#and when he's going to bed the ghoul is also turning in to recharge

[legalownerofakaashikeiji]

Hi! I was wondering if I could please bother you for a BNHA match-up. I am not too picky with any specifications as long as the students are aged up. I am a straight, 26 year old doctor doing my residency. I am chubby, 5’1” with blue eyes and wavy light brown hair. I love cooking, baking, reading, writing, working out, playing video games, yoga and watching anime. I love spicy foods and weird new combinations but I’m not the biggest fan of sweet foods.

I am a INFP Capricorn and tests seem to think I would be a good Gryffindor. I genuinely dislike people who are willfully ignorant or unwilling to experience new things. I am an introvert with a pessimistic line of thought but unless you know me very well I appear to be an extremely happy and outgoing person. I have a social battery meter that I have to follow closely or else I get overwhelmed and need to be either alone or around someone special to recharge

Hi, thanks so much for requesting. I’ve had to put A LOTT of thought into your match-up because I seriously didn’t know who to choose

in the end i decided to match you up with...

~KIRISHIMA EIJIROU~

Now.. I know that some people may not agree with me but lemme just quickly explain why

I seriously believe that Kiri could bring out the best in you ESPECIALLY as an aged-up Pro-Hero and vice versa

I’m more than 100% sure that he won’t even dare judge by appearances since its not manly at all, his best friend is Bakugou for Christ’s sake, so if your appearance, whether it be your height, features or body type, is something you’re insecure about this ManlyMan ® wouldn’t give up until you feel like the Goddess that he treats you like

I’m guessing that being a doctor means working long hours so you two might not see each other much but when you do he makes sure that you both are having the best time and being comfortable. He’s up for whatever your up for, be it a nap or an hour long hike

I don’t think that he is a master chef but he wont burn water either, so you two would DEFINITELY cook dinner together and bake cakes for yourselves like in the movies and all I’m so jelly

I also think he’d eat pretty much anything you would and he has a sweet tooth but won’t force you to go binge eating sweets with him

On days he’s more tired he’d love for you to read him your current book or something you were recently writing whilst cuddling together wherever

Just a quick note on cuddling- HE’S A HUGE CUDDLE BUG

When it comes to writing if you’re the type to write late at night when he’s come back from work (assuming you two live together by then) he’d put your health first and draaaag you either to bed or to take a warm bath with him.

If you ever feel comfortable showing him your work, asking for criticism he’d really focus and try get into the story for your sake so that he can be as honest as possible with you

As honest as he’d be he wouldn’t utter a bad word about your work, compliments only when he’s in charge!

He’s literally a Pro.. of course he’d be working out and would have so much fun doing it with you.

He does mostly, if not only, muscle and cardio work so if you do other types he’d definitely be open to trying!

Same goes for yoga, although i can’t imagine him having very good balance so he’d struggle at first but find himself so at peace watching you gracefully change positions and would find it absolutely adorable

Kirishima, without a doubt, has experience with anime and video games

Animes- he would probably be into ones that give off a yaoi vibe without him even realising it ,he’s just there for the drama and competition. He isn’t the type to watch things like Tokyo Ghoul though (he probably used to get nightmares tbh) but I’m sure you two could mutually agree on something to watch on days off

As for video games.. this man will turn to be so competitive, and the both of you will just try to sabotage each other all the time if you two play something like Mario Kart. If you’re more of a COD, Overwatch, R6S typa gal then He’d love for you to teach him and play with him every now and then but would rather watch you get you mad when you die, puff your cheeks when you get frustrated 

BUT HE WOULD FORCE YOU TO PLAY ACNH WITH HIM

You’d go to each other’s towns and it’d just be really cute and soft

This God of a man would never turn down trying new things, he’s all for it!!

Pleeaase introduce him to stuff he’s never seen before he honestly thinks you’re the most wonderful person ever he’d do anything for/with you

As an introvert tell him if you ever feel uncomfortable when you’re out or if you’d rather stay in than go out he is  p u t t y in your hands

He will try to take you out to new places and introduce you to new people because he is such a social butterfly, just tell him when you don’t want to be involved anymore and he’ll completely understand

When you reveal to him your more pessimistic thoughts he’d be kind of shocked but wouldn’t question you and would just try to let you see the more optimistic side of things!

