#but yeah if i ever write something with a gendered MC it WILL be tagged

[bloodynectarine]

The devil is in the details

You try (and fail) to spoil Diavolo on his birthday, as he picks a grocery store of all places to spend a night with you in. Or, the shortest sugar daddy career ever.

tags. gender-neutral mc, crack and fluff, diavolo x mc, mc is whipped, but so is diavolo.

notes. I'M LATE, november went by in a blur, what's up with that. even so, i wanted to finish this one and i'm shameless, so please pretend diavolo's birthday is around the corner while reading.

thanks to @property-of-diavolo for hosting #diamonth2022 sorry for the delay (!!)

As of late, you can't help but feel self-conscious every time you set foot in the Demon Lord's Castle.

You've become suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you're not only stopping by to join sweet, attentive and easygoing Diavolo for a cup of tea but… Well. You're actually hanging out with the ruler of the Devildom.

Naturally, you already knew that. But trying to find the perfect birthday gift for a soon-to-be-kinda-already-king has brought a ―drastic, sometimes suffocating― change of perspective.

What could you offer to someone that seems to have everything and anything he could want? There's no avoiding it: sooner than later, you find yourself noticing details that you've swiftly overlooked before.

The almost translucent centerpiece that sits on the dinner table between you and Dia, the gold-lined curtains that he carelessly shoves away to show you how big the moon looks tonight, the unnaturally-blue mirror that blinks back at you whenever you fix your hair right before entering his office, as giddy as ever to see him.

You're starting to get why Mammon tries to steal something every single time he visits, and that's a dangerous train of thought that you would rather avoid following.

One afternoon, out of curiosity ―you're no cat, but you should've known better―, you ask Barbatos how much is the pen you're currently holding. It's of such a bright red, and it feels cold, heavy in your hand. The deep voice coming from it whispers a trail of suggestions as you write down your grocery shopping list, getting ready for your brief visit to the human world.

Barbatos tilts his head, a bit taken aback by your inquiry but answering anyway, as willing to help as always.

“It has been in the castle for generations and its curse is excessively unique. Originally, it was worth merely thirty millions, but to decipher its current price range, a proper assessment is in need. The only answer I can provide with at the moment is that it's, well, priceless.”

Of course it is. When you laugh, it comes out more like a cry, and one look at Barbatos' politely confused expression has you laughing even louder.

In your rush to put down the pen as fast as possible, your shopping list is long forgotten.

Well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. That exact list is what has brought you here, in the human world, on the eve of Diavolo's birthday, about to enter a three-story 24 hours grocery store accompanied by Devildom's ruler.

“Dia… Lately I've been picking up a few extra hours in Devil's kitchen, maybe I could take you to the movies for your birthday? An amusement park? We can go to a concert. A spa. Or camping.”

The inhabitants of the house of lamentation have seen you running around like crazy this last month, trying to squeeze some extra hours of work whenever you could, all with one objective in mind: spoil Diavolo on his birthday.

You forgot a tiny little detail though: to ensure that said demon is willing to being spoiled.

“I thought you needed groceries? That list was quite long”, he answers, and watching him push a shopping cart through the dairy aisle is surreal enough to have your mind reeling. He is towering over everyone and everything, wearing the human-grocery-shopping outfit you helped him pick ―black graphic tee (yours, oversized on you but fitted on him) and jeans, with a white beanie and a cozy-looking coat on top―.

“Yeah. I can go out to get groceries any other night, though. And I know you wanted to come here for your birthday, but… Is that really okay? Wouldn't you like to go, I don't know, anywhere else more fun?”

“More fun? Than this?”, and it's the genuine confusion in his voice what takes you by surprise, any further questioning getting stuck in your throat when you gaze directly into the molten gold eyes that look at you in earnest, as sincere as ever.

To disarm you further, Diavolo takes your shopping list out of his wallet and deciphers your handwriting without a problem, looking around in amazement, so regal and achingly familiar at the same time.

(Has he kept it in there all this time? It has been almost three weeks since you left it behind, and it was nothing but a crumpled piece of paper, with a couple of tea stains here and there. The careful way in which he holds it has your belly in knots)

And he looks… Excited. Relaxed and happy. And isn't that everything you could ask for and more?

Your concerns seem trivial and distant in the face of his excitement. Of course, trust Diavolo to pick a night spent with you in a grocery store over a fancy tea set, or an expensive wine ―gift options you've considered before, you admit shamefully―.

You can see him talk, gesturing with both hands, but you're too busy spacing out to really listen, feeling lightheaded with relief upon realizing that Diavolo is and will always be Diavolo around you.

By the time you manage to pay attention, Diavolo is holding a carton of milk in each hand, examining them with the wonder of a five-year-old and the solemn expression of someone that's holding something invaluable.

“So many options, and it's just milk! What's the difference? Maybe a different cow for each of them? Mh, I see.”

It's so unfair. He's just standing there, and yet your heart decides it's the perfect time to do some flip-flops.

“Ah, yes, as expected, 'Almond' is a pretty suitable name for a cow. '2%' is a little bit underwhelming as far as cows' names go, but I'm sure their milk is just as lovely as Almond's.”

You nod solemnly, without contradicting such a sound conclusion, making quick work of getting your phone out and ready.

“Could you hold the carton closer to your face? Let me take a picture of you and Almond”.

Hours later, you come out of the store with arms full of bags and your camera roll overflowing with pictures of Diavolo ―some of them you already shared to the group chat, graciously ignoring the multiple missed calls after that one picture of Dia trying to get into the shopping cart―.

The face that the cashier made when Diavolo excitedly explained he came here to celebrate his birthday was unforgettable. Almost as amusing as the one pulled by that old lady that overhear the both of you talking about “bringing Lucifer a few snacks”.

The night air feels icy-cold against your cheeks, and yet, you cannot stop smiling. Feeling your chest impossibly full, getting even more stuffy once you turn around and see an even bigger smile on Diavolo.

He comes closer and carefully places the beanie on your head, probably adjudicating your red ears, cheeks, and nose, to the cold.

“Thank you. I haven't had fun like this in years.” Voice charged with intimacy, without breaking eye contact. Your overall redness only increases once he holds your face in his hands, thumbs sliding across your cheekbones. Surely another effort to keep you warm.

“Truth to be told, today must've been the first time I've enjoyed myself this much.” He adds, with a chuckle. And you know it's true, he can't be lying, not Diavolo, and not with the way he would light up whenever people barely glanced his way; unbothered and oblivious.

With the way he's looking at you, you have to control yourself before spitting some nonsense about buying him the whole grocery store if he wants you to (you have no idea how, but you would).

You have to settle for the next best thing: raw sincerity. “First of many. We can do this again, you know? We don't have to wait for your next birthday. You have me, after all.”

An open door. And by the looks of it, Diavolo recognizes it, if the way his hand travels to take one of the bags out of your grasp, all to intertwine his fingers with yours, is any indicative.

You share a secret smile. You don't know if you can go back to shopping alone after this.

“Human world dinner on me! I'm all ears for the birthday boy, any food you'd like to try? Sushi, maybe? Steak? I know a pretty good lobster place.”

“Oh! I've heard about 24 hours fast food, and I find it fascinating. How fast is it? Do we have to chase it? I would like to try it!”

“… Dia, I'm begging you, let me buy you something that is at least six dollars.”

