with Lt. Chartrand after discovering him lying on the floor of His Holiness’ study, his chest badly burned by the brand.

“Whatever happens, know I’ll always love you,” he had whispered hoarsely, so that only you could hear, his fingers ghosting over your hands as you cleaned and dressed his wounds.

“I know, Patrick. I know,” you replied, your eyes still fixed on his chest as you hushed him gently. “And I will always be here for you.” Your voice dropped to a murmur. “I love you...”

The memory of your distracted nature stained your last moments together—how you wished you could relive those moments again! Shaking your head, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying in vain to shut out the anguish which you now felt, but grief coursed through your body so violently you began to feel physically ill. Your lungs burned from overexertion, exhausted by both your sprinting and crying.

Why hadn’t you done more to comfort him? Why hadn’t you gazed into his beautiful, caring eyes one last time?

You did little to stop the loud sob which escaped your throat, surely drawing the attention of the Swiss Guards at the door to the command center, but you didn’t care about them, nor anyone else for that matter. Your entire world had died with Patrick.

Why had you not told him how much he meant to you? How much you cared for him? Loved him more than life itself?

You collapsed onto a sofa then, weeping bitterly. “Please, Patrick, please forgive me. Please…”

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You couldn’t tell how much time had passed when the door beside you burst open.

“...it is truly a miracle, what happened to the camerlengo!” At first you barely registered Olivetti and Commander Richter’s presence until you heard his name. You froze.

“What about the camerlengo?” you cried out, abruptly wrenched from your grief.

“Didn’t you hear? He survived the explosion!” Your heart stopped, barely processing the words coming from Olivetti’s mouth. “Before the bomb detonated, he was able to parachute out of the helicopter. He saved us all! Sia Lode a Dio!” he marveled.

“Where is he?” you demanded frantically. “Where is he?!”

Before Olivetti could even finish his sentence, you were already flying out the door, on your way to the hospital.

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You nearly let out a cry of relief upon seeing Patrick. Doctors and nurses fluttered about him, attending to his wounds. He looked so small and fragile in the moment, far from the confident man of God you knew. But that didn’t matter. He was alive. Your beloved. Your Patrick. Alive.

“M-Monsignor!” you exclaimed breathlessly.

His eyes immediately locked with yours, and you saw his heart break. Your eyes were likely still red from crying, tears glistened against your cheeks, and your windswept hair indicated your haste. He stared at you incredulously, afraid that you were merely a hallucination brought on by one of his injuries.

“Miss Y/L/N…?” Even in this state, he remembered his propriety, bringing tears to your eyes.

You needed to pull yourself together, lest you make a scene. You cleared your throat. “Monsignor, I have urgent news from the US Embassy. About the incident.” You gazed at him in earnest, silently begging to speak with him.

He tore his gaze away from you; his eyes darted about, as if deep in thought. Then, he spoke:

“Starò bene. Se ci scusi, sorella.”

You offered your arm to him, which he eagerly slipped into yours, carefully making your way to the hallway with him. Once out of view, he whisked you into an unoccupied room and shut the door.

Your reaction was immediate: you bolted into his arms and held him tightly, burying your face into his neck with a sob. You were careful to brace your weight against him, remembering the angry red marks of the brand which marred his beautiful chest. He held you just as passionately, stroking your hair and tenderly rubbing your back.

Although his scent brought you instant, indescribable comfort, your bawling only intensified. You felt his skin grow warm from your tears and ragged breathing despite his attempts to hush your incoherent babbling with his soothing voice. “Oh darling, shhhh. Please, don’t cry. Shhh…” He leaned back to study your flushed, tear-stained face, his hand coming up to cradle it. “I’m here, I’m here.” He lightly brushed his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe away your tears.

You stared up into his beautiful eyes, bringing your hands to his face in turn, memorizing its angels and curves with your soft fingertips. You felt him lean into your gentle ministrations, his eyes squeezing shut in sheer comfort.

“I thought that I would n-never s-see you again. I th-thought I had lost you f-forever.” You choked back a sob. The shakiness in your voice made it difficult for you to speak coherently as the tears relentlessly streamed down your face.

He clasped his hands over yours. As he slowly revealed his cerulean orbs to you, you noticed the luster of tears. “Never, angelo mio,” he whispered ardently, turning his head to softly kiss your palm. “Never. By God’s grace, I returned to you.”

He kissed you softly then, assuaging your fears; you tasted the saltiness of your tears lingering on his lips. As if to reassure you of his presence, he rested his forehead against yours. You remained like this for several minutes, the peaceful silence interrupted occasionally by your quiet sobs or the soft words of affirmation Patrick whispered against your lips.

You finally leaned back, your eyes immediately filling with tears as they scanned his face. “Y-you’re hurt,” you lamented softly, brushing back the few pieces of hair which had fallen into his face. Angry red gashes and bruises riddled his face and torso, and you longed to kiss each and every one, to hold him until he was no longer in pain. “I’m so sorry...” you whimpered.

As your eyes continued their frantic scan, Patrick brought you back to reality by whispering your name, pleadingly, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Cuore mio…look at me.” Your eyes found his effortlessly as he caressed the nape of your neck, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. “I’m all right. All that matters is you are here, safe, with me.” He smiled then, his eyes crinkling endearingly. “And I would never leave you without saying goodbye.”

You sniffled and let out a soft, choked laugh as you watched his face brighten. “Patrick, my love,” you whispered reverently, “I’d be lost without you.” You paused, cradling his face once again. “I love you more than life itself. Please…I don’t ever want to be without you again.”

His gaze softened as his eyes welled with tears. “Ti amo,” he replied, laying a soft kiss on your cheek. “Ti amo,” he repeated, planting another on your opposite cheek. He looked at you lovingly as he leaned forward. “Ti amo…” he murmured, capturing your lips in his. ¤

Translations

Sia Lode a Dio! = "Praise God!"

Starò bene. Se ci scusi, sorella. = "I'll be okay. If you'll excuse us, sister."

Cuore mio = "my heart"

Ti amo = "I love you"

Taglist: @seraferna @lemairepstuff

#ewan mcgregor #camerlengo patrick mckenna #patrick mckenna x reader #obi wan kenobi #forgive me father for i have sinned #fluffy angst #angels and demons #carlo ventresca #il camerlengo

[local-cry-baby]

It's A Promise (Barry x Reader)

so sinnoh remakes (and premakes?!) has been confirmed and of course the first thing I had to do was write a short fic on one of my favorite rival of all time

Sorry but I had to ten year old me had a massive crush on this character lol

writing; short story

word count; 2781

genre; friendship & hurt/comfort (very subtle romance)

reader; gender neutral

au; takes place after the events of DPPt (also Barry has freckles if that counts)

summary; your plans for summer has been hijacked by a certain hyperactive boy

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Half asleep you heard the Starlys chirp and trill and the Kricketots chime in harmony with one another, announcing the arrival of morning. You shifted slightly in bed, pulling the covers closer to you and yawned. The best feeling in the world you believe was hearing the sound of the world rousing to the start of a new day and knowing you didn't have to wake up along with it. With a content sigh you roll on your side, slowly drifting off to sleep...

Tap! Tap! Tap!

You furrow your brows slightly at the sound but quickly relaxed, smiling softly to yourself...

TAP! TAP! TAP!

You assume it was just a Starly or two messing outside your window so you chose to ignore it, opting to pull the covers over your head. You sighed again, this time in annoyance, as you try to fall asleep...

Click! Scree!

"Psst! (Y/N), are you sleeping?"

Your eyes open in disbelief as you immediately recognize the voice and just process the fact that he happen to somehow open your bedroom window to ask the obvious. 'Say it ain't so.’ You turned to face your window to see Barry there, arms resting on top of the sill as he watched you with a curious expression which was soon beaming with excitement once he saw you. "Oh good, you're awake!" Like you weren't sleeping to begin with.

"Wha? Barry what are you doing here?" You asked groggily. "Aren't you suppose to be at Pastoria City with Wake?"

"It's summer, duh! Crasher Wake gave me the week off and since your school is closed for vacation I thought it was perfect to catch up and hang out together this week!" Barry had this lively vibe around him that practically made him glow like a ray of sun leaving you dizzy with exhaustion. You plop back in bed with a groan knowing your plans to sleep in till afternoon for the whole week was ruined. "So at first I was thinking of going to the Great Marsh like we use to for old time sake" Barry began as he climbed right in sitting at your windowsill. "But I heard today would reach the hottest temperature ever in Sinnoh history!"

"Really now?" You asked in a monotonous voice. How hot can it possibly be in the coldest region in the world.

"Get this, 72 degrees! Can you believe it?!" As someone who was born and raised in Hoenn, a region where temperatures can reach up to the high 90s during the late summer you weren't exactly impressed. "So change of plans! We're going to spend the day at Sandgem Beach so pack your things!"

You glanced at the digital clock on your bedside. It read 6:22AM. "Barry it's too early! Can't we go like at 10 or something?"

"No way! We have to go now otherwise it'll be full if we go any later!"

"When is Sandgem Beach ever full!? You can barely even call it a beach!" You turned away from your friend, wrapping yourself up in your blanket. You were not getting out of this bed.

"Come on (Y/N)!" Barry whined. "We haven't hung out in so long! I literally spent all night planning this week out and you're just going to turn me down?! If Lucas and Dawn were here they would've agreed in going!" You can hear the irritation in his voice but underneath it was a hint of dejection. Shortly after your journey with the trio came to an end things changed. Dawn moved to the Kalos region a year ago to continue her study on Pokemon and just a few months afterwards Lucas left to Unova for reasons unknown though you had a hunch that it had something to do with that officer Looker. Barry spend most of his days at Pastoria’s gym, training intensely with Crasher Wake. As for you your parents never supported your dreams of becoming a Pokemon Trainer and your battling skills were left to be desired so you dropped it to continue your studies and follow a more reasonable career.

Although you didn't look at him you can feel him gazing at you, presumably with a pout or with Lillipup eyes. You groaned in defeat. "Fine."

Barry barely let you finish your sentence as he responded, "Really? Awesome! Don't forget to bring your Pokemon along with you, alright? And don't show up late otherwise I'll fine you!" With that he jump out your window and let out a yelp. "Don't worry! I'm alright!"