You have to let him know about you getting overwhelmed because he would just make it worse by trying to press you to tell him what’s going on which I imagine wouldn’t lead to something pretty

Tell him and he’d completely understand! He’ll leave you be and you can go to him whenever you need and rant or whatever would relieve you from your stress

Further into your relationship hopefully he’ll become a special someone you can recharge with (it’d be his honour) and like always he’ll be following your every command

This is exactly like opposites attract and I personally think that you’d have a very wholesome relationship!

THANKS SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR

MATCH-UP❤

#kirishima x reader #mha kirishima #bnha matchup #matchups #anime #mha #bnha

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HP Universe Drabble Challenge Pt.4

And the next set for the snzfic/sickfic drabble challenge.

16. Dinner for Three (Sirius Black) 17. Doctor (Harry Potter) 18. Dust (Ron Weasley) 19. Feather (Hermione Granger) 20. Anticipation (Tonks) 21. Bed (Remus Lupin)

16. Dinner for Three

“Lils?”

James Potter emerged from the front hallway of their cottage, brushing snow out of his hair.

“In the kitchen,” she called. “Dinner's almost ready.”

Hurhh-TSCXHHH!

“Bless you!” Lily said as she moved towards the sound. “James are you --”

She stopped short at the sight of a second figure in the entryway. Sirius Black was standing behind James with his hands steepled over his nose.

“Sorry,” James said, leaning in to kiss his wife on the cheek. “I didn't say. I dragged this miserable sod with me. Will we have enough dinner to feed three?”

“I don't need dinner,” Sirius chimed in. “Just the couch, thanks.”

“And some Pepper-Up, by the sounds of it,” Lily said. “Are you alright?”

“He's been sniffling all day,” James said. “I said he better come here instead of back to that dark little flat of his.”

“Of course. We can make up the spare bed, Sirius,” she offered. “Now, get those cloaks off and come warm up. I made stew and there's plenty.”

Hehh-nghGHXT!

Sirius doubled over, sneezing loudly.

“Oh, Sirius,” Lily said sympathetically. “Come on. We'll find you some Pepper-Up and a hot drink too.”

17. Doctor

On the second night in a row of listening to her husband coughing all night, Ginny Potter laid down the law.

“If you're not going to take a potion, at least agree to see a Healer,” she urged as Harry lay listlessly on the sofa with the wireless playing the day's Quidditch match.

“Hmm?” Harry murmured. “What do you mean? I'm not going to St. Mungo's for a cold.”

Ginny gave him an odd look.

“I didn't say go to St. Mungo's. I said go to a Healer.”

Harry looked confused for a second but was quickly distracted by the brutal cough. He turned his face to his shoulder, chest straining as he hacked. Ginny grabbed his water glass and passed it over.

“Thanks,” he choked, taking a gulp of water. He got the coughs under control and he cleared his throat of the remaining congestion. “I can't just owl for Pomfrey.”

Ginny had the sudden realization that Harry had no idea that Healers existed outside of Hogwarts and the hospital.

“Do you know how Muggles go to see a doctor?” she asked.

“Well, yeah, of course,” Harry replied. “Had to get my shots from one when I was a kid.”

“Well, there are Healers who sort of like doctors,” Ginny explained. “You can go to their house or they can come to you.”

Harry stared at her, brows furrowing. At first she thought he was upset, but his mouth dropped open and he took a small gasping breath before pressing his hands over his nose.

Eh-tsCHHH!

He sneezed forcefully and cleared his throat again.

“How soon do you think we can get to one?” he asked wearily.

18. Dust

“Anything yet?” Hermione shouted up the attic steps.

“Just a second,” Ron's voice replied. “I think they're in this box.”

At the base of the ladder, Hermione tapped her foot as she waited. They were making plans for George and Angelina's upcoming wedding and Ron was looking for his dress robes, which he'd inexplicably shoved in some box at the Burrow after wearing them for both Bill and Fleur's and Harry and Ginny's ceremonies. After he and Hermione had married, the box didn't end up making it over to their house and Mrs. Weasley surmised it must've ended up in the attic.

So Ron was digging through box after box, trying to ignore the family's horrifying old ghoul that lingered in the far corner.

“Ah ha!” he shouted triumphantly. “I knew they were here somewhere.”

He appeared at the top of the ladder holding his robes. They almost appeared grey instead of black thanks to several years in the attic. Ron gave them a shake, releasing a cloud of dust, and held them up.

“I think they'll still fit,” he said. “They don't look so—hehh...”

His breath hitched and his eyes narrowed in a squint.

Hehh—ehh-CXHT!