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[missnedge]

Excuse me, I fucking loved that Bakugoxreader oneshot, and the tinny bit of angst with, but now that I took a sip I want more, much much more, so pretty please 🥺

Can any of you two make another oneshot full of angst and heartbreak, with a happy ending with Hawks or Dabi or Aizawa.

Just me and my extreme need to cry rn.

Dabi/Reader

Hello! I woke up, read you're request and have been working on it all day, its literally almost 1:30am. Truth is I'm not all that familiar with writing or reading for any of the characters you requested, but I did some soul searching and found some good inspiration for Dabi. I'm sorry if it's not as angsty as you had in mind, once I got the idea I really got on a roll and the ideas kept flowing. Also no crying :(

Anyway! Here you go!

Summary: You stumbled upon Dabi by accident, and by one risky choice you intertwined your fates. You both loved eachothers company, but Dabi had always been vauge about his life. One day you learn why, in the worst possible way. Can you forgive him?

Tags: Injuries, wound cleaning, life threatening situations, threats, angst, feelings of betrayal, bantering, reader is sarcastic, reader is gender neutral, fluff, love confessions, kissing

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

~~~

It was a stormy night, and you had gotten off late from work. Thank fuck you had the sense to check the weather this morning before leaving. You would've been absolutely miserable if you had to walk in this downpour without an umbrella. 

You were almost to your apartment, about a block away when you heard it, a groan of pain coming from an alleyway. You froze on the spot as you turned to look down the dark stretch. Alarm bells started going off in your mind, nothing ever good comes from alleyways in the middle of the night. You were just asking to get mugged if you tried to involve yourself, just mind your own business and keep going. 

You turned to take another step but stopped. "Fuck…" A raspy voice hissed in pain. 

You sighed. Logically you should move on, just head back home. But for whatever reason, something in your gut told you to help. "For fucks sake." You muttered before stepping into the alley. The darkness enveloped your vision, you blinked and scanned around. A figure sat hunched against the wall, clutching their abdomen. 

You crouched down, holding the umbrella over the both of you. "Hey, you okay?" You ask. The person lifts their head, bright blue eyes meet your concerned stare. "You should get out of here." His voice was gruff, he winced and clutched his side again. You sighed and glanced around at the filthy crumpled brick walls of the dank alley. "Yeah, I know I should, but for some reason my moral compass kicked in. So let's get you to the hospital." 

He tensed and glanced away. "No. No hospitals. I'm fine, now get the hell out of here." You grit your teeth. No hospitals? If that's not a red flag then you don't know what is. Then again, he could be high on something, or maybe he committed a crime? Or perhaps he was just deathly afraid of hospitals.

You really, really should just go home. But what if he dies here in this alley cause you were too scared to do anything? Could you live with that in your conscience? 

With a huff you reach out your hand to him. "Fine, no hospitals. But at least let me help you in some way." He glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you an idiot?" 

"Yes." You deadpan, emphasizing your extended hand once again. "Now shut the hell up and take my hand before I regret being nice." 

He let out a low chuckle before reaching out and clasping his hand around yours. You ignore how rough and warm it is, hoisting him up with all of your strength. You forgo the umbrella, instead just shoving it in your bag so you'd have a free hand. 

You moved out of the alleyway, with the strange man. You glanced up at him, the street light giving you a proper look at his face. Your heart rate sped up once you saw the nasty scarring on his face. He glances at you, noticing your shocked expression. He gives you a lazy smirk. "Regretting your decision sweetheart?" 

You let out a huff and roll your eyes. "I regretted my decision the second I stepped into the alley way. Your face doesn't change anything, besides, ever heard of `don't judge a book by its cover?'" 

He let out a short chuckle as he watched your face return to its mildly annoyed look from before. 

You silently hoped, none of your neighbors saw you lugging a giant injured man into your apartment. You shut the door behind you and locked it before moving him to the couch. You toss a couple of blankets down before he sits, trying to minimize wet furniture as much as possible.

You set your bag down and slip off your slightly damp coat. You turn back towards him, he looks up at you expectantly. "I'm normally not like this on the first date but I'm gonna need you to strip." You say sarcastically. He actually lets out a full laugh this time. "Not a problem with me sweetheart. Though I'm in a lot of pain, could you do it for me?" A bark of laughter left your mouth and you tossed your coat onto the coffee table. "Sure thing mutt." You smirk at him and slide off his soaking trench coat. He snickers and tilts his head. "Mutt? Not a very loving pet name." You give him a slacked grin. "You smell like a wet dog." 

He starts to laugh but then stops. "Wait, I do?" 

You see the red splotch on his white shirt, you lift the hem up to his chest eyeing the wound. "Any other injuries besides this one?" You glance up at him, he seems uncomfortable. "Just a few scrapes and bruises." You nod and stand up. "Be right back." 

He watched you slip away into another room, he glanced down at his lower stomach. He sighs and pulls the shirt down, covering back up. He bounces his leg, listening to you rummage through a drawer in another room. He should probably just leave out your window, no need to get you caught up into the shit show that was his life. After a moment of debate with himself you came back into the room with a first aid kit. 

"Sorry, I was trying to figure out what supplies I needed, then I just said fuck it and brought the whole box." You set the box on the table and snapped it open. He watched you with a slight smile as you fumbled around with some gauze and a bottle of disinfectant. "You know what you're doing sweetheart?" 

You turn back around and crouch in front of him, lifting his shirt back up. "Medically? Or situationally? Cause if you're asking about the latter, no I don't. But I'm pretty decent with medical stuff."

He hissed slightly as you pressed a damp cloth against his wound. "You a doctor or something? A nurse?" You hum slightly and continue to gently clean his wound. "No, I watched Scrubs." 

He blinked and stared down at you in shock. You glanced up at him before a smirk creeped onto your face. "I'm fucking with you. My dad was a doctor, and I took a couple classes a couple years ago when I thought I wanted to go into the medical field."

He shook his head with a slight smile, you were so different to anyone else he's ever met. People either feared him, or didn't respect him. You? You didn't give a fuck, you were just here to help; and you were hilarious as well.

He glanced around your apartment as you placed a fresh gauze pad. "What made you decide to not not go into medicine?" 

You furrowed your brows as you started to undo some wraps. "Just decided it wasn't for me. The thought of people's lives depending on me makes me nauseous. Besides, there's other ways of helping people. Pops wasn't too happy with my decision though." You began wrapping his wound, rolling it across his scarred abdomen. Despite the discomfort of the injury he couldn't help but perk up at the mention of your father. "He didn't accept your decision?" 

You glanced up at him for a moment before sighing. "No. After my mom died he spiraled, became harsh towards me. The only reason I tried going into medicine was because that's what he wanted. After a while I got sick of it, I didn't want to follow in his footsteps. So I told him I dropped out of medical school. Didn't go well, as you could imagine." 

You finished wrapping his abdomen, before moving over to his arm where you had noticed a large cut. Scraps and bruises, yeah right. He grunted as you started to wipe off the blood. "What happened after that?" He asked.

"He kicked me out. I was 19, freshly dropped out and no job. I crashed on a lot of people's couches, alternating between my friends. Eventually I got my shit together, and I landed a solid job. I got this place, and now I'm doing classes again, this time though its at my own pace. And for the degree I want." 

You send him an apologetic look before pouring a little bit of peroxide on the cut. He groaned and clenched his fists, watching the cut fizz. "Sorry." You mumble, grabbing a clean pad. "It's fine… Sorry bout your dad, I know how it feels. My dad was a bastard too, a horrible person, and an even worse father." 