You sighed, wondering how anyone could have so much energy so early in the morning as you practically dragged yourself out of bed to start the day.

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Sandgem Town was quiet, the majority of the residents still asleep or just starting their day. You haven’t been in Sandgem in quite a while yet walking down the somewhat familiar road invoked a nostalgic feeling. You paused, looking at the houses on the street till you spot the familiar lab down the road. Professor Rowan’s lab. It almost felt like yesterday when you took your first step through Route 201 alongside your friends Lucas and Barry (although the latter practically raced his way there) to get here with your first Pokemon, Riolu. You couldn't help but smile at the memory before going on your way to Sandgem Beach. And, as you predicted, it was empty saved for Barry.

He stood at the edge of the boardwalk, his back facing you as he perform some stretching exercise. His team was already out of their Pokeballs, enjoying themselves. Infernape was meditating, Roserade, Snorlax, and Staraptor were sunbathing, Floatzel was swimming, and Heracross was attempting to bury itself in the sand, seeking warmth. Taking out three Pokeballs from your belt you released your team: Lucario, Lopunny, and Vaporeon. Your Pokemon looked around their surroundings before glancing up at you in surprise. When was the last time you actually brought them somewhere that wasn't home or your school’s campus? “Go on you guys. Have fun!” With that said your Pokemon went off to do their own thing.

Lucario sat beside Inferape, joining it in meditation and Lopunny bounded excitedly over to its long time crush, Roserade, the Bouquet Pokemon vastly annoyed that its peace was disrupted as it escaped from its crushing grip. Lastly, Vaporeon decided to take a swim, dipping into the ocean and blending itself into its surroundings, disappearing from sight.

The commotion between Lopunny and Roserade caught Barry's attention as he looked over to notice you. "Too slow!" He yelled running over to you. Not even giving you a chance to say something he grabs your arm and drags you over to the boardwalk. Once he lets go he begins to take off his shirt.

"Ready for what?" You asked.

���Barry!” You never saw your friend shirtless before so you couldn't help but feel flustered. Though he didn’t seem to care as he carried on anyways. As you assumed, Barry had a lean figure, what you didn't expect however was the amount of freckles he had. Although Barry had freckles dusting his cheeks and nose they were barely noticeable compared to the ones on his back and shoulders which were far more prominent. Realizing you were staring longer then normal you quickly turned away, trying to hide the awkward blush.

Luckily, Barry didn't notice. "Ready?"

"To swim!"

You look down at the blue water before dipping a bare foot in. It was ice cold. "It's freezing!" You exclaimed.

"It's not that bad!"

"Thanks but I pass" you said, waving a hand dismissively.

Barry pouted but it was soon replaced with a mischievous smile. "Alright then, suit yourself." He said, surprising you. Barry wasn't one to easily let things go without trying to convince you first. He's up to something, you know it. You were about to ask but he had already left your side as he jump right into the water, splashing you head to toe causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips from the sudden shock of being doused in icy water. Barry pop back up to the surface with a triumphant smirk, his bright eyes gleaming with playfulness.

"You suck!" You yelled causing him to laugh as he dived back underwater. Soaked to the bone there really was no point in staying out of the water in hopes of drying off soon, not with this cold breeze that made it impossible to warm up. You remove your hoodie and shorts revealing your (color) swimsuit before setting them down on the boardwalk and slipping into the water. Since you were already cold the frigid water didn't get to you, feeling more welcoming then before.

You looked around for your rival, trying to spot the blonde in the murky water but only saw his Floatzel which was lazily floating around. "Barry?” Something suddenly grabbed onto your ankle causing you to scream in surprise and flailing to get away, kicking away whatever touched you.

Barry appeared right beside you, clutching his left cheek. "Ow! Seriously?! You just kicked my face!"

"Well you shouldn't have grabbed me like that!" You said. He only stick his tongue out at you before swimming over to the boardwalk, crossing his arms and resting his head atop of it. You watched him as he stared up at the blue sky with a content expression, droplets of water clinging on to his hair as it shined in the morning light. Seeing him like this gave you the same flustered feeling from before. You couldn't quite wrap your head around as to why though. You’ve known him since kindergarten. So why all of a sudden you felt awkward around him?

"What’s up?" You didn’t even realize that he had stopped gazing up at the sky in favor of looking at you.

“What do you mean?” You said, turning elsewhere though it was in vain since he already caught you this time around.

“You were staring at me just now. It was pretty weird.” You try to think of something to say, mainly to defend yourself but to your relief he changed the subject. “So how’s school?”

You shrugged. “It’s alright. Senior year isn’t difficult compared to the other years since we’re more focused on applying for college.”

“Do you know where you want to go?” You noticed his words were a bit quiet and reserved unlike his usual chipper and noisy self.

“Well I was hoping to go to University of Unova since it’s known for having the best (career) course” you explained. “Though my parents aren’t too keen on me going that far so I might just stick to Goldenrod University.”

“I know that but...” He trailed off for a moment, thinking of what to say. “Can’t you just go to Canalave College instead?”

“Goldenrod!?” Barry’s sudden sharp tone made you flinch. “Why so far?” He was looking at you with a hurt expression that made you feel guilty despite the fact you didn’t do anything wrong. At least, you felt like you did nothing wrong.

“Well compared to Unova which is practically halfway across the world. Johto is just south of Sinnoh.”

“Barry, Canalave College doesn’t even have programs on what I’m going for.”

“Ugh, this is why I’ve always hated school” Barry grumbled, letting go of the boardwalk just to sink further into the water leaving just his eyes visible to you, glaring down at nothing in particular. He almost resembled that of a pouting child.

You didn’t understand why he was so upset about your plans or why he was trying to make you change your college decisions. Unless… “You don’t want me to leave?”

Barry barely let you finish your sentence as he quickly got up. “It’s not that!”

“Then what’s the problem?” You pressured.

At this point Barry wasn’t even looking at you, opting to just randomly glance around the area. “There is no problem! It’s just...” With a sigh he finally looked at you. Honey colored eyes stared at your (e/c) ones, his cheeks gaining a bright shade of pink. “I thought even though Lucas and Dawn left at least I still have you around.”

You couldn’t help but frown. You didn’t realize just how attached Barry was to you and the others until now. Naturally you felt bad but you certainly couldn’t change your plans for him either as much as it hurts you to see him like this. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would be this upset about it but it’s just how it is. Eventually we have to go our own way to live our lives. Right now you’re training with Crasher Wake to become one of the best Pokemon Trainer ever. At some point you’re going to leave Sinnoh to follow that dream, right?” He remained silent but nodded in response. “Just because we’re not going to be together like old times doesn’t mean we’re no longer friends. You’ll always be my best friend no matter what.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I guess I was being over dramatic.” You couldn’t help but smile when you saw his expression brighten. That was until he started giggling leaving you perplexed.

“Huh? What’s so funny?” You asked

“Sorry I just found the whole ‘you’ll always be my best friend’ bit kind of cheesy.”

“I was trying to cheer you up you douche!” You snapped unable to control your blush of embarrassment as Barry continued laughing. Seeking petty revenge you bought your fingers to your lips and let out a sharp whistle. Without warning your Vaporeon splashed out between you both before spouting water right in his face. He sputtered in surprise as he attempted to shield himself.

“So that’s how it’s going to be huh?” He challenged before calling for his Floatzel who immediately appeared by his side. Already getting the cue of what was going on the Pokemon retaliated by spraying sea water over you by spinning its propeller-like tails. Oh, it’s on now. Barry however was already a step ahead of you as he mounted onto his Pokemon’s back. “Good luck trying to catch me Slowpoke!” He taunted with a smirk before promptly swimming away from you. You knew Vaporeon was nowhere near as fast as Floatzel but you sure as hell weren’t going to let him get away so easily. You got on Vaporeon’s back and began swimming after the two, unable to contain the childlike excitement and determination you were getting from the chase.

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For the first time since you moved to the chilly region you truly felt the warmth of summer in Sinnoh. You and Barry sat on a bench right outside Sandgem Beach, not bothering to change out of your swimsuits as you ate popsicles and watch the afternoon go by. Residents glance at you both with odd looks since beachgoers rarely, if ever, visit their town but neither of you mind at all. After having that impromptu water fight you both decided to have a Pokemon battle, for old time sake. Of course you lost but you didn’t mind. Its been so long since you felt the fun and adrenaline that battles gave you that you completely forgot why you enjoyed them so much in the first place.

“Hey (Y/N)?” You looked at Barry who took a small bite from his orange creamsicle. “I know I said it was cheesy but is it true? I’ll always be your best friend no matter what?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” You had just finished your (flavor) popsicle, dumping the stick in the trash can beside you. He remained silent and although he said he was fine you notice still a hint of sadness in his expression as he stared off in the distance. Placing a hand on his shoulder you diverted his attention to you as you beamed at him. “It’s a promise.”

There was a sudden shimmer in his eyes and you wonder if he was tearing up when he quickly rub at them. “It better be otherwise I’ll fine you ten million PokeDollars if you replace me!” You couldn’t help but giggle, Barry joining in.

“So what’s the plan tomorrow?” You asked.

“Well I was thinking the Great Marsh maybe. If you’re fine with that.”

You nodded. “I bet I can catch more Pokemon then you.” You smirked when his smile faded into an annoyed expression.

“As if! I’m totally going to kick your ass!” He said swatting away your hand when you attempted to ruffle his hair just to irk him.

Needless to say, you were pretty glad he woke you up this morning.

#pokemon #pokemon writing #pokemon x reader #barry x reader #pokemon dppt

[chiantidinner]

IZZY

《 Whether solving crimes with a dominatrix was a much terrible idea than introducing her to Scotland Yard, Sherlock didn't know – but figured the contemplation was held too late as the clicking of her heels echoed the hallway. 》

"Lestrade." Sherlock gave a subtle nod as he made his way into the Detective Inspector's office and sat sulkily onto a chair in front of the desk, "I'll have you know I don't enjoy stepping out of the flat for less than a seven. Don't disappoint me or I'll make my way back to the confines of Mrs. Hudson's tea and biscuits."