He snapped forward with the forceful sneeze and immediately bent forward again with a second and third.

Eshh-SCHHT! Nhh'GSCHHHT!

“Bless you!” Hermione said from the bottom of the ladder. “Steady. Don't fall down here.”

“Shaking them was a bad idea,” Ron said with a sniffle. “Too much dust.”

19. Feather

The Office of the Minister of Magic was always abuzz with activity, but sometimes Hermione needed her own space to think. Today, it was more than just that. She'd been feeling off all morning and she needed time alone to recharge. So, with an authoritative demand, she sent away her under-secretaries and advisors before shutting her office door and putting a 'do not disturb' spell on it.

She sank down into her desk chair, relishing the sudden silence. There were about a dozen stacks of parchment in front of her to be reviewed but all she really wanted today was to be home on the sofa with Ron. No such luck. These papers were not going to review themselves.

Picking up the stack, she took up her quill and began to edit the proposed new legislation. Not ten minutes in to her work, she began to feel a troublesome itch in her nose. She wriggled it irritably and sniffled, briefly wondering if her allergies were flaring up. But there was nothing she'd been exposed to that would have caused them. Perhaps her 'off' feeling was the beginnings of a cold. Either way, the tickle in her nose was growing in urgency. She closed her eyes and took another deep sniffle, trying to coax the sneezes out or to make the tickle stop. Neither happened.

Frustrated, she pressed her palm to her nose and wriggled it. The itch rose in urgency and she felt her breath hitch, but then...nothing. She pinched her nose and tried rubbing the nostrils together. Again, her breath caught in her throat but no sneezes came. The itch was peaking to a maddening level, buzzing inside her nose like a trapped insect. She squeezed her quill tightly, caught in the tormented state.

And then in came to her. Of course! Her quill!

She raised the feather end and gave her nose a light brush. The tickle surged in intensity. She stroked the long plume across the sensitive tip of her nose and around her quivering nostrils. Her breath hitched, this time going wild with anticipation.

“C'mon....” she groaned, swirling the tip of the feather into her runny nose.

And then, it happened. She took a gasping breath and pitched forward, catching her nose in a cupped hand.

Eh-tshCHII! Heh-TCHII! Ehhh—hehh-CSCHIII!

The sneezes burst forth, scraping her throat and quelling the plaguing itch. At least for the time being.

20. Anticipation

He'd been desperate to get back to her all week. Despite their rocky start and some angst in the middle, Remus truly did adore his wife Tonks. And now they'd been apart nearly two weeks while Remus was up North recruiting the werewolves and he was very eager to get back home to her. In spite of his own weariness and aches and robes that needed a good wash, he bounded up the stairs to the flat and performed the charms to unlock the door.

“I'm back!” he said, stepping into the foyer and shedding his mud-soaked boots on the mat.

“In the den,” Tonks voice replied quietly.

He shrugged off his robes in favour of the jumper and trousers he had on underneath and practically sprinted into the den.

Dora was sitting on their worn sofa, a cup of tea clutched between her hands and a blanket over her shoulders. From her ears drifted a slow trickle of smoke.

“Oh no,” Remus said, taking in the sight. “Are you sick?”

“Maybe. But get over here,” she said hoarsely, opening her arms. He sat on the sofa and pulled her into a tight hug.

“God, I missed you,” he confessed. “I've been dreaming about this all week. I pictured it a little differently but it doesn't matter.”

She sighed and gave him a tight squeeze.

“If the dreams involved snogging me senseless, then yes, I'd maybe hold off on that,” she said. “I'm sorry.”

“Oh, love, it's okay,” he assured her, leaning back and pulling her to rest comfortably against his chest. He carded his long fingers through her pale pink hair. She turned her head and coughed lightly into his jumper.

“Sorry,” she croaked. “The Pepper-Up is only doing so much. I- errr..hold on...”

She sat up, leaning away from him with an odd expression on her face. Her button nose wrinkled irritably and she snapped forward into her bent arm, sneezing damply.

Hurh-tshCHOO!

With a groan, she sniffled thickly and slumped back into his arms.

“You weren't joking,” he said sympathetically, resuming stroking her hair. “I think waiting a bit for snogging is definitely a good idea.”