You nod sympathetically, putting a large bandage over the cut. "Yeah, shit fathers am I right?" You give him a tired smile and scan over his body for any more wounds. He lets out a breathy laugh. "You got a name, doc?" You huff at his teasing tone. "Don't call me doc, and yeah its Y/n. What's yours? Might as well acquaint myself with the man soaking my couch." 

He laughs loudly, eyes brightening as he stares down at you. "The name is Dabi."

+

That was six months ago. You might have thought you'd never see him again, but in fact it was the exact opposite. It was sporadically at first, he'd drop by to check in or because he was bored. Then after a while it became more frequent. Once a week, twice a week, and so on. Now you can't go a couple days without seeing him. 

Dabi grew on you, you weren't gonna lie. He became one of your closest friends, you talked to him about your day. Watched movies, played games, and so on. You two never went out in public, which was fine. You could tell he was self conscious about his burns, at least to some degree, even if he wouldn't admit it. You understood, people are cruel. The last thing he probably wants is to walk around in broad daylight to get gawked at. It wasn't a problem for you, you both still had fun in your apartment. You learned a lot about him, some of it felt vague, but then again from what he's talked about from his childhood you doubt he wants to reminisce about it. 

But truly, worst of all you think you might have fallen for him. It was stupid, he's just lonely like you are and wants a friend, theres no need to want more. So you just ignored it best you could, which– spoiler alert, wasn't good at all. In fact you sucked at it. Your heart felt like it was either going to stop or burst out of your chest whenever he got too close, or flirted, or when you would make eye contact for a little longer than perhaps normal friends do.

He lived quite literally rent free in your mind, whenever you were out you would see things that reminded you of him. Or you'd send him a picture of something cool you found. You'd even buy some of his favorite food when you knew he'd be dropping by that night. 

You were in deep, that was clear. But you had something nice going on, you weren't about to fuck it up with a crush.

You sighed and buttoned up your shirt, looking over yourself in the mirror. Your shift started in 30 minutes, and it took 2 minutes to get to the bus stop and then 15 minutes to get to your job. You were making good time. 

You headed out of your apartments, slinging your bag over your back as you pulled your phone out. 

A notification buzzed in and you saw a text from Dabi. 

Mutt

Hey sweetheart, I might be later than usual tonight, the guys said something about a big project today. Hope you have a good day at work ;)

You smiled softly, and typed back a quick reply. About 5 months ago Dabi said he found a new gig, a group that seemed promising. He was again, pretty vague on what they did. He said it wasn't exactly high paying but it was something that could help him achieve some goals. You were happy for him, you knew he had issues finding work and basically his life purpose. So as long as he was doing well and happy, you were happy. 

Your day dragged on like usual. Working at the bank wasn't the most thrilling, but you luckily had nice coworkers and a decent pay. Not to mention the bank you worked at was a little fancy, so at least your environment and benefits were great as well. You glanced up and checked out the small line of people behind the woman at the counter. You smile back at her after handing her an envelope of money. "Can I help you with anything else today ma'am?" You asked politely. 

"No that's a–"

"EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!" People started screaming and dropping to the ground. Your heart sped up tenfold as you reached under your counter discreetly to press the emergency button. You pressed it with a trembling finger as three people came up to to counter, you couldn't spot any weapon, but then again in this society people are their own weapons. 

A man in a black jumpsuit and mask leaded forward, his movements seemed twitchy. "Hey! This is a robbery, hand over the money yeah?!" You swallowed tightly and glanced at the other person next to him, a green lizard man grinned with what could only be described as malice. "You heard him kid, hand us the money and take us to the vault." He lifted his hand and razor sharp claws gleamed under the overhead light. You felt your hands tremble and you nodded, you walked out from the counter and led them down a hallway. Listening as two other people threatened the people on the ground, one going on about wanting to taste their blood. 

You felt like you were going to pass out. The adrenaline rushed through your veins, making your extremities tingle. You led the two robbers to the bank vault. You gestured weakly at it and tried to step away. The jumpsuit man grabbed your arm tightly. "NOT SO FAST! Haha, we need you to open the vault, yeah?" You felt a bead of sweat roll down your cheek. "H-Huh? I-I can't, I don't know the code–" 

He hunched over and screamed in frustration. "Don't piss me off kid! Just open the vault!" He turned to the side and spoke in a lower tone. "Maybe we should just kill them and blow the door?" He whips his head back, voice normal. "No, no, I can't get ahead of myself." You felt a whimper in your throat. Holy shit you were gonna die.

The lizard guy grabbed your shirt and slammed you against the wall roughly. "Open the fucking vault or I'll claw open your throat and reach down to yank out your heart? Got it?" You winced in pain. These guys were obviously idiots, what don't they get about you not having the damn code. "I'm just a fucking bank teller genius! I don't deal with the shit behind the scenes!" 

He growls and pulls back, slamming you into the wall again, raising his claws to your throat. "You little–"

"Spinner! Twice! I thought I told you morons to wait for me before you went in?" A dreadful feeling washes over you hearing that familiar deep voice. Oh god. 

"Eh? Dabi, you were taking too long and we got anxious!" The man in the suit spun around to look down the hallway. There he was, the very same guy you fell for, fcking robbing your bank with these losers. 

He tisks at the guy before looking over to you and the lizard guy whose claws were against your neck. Dabi's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. "Shit- Y/n? Spinner, fucking put them down." Spinner glances between you and Dabi, clearly confused. "Uh, you know them or something?" 

Dabi steps over and shoves Spinner away. "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you right?" He grabbed your chin and angled your face to take a look at your neck. You scowl and slap his hand away. "Your lackeys shoved me against the wall and threatened to kill me." 

He sighed and reached for you again. "I'm sorry sweetheart I'll explain everything later." You step out of his reach, sending him a glare. "Don't bother." You turn and run down the side hallway, turning around the corner to leave out the emergency exit. 

Dabi watched you go, a dull pain in his heart. He was afraid of you finding out. He never wanted you too, but some part of him knew it was inevitable. It was stupid of him think he could keep things separate, he treated you like you were his own personal getaway. Once he stepped into your apartment, suddenly his troubles vanished. You were the one good thing in his life, and he didn't deserve you. He still had to try and fix this, if not for his sake then yours. You didn't deserve this.

+

The cops eventually showed up, and of course the villains were long gone. Thankfully there were minimal injuries at the end of the day. 

You rode the bus back to your stop. You were exhausted and sore, that fucking lizard messed you up pretty badly. All you wanted to do was get home, take a hot bath and decompress. 

Once you got back to your apartment you locked the door and the window that Dabi usually came in through before taking a warm bath to ease your back pain. 

Naturally, an email got sent out from your boss saying the bank would be closed for a few days for damage repair, looks like it was a long weekend for you. You leaned back in your tub, thinking back on today's events. You honestly should be traumatized from nearly being killed, and maybe you were, but all you could think about was the gut wrenching betrayal you felt from Dabi. 

He lied to you about who he was, about everything. How much of it had been fake? Was all this just a ploy to get information out of you? He always asked about your day at work, and seemed genuinely interested in it. You originally thought it was just because he cared, but had it just been a way to learn about how the bank operated? 