The detective inspector in question gave a long sigh and ran a wrinkled hand across his face as he watched his bizarre friend brood in the chair. "Yes, this – " His reply was halted as he laid eyes on a skinny but still attractively curvaceous figure in the doorway, quickly flashing Sherlock an open-mouthed confused look.

The woman in the doorway stood still; stance steady and confident, eyes flicking from one man and onto the other, sparkling with what seemed to be amusement, and mouth curling into her usual teasing smirk. It was only when the sulking man stood up that she stepped into the room. "Ah, yes." Sherlock flashed a small – more smirk-like – smile to the former dominatrix and quickly turned to the still shocked and most definitely confused Lestrade, gaping up at the two. "Ms. Adler, this is Gary Lestrade; Lestrade this is Ms. Irene Adler."

"Or Izzy, that's her nickname, apparently."

Upon hearing the last remark, The Woman's stoic, blank mask cracked — eyes widening and narrowing ever-so-slightly across the brow. Though the glint in her light blue orbs betrayed her attempt to compose herself as she glared at the infuriatingly heedless detective. She didn't ask where he got the information – not that she actually wanted to know, but figured he read it somewhere in her file – and actually feared he might erupt into convulsing laughter.

"It's Greg," The grey-haired man abruptly corrected Sherlock and held his out hand for the woman, straightening in his seat but not standing, then addressed her rather more sheepishly than Sherlock would have been... comfortable with, "It's lovely meeting you, ma'am."

Irene finally turned her gaze to the man in front of her and shook his outstretched hand, managing to reply in a purr and a feline grin, "The feeling's mutual, detective inspector."

"Yes, enough with the pleasantries. What was that you were about to say, Gavin?"

***

"I never expected you to be one for nicknames."

Irene raised one perfectly-shaped brow as she set her beige coat down on the arm of Sherlock's leather chair at the detective's – rather poor, she'd say – attempt at small talk, "I'm not."

The detective lowered his mane of dark curly hair as he leaned down and opened his laptop; cocking an eyebrow and slightly pursed his lips, emitting a disagreeing and derisive sound at the back of his throat.

"... Izzy," Sherlock voiced the name slyly and irritatingly leisurely, as if mocking it by the movements of his lips, and risking a glance back to the woman who took her place in his chair. Irene shot him a glare – well, to his back, much to her dismay.

Her distasteful frown then suddenly got replaced by a mischievous little smirk. Gracefully standing from her seat and waltzing in front of the detective, taking the seat in front of him as she purred, "And what do you deduce about that, Mr. Holmes?"

The brilliant man in the seat glanced up from his laptop and saw the challenging glint in the eyes of the dominatrix in front of him. He narrowed his eyes, straightened, and raised his chin as an acceptance of said challenge. He then took a deep breath,

"Izzy is obviously not something that's used presently – and most likely never will; judging from your reaction earlier – therefore, used and made in and from your past; before you became a dominatrix. This was also made by somebody close to you, as most nicknames that begin with the first syllable of the name and end with -ie's are. Parents, a friend, a former lover, perhaps? And don't even try to trick me into believing you have a sibling, obviously you don't."

The detective halted at his deductions and squinted his eyes at The Woman,

"But you weren't only surprised that I had learnt your nickname, you were also angry with me – or irritated. Deem the latter. You wouldn't be cross with me only because I revealed it to Lestrade. No. You're clever enough to realize he won't tattle, but rather, you were cross because you didn't want to hear that name again. And that leaves us with the conclusion that things didn't end well with whomever made it for you. Now; onto who. A friend: You're a dominatrix who is currently on the run and in hiding, and if you do have 'friends' you wouldn't be sitting in my flat now, would you – ?"

"I can leave you here and prove you wrong... but then again, maybe you aren't."

"You won't and I'm not. For a former lover: again, you're a dominatrix; you wield whips and handcuffs in order to derive clients' secrets and use them for your own pleasure and protection. Even if you did have former lovers, you aren't sentimental – a nickname from a past lover wouldn't ensue such a reaction. So, this leaves us with the parents."

He couldn't help the smirk tugging the corner of his lips,

"Tell me, Ms. Adler, when was the last time you met with your dear mum and dad?"

Behind the impressed glint in Irene's eyes and the slight parting of her lips, there was also the faintest hint of irritation Sherlock couldn't help but notice. I've struck a nerve, he thought rather smugly and felt the smallest of grins occupy his features. He shrugged his eyebrows upwards, as one would when expecting a reply.

"One of them is dead and the other still lives, although rather unhappily." She spoke out more hoarsely than she would have liked, "I’ll leave you to decide which is which."

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak but closed it once more as he heard the husky, soft purr of a voice from the woman upfront,

"But, Dear God, you sure know how to impress a girl."

This turned out way longer than expected, whoops!

I even initially intended this to be adlock!crack but then I figured maybe a real, serious adlock fic (that actually includes both characters) would do good lol.

Anywho, I hope people found this small fic enjoyable! I'd really love to do more. :))

#adlock #adlock fanfic #irene adler #bbc sherlock #sherlock #detective lestrade #greg lestrade #benedict cumberbatch #lara pulver #rupert graves #adlock au #kind of #EDIT: i edited it a bit so that future readers won't sturggle through the hassle of reading through unnecessary sentences lol

[barnesbabee]

‘I Hate You’ - Choi San x Reader

Summary: You hated San, and supposedly so did he. But what if he was just bad at getting your attention?

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: If I had to guess I’d say 69

Genre: Smut, Fluff?, Angst

A/N: I turned this into a whole ass thing. I did my best lol hope I didn’t disappoint anyine. Enjoy xx💖

REQUESTS SUPER OPEN

“ ‘I hate you.’ ‘No you don’t.’ “ // “Why are you covered in mud?”

---- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THE PROMPTS ANON ----

 "I swear to God San, if you don't give me back the fucking notebook I'm going to punch you." You threatened, tired of reaching for your own belongings.

   Every time you stretched your arms to get it, he'd hold it up higher.

    "Oh but I'd like to see that," his mouth approached your ear, so he could whisper to you "I want to see you lose control."

    You stomped your foot and pushed him away furiously.

    "You're so annoying!" You yelled at him.

    You were immediately shushed by two other students that were sitting somewhere in the library. 

     For some unknown reason, San loved to tease you and push you around. He wouldn't bully you or humiliate you, but he liked to poke fun at you from time to time and try his best to push you to your breaking point. He wanted you to break out of your goody-two-shoes persona, but you never gave in.

    San pursed his lips, to hold back a laugh, when he heard the other two students shushing you. 

    "You're impossible!" You whisper-yelled at him.

    You then collected the rest of your materials, shoved them in your backpack, and grabbed your umbrella. You turned your back to him and angrily made your way towards the door. San looked at the book in his hand and then at you, confused.

     "Y/N I still have your book!" He yelled, earning angry looks from everyone else in the library.

     You turned to face him, a piercing glare in your eyes at all times. You mouthed 'fucking keep it then' and left.

     The city looked gray that day. Clouds filled the sky and the raindrops fell violently on the floor. You opened your umbrella as quickly as possible to avoid getting soaked, and then started walking home, avoiding every little puddle on the sidewalk as to not get your shoes wet. That all went to Hell however, when you heard a motorcycle roaring behind you. You looked up from the ground and behind you. 

    San's motorcycle was speeding, and when he passed by you, he made sure to run over a muddy puddle, getting you not only soaked from head to toe, but also with mud stains all over. 

    You closed your eyes and dropped the umbrella, out of shock, as the brown droplets painted your body and clothes. San stopped his motorcycle not far away and walked towards you. 

    You remained immobile, still trying to wrap your head around what had happened, and thinking that maybe, maybe it had been an accident. However those thoughts quickly washed away as the male stepped closer to you and pushed his helmet up slightly, revealing a mischievous smirk.

     "Oh, poor girl... Why are you covered in mud? Whatever happened to yo-"

    You didn't let the male finish the sentence. Your hand flew across his face, colliding with his cheek in the process. San furrowed his eyebrows and didn't move for a second, still processing the sharp pain he felt in his cheek. Once he'd understood what happened, he grazed his fingers over his cheek and looked down at you. You were staring at him with tears of anger brimming in your eyes, gritted teeth and fists balled up by your sides.

     "You wanted me to snap!? Well, I just did! Are you happy!? Now fucking leave me alone!" You yelled at him.

    You made sure to bump your shoulder against him as you walked away, but his sudden grip on your wrist didn't allow you to move very far.

    "San, you are the most intolerable person I've ever met, please, let me go." You begged, without even glancing at him.

    "I'm sorry."

    You looked at him as if he was stupid, and the male sighed. His grip on your wrist loosened and he removed his helmet completely. He handed it to you and got on his bike.

    "Come on, put that on and get on the bike. I'll drive us to my place so you can change and wait for the rain to stop." He offered.

    You gave him an incredulous look and stepped back, while shaking your head negatively.

     "I'm definitely on getting on that with you as the driver." You said, pointing at the bike and then at him.

    He sighed once more.

    "Y/N get on the fucking bike, we're both soaking wet."

   You put the helmet on and got on the bike, still a little apprehensive about the whole scenario. San grabbed your hands and put them around his waist, so you'd be secure while riding with him. 

    It was a relatively short ride, but the whole time your heart was beating out of your chest, afraid that something would happen and you'd end up injured. You weren't a big fan of bikes, and being on one with San surely didn't make part of your plans.

    The second he stopped the motorcycle, you stepped off of it, breathing heavily. The male shook his head at you and laughed, as you two entered the apartment building. When you entered the elevator, you removed his helmet and handed it to him, mumbling a 'thank you'. He just smiled and nodded at you.

    His flat wasn't big nor small, it was the right size for a college student to live alone in. The kitchen and the living room were separated by a row of counters and by your right was a small hallway with a couple of doors.

     San took off his shoes and headed to one of the doors the second you two stepped in. You assumed it was the bathroom, since he carried two towels in his hands when he came back. He handed you one of them and you thanked him, then proceeding to dry off your hands, face, and hair. 

     You watched as the male stripped from his shirt and let the wet piece of cloth fall by his feet. You observed as his muscles flexed and moved under his skin. He was toned and very well built, a sight to see really, and in your defense, anyone would stare.

     San looked in your direction.