21. Bed

Being back at Hogwarts was already incredibly emotional and then there was the fact that one of his former best friends had escaped prison and was on the run. And then there was the son of one of his other best friends who kept showing up at his office door telling him stories of hearing James and Lily's murder when the Dementors got too close. And of course, there was also the transformations and dealing with Snape's daily delivery of Wolfsbane. And teaching all of his classes to a student body that, frankly, was extremely lacking in quality Defence education.

It was all a little overwhelming.

So it wasn't really a surprise when Remus woke up one morning feeling the ache of a fever and the heavy congestion of a cold that had settled its way into his head and chest. He sat up in bed only to immediately flop back down onto the pillows with a heavy sigh. Thank Merlin it was Saturday.

He turned his head and squinted towards the clock on the wall. The hands read half-past eleven and he groaned. Snape would be around soon with his potion and the last thing he wanted was to be caught in his pyjamas. Untangling himself from the sheets, he rose and got dressed, sniffling and snorting as he went about the business of getting ready. Cozied up in a heavy jumper, he tucked some handkerchiefs into his pocket and went down into his office.

Might as well get some work done while he waited. He picked up a stack of papers that needed grading, but the pounding pressure of the congestion in his head made it difficult. He pressed slim fingers to his sinuses, spreading them across the sensitive ridge of his cheeks. Nose dripping, he reached for a handkerchief to clean up his nose and was grateful he'd grabbed it as he felt the sharp prickle of a building sneeze.

Eh-tsGHHHTT! Nh-ghhTSCHHH! Hehh...ehh-GHSHTT!

He sneezed harshly into the handkerchief, throat scraping with each brutal outburst, and quickly launched into a volley of chesty coughs. Clutching at his chest, he tried to settle them, but they seemed to tumble out with a persistent percussive rhythm. He took a wheezy breath and managed to stop, now red in the face and sweaty.

There was a knock on the door. Snape. Great.

“Come in,” he said hoarsely.

Snape swooped in with a goblet, pausing and looking at Remus with a disgusted expression.

“You look like shit.”

“Thank you, Severus,” Remus said wryly.

Snape put the potion down on Remus' desk, dark eyes scanning the stack of papers and the discarded handkerchief.

“Do you think your rooms might be a better place for you in this state?” Snape asked cooly. “Wouldn't want to infect the rest of the school.”

Remus picked up the goblet and inclined his head in thanks as he took a swig and tried not to gag. He drained the cup and set it down with a hard 'clink'.

“I believe you're probably right,” he said wearily. “There's nothing I can take to help?”

“Not unless you wish to become a raging monster in a week,” Snape replied. “Suffer now and you'll just be a quieter monster.”

Remus looked at him and felt the heavy tug of illness and exhaustion outweighing any desire to fight.

“Right,” he said, picking up his handkerchief and shielding a few soft coughs. “Bed it is.”

#dustyfic

[westtexaswicca806]

The Witch of West Texas: The Spirit of Samhain.

It was around two in the morning when my friend and I decided that it was time to stop laughing our asses off and crawl underneath the warm blankets for bed. The purple string of lights draped around my altar was the only source of illumination in the room casting a soft glow from the corner. I could hear my friends soft breathing next to me lulling me closer towards slumber when I heard another voice speak in a long, heavy whisper as if it was right next to my ear,

“Ben. . . .”

My eyes immediately shot open. I could feel the blood pumping in both my ears quickly as I was suddenly awake. I would have been a bit more freaked out by my unseen visitor if this had been the first time this had occurred in my life. On a normal day, I’ll still hear my name uttered randomly by a voice with no body. They don’t usually say anything else. It mostly feels as if someone is trying to get your attention by yelling or whispering your name. In my experience, if it feels like you’re being watched, you usually are. It could be a departed loved one, a spirit guide, someone that has clung to you for whatever reason or just someone passing through. My home, no matter where I’ve lived, has always been a train station for specters throughout the years. I don’t mind because you get used to something after so long. It’s when they start overstaying their welcome do I break out some sage! It didn’t take me long to get drowsy again when it dawned on me; today was Samhain.

You don’t have to be part of the Wiccan community in order to understand how important this day is to us and the dead. The veil between our worlds is at its thinnest making it easier for spirits to roam our plane. Death and rebirth surround this sacred night. The God passes into the Underworld to be reborn again on Yule, but until then, we enter the “dark season”. The earth slowly goes dormant for winter. Everything falls off our beloved trees, our garden beds go dry and it seems like the sun goes down a lot earlier and quicker during this time. I personally have felt myself going a little dormant as well. With all the magick that I had spun this year, I too, had the desire to sleep till first signs of spring, but there was still work to be done!