You felt tears slip down your face, dripping into the steaming water. You're so stupid, you fell for a guy that was using you the whole time. You sigh angrily and wipe your face before draining the tub and stepping out. 

After getting into some comfortable clothes you head out to your kitchen. You could have sworn you still had some herbal tea shit. You just need to de-stress before you have an aneurysm or a mental breakdown; possibly both. You stood over your steaming mug, staring out into nothing when a snap of a lock made you jolt. 

Dabi pushed your window up and slid into your living room. You clench your mug tighter as he looks over to you. "Y/n… Can I explain?"

Your heart pounds in your chest. "I told you not to bother." He sighs, and walks towards the kitchen. "Please, just hear me out." 

You raise your mug to your lips, taking a small drink. Dabi stands across from you, the island counter in-between you. "Was it all a lie?" 

He frowns in confusion. "What?" You take a shaky breath and look to the side. "This whole time. Was it only to get information from me?" He starts moving around the counter. "Why would I need information from you?"

You scoff and slam your mug down. "Because I work at a fucking bank, Dabi. Is that even your real fucking name?" He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Jesus– Yes it's my name, and no I didn't use you for information." 

You step back as he rounds the corner of the counter, a flash of hurt appears on his face. "Y/n…" 

"How can I trust you Dabi?" Your voice cracks. "Because I'm still me! That hasn't changed and it won't!" 

You shake your head, feeling throbs from an oncoming headache. "You should just leave." 

"What? Y/n no, come on. Yes I work in a bad group–" You cut him off. "You work for the fucking League of Villains Dabi." He falls silent and looks down at the floor. "That's just not some random group, they've done some terrible things, like really bad shit. And you think I'm just gonna be okay with that? That– That I'm gonna be fine with someone who's a part of that in my home? Well, I'm not! And I'm not okay with you putting yourself in danger to be some stupid criminal!" Your voice cracked and you took a deep breath. "I-I can't handle that Dabi. I'm done, I'm done with the lies and–" 

"I never lied to you." 

You pause and narrow your eyes. "How do I know that? You basically did by not telling me what was going on." 

He chuckles. "That's just implying and avoiding, I never outright lied about anything." You scowl, how can he find this so lighthearted? 

"Doesn't fucking matter! I can't be sure! All your stories could just be made up, I don't know the real you!" He scoffs and crosses his arms. "That's stupid, all the stories I said are true. All of them." 

You stayed silent and turned your back to him. You crossed your arms, trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. 

"Y/n…" He spoke softly. You tensed and remained quiet. Maybe he'd get the hint and leave. "Y/n come on, look I…" He trailed off, you remained stoic. 

"I screwed up alright? But I never once lied to you." Dabi sighs and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands. "...I've done a lot of shit in my life, stuff I'm not proud of. But this? You? I don't know, I've never… I've never felt this way before. All my life I've lived in spite, everything I've done has just been to get back at my father, but when I met you… life suddenly didn't seem so narrow anymore." 

Your shoulder slack at his words. He scratches his neck and stares at the floor. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the league. I never said anything because I didn't want you to get involved, and I didn't want you to think less of me. I'm already a piece of shit, I didn't need you to know how deep it really was. You were my escape, you make me feel normal. Like I actually have a shot at being a decent human sometimes." 

You turned around to look at him, your eyes becoming soft. Dabi stepped closer to you, grabbing your hands gently. You let out a shuttered breath. "Just promise me one thing. Please, please be careful." Dabi raised your hand, placing a soft kiss on the back. You couldn't help but blush. "I promise sweetheart." 

"And you promise the things you told me about your childhood, and your hobbies… Those were real? I know the real you?" Dabi chuckled and ran his thumb over your cheek. "Of course. In fact you're the only one who knows the real me. You're different Y/n, in the best way. When it comes to loving you it's always been different." His voice grew softer yet raspier towards the end of his sentence. Your cheeks burned with the realization of his words. 

"You love me?" Your words were breathy with shock. Dabi grew stiff, realizing his words. His eyes darted away, and for the first time since knowing him, you watched his cheeks grow red. "W-Well, uh no– yes, but… See, heh–" 

"I love you too." You cut him off with a tender voice. He visibly relaxed, and met your eyes. You giggled softly, damn were his eyes always this blue? No, they seemed brighter than normal. "You do?" He tilted his head. You smirk at him, raising a brow as you squeezed his hands reassuringly. "Of course I do mutt." 

He laughed loudly. "Oh thank fuck." You started to giggle but Dabi cut you off with a firm kiss. You held back a gasp, grabbing onto his jacket to steady yourself. Dabi tilted his head into the kiss, it felt like fire against your lips. It burned in the best way possible, and despite your near death experience, this had to be one of the best days of your life.

Maybe he was your own personal getaway too.

I had a lot of fun with this honestly, Dabi has grown on me a little bit more. Also sorry if it seems ooc, as you might be able to tell I'm not the most acquainted with his character, but I still hope you like it!

#reader insert #one shot #fanfiction #dabi #mha dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #requests #angst #gender neautral reader #my hero academia #bnha

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

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Hello hello! Hopefully this blog is a little easier to find your way around than being isekaied to an entirely new world. Let’s get the basics out of the way, yeah?

About Me

Hey!! I’m Vizzie, she/they, I’m 21 years old and Canadian. I’ve been writing for fun for the past few years, it really helped me through the pandemic and I got to meet so many awesome people through it! I’m prone to giving characters more angst than they should ever have to deal with, but I promise it hurts me as much as it hurts you lmao. I love travel and music, so even if you want to hmu to chat about something unrelated to twst, feel free! I love love love meeting new people and chatting with them but I also. Suck at responding sometimes. 

I have a blog for Obey Me fandom, and you can find it here:

@symphonicmetal101

  Feel free to DM me if you’d like to connect on Discord!

RULES

1. This is a drama, hate free space. Do not bring politics, bigotry, or rude behaviour to my blog and expect to get away with it. Don’t be an instigator, you won’t get the attention from me that your mother never gave you.

2. I take requests, but please for the love of god. Do not send me requests where something about Yuu’s/MC’s appearance is altered. Most of my work will not include them anyways, but if you would like something with them, they remain Gender Neutral. Always. And as neutral as possible as well, where their appearance is referred to traits that can be experienced rather than inherited. (Ex. Fatigued, hyperactive VS hair length, height, etc.)

3. This is a mostly SFW blog? I’m going to say 14A- simply because some of my work depicts gore and violence (I warned you about angst) but there will be trigger warnings, the writing will be under the cut, or linked to another site. If I miss a tag, just send an ask or dm to let me know, I’ll fix it. 

4. This blog is meant to be fun. Meant to start conversations. I promise I want to talk to you. Even if we’ve never interacted before, feel free to tag me in stuff. Feel free to RP. Send a random gif. I don’t mind. Have fun. Love y’all  😘

MASTERLIST

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TWSTTOBER - MONSTER AU

Tags ⬇ #december drabbles - mostly fluffy scenarios I wrote in response to prompts over the month of December :D

#twisted wonderland #twst meme #twst yuu #twst rambles #twst talks #v talks #twst fanart #december drabbles

[seokmingiggles]

pink lemonade skies.

Prompt 8: "Do you ever think about being more than friends?" / "I mean, yeah, I think everybody thinks about it. I think we'd be good together like that. Do you ever think about being more than friends?" / "All the time."

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers (or an attempt at that since I can never seem to use that tag correctly.. it’s mostly platonic w a tiny bit of hand holding :3 ), college!au.