     "Are you eyeing me while I dry myself?" He asked, with a smirk.

    "I wasn’t- Well yes! Yes I am cause I can't believe you just stripped in front of a girl like that!" You complained.

    "You mean, you're shocked I stripped my shirt in my house to not get the floor wet?"

    Fuck, he had a point.

    You flipped him off and he just laughed at your reaction. 

    "Wait here a second, I'll get you dry clothes."

    He left for a couple of minutes, and when he came back he had on a new pair of grey joggers and a white t-shirt. He held some clothes in his hand that he gave to you.

    "I'm not changing with you standing there!" You told him.

    He turned his back to you.

    "I won't look!" 

    You stares at him for a second, with disapproval in your eyes, but started stripping anyway. You started by peeling your wet shirt off of you and your bra as well, as it was also wet, and then dried yourself off, pulling his t-shirt over your head as expeditiously as possible. 

   You repeated the process with your pants, and although you didn't want to go commando, you absolutely had to take off your panties, or else you'd just end up getting the pants he'd given you wet as well. 

   Once you were done you tapped on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled at you.

   "All done?" He asked.

   You simply nodded, and followed him farther into the house. He asked you to sit on the couch and turned on the tv for you. San disappeared for about five minutes and then came back with two servings of cup noodles. Your eyes instantly lit up as he handed you the snack.

    "That was cute." He told you as you dug into the ramen.

    You looked at him with a weirded-out look in your face and a raised eyebrow, as if you didn't understand.

    "The way you reacted to food," he explained and chuckled "it was cute."

    You just rolled your eyes and focused on eating and watching whatever was on tv.

     "Don't be rude!" He yelled at you, playfully.

     "Or what?" You teased.

    He set his cup of noodles down and approached his hands to your body in a weird way. 

    "What are you doing!?" You asked, a little freaked out.

     Before you could react, his hands tickled your sides. Your feet kicked the air and you squirmed on the couch whilst desperately trying not to let the noodles spill all over the floor.

    "Fine, fine! I'm sorry for being rude to you!"

     San backed away and resumed eating his food.

    "God, I hate you." You said, wearing a pout on your face.

    "No you don't."

    "I kinda do..." 

    Although you had whispered that while playing with the chopsticks in your hand, he had heard it clearly, and his heart sunk at the statement. His face fell and suddenly he wasn't hungry anymore. San set his cup of noodles down on the small coffee table once more and looked at you with saddened eyes.

    "I... I'm sorry."

    "San, you've already apologized and gave me dry clothes and food, it's okay."

    He shook his head, pursed his lips and averted his look.

    "Not because of that, because of... well, everything."

   You looked at him in disbelief. The sincerity in his voice scared you, you couldn't tell if he was making fun of you once more or if he actually meant it. You reached your hand out to touch his arm. Your fingers grazed over his skin lightly, as if reaching for him burned your fingertips.

    His eyes followed your hand and he let out a deep breath.

    "Listen I don't have the best behavior, I know, but I wanted to get your attention and then... And then you looked so cute when you were angry and I liked to see the effect I had on you but I hated to see you nearly cry today. I'm sorry I don't have a better approach."

    You were visibly taken aback about what he said. You expected anything to come out out of San's mouth, but certainly not a confession like that.

    "San, do you- do you like me?"

    His eyes widened at the realization. He looked at you for a second, and his expression seemed... distressed. San was scared that he had, in fact, gone too far and there was no going back now. The man stood up abruptly, pulling away from your touch in the process, and locked his eyes on the floor.

    "What!? No! I mean maybe... I- I don't know Y/N."

    You stood up and looked at him.

    "San I don't know what to say."

    He looked deep into your eyes. The light over you was very dim, and the particular scenario gave you two a sense of comfort.

    "Then don't say anything."

    San placed his middle and index finger under your chin and tipped it upwards. His lips encountered yours in a sweet, soft kiss. 

    The situation felt wrong, but San's lips on yours felt right. You never imagined a reckless man like him to kiss so delicately. While your head couldn't formulate a proper response, your body had already sorted it out. Your hands played with the hairs on his nape as you (gladly) accepted his kiss. 

    Although San's hands stayed on your hips, you could tell he wanted to move them to your ass, but he was afraid you'd push him away. So you took one of his hands in yours, and pulled them down to the place he yearned to touch.

     The male pulled away from the kiss and looked at you suggestively and pleasantly surprised at your demeanor.

    "After tonight you won't be calling me a goody-two-shoes anymore." You whispered in his ear.

    He groaned and grabbed a hand full of your ass as a response as he connected your lips once more.

    You moaned at his movements and he took the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. He took it slow, for you, since he didn't want you feeling uncomfortable.

    You pulled away for air, and San's hand came up to your face to caress your cheek. He kissed your forehead and laced his fingers with yours. The male started walking towards one of the other doors, which you assumed was his bedroom. 

    San opened the door, displaying a small blue-colored room with one desk, a wardrobe, and a king-sized bed. 

    He gently pushed you down onto the bed and removed his shirt, before hovering over you and pinning your hands above your head. 

   San left a soft kiss on your lips, then one on your jaw, one on your neck, and finally one on your collar bone. 

   "Is this your first time?" He asked you.

   You nodded shyly, a little embarrassed at the fact. His lips kissed the spot under your ear.

    "Don't worry, I'll make your first time unforgettable."

     His right index finger traced your body, until he reached the waistband of the pants you wore. San's lips started playing with your neck while his hand started pulling the piece of clothing down. Once they were completely off, San looked down. No panties.

    "Fuck Y/N..." He groaned at the sight.

     He got rid of his pants and boxers, and you took the hint, stripping from your shirt as well. You suddenly felt very exposed, and so you tried to cover yourself with your hands. San gently grabbed your wrists and uncovered your body. He then placed a kiss between your breasts and one to your pretty, plump lips.

    "You're gorgeous... Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

    San reached for the top drawer of his nightstand and retrieved a condom, which he placed on the tip of his hardened cock and rolled down.

     He placed his member at your entrance and pushed in, slowly and carefully, as to not hurt you. 

    You groaned and gripped the sheets.

    "You okay?" He asked.

    You took a couple of deep breaths and looked at him. Panting, messed up hair, cheeks flushed, and cock deep inside you. Fuck he was gorgeous.

    "Y-yes, move." 

    At that, his hips started moving along to a moderate rhythm, until he saw you become comfortable. The second a moan escaped your mouth, San sped up his pace. He swung one of your legs over his shoulder and gripped your thighs for stability.

    You were very sensitive, and because it was your first time, your high came very soon. 

   It took a couple more thrusts from San for you to start feeling something build up in the pit of your stomach.

   "San, oh God, I think I'm cumming."

   "Let it out baby, cum for me."

   The pet name was your kryptonite, and as soon as it fell from San's lips you climaxed. You called for his name as your back arched and your eyes shut close. 

   The even tighter feeling of your pussy and your pretty moan caused San to release onto the condom with a groan.

    Neither of you moved for a couple of seconds, letting the moment sink in. Eventually, San pulled out and threw the condom somewhere, before collapsing next to you. 

    You looked at each other and smiled. You giggled, a little embarrassed at what you had just done, and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

    "Hey Y/N?" He called, getting your attention "Spend the night?”

#san #choi san #ateez #ateez san #ateez choi san #ateez smut #choi san smut #san smut #kpop #kpop smut #san angst #san fluff #choi san angst #choi san sluff #ateez angst #ateez fluff #kpop angel au #kpop fluff #kpop angst

[lookforthefuture49]

Yo!

I got a fanfiction, finally. I don't expect it to be read much here, but here are the links to fanfiction.net and Ao3 pages for it respectively:

Ao3

Fanfiction.net

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13947355/1/Universal-Wars-aren-t-fun

Ok now I can paste it.

Enjoy <3

[Note: this story is only to be on Archive of Our Own/Fanfiction.net under the username DoubleKKookie and on Tumblr under the username Retrooutlaw. IF YOU SEE IT ANYWHERE ELSE, PLEASE SHOOT ME A PM! This is also kinda meant for funsies, obviously.]

Note note: half created by AI Dungeon. Yay for Ai Generated fanfiction lol

[Universal wars aren't fun//1//Battlegrounds]

Izuku's hair ruffled in the wind, the view of a crumbling city crossing his vision. It was odd, how one minute the world was peaceful, and the next an inter-dimensional war decided to happen. During this war of many universes, most of his world was ravaged. Izuku figured he would probably be safe, at least for now. His world might be a battleground, but he wasn't in the midst of the fight. He wouldn't hurt people from other worlds just because some of their worst villains wanted to attack other places. In fact, Izuku just wanted an excuse to help these new people, to stop their worlds from being ruined too. His plan was to travel between the worlds.

Except, all he got was a dazed sense of incompleteness as the world around him seemed to flicker. For a moment, it seemed as if he were home again visiting his mother over a break, excited to see what his friends did. He could feel a couple of tears form, but of happiness, of joy. However, just as quickly as this flicker came, it left, and he came to the realization he was just remembering the past, that he was still alone in the forest, and that seemed to worsen his sad state.

Izuku turned and took a few steps. He had to get moving, and he had to get moving now. He didn't quite know where he was going, but he knew it was far from his home. All he knew was that he had to keep moving, and find a new reason to fight. So, Izuku decided to just keep walking. He made his way through the forest, dodging branches and occasional bokoblins.

Bokoblins were odd, as he'd never seen them before the inter-universal war began. They hadn't even kinda existed in his world, but now he felt like he was fending the creatures off every other step. He never attacked them, but it seemed like he was constantly running from them, even if they were obviously weak.

This rural area he'd found himself in looked to be nearly untouched by the war. Still, there was this odd sense of unease, and Izuku felt like he was being watched. Like he was being watched every step of the way.

Fearful of this feeling of a watchful eye burning a hole into his back, he began to speed up, getting to the point of running. Running as far as he could, as fast as he could.

The more he ran, the faster he felt himself becoming. He couldn't tell what time of day it was, but he knew that it had to be night.

He ran for what felt like an eternity before stopping, legs buckling under him

He fell to the ground, trying not to cry out. He stood back up, deciding if he was going to be upset about a stupid war, he was gonna do it where it was safe, so he stumbled away from the wide open area he was in, and eventually found a flat-topped building, which he entered before reaching the roof and staring out at the more rural area he had found himself in. What modern building were there, such as this one, were overrun with vines and ivy.