When I was a kid, Halloween was such a fun time that everyone got involved in. It didn’t matter what the weather was like, kids of all ages would take to the streets in costume and have our parents drive slowly by the curb as we walked to door to door. Back in those days we didn’t have to worry about swallowing razor blades or breaking our teeth on a crack rock. Thanks to the main stream media, they’ve scared the locals of small towns everywhere into their homes on Halloween night or into the warm bosom of the local church where we’ve traded going door-to-door to asking for treats from the trunk of each other‘s cars. “Trunk or Treat” they call it. No one decorated around here and the streets remain quiet from the laughter of ghouls and goblins. Even FreeForms “31 Nights of Halloween” was a bit of a dud with Hocus Pocus being replayed over and over daily. It’s as if the spirit of the season had just vanished. What’s a little witch on living on Third St supposed to do?

I always celebrate Samhain a little differently than I did the year before with the exception of pouring a cup of black coffee next to a picture of my mother’s father on my altar. Another sign that the veil is thinning is smelling his scent more constantly in random spots of the house. It’s a combination of Brute cologne and his natural musk, as if I smell the top of his head. A lot of memories are associated with scent and that’s how I know it’s him. His body may have passed away from a heart attack, but his spirit continually checks on his children and how big his family has grown. My grandfather wouldn’t be drinking alone on this chilly morning; I also had a picture of my father’s father as well. He was another proud Texan who strongly believed in a few things: 1. The power of God 2. The love of a strong woman 3. Hard work and 4. Meat and potatoes. I see a lot of him in my own father, from his hard work ethic to the way he stares off into the distance when he’s deep in thought, which tells me that his legacy lives on even today.

I spent my sabbat in solitary and savoring the stillness that inhabited the air. It was calming, like a sigh of relief. I took a moment to reflect on my year reminiscing about how many times I crashed and burned, but ultimately stood back up in my ratty black shoes. It was humbling and I felt nothing but gratitude to be in this moment feeling more empowered than ever. Later that night, after I set my jack-o-lantern out with a pentacle carved into it and my baked pumpkin seeds on fire, I did a three card tarot spread for myself. The cards were kind to me as I was applauded for my growth this year and instructed to take this night to celebrate my accomplishments. The third card, however, reminded me that there was still a lot for me to learn and to prepare for the work ahead. I winded down the evening by lighting a handful of tea light candles and a prayer to my ancestors and those who made it possible for my existence. The life force that was flowing through my body was the result of someone else’s story that was written before me. I thought about all the faces of the ancestors that I never met and I could almost picture them daydreaming by a window on a sunny day about the big family they hope to have someday. Oh, if only they could see us now thriving!

The magick in the air began to dispel little by little as the midnight hour was approaching towards the beginning of November. I couldn’t think of a better time than now to spend with my Book of Shadows admiring how fat it had gotten with the knowledge I have gained and smiling to myself at the spells and rituals I used in the past. A warm feeling came over me that can only happen when I feel truly accomplished with myself. That feeling was quickly replaced with fright when my dog suddenly woke up from his sleep and started growling at the window that my altar was at. I looked at my open curtains and didn’t see anything, but I didn’t like the feeling that I wasn’t just looking at the dark driveway. There is a protective symbol I had traced with my finger last year that keeps unwanted things from entering the windows. I recharged them this year with Florida Water cologne, one of the most powerful tools for spiritual cleansing, blessings and protection. I couldn’t get a read on it, but I didn’t like the uneasy pit in my stomach or my agitated animal that was now barking. My first instinct was to break out the rosemary (another powerful protection tool) but I would be acting out of fear and this douche bag really didn’t know whose house he decided to make a pit stop at. The simplest way to send a spirit packing is simply be direct with it. I held up my hand with my palm facing the window and said,

“Keep moving, spirit. Only friends and family are welcome here. If you are not one or the other then move past this house. Let the candlelight guide you back to your side of the veil. You have no permission to enter this sacred space.”

I had to speak to it a second time before my pet stopped pacing the floor and growling like there was an intruder standing outside. Maybe to him, there was. I felt like he was just passing by but I wasn’t looking for any extra company tonight. I closed my B. O. S. and turned out the lights letting the candles burn out on their own and ending the day the way it began. Tomorrow would be a new month, which meant new magick to discover. That would be a plan for tomorrow, for tonight we simply rest.

Blessed Be,

-TWOWT

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