1.85k words

Warnings: brief mention of drinking and partying, Wonu + mc are very sleep deprived (they did this to themselves okay).

Losing track of time can be an easy feat, especially when you're in the presence of your closest friend's company and the contagious smile he bears when winning at video games.

Alternatively, the time you and Wonwoo spend together sometimes extends into the early hours of the next day—this is only one of the instances where it has happened before. Although, tonight, perhaps a different outcome arises than what you're used to, one in which your relationship takes a turn into something else.

A/N: Hi @w8nuzone​ !! I was chosen to write for you for the @ficscafe​ exchange ^^ I apologize for not knowing too much about you so I don’t think I made it incredibly personal, but I promise I followed your guidelines to keep it fluffy (as much as that pained my angst-loving self LOL). I hope it’s okay! Please take care <3

•• It was a tradition that you and Wonwoo had after each of your exam periods.

While some of your peers would host parties in their fraternity or sorority houses, alternatively going out to nightclubs and taking joy in alcohol consumption and dancing with others—it was all the same difference to you and Wonwoo, who would, instead, find solace in staying up late and playing video games.

Sometimes pleasure could be found in the simplest of things, and tonight that happened to be some of your favourite take-out dishes paired with a bunch of blankets strewn over you and spilling onto the floor alongside the few pillows kicked onto the ground. Of course, time flies when you're having fun—an old, albeit true saying that pertained to your and Wonwoo's evening spent comfortably in his dorm room. His roommate, Soonyoung (someone who did enjoy those drunken and dancing outings, not that you and your friend were to judge him for that), was out for the entire night; otherwise, you were sure that you and Wonwoo would have kept track of the time and not stayed up until the beginnings of the morning seeped through the flimsy vinyl shutters.

Of course, you can't be good at everything, and neither you nor Wonwoo was the best at time management when the two of you spent time together.

"Is that– is that really the time?" Your vision was somewhat blurry as you squinted across the room and to the side at the microwave clock.

Perhaps finding company in each other came a bit too naturally.

The boy paused the game, television acting as a makeshift lamp to illuminate the room. "Yeah," he mumbled and pushed his glasses up to rub his eyes, suddenly tired when looking at something else other than the TV screen with its luring graphics that convinced him to play just one more round. Naturally, that one more round turned into another, and another, and then even more than you could possibly count after that.

You leant back into the couch, arms stretching upwards and finally becoming aware of the world outside as the birds began to chirp with the sight of the rising sun.

"Do you think anywhere is open to eat at almost five in the morning?"

Wonwoo yawned, "Probably. I think there's a 24-hour diner a few blocks away."

You didn't need further convincing for standing up and stepping in front of your friend, leaning down to take his hands in yours in an attempt to pull him from the cozy couch. "We should go," your words were somewhat strained in your effort to hoist Wonwoo up.

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

Wonwoo only blinked, brow bone creasing, "Don't you want to sleep?"

You shook your head, "It's Saturday, we can nap later. But now," you punctuated your now once more and looked him in the eyes once he finally stood up with a groan, "I'm hungry."

Wonwoo couldn't argue with that.

And so, the two of you lightly freshened yourselves up before slipping out of the dorm building and coming into contact with the pink lemonade sky—clad in its rosy saturations and gently turning into a familiar blue high above the horizon.

It was windy. Wonwoo stuffed his hands deeper into his coat pocket, and you instinctively stepped closer into his side, jacketed arms brushing against each other while your eyes continued to gaze ahead at the sidewalk dusted with the occasional leaf scraping along in the bitter breeze.

Upon reaching the diner's front doors, the two of you rushed inside; the boy's glasses fogged up with the sudden rush of warm air.

It took no time for you to be seated at a table; it wasn't necessarily a surprise that the restaurant would be practically empty at this godforsaken hour. The early-bird special—something that you had previously only associated with bustling business-people clad in stiff suits and their equally stiff leather briefcases full of nothing less than important documents—caught your eye at the top of the menu encased in its easy-to-wipe laminated cover.

It felt strange to break the silence that shrouded you after the server took your orders—not that you and Wonwoo were strangers to silence, especially when it pertained to each other's company. You kept your eye on the boy as he turned his attention beyond the window beside him; maybe he was looking at the tall streetlights, one by one flickering off as the sun crept down the long street. He could be eyeing the different colours in the array of leaves waltzing in circles with the autumn wind, the way the clouds slowly shifted across the sky; he could be seeing the faces of the few people who'd walk down the street that he'd likely never see again. It could even be none of the above—Wonwoo could not have been paying attention to anything in particular, zoning out from staying up for nearly twenty-four hours at this point. Regardless, all you knew was the way his nose sloped down and met with his glasses, how his blinking became slower—maybe he was zoning out, after all—yet it only caused you to see his dark eyelashes. His hair was slightly in disarray (either from the wind or from pulling an all-nighter, you weren't able to distinguish the difference), but it only made you want to run your fingers through it, smoothing it down, feeling him lean into your touch despite the silence still thick in the air.

That very silence was broken when he thanked the server that brought two coffees to your table.

You shifted back against the booth seat, unaware how much you'd leant forward—chin pressed heavily into your palm and elbow propped on the table—when you'd been admiring your friend.

By now, all but one of the streetlamps in your view had shut off. This particular one was cloaked by a tall apartment building; the bulb buzzed with energy and continued to shine as if attempting to protest against the sun creeping closer and closer to extinguish its glow.

Maybe this was the beacon trying to convince you to speak your mind—albeit, your incredibly exhausted, sleep-deprived, and ready to pass out mind.

"Do you ever think about being more than friends?"

Amplified by that same silence, your question was expelled out of you and ready to be interpreted by the boy sat across the table.

He kept quiet for longer than you would've liked. Eyes downcast and hands cupping his mug of coffee, "I mean, yeah, I think everybody thinks about it;" it was as if Wonwoo was trying to rationalize his thoughts. "I think we'd be good together like that," his thumb rubbed over the porcelain handle. "Do you ever think about being more than friends?"

All too quickly, the focus was put back onto you; you weren't sure if you had heard Wonwoo correctly. Taken aback, caught by surprise—both expressions could describe how you felt in that sudden moment. You swallowed, finding yourself speaking—“All the time”—despite your uncertainty.

There was more silence as the two of you processed each other's statements. Wonwoo's short chuckle aroused a pang of panic in your heart before you spotted his sheepish grin.

"I'll admit," his voice was soft, suddenly shy despite the countless hours you'd spent alongside him over the years, "this isn't what I thought our first date would be like."

The flurry of butterflies in your stomach only fluttered their wings faster. "What had you thought it would be like?"

Wonwoo's eyes briefly flickered to meet yours before moving around and focussing on other random points in the room as he pondered. "For starters, I never would've thought it would be at this early in the morning," another grin graced his lips, lightening the atmosphere that could easily turn tense. "It would've been lunch at the very earliest, but I know how much we both like sleeping in late on our days off. Nothing too fancy—nothing too casual either; something enough for you to dress up a little bit if you wanted to, but it wouldn't matter either way because I'd still think you're pretty. We could see a movie, have some snacks during it until we're inevitably no longer hungry enough to have a proper meal, so we'd instead just walk around and look into the different shops neither of us had seen before. Maybe find a record or used book store, maybe end up at a cafe for some hot drinks less because we're thirsty but more because our hands are getting cold from being outside in the autumn weather."