He sat down on the roof and wrapped his arms around his knees, finally letting everything soak in. This situation was garbage. He'd been left behind by the civilians who escaped, he had no idea where his friends were, and he had no way of contacting any heroes or any of his peers to come to his aid.

Izuku didn't want to think about the possibility that they were all dead, but looking at the modern buildings being overtaken like this one, he couldn't help but think such a thing. If the entire town was this destroyed, how on earth could THEY be ok?

He didn't understand how something so bad could happen. How the world could ever go back to normal after what was happening right now, Izuku didn't know. But, all he could do now was try to help, and help he would. The moment he saw a portal open, it was his door to purpose, to other people, whoever they were.

He didn't care what world he stepped into. He didn't care if he died, he just wanted to make a difference. It was no longer about this world, about him, or any of the pro-heroes he once loved. Now, if it meant death, he'd stop this war. He decided right then and there he'd do it for his friends, for his family, for All Might, and for whoever he met on the other side of the portal he was adamant on finding.

He wouldn't fail. Lifting his arms from his legs, he rested his face against his knees and took a deep breath. He lifted his head up, staring to the sky.

"I promise, I'll save everyone. No matter what."

...

Izuku sat on that roof for several more minutes before deciding to resume his search. He stood up, left the roof, and began to walk again- until he heard something. Multiple people, a fair distance away behind him. Judging from what he was hearing of the conversation, they hadn't noticed him yet, and were rather focused on someone who sounded distressed and wanted to get away from them. He hid behind the building as the group of people came into sight, listening into their conversation closely.

"LET ME GO!" He heard peirce the air, and when he could see the group, he noted the man who yelled it was being dragged by the arms by two other people, and this man also looked.. unexplainably odd. His appearance didn't matter now, though. What was important was the predicament he was in.

"Would you just put me down already!?" He snapped again.

His supposed captors looked even angrier than they had initially.

"Our leader says that's not allowed, bucko." One of the two people holding him said. His voice was gruff and southern.

He had a goatee and his hair was slicked back. The other one was female, model-esque.

She had long, curly blonde hair, calm blue eyes and slick red lipstick, which was weird for someone to be wearing in this kind of situation.

"Our orders are very clear. Boss wants you."

"I DON'T KNOW WHO YOUR STUPID BOSS IS BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU-"

The southern-sounding captor pulled a lighter from his pocket, and with it lit, rammed it into the torso of the man. He let out a blood-curdling scream and then didn't say another word afterwards. he, nor his clothes, had caught on fire, oddly enough. The southern guy snarled at the man. Izuku wasn't entirely sure who was good or bad in this situation, but he was irked by the entire scene. The only hard part was deciphering if the one who was captured by these two was good or bad, as saving a villain in the midst of a crazy war would be pretty counter-productive. From the way this man's captors were talking, however, he figured he was either a hero like him, or just in the moral gray trying to stay out of things.

Taking a risk, he stepped out from the shadows...

"Stop!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. They turned to look at him, and their eyes went wide.

He pointed at the man. "You two! Release him right now!"

"What do you think you're doing?" The southern one hissed angrily. "This is none of your business, kid! Go back to where you came from!"

His eyes flicked to the man, who seemed to be either knocked out or unresponsive, as he hadn't even twitched when Izuku shouted in his general direction.

"I don't care! He's being mistreated! I won't stand for it!"

The model (At least, Izuku assumed she was a model) whisper-hissed something at her comrade, who just scowled and shook his head. The two started arguing in hushed voices, as the man they dragged here was now beginning to stir.

When he did open his eyes, fear was clear in them immediately, probably thinking the glare Izuku was directing at his enemies was for him. He calmed after a moment, however. The pair seemed bugged but opted to leave without the man now that they'd been found by someone else. (Maybe that's what they were arguing about) They dropped the man harshly, although he didn't seem to be bothered by this at all. He seemed more bothered by the burn mark just below his chest, which, while small, seemed to be quite painful. It was hard for Izuku to gauge what the man was feeling, though, since he looked dead. Not just figuratively, but quite literally rotten and dead. It was strange, but Izuku decided not to question it, for that wouldn't help either of their situations. He instead walked up to the man, hoping to maybe initiate a conversation.

"Hey, um..." Izuku wasn't really sure what to say to him. He didn't know his name, for one.

The other was that he looked like he'd been through hell and back. He had a multitude of scars, both old and new, on his face and body. They were either dark purple, black, or was a hole, which revealed an empty vessel underneath. In fact, his entire complexion was purple, which struck Izuku as off. Any normal person, quirk or not, definitely was not supposed to be dead and purple.

"Are you alright?" Izuku decided to start with. Simple enough.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." (That comment definitely didn't pan out, but Izuku didn't know his life. Maybe this was normal.) Izuku noted a prominent British accent, one he hadn't noticed while the man was shouting angrily, which was odd, because he probably should have. Taking a closer look at him, the strange man was thin, mangy, and also lacked hair. His pupils were glowing, which also really was strange, and the whites of his eyes were now, instead, pitch black. It was somewhat unsettling, but Izuku tried not to think much of it.

"What was all that about?"

"Frankly, I dunno. One minute everything was normal and I was sitting at home, and the next those two were dragging me along to their 'boss'." He replied.

"I tried to get away, but it wasn't exactly easy. I kinda miss having muscles." He said this in a very nonchalant way, shrugging. Evidently, this man was missing vital body parts, who knows how many, and he was acting like it was completely fine.

"I... see," Izuku said, though he wasn't sure what else to say.

"So, what about you, kid? What's your name?"

"Izuku. Call me Deku, please." He stuck out a hand.

"Michael." The other shook his hand, and Izuku noted that he felt no bones in his hand, like it wasn't solid. It was strange, completely empty. "Uhm, do you know what's been going on lately?"

Michael did not reply immediately. "I dunno, something about some war? It didn't seem to pertain to me until I was dragged into a different world entirely, but feel free to explain."

"All I'm really sure of right now is that there is an Inter-Universal War going on right now, and I want it to end. Mostly because it's left my home a wreck, and I don't want that to happen to anybody else's."

Michael nodded in understanding.

"I can appreciate your feelings on the matter."

...

"How long have you been here?"

"Probably only a little over 2 hours."

Izuku had given Michael the choice to stick with him or go off on his own, and, not knowing what else to do, he agreed. Now they walked aimlessly as Izuku tried to explain a bit about what his world used to be like, and just make small talk. Izuku had decided the moment Michael agreed to tag along that he would not question his purple complexion or the lack of internal structure. It seemed like it might be rude, or bring back bad memories if he said the wrong thing, and he didn't want to cause that.

"I see."

They continued in silence for about an hour, before Michael spoke up again.

"I think I prefer this place over my home, truth be told."

Izuku was a little surprised that he would say something so out of nowhere. "Why?" He asked.

"I could go on for days about the terrible things that happened there." Michael sighed. "I don't particularly like dwelling on the past, so I tried to block it out. But here, it's all right. Even the atmosphere feels less oppressive, even if it's obviously still chaotic here."

Izuku frowned. "That's a pretty deep feeling to come up with so suddenly.

"I've had plenty of time to think, and this is the only conclusion I've come to."

...

The night took a long time to come, and Izuku still could find no portals, nor salvation in another world. He would have to wait another day. The pair sat down, and Izuku found himself falling asleep quite quickly...

It seemed like only seconds had passed when he felt something pulling him back to reality. He opened his eyes, and saw that the sky was beginning to turn pink.

"Get up." Michael whispered.

Izuku squinted, kind of annoyed. "Why?" He whispered back.

"I hear a large group of people coming, and I don't want to risk anything."

"Alright." Izuku nodded.

He stood up, as quietly as he could, and stretched, yawning. He was about to head off when he heard the sounds of many feet marching nearby. They were getting closer every second. He halted said stretching, and opted to climb up a tree. Michael made an attempt to hide, slipping behind a tree, but he was pretty easy to spot if one simply looked a little.

Izuku looked down at the group of men, as they marched by. His only question was why they were marching along together like this, and here of all things. They almost looked like soldiers, marching along with random weapons in hand. They were of varying species, although Izuku did not pay mind to this. When they passed and were far enough, Izuku leaped down and gestured for Michael to follow him as they tailed the group to see where they were going.

"What is this?" He hissed. They were headed towards a large open area. The group marched on, keeping pace, until they were they were the size of ants in distance. Izuku looked out to the open, treeless plains ahead. It took a minute to click in his mind, and he realized as Michael caught up what the plains were.

They were in the midst of a battlefield.