Wonwoo finally stopped pouring his heart out in front of you, allowing himself to be vulnerable when finding your gaze on him.

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Is that all you got from that?"

"No, no!" you mentally cursed at yourself. "No, not at all. You're right; we could see an afternoon show and browse through the CDs and records even though we know both of our roommates have different music tastes than we do," you found yourself smiling without meaning to. "A cafe sounds nice, but maybe you could try holding my hand before buying that drink to do the job instead."

Wonwoo matched your smile, "See, this is why it's better to plan dates together."

For a conversation that could've gone south quickly, you never once found yourself uncomfortable at the gentle shift from what your past had been to what your future may become with Wonwoo. Maybe you had the dawn hour to thank for that—it nearly felt as if there were only the two of you to exist at this moment.

Though, as time ticked onward, you found yourself (predictably) back at the boy's dorm (still with no Soonyoung in sight), lying in his bed beside his equally exhausted figure and suddenly regretting staying up all night. You weren't terribly close to one another—boundaries are still respected, and it wasn't like either of you were in a rush to progress things further—but near enough for your hands to be touching.

Wonwoo's fingers crept closer until he enveloped your hand with his.

"You are warm."

"I told you so."

Lying on your side, you allowed yourself to open your eyes, but only to be met with Wonwoo's face near yours, features decorated in a soft smile as if he'd already been watching you.

"Are you suddenly not tired?" you groaned, feeling like you were sinking deeper into the mattress as you let your body relax.

"No, I definitely am."

"Then sleep," you nuzzled against the plush pillow. "You'll have plenty of time to look at me later."

The boy only hummed in agreement, mumbling something about taking you up on that offer, although you couldn't fully decipher his words to be certain.

Maybe you and Wonwoo were about to create a new tradition. Not the unconventional sleeping times (which was arguably already a tradition of its own), but rather the way you laced his fingers through your own before closing your heavy eyelids.

"Goodnight," you mumbled.

"Night," Wonwoo slurred back.

At half-past six in the morning, you finally fell asleep.

••

#caratwritersclub #ficscafe #kpopscape #kdiarynet #kwritersworldnet #newskynet #svtsource #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo fluff #jeon wonwoo imagines #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen wonwoo

[tsukikoayanosuke]

“Yeah, so? What am I supposed to do with that?” - Twisted Wonderland MC/Yuusona

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a.k.a. making a self-insert yuusona while having a flashback from my elementary and middle school days

Her name is Yūkiko Sekaihashi and my goal is to make the most pathetic/unlikable TWST MC ever /j (because it would be *funneh*)

Name: Yukiko Sekaihashi [世界橋 遊貴子 , Sekaihashi Yūkiko]

Name meaning:

遊 (yū): "recreation," "fun," "game" (yes, this is a Yu-Gi-Oh reference)

貴 (ki): "valuable"

子 (ko) meaning "child"

世界 (sekai): "the world"

橋 (hashi): "bridge"

Age: 16 (first year)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: not really sure, possibly aromantic

Date of Birth: 29 September

Hobbies/Interests/Likes: reading and writing stories, watching YouTube, playing video games, sleeping, chocolate and cheese toast, fresh warm milk

Dislikes: anything foods that contains onions, spicy foods, swimming and vast water in general, study groups, changes in her schedule, harem and reverse harem anime

Personality:

At first glance, Yukiko is a cool-antisocial type of girl. She rarely talks to her classmate, never shows any emotions, and prefers to work alone, even during a group project. The small moments of her expressing herself are through a deadpan stare. She describes herself as the Tag-Along Kid. She is an observer who does not get involved nor expend much energy. She often sits back and watches others busy doing things. The way she observes causes her to never give of herself and, therefore, never receive either.

Behind that cold demeanor, Yukiko actually believes that she's pathetic because she never accomplishes anything great, is afraid to make mistakes and accept rejections, and doesn’t have a tragic backstory. She never does anything great in her life, because she's afraid to fail and disappointed those who actually care about her.

Yukiko goes through life doing as little as possible, quietly and expending little energy. You can count this as her being lazy as fuck, but sometimes doing things makes her exhausted in every way. She never has any goals in her life. She's a slow thinker, which made her feel left out. In school, she is the last student to understand the problem after a million tries, also being a slow writer and prefers to write in a long formula that she understands.

Her social life is no different. She has trouble making friends because she barely catches up with the conversation. She's lost in her own world, which made her look like an airhead and the resident cloudcuckoolander. She would often talk to herself in her head and sometimes slips into mumbling to herself. Sure, she will try to inspire others to do something but are not likely to personally get involved herself.

One thing good about Yukiko is that she is a patient girl and good at hiding her emotions. She's a calm girl who is not plagued with emotional outbursts, exaggerated feelings, anger, bitterness, or forgiveness. She believes that every people has a good side in them, including the worst people on the planet (way better than herself). Unfortunately, this made her trust people too fast and pretty gullible. But, it's hard for her to get attached to people, and often quickly forgets about them.

History:

Yukiko’s life before Twisted Wonderland is nothing special. She has loving parents and a little brother. She grows up normally, despite having trouble making friends, believing that she doesn’t need friends. 

She arrives in Twisted Wonderland in the most cliche way: by getting hit by a truck. She’s very disturbed that she’s the only girl here, rooted in her disdain of harem anime, but never expresses it. Now, her biggest plan is just to be a good girl, and don’t look for trouble, and maybe they'll leave her alone. She fully/stupidly trusts the headmaster will bring her back home. Even then, that often slips her mind because she spends too much time in this strange world.

By avoiding trouble, she really means avoiding the plot as much as she can. In Prologue, she can’t really do anything but get ropes in Ace, Deuce, and Grim’s adventure in the Dwarf’s mine. In Heartslabyul Arc, while she still helps in the tart making, she doesn’t really want to join the Heartslabyul Tea Party because she’s an outsider. In Savanaclaw, she’s pretty indifferent about the various star player incidents. In Octavinelle, she’s willing to leave Ace, Deuce, and Grim in Azul’s mercy because it’s their fault. In Scarabia, she doesn’t want to join the training camp. And in Pomefiore, while she’s willing to lend a place for the training, she isn’t really thrilled to be the manager. The only reason she’s even participating in the main plot is that Grim drags her in. 

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland mc #twst mc #yuusona #yukiko sekaihashi

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: They Never Stood a Chance

12 Days of Batmas || Day 6—Baking Cookies

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: the franken-bat rises || ugly sweaters

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 6 | jay day 6 | tim day 6 ||

“Richard my love, why are you this way?”

He shrugs at that, laughing a bit. “Poor impulse control, probably. A better question is why do you love me for it?”

Look. It was his cheat day, okay?

↠ Requested By: Not a soul lol ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs: There’s some implied intimacy in the ficlet. Nothing too racy, but you definitely can tell where things are heading lol… ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 1.6k~

Headcanon || WC: ~1k

🌟 Ya know, I low-key/high-key feel like I write Dick as a walking amalgamation of every cutesy Hallmark MC that has ever existed, but like…

I think it’s valid?

He’s just so damn wholesome imo, and yes I know that he’s certainly not without his faults, but… My guys—he’s always trying to better both himself as well as the world at large and I absolutely adore him for it.