That's a wrap :D

#fanfiction #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #my hero acadamy #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[remythologise]

(Apologies for this ask being so disorganized) Not sure if this take is controversial but I really hate how Supernatural puts humans/humanity as being the ideal and never challenges it (and when you look at how there's a historical foundation to view monsters and non-humans through the lens of race, it's so problematic because they really are putting whiteness on a pedestal). They spent so much time saying Heaven and angels are wrong for making judgment on where humans go when they die despite not understanding humanity but are all like hunters are allowed to decide whether monsters/non-humans get to live or die despite not understanding them. And like I know the reason why they never challenge this is because they view Dean as the embodiment of what is means to be human and Dean can apparently never be wrong (even though he is flawed and there are times when he very much is in the wrong). I really do love Dean but as a WOC it's so hard sometimes to watch how Dean views those who are Othered and why it's so hard to not roll my eyes when they villianized Gordon. When you take the whole show into context, Gordon was basically like "if you are considered an Other, you are evil and must be exterminated, no exceptions" while Dean is like "if you're an Other, you are evil but if you're useful and help me, then I'll spare you"(and you can see this in how Dean treats Cas, Kevin, Jack, Benny, Kaia, etc). And the worst part is he never really gets called out for it (like in the beginning, it was very much just he (and Sam too) using Cas as a tool to solve their problems and not really treating him like a person and then instead of calling them out for this, they just extend this behaviour to other characters). Ideally, once the Winchesters started allying with the Supernatural, the show should have moved towards having more of a nuanced view on the Others but instead they were all like, the Supernatural are all evil except for the few that aren't and that's because they are "one of the good ones" but then again maybe I'm excepting too much from a show which has the tagline (catchphrase?) "Saving people, hunting things"-like they are basically telling us what they think about those who are Othered

I think you’ve nailed it exactly on the head anon. The attitude towards monsters is SO inconsistent, and it makes them seem really callous ESPECIALLY with how Cas and Jack are removed from the narrative at the end and proof of the whole ‘if you’re useful I’ll spare you (until you’re used)’. It’s shown time and time again that monsters can change, can be good, but the Winchesters so often blindly murder even when there isn’t PROOF their victims (yes, victims) are dangerous - off the top of my head in season 15, 15.10 The Heroes’ Journey where they slaughter all of the monsters in the warehouse when it’s VERY likely most of them are just there trying to get money to survive, and 15.14 Last Holiday where they just walk in on vampires (drinking from blood bags!!!) and start killing them... because they spotted them on a map. Uncomfortable Implications! There’s obviously a total lack of consistency on the writing team but this issue seems EVEN MORE CENTRAL to the show ethos than, say, Destiel or John Winchester Narrative... I do genuinely think it’s just the carelessness of privileged writers. Like, THE WITCHER does a good job of this! It’s not hard! They always imply that monsters can be good or bad, and PEOPLE are very often the real monsters. SPN is way more interesting when it’s grappling with the moral grey area of the Winchester’s choices (1.12 Faith!!). And the fact that Dean is always shown as In The Right (except, as someone else mentioned on a text post somewhere, when he’s fully ‘evil’ and killing genuinely awful human people due to Mark of Cain. Which, lol.) EVEN when he should be in the wrong! just makes the whole thing jarring. Sometimes really uncomfortable! Like I like shows to challenge my views but not when the message is ‘non-conforming individuals in American society should be eliminated’. Of course there are rare moments where Dean (or John) are called out by better writers but they are fairly few and far between, and the lack of resolution at the end of the show (most glaringly on how Dean treated Jack...) is just. Case closed, Jack and Cas were Things, and only humans were People. 

Also I find it interesting that Supernatural so rarely went with monsters as ‘metaphors’ if that makes sense. The best ‘monsters’ in the horror genre in my opinion are those which reflect societal issues (Get Out) or reveal internal fears of the characters (2.20 What Is And What Should Never Be). But I think the show really lost most of that idea as it went on. And when the Winchesters are killing a lot of generic vampires/ghosts/werewolves. And when we KNOW vampires/ghosts/werewolves that are good (Benny, Kevin, Garth for example), it’s even more jarring that those were the ‘things’ being hunted. I don’t know, I just think Supernatural wanted to be a horror show but was SO bad at it on both a technical level and a theoretical level because it was SO basic most of the time. And instead of shifting the genre, the tone, the message... it stuck stubbornly to the same messaging it had in the Bush era* of ‘us vs. them’ and refused to realise the kind of story it could (AND SHOULD) be telling. (*although honestly Kripke era was actually more careful and consistent on this issue!)

#kira for ts #spn spoilers #supernatural spoilers #anonymous #ask #also anon you weren't disorganised at all!!!! I was way more disorganised!!!!! #sorry it took me a while to reply to this! I still don't think I did it justice but my reply was already very long #there are just SO MANY things to talk about wrt this

[twisted-lies]

I'll resend it again then, good thing i copied it lol ^^ also i'm stupid so i may have put unnecessary stuff there

Hi there, i just saw that you can do kin matchups- please delete this if you don't want to do this!

Danganronpa! Although i prefer Sdr2 / UDG / V3, but its your choice!

- i am quite sensitive, i get angry / cry easily, and i get really bored too. Making me annoyed and watching things even though i already know what's gonna happen, so i really enjoy things thats really unexpected

- i usually stay up at night, because of my vivid imagination. I despise Horror movies, but i still watch them as a guilty-pleasure sort of thing.

- i write, draw, and edit. And i play games alot, but i end up getting bored of them. Leaving them but getting back to it a couple of months later.

- i am ambivert, i talk alot but i stutter alot, Since i'm not good with words, i am quiet with people i don't know yet.. I am quite a stubborn person, completely ignoring how overwhelming the situation is gonna be later. I like to help others too. and i break and lose things easily, making me untrustworthy for things. and i forget things easily too. i get embarrassed easily, if you saw me doing something stupid and told me i would just die from embarrassment lol.

- when i see things that are considered ugly, i will immediately say awee, even if it looks like the devil.

-i also have a neutral face, but people assume that i am angry, which is annoying

- when my friends doesn't talk to me or i lose a friend, i would just act i don't care about them. Making myself seem apathetic to people, even though i'm pretty much sad about it, i also day dream often

Hey hey Anon! Since I don't actually know UDG I went ahead and just chose characters form SDR2 and DRV3 I hope that's alright! Though you can find everything under the cut! Also apologies they're a bit long,,

I kin assign you..

Kokichi Ouma

Even if it may be fake sometimes Kokichi can be seen angry and crying often, expecially shown in Gonta's trial. He can tend to get annoyed easily with others "stupidity" and other things in a sense like shown with Kaito Momota or Gonta Gokuhara. He also tends to get annoyed in "boring situations" like if he already knows how somethings going to play out or if he straight up just gets tired of said thing or situation. Kokichi is more of a stubborn person as well, usually trying to make things play out how he wants it too. Due to all his planning that was later revealed in yhe game I feel as if he'd be one to stay up later throughout the night. He also may have a slight thing for drawing as there was a small doodle on the whiteboard in his dorm room. He also enjoys playing games as showin in his free time events with Shuichi Saihara. While it might not seem like it he was trying to help the group in the long run and viewed them as friends, even sacrificing himself in the end for them. He tends to act like he doesn't care what other's think of him or how he lost somewhat of a friendship he gained with Shuichi Saihara, though in the end it did quite upset him.

Mikan Tsumiki

Like you Mikan is more on the sensitive side and can sometimes be quick to tears and even apologize. I imagine due to her being the ultimate nurse there were sometimes she had to stay up later due to it. Mikan also stutters over her words quite often and is especially quiet when not knowing a person. Once again due to her ultimate she is quick to try and help others if she can. She's also pretty clumsy too shown in the game with her falling various times, so like you she may end up breaking a thing or two. She also tends to be quick to embarrassment. Like you I feel like Mikan would she the beauty in things other people might consider "ugly" due to going through a lot in the past.

Mahiru Koizumi

Mahiru in my opinion is definitely more ambiverted if anything. It can also be quite easy to make her annoyed sometimes. Like you when you say you edit it could relate to Mahiru in some way since she is a photographer and may or may not edit photos once in a while. Mahiru also doesn't strike me as a person to randomly start up conversation unless she knows the person. She can also be stubborn at times and even get embarrased when you point things out to her if I remember correctly. She can also tend to come off rude or apathetic not really tolerating people who are rude towards her. She also states "she gets bored of taking pictures of guys" which could relate to you're boredom in some ways. She also likes to try and help others out if she can like shown with Hiyoko Saionji.

I hope you're satisfied with your results!

#♤Mod Kokichi♤ #♤Request Complete♤ #Kin Matchup #Kokichi Ouma #Kokichi #Mikan Tsumiki #Mikan #Mahiru Koizumi #Mahiru #Danganronpa #Danganronpa Goodbye Despair #Danganronpa Killing Harmony #Dr2 #Drv3

[writerforfun]

Underwing Challenge Day 6 + Day 7

6. What does your portfolio look like? Talk about as many other WIPs as you’d like here.

I have to be honest here, I never understood portfolio. I mean u understand what it is and its purpose but I never understood how to make it for myself.

But either way I guess I do have certain things I worked on.

Starting of with Collection.

1. Collection: Story 1: Mirror Defect: (DONE) (Sorry no cover)

Not all is as it seems.

Not all can be explained and even when the truth is out not everything will make sense.

"I just lost my brother, I can't lose her."

What can you do when you lose trust in those around you? When grief holds you too close?

When lies are hidden all around you?

When nothing is real?

Can you trust your own eyes? When all goes wrong who can you trust?

"Experitment 1034, you are next"

Is anything real? Are you real?

**Warning: character death, graphic description of the deceased character.**

I SUCK AT SUMMARIES.

The story was originally done to scare my uncle. I was going to send him this other story, which R.L. Stine wibe to it but sadly I lost it.

So here we are. Now this story features Mark, who despite all that has occurred, is trying to fix his broken family, even if it means destrying himself but is this family real?

You can check it out here

2. So, A Deal?: (DONE)

Met with death she has no choice but to let death consume her.

"No, I can't leave like this! Not like this."

There is no other way, or is there? But is she ready?

"What do you want? Does your soul not fill with rage, anger and despair? Pushing you to the core of vengeance? Don't you feel like a ghost? Dreading you will disappear? You know you are nothing but a ghost, and eventually, you will have to fade."

"I have seen the face of affliction brought by my reality, I'm tortured by the future of things that cannot be, haunted by visions of yesterday."

Her sin is great, but her desire greater. Will she survive the burn?

This was something I did for my school wrok once. Although it is quite different than the original work. I'm quite happy with the last chapter. I honestly just posted it out as a test to see if others would like it.

It took quite an effort and I enjoyed doing the last bit of it. I really want to make a sequal to it, get it going, but not really sure if this is going to go well.

You can check it out here.

3. Solar Elements: (DONE)

Avatar: The last Airbender inspired.

A lot can happen during a lifetime, faultless rotating to flaws, heroes into villains, a lifetime of destruction smiling in your wakes.

A lot can be lost in a lifetime.

"Wolf is going overboard,"

"We do not have time to wait."

"Surrender now and we shall show you all mercy."

"No, we will never yield to you"

"Then so be it."

"You are not prohibited to address better yet conduct such disgrace." "We are still alive!"

"Love you, Son"

A lot can happen during a lifetime, faultless rotating to flaws, heroes into villains, a lifetime of destruction smiling in your wakes.

"And so she has finally awoken."

I had done this for a story contest once, sadly I was unable to win. But I have to behonest, if I had I would have been so annoyed, it was awful, so awful. I won't talk much on it, as I still don't like this too much.

This feature elemtnal magic and time twist you can say, where a character, reborn must choose to either repeat history or change it completely.

4. Pirates tale: (WIPs)

Had this in for a while, been working on it but didn't have a plot till now.

The ship has no name, no crew, nothing. But if you see it, it's already too late.

Legend says they're ghost, some say they are cursed, others....... others don't live to tell the tale.

It was inspired by a prompt I saw once. Hoping to make these pirates cured to be vampires, hidden from all and only visible at night. They are insearch of their first crew captain, the one who must break the cures. Problem is, Captian dies 30 years ago.

Guess, his hidden daughter must be placed instead.

This is dumb, so dumb, but hey, I'll work on it.

5. The Basement: (WIPs)

Another school work.

This one feartures students sneaking into their school's basement. Each with their own story on why the basement is forbbiden.

If only they had listened and not followed through, then maybe they would not have encountered, the hidden dark past of the school.

This has a gay couple, lol I actaully send it to my teacher but I don't think she noticed :(. It needs alot of work though, so this may take a while.

6. To find the Truth: (WIPs)

This one seems to be liked a lot by you guys. Many seem intrigued.

In the dystopian future, when the world government collapsed, when humans fell and the virus took hold, out rose a series of mutants. Their genes mutated by the virus released when a power plant went nuclear.

These mutants, blessed with powers beyond their control, have taken leadership. Smart, strong, powerful and undefeatable. They hold power over the weak like you and me. But I won't let them stop me. I won't let them come in the way.

They are sloppy, weak and useless. The world is filled with criminals, danger and people in need. This world needs justice, it needs help and they won't help, so I will.

"They'll take you away. They take people like them away"

"I won't let them"

I worked up a lot on this in the past few day and have actually most of the plot down. Well the main chracter's backstory at least, even how the virus started and why these mutants have taken over.

I just need to start it out and get it going. I have done that and I was thinking of adding bits and pieces on how the world is after every sub-story, like telling the tale as the story progress.

Was also hoping to give this story, a big reveal as to who these mutants are and how they came to be, why they take other's like them and how they find other's like them.

7. To Sacrifice or To Live? (WIPs)

Still working up on the name here, but the story goes like this.

Two wedding decades a part, each holding nothing but tale forgotten.

An evil entity hanting them both. A power over both familes, readdy to demolish them whole this time.

Will the scarifice work?

Ok, before you turn away, here me out here.

Two weddings, one in the 1900s and the other in 2000s. Both familes trapped in a curse long active, each must work to find a way to break the curse. One failed, made it worse, will the new bride make it? Or will she suffer worse?

8. Collection: Haunting Memories (WIPs)

Jenny doesn't know how she did it but she did. She didn't mean to. She really didn't. But Nina is dead now and it's her fault. She did it.

It's her fault.

Then why do they blame Jake? Jake is sweet, kind and caring. Sure he was the one with the blade, covered in blood and coming to kill Jenny next but it wasn't Jake. Because she saw.

Saw him kill her. Push the blade through Nina, watching as the girl fell. Her blood turning the ground crimson. She saw as the life left Nina's eyes. As the killer slumped to the ground, the control over him wearing off.

Jenny knows because she killed Nina. Then why does no one believe her? And why do her memories differ from Jake's?

“I am telling you what happened.”

“All you are doing is wasting our time.”

“Then be patient, this is all I have. Please just hear me out.”

“We are busy people here. We don’t have time for stupid tales, girl”

“This is not a stupid tale. If you could just listen.”

“We are listening. Listening to you for the past 10 minutes, all you have done so far is tell us useless things. We have things to do.”

“Everything I mention is important. One thing missed and you won’t understand. Please. I need your help.”

“You have 10-”

“15”

“Fine 15 minutes.”

This I hope to work and get done by at least in the next month. It need a lot of work and must be quite slow yet fast paced. I need to make the plot a bit more than just what I have written.

8. Trick? No, I'll take the Treat (WIPs)

Halloween themed. Done quite long ago.

What will you do when your Halloween turns into a nightmare?

I have nothing much on it at the moment, but will update this soon.

7. What kind of partnership are you looking for in this event? Friendship? Somebody to bounce ideas off of? Something else? What sorts of people are you hoping to meet and adopt?

Honeslty, I did a lot of research in the past few days and boy do I ned a lot of work done.

For starters, I need someone who can actually tell me how my work is going, just how kuch of an effort I have out in and how it seems to others.

I need harsh, quite harsh feed back so I know what I am doing wrong, what I should improve with and what interests the reader about the book.

I also say wish to meet and know other writers here. Would love to meet them and get to know them.

#underwing challenge #writblr #writeblr #writing #fantasy #worldbuilding #OC #writeblr community #blog into #writer into #mystery #thriller #wattpad author #wattpad writer #horror #mystical creatures #fanfiction writer #writers on tumblr #story writing #young adult #short story #long post

[joyisntyoj]

04: LETTERS TO NOBODY OR MAYBE MAYARI

Seal stamps, stamps with whatever designs, papers and pens, stickers, pictures, dried flowers, heartwarming messages, and a lot more.

When was the last time you wrote something on a literal piece of paper for someone?

Have you ever personally given someone a handwritten letter or sent it from the post office?

Is writing a letter still a thing today, or you just use whatever app you have because what is the point if other ways are more convenient, right?

Maybe, you are more the vocal type of person and, you just say what you feel instead of writing it down?

Perhaps, you are none of the above because what is important is your presence in their lives and, that is more than enough?

Still, how lovely it is to keep something that has sentimental value. It unnecessarily means that you are hoarding something because what's to not treasure from precious memories in a small piece of paper in an envelope?

This story is for those who never get tired of expressing themselves in whatever form they know, but most especially to those who write.

May you never run out of papers, inks, and thoughts to compose. to more unforgotten memories preserved in letters.

^^^

To: Mayari.

How are you? I wish things were getting better, just like what I always pray. These days, sleeping at night suddenly became serene as well as waking up in the morning. Sometimes my days are dull and typical...I believe? But most of the time, it's either I'm feeling blue or extra sad, or was that the same? I kept on blaming the pandemic, but for real, I'm just a mess. Silent battles are truly tough. I wish I had the courage and strength just like yours. Be safe. Stay sane. I'm really trying my best to be legit all right.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Liway is the name, exhausted with life. Mayari, someone out there, maybe a supreme being or plausibly not always receives Liway's letters. Sometimes Liway writes 10 messages at once and sometimes none at all. Mayari is the only recipient of such letters that even Liway never knew they were received by the random recipient it thought was just nobody. It all genuinely started on having a recipient written on the "To:" part at the post office. Though seriously, it doesn't even have any home address. It's super weird that it's for Mayari and no address, and were received.

HOW?

^^^

To: Mayari.

The night has come. This time, it feels heavier than usual. Tears are suddenly falling. I noticed that an unwelcome visitor came. The familiar pain is hugging me again, so tight that breathing is getting harder. I hate everything. Yet, I came to realize a lot of things. Afterward, I'm feeling blessed and grateful. Am I getting crazy? Before I went to bed, at the dinner table, I felt uncomfortable with the conversation we had, my family, about myself back then. I really hate it when they keep on bringing up what happened in the past. I already moved on... I think... so can they stop mentioning those moments? Honestly, whenever anything from the past is introduced again and remembered, I tend to feel like it just happened yesterday. Everything is coming back so fresh and new; fun, pain, sweats, and tears. I hate it.

PS. Mayari, can you send me some courage? Preferably in capsules, So I can have it in my intakes and be sure I'll be really having it in my system literally.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Continues writing so many letters filled with how living is like. Liway felt tired and exhausted. A few days ago, it was super overwhelmed that crying is unavoidable. Then this morning, Ms. Walmy called for a little chat and checking up because it's never too bad to check up on somebody, most especially when you're a counselor. It's your job, so uh? Anyway, though Liway was out of focus on the call, it was able to be accomodating and warm in return. It reciprocated the thoughtfulness with a sweet smile.

^^^

To: Mayari

Hey! Today I was mad because firsthand, I experienced that thing I usually hear from other people. The "don't-post-something-revealing-on-social-media-but-love-yourself-but-that's-not-appropriate". Well, I don't even know why I'm reacting super outrage towards it. Because knowing that my family is just concerned for me since the internet is frankly scary. I mean, I did nothing wrong, so why? Maybe deciding to be confident on the internet is not necessary for them. But for me, it is! So how should I deal with this? A friend consoled me, and I feel better. Still tho, my mood is already ruined. Oh gosh.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways, 

 Liway.

Welcoming a new week, the usual Liway is busy with the household chores. Some may find it stressful, but this one is pretty different. Scrubbing the floor, washing the dishes, brooming on the side. Later on, folding the clothes, fixing the bed, and a lot more things. It looks like it'll be tiring its body out until the nose bleeds, and passing out is the last resort to rest. How come it's easier to clean an actual mess than the one inside the head and heart?

^^^

To: Mayari.

Beloa visited me today. My childhood and the only friend left I have up to this day from elementary school. If you get what I mean? It's been a long time since we had a chat, especially that things are super complicated these days. She's doing really well, and I couldn't be more proud. I'm still amazed at how we manage to be friends because we both don't like each other to begin with. It's so funny that we even pulled each other's hair in the 4th grade while the class is taking the annual picture for the school year remembrance. What are the odds in this even, right? HAHAHA. Today was warm and bright.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Dates suddenly don't vary in these letters. Even the concept of time is somehow gone. What's important is regardless of not having these "important details" like the usual, Liway can keep up and be consistent in sending its letters. Liway never missed a chance to send a letter to the address less recipient, which left the post office staff to ponder with it. But as time goes by, Alle, the clerk, is no more surprised 'coz she's used to everything now. The envelopes unfailingly vanished the moment it was dropped inside the mailing box. Indeed, a magical mailbox.

^^^

To: Mayari.

I never knew how amazing pretending could be. You know that thing where someone usually says I'm okay, but really not? The inner saboteur that was triggered by their trauma is real-real-real. A car is useless when it's not moving if you wanted to travel to faraway places. Does that make sense?

PS. It sucks that our bathroom is the only "semi-safe space".