Seriously, how can you not love this literal ray of sunshine, like at least a little?? He’s so damn cute and sweet and thoughtful and funny and beautiful both inside and out—he’s the whole damn package!

But this is all super tangential to this HC so let’s move on.

🌟 Anyways!

🌟 I know some people see Dick as the kind of dude that’d be hopeless in the kitchen, but this is a whole ass man y’all, one with very specific dietary demands. He’s not always the most practical guy, but he does know the importance of keeping himself fed.

And if you just gotta eat, why not make it tasty?

He’s not out here getting his Gordon Ramsay on, but he can put together some p. nice meals. Yeah, they’re usually on the basic side, but they’re always yummy and well-balanced.

He’d be lying if he said that dessert wasn’t his favorite part of any meal, and as such he almost always has it in some form or another, even if it’s just a bit of fruit.

🌟 He lives for his cheat days, so it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise that he’s a better baker than he is a cook.

Again, he’s not making 5-star dishes, but what he does make he makes well, and with cookies being relatively easy anyway they’re definitely at the top of his list.

He doesn’t even think twice about whipping up a batch or two—or three or four…

Look. He likes having options, okay? And cookies freeze really well soooo…

🌟 Baking cookies—especially Christmas/the winter holiday of your choosing cookies—with him really is like something out of a movie.

But like minus the mess. Sure tossing random ingredients around looks all cute/silly/fun on screen, but trying to get flour out of your hair and-or the grout work of your floor is a bitch, never mind hazardous given how slick it is underfoot.

Plus he doesn’t like being needlessly wasteful, especially around the holidays when there’re so many families going without. He gives both his time and his money when and where he can, but he’s still a good steward even when he’s behind closed doors.

That said he isn’t above swiping your lips with a bit of icing just so he can have an excuse to smooch it off of you. God, this man, I cannot…

((just in case you somehow forgot that it’s always soft simpin’ for Richard John Grayson hours in this house lmao))

🌟 It’s gonna take you forever and a day just to get through one batch because he’s gonna be all over you, as usual.

Lots of back hugs and kisses and cuddles and general flirty glombing that one would expect from him.

Hey, it’s not his fault you’re so damn cute! You’re in your comfiest clothes and rumpled in that way that says you’re content and not planning on going anywhere, and he loves that you let him see you like this—all unguarded and snuggly looking—and it’s making his heart do that thing where it beats extra hard and fuck but he loves you and how could he ever hope to keep that to himself?

More importantly why would he want to? You—the object of his affection/desire/every good dream he’s ever had—is right here in front of him, and by his estimation you most certainly deserve to know exactly what it is you do to him…

For the most part he’s pretty direct about expressing his affections, but he’ll try to be sly on occasion. Like, he’ll swear that he’s just trying to help you stir something and then basically recreate that pottery scene from Ghost lmfao.

You know the scene I’m talking about but if you somehow don’t, here. But be warned, this particular clip doesn’t have any background music and is awkward as all hell because of it, but dammit if I had to hear it I’m gonna make it your problem too lol…

🌟 His favorite cookies to decorate are plain sugar cookies, more specifically the snowflake shaped ones.

He finds them to be elegant and classic. There’s just something so delicate and charming about the royal icing pipework and the large grained sugar sprinkle. They are very much what he thinks of first when he thinks of Christmas/winter-themed cookies.

Aside from that he really likes novelty shapes, esp. those related to the Bats. Catch him out here making custom batches for each of his siblings with their own cutters lol. They always pretend to be annoyed, but cannot hide their smiles when they’re eating miniature versions of themselves…

…or the vicious grins that pull at their lips when they make direct eye contact with each other as they bite the head/various limbs off of one sibling on another lmao. It, uhh, it makes for interesting dining if nothing else—a mildly macabre show to go with your meal lol.

🌟 As far as eating goes… Look, I personally canon this man as having the palate of a toddler lol. If it’s sweet then he’s down. But if we’re talking holiday themed cookies…

He’d probably pick chocolate peppermint cookies—bonus points if you actually top them with crushed peppermints! Anything to get that little bit of extra sugar in lol, plus he likes the added crunch.

🌟 Overall, baking with Dick is just a really adorable experience. I swear the two of you are like a living breathing ‘Couple’s Goals’ post, and honestly? I’m here for it.

They Never Stood a Chance || WC: 600~

“I know it’s your cheat day and all, but is it really worth giving yourself another stomachache?”

Your teasing chide sees Dick’s shoulders bunching up while his head sinks down to meet them. As he chances a sheepish glance back at you, you’re left to wonder how he manages to make his frame look so small and damn near childlike. Given the impressive build of him it should be all but impossible, but when he’s giving you those ‘please stop perceiving me and my mistakes’ eyes with a half-eaten cookie hanging from his lips it kinda makes sense.

Bracing yourself against his waist, you look past him at the platter that had been overflowing with cookies just a couple of hours ago. Dick had offered to take care of the mess in the kitchen while you tidied up elsewhere, and though you had known that he was just waiting to get alone with your newly decorated treats you really hadn’t wanted to bust any suds. And so against your better judgement you had left him to it hoping that the memory of last week’s candy cane fiasco would keep him from doing anything too questionable.

Looking at the few scant cookies that are left now, however, you realize how foolishly optimistic you’d been.

“Richard my love, why are you this way?”

He shrugs at that, laughing a bit. “Poor impulse control, probably. A better question is why do you love me for it?”

Well, he’s certainly got you there.

Some of his habits may not be the healthiest—though he has been steadily winnowing out the worst, most self-destructive of them—and his ‘act now, think about it later, maybe’ attitude has gotten him into just as much trouble as it’s gotten him out of, but… Well that’s just all a part of what makes Richard John Grayson, Richard John Grayson, and you really do love him for it.

Honestly you’d much rather have him like this, occasionally questionable dietary choices and all, than to just have parts of him. There are so many out there that think they know him well, but in truth their acquaintanceship is as hollow as the smiles he graces them with.

Gotham is in love with a façade and rightly so. His public facing persona is nothing less than perfection, a unbearably charming mask that has been carefully cultivated and studiously maintained over the years, but when the clock strikes twelve and pretenses are cast aside there are only a select few that get to see the man that lies behind it all. You have no idea what you’ve done to be counted among their number, but you thank every good thing this universe has ever produced that you are.

This is why you know better than to pile on him because at the end of the day no one is harder on Dick than he is on himself, and in this particular instance he’ll definitely be feeling the results of his actions in short order, you’re sure. Instead you grab a bottle Perrier from the fridge before pulling him into the living room with you.

The position you take up is a familiar one, with you sitting and Dick’s head resting in your lap while the rest of him is splayed out along the length of the sofa. The water is placed on the table’s edge for ease of reach, though for now both of your hands occupy themselves with one another. You trace the fine bones of his fingers from where they rest atop his stomach, circling their joints as you go. Meanwhile Dick’s free hand finds your own, and after placing a kiss on your palm, rests it against his eyes in an attempt to block out the light. It isn’t the most comfortable position, it definitely won’t be sustainable for any considerable length of time, but for now you’re content to enjoy the silence with your love.

Up Next:

🌟 Day 7: A Compromise with Indigo Eyes || Decorating Your Home

“Richard John, we are not leaving our Christmas decorations up year ‘round.”