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Polar bears are really fascinating. They get to hibernate. Then, after the time being, back on hunting and living their lives. Ligaya was one of Liway's hero. A lot knew Ligaya for being a superhero, although she does not have that fantasy powers. Just like the polar bears, too, Ligaya has been hibernating for quite some time but kept on saying that she was not. Liway saw it all. Maybe a bear's hibernation is different from a human-being, hmm?

^^^

To: Mayari.

IDK what to say, but I just wanted to be consistent at the very least in sending you letters.

PS. The radio was broken, but in my head, it's working. It kept on playing nonstop music. Is this a poetic way of saying I'm overthinking things?

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

^^^

To: Mayari.

A lot happened lately. Somebody lost a precious one, and here I am, having a renaissance moment. It's a crazy ride, but for all it's worth, the pea has grown into a beautiful plant. Hope it made sense coz finally, everything is making sense to me now. Little by little, slowly and surely.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

^^^

To: Mayari

Hey!! I hope you are doing great!!! These days, everything felt surreal. I get to be active everywhere. It's draining, yet I feel so alive than ever. I had this thought that time is indeed just a concept, hmm? I mean, anytime is the right time to do what you want and whatever it is. Nothing is too late, most especially when it comes to growth. OH, being late in class still counts but FOR REAL RIP TO THE ONLINE CLASS SETUP -_-

PS. May we never run out of time to be the best versions of ourselves. LOVE WHOEVER YOU WANT. fck the situation, but SOON, GO ANYWHERE YOU WANT. SPEND FOR YOURSELF AND FOR YOUR LOVED ONES. FEEL EVERYTHING.

PSS. May we leave this world with fewer regrets and more amazing memories.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways, 

Liway.

Quite a lot of letters were already sent. The post office is getting more and more letters, as well as Mayari. Still, NO REPLY. Maybe some other, Liway will be able to hear Mayari's words.

^^^

To: Mayari.

*here's an envelope just in case you want to write me something*

With so much love annd kindness always and all ways, 

Liway.

'Tis the season to be jolly. LOL Nah. Liway has been out for the past weeks. By out, means on a hibernation mode. A L O T R E A L L Y happened. It's hard to put it into words. I guess Liway will end these letter-sending shenanigans or just lazy and trying to give out some excuses //

^^^

To: Mayari. 

Ever since I was taught how to move around the kitchen, I've been assigned to be Mom's assistant while cooking for the feast every event/occasion we'll be celebrating. It's tiring but super fun. Getting your fingers bleed and while unaware is cool LOL~ 

PS. Why does it feel so good to overthink things while doing the dishes? What's with that scenario.........

With so much love and kindness always and all ways, 

Liway.

Tireless hands, heart, and mind with countless thoughts and feelings, papers, and pens everywhere—WRITING; it surely is one of the best ways to vent. Though letters can’t hug and wipe one's tears, witness waves of laughter, ease the pain, and such, the comfort from every word written is more than enough.

Suddenly time barge in and reminded me that this is enough. THIS IS ENOUGH FOR 2020...

A new chapter has arrived, and maybe it's time to move forward. Maybe this is where it all gonna stop for a while. I mean, writing is somehow tiring, literally. Probably, Mayari might reply with the number of letters sent anytime soon, so maybe waiting is all that needed.

No rush in moving on.

MAY YOU GET THE REPLY YOU LONG FOR SO LONG.

PRIORITIZE YOURSELF AND HAVE COURAGE.

BE KIND ALWAYS AND ALL WAYS.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Little did nobody know, Liway is writing a letter to her "ideal" self.

The letter-sending-to-nobody thingy of Liway is really mind-boggling, right?

Mayari is Liway. Liway is Mayari.

The things that Liway wanted to say but cannot articulate well were always sent to Mayari. Mayari is the version of Liway it wishes to become in the future. 

The weak Liway longs and hopes to have "that" someone by her side to look up to. That's why she always writes letters and keeps them in the memory box.

The post office thingy was actually her shared room at home: the table at the corner with no lights but so much mess. It's that post office.

It's pandemic, so how can a post office be open and how brave she is to go out, right?

That saying, "be the hero you wanted to have when you were little", is the best explanation of Liway's way of venting and expressing.

Nobody knows when Mayari will come to life because it's no certainty that we can be the ideal self we all wanted to happen. 

For now, Liway is fighting her battles and screaming louder to the universe,

UNTIL WHEN DO I HAVE TO FEEL THIS WAY?

To be continued...

Happy New Year, Mayari. ✨💜

This is like an excerpt from my quarantine shenanigans for 2020 LOL.

#newyear #writing #vent #shortstory #letter

[badboysdoitbetter]

— hump and dump | sc

pairing: sen hatsumi x reader

fandom: kengan ashura

genre: angst, smut; pining!AU, doctor!reader, womanizer!sen

tags/warnings: one night stand, mentions/depictions of sex, swearing, sweet dirty talk, creepy!hanfusa, confused!ohma lol

word count: 1.2k

synopsis: being young and stupid, you learn the hard way that sen hatsumi isn’t the type of guy you want to be with. although, that doesn’t mean he won’t try his luck again and again...

His large, calloused hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him; while you grinded against him, desperate for any friction you could get.

His body was warm, and you could feel Sen's nails digging into your flesh.

"Such a pretty little thing~" He hummed, but you could feel he was preoccupied with the unsteady breaths that tickled your neck.

"Sen, please—"

"Oí, (Y/N), focus." You shook your head in an attempt to rid yourself of those memories. It'd been a few nights since Sen's body had intertwined with your own, but you couldn't stop thinking about the way his member felt inside—STOP IT, (Y/N). "I need you to wrap this man's knuckles, and while I love to see that cute expression on your face, I need you to daydream on your own time."

"Yes, sir." You nodded to Hajime as you brushed your hands down your nurses 'outfit' (it was so revealing you could barely call it more than a costume), and you could feel the man's disconcerting gaze on your figure. "I promise it won't happen again."

"Look, (Y/N), I get that you're young and new at this whole job thing, being fresh out of college and all, but I won't keep covering for you." You were about to clock out, but Hajime had insisted you stay back, something about taking notes on a new 'dissection.'

"I know, Doctor, and I'm trying my best to stay focused but—"

"I don't really care. If you weren't so pretty, I'm sure you'd already be on this dissecting table." He lifted a hand from your side and traced it on your jawline. "Such a fine specimen you are..."

"Yo, anyone home?" A familiar voice pulled Hajime's uniquely creepy-looking eyes away from your own, and he looked at the person standing at the door.

"Ah, Hatsumi, I haven't seen you here in a while. Take a seat anywhere you'd like." You could feel his eyes on you, but you paid him no mind as you quickly gathered your things. It was the end of your shift after all.

"Hajime, I think I'm gonna get going—"

"Please," The said male came close to you, and you could feel his hand lingering above your exposed midriff, "Finish things in here first, okay? I'll see you tomorrow, lovely~" A voice interrupted your uncomfortable interaction.

"Sorry, but I don't have all day, why don't you just clean me up and I'll be on my way, cutie." He winked at you, but you could tell it was more than playful. "How 'bout that?"

"(Y/N), your patient's waiting—"

"I'm going, I'm going."

Sen didn't say a word to you the entire time you rubbed the blood off of his chest. He'd been in a match, and the blood wasn't his, thankfully, but you expected him to at least mention your little horizontal tango session the other day.

The only thing he did was ogle at your exposed chest as you bent over in front of him, and brush his hand on your ass by "accident" every once in a while.

Other than that, nothing. In retrospect, it might have been a good idea for you to bring it up and resolve the conflict right then and there, considering it probably would have stopped the events that followed a few days later.

"Hatsumi you're so buff."

"Yeah, how often do you work out?"

"I bet you could lift me! Wanna try?"

"I think you should show me some of your moves later... Maybe at my place?"

These were only a few of the comments you heard coming from Sen's direction during the Ganryu Island party.

"Ladies, you're all attractive, and I promise I'll get to each of you eventually, but for now, how about you go on the dance floor and give me a show."

That asshole looked you directly in the eye as he spoke, but when you rolled your eyes in his direction, he gave the most obviously feigned look of confusion he could muster like he didn't know exactly what he was doing.

Oh yeah? Two can play at that game, Hatsumi.

"Ohma," Your voice was obnoxiously loud as you called for your friend. "Buy me a drink? I wanna spend some time with you."

"But drinks are free." Can I have any fun anymore?

"That's even better!" You grabbed his muscular arm and led him to the bar, purposely rubbing yourself up against him. "Ohma, your arms are so hot~"

Seriously, (Y/N)? Hot arms? That's the best you could come up with?

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He clearly didn't understand the purpose of the compliment. It looked like you'd have to kick things up a notch.

"You know, I can't really hear you in here... Can we take this up to my room?" The thought of sleeping with Ohma didn't necessarily turn you off, but there was someone you'd much rather be doing the deed within that moment. Maybe you would close your eyes and pretend it was Sen—

"Got a light?" Speak of the devil. You cocked your head to the side, recognizing a familiar Hawaiian shirt in your peripheral vision.

"I'm actually in the middle of a conversation, Mr. Hatsumi—"

"(Y/N), cut the shit." Ohma took that as his cue to leave, and Sen took over his place on the barstool adjacent to yours. "You look good in that outfit... Might even look a little too good for all these people to see." Shrugging, he tried to play off his relaxed demeanor as apathy.

Taking a sip of the drink you'd found in front of you, your glistening eyes met his sleepy ones. "Why does it matter to you, Sen? I mean, it's not like we're together..."

His hand moved from its place resting on the barstool to your hip, and Sen's thumb starting tracing the curves of your body that your dress accentuated perfectly.

"That doesn't mean we can't still have a little fun while we're together." You scoffed at his diction.

"Fun? That's all this is to you? That's all last weekend was to you?" Reaching to pull his hand off of your waist, you were surprised to find that he resisted your attempt. "Sen, if you wanna hump and dump a girl, there are plenty of whores here willing to do just that."

You hopped off of the bar stool with your heels clicking against the polished wooden floors. Taking one last sip of your drink before leaving, you gave your night together a last fleeting thought, knowing your dignity was worth far more than his pleasure.

"Unluckily for you, I'm not one of them. Next time you want to fuck someone in the middle of the night, you know who not to call."

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