“But it’d save us so much time! Plus think of the potential for halloween—instant Nightmare Before Christmas vibes.”

“…you’re making points, but also no.”

But think of the possibilities tho!

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2020 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys)) #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x gn!reader #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson headcanon #dick grayson hc #i am 100% convinced that perrier water is magic-- #because every time i get a stomachache (which is far too often tbh :/) it makes the pain more bearable-- #sometimes even rids me of it all together #it also helps with nausea and if you’re pre- or fully diabetic it gives you something other than plain ol’ unflavored water to drink #basically my sickly ass is able to somewhat thrive due to this shit--that’s it that’s what i’m trying to say lol #sadly this isn’t a sponsored post tho if perrier wanted to hook a sista up i wouldn’t at all be opposed lmao… #but anyways! #dick is an actual disney prince don't bother with trying to change my mind

[flowerpowell]

Unexpected - Epilogue

Drake x MC // Liam x OC

A/N: Sorry it took me sooo long to upload it! I started writing it three/four months ago and only finished today *whoops*. The characters belong to Pixelberry (minus Danielle). I hope you’ll like it and THANK YOU SO MUCH for following this story! Thank you for all the nice comments, reblogs, likes, theories and thank you for loving my baby Dani. It means so much to me! 

Rating: PG

Word count: 1053

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“Ugh, who needs that many parties?”

Drake shot his wife an apologetic look as she sat down on one of the chairs.

“You know I hate parties like that too but we’re Eleanor’s godparents and we really need to be here for her,” Drake said as Riley rolled her eyes. She loved Eleanor like her own child but these past two years, Eleanor had more parties than Riley ever did. And Riley was almost twenty eight.

“You know what, on one hand I find it adorable how Dani and Liam are in love with their daughter but on the other hand, who on Earth throws a party because their child said their first word? Or got their first tooth? Or because of their name day? Or for their first hundred days?” Riley shook her head, “I’m slowly becoming as grumpy and anti-social as you, Drake.”

“Hey!” Drake turned to her and narrowed his eyes. “You’re saying that now but I’m pretty sure you’ll be the same once our son is born.”

Riley sighed in hopes to look annoyed but she couldn’t hide a small smile that formed on her face. She rubbed her belly a few times before she felt familiar kicks.

Drake and Riley didn’t want to follow the tradition to find out the gender on the day of the labor and a few months ago, they found out they were going to have a son. It was a very emotional day for both of them, but especially for Drake when Riley told him she wanted to name their son Jackson.

It was their little secret for about four months before Riley started showing and Dani realized her sister was sipping on a non-alcoholic drink instead of champagne on Dani and Liam’s wedding anniversary party.

Yes, Dani and Liam loved throwing parties. Ever since Dani married Liam, he kept finding reasons to celebrate his wife, and then once their daughter was born, to celebrate Eleanor as well. The palace has never been a happier place.

Dani was a great Queen and even a better mother. The beginnings weren’t easy though. A few days after the photos of very pregnant Queen hit the international news, Dani and Riley’s father did an interview about the girls’ childhood, throwing a lot of shade on them and telling everyone some of their secrets. He kept referring to himself as the Royal Grandfather until Liam issued a statement saying that Mr. Brooks was not to be trusted and threatened Mr. Brooks with legal actions if he kept telling the press stories about Dani and Riley. That shut him up completely.

When Dani was living her dream life as a mother and wife, Riley was living her dream too. The restaurant was completely renovated as Barthelemy decided to pay for it to compensate what his crazy wife had done. Him, Madeleine and Godfrey were in jail, each for a different reason but none of them innocent.

“If I ever decide to throw a party celebrating our son’s first tooth, please lock me up with Madeleine in jail.”

Drake chuckled at her words but before he could assure her that nothing would make him get rid of her, Riley’s face lit up as she spotted her sister.

“Dani! You look stunning!” she exclaimed and Drake turned to see his sister-in-law.

“Thank you,” Dani blushed. “So do you.”

“Yeah yeah, I know I look like a whale,” Riley rolled her eyes and Dani shook her head.

“If that’s what whales look like then I must admit they are the prettiest animals ever. Especially in that dress.”

“Agreed.” Drake raised his drink to Dani and Riley frowned when she noticed something.

“Is that juice, Dani? Why aren’t you drinking champagne like every—” Riley’s eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, are you… again?!”

“Shhh,” Dani shushed her sister. “Yes. But no one knows about it yet.”

“Does Liam know?” Riley asked and Dani bit her lower lip as she glanced at her husband. From the look that Liam gave Dani and a big smile on his face, Riley already knew the answer.

“We found out two weeks ago,” Dani admitted sheepishly. “You’re going to be an auntie again for little Elijah or Elizabeth.”

“You already picked names?” Drake asked confused.

“Well… When I was pregnant with Eleanor it was obvious we wanted to name her after Liam’s mother. But Liam wanted to give me other options in case I changed my mind and prepared a list of names and we picked out a few that we liked best so… yeah.”

“And obviously they all start with ‘E’,” Riley raised her eyebrow.

“I thought it was a cute idea,” Dani admitted and Drake shook his head. Dani and Liam were really made for each other.

“Well, then I guess you won’t have too many kids since there’s not many names starting with ‘E’.” Riley noticed and took a sip of her juice.

“Actually…” Riley looked as her sister turned red. “Liam prepared a whole list for me and there’s at least twenty names on it and he said, umm, I mean… It would a shame to waste it.”

“Twenty?!” Riley exclaimed and Dani had to shush her again. “You two are going to overpopulate our planet!” She murmured and Drake silently agreed with her. “Although… not gonna lie, the world needs more people like you so I’m okay with it. Just… please, don’t throw so many parties for them, please!”

Dani hugged her sister and kissed her on the forehead. “I promise! Besides, I’ll be too busy attending parties for your kids,” she teased and walked away before Riley could say anything. Riley watched as her sister joined Liam and how he started whispering something to his wife that made her giggle.

“Uh uh, right. No parties for my kids until they’re eighteen,” Riley massaged her belly and Drake put his arms around her.

“So… kids, huh?”

Riley looked at him. “Kids. Maybe not twenty,’ she shook her head, “but I wouldn’t mind having more than one with you.”

“Even if you feel like a whale?” Drake grinned and Riley shoved him playfully. Oh, how much she loved him. And seeing the love his eyes, she could tell he felt the same.

“Well, that’s the price I’m willing to pay.”

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[mrpenguinpants]

hello deaaaar. All of your xiao fic is soooo ❤️❤️❤️ I love all of them

but can I ask u something? (you don't need to answer if you don't want it) Did you write the reader as Lumine/MC or as the 'reader' itself??

TLDR: You can read it as Lumine/Aether/MC or as the ‘reader’ itself. I personally write it as if ‘reader’ is a separate character. Not necessarily ‘myself’ or the ‘viewer’. You can kind of think of it as an OC if that’s easier to understand but I don’t consider the ‘reader’ as an OC. 

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Hi! (❤´艸｀❤) aww thank you, I love that you love them! Xiao is precious and we believe in Xiao supremacy. 

This is actually kinda interesting to answer and I’m about to write way more than I should but I believe I touched on it on my NSFW post so I’m just gonna restate it here. 

“I don’t treat “reader” as myself, just a separate character. The only time I get uncomfortable with it is if I, myself, am the one that’s doing it. But since I treat reader as a separate person it doesn’t bother me.”

I’m asexual so just the idea of being in a relationship with someone is not my thing. Which I know might seem weird considering what I write but if it’s not me that’s doing it and I don’t think of it as the ‘reader’ being me, then it’s fine. Similarly to how we watch shows or whatever. We don’t imagine the characters on screen to be ourselves but we still like watching the relationship and their moments. I’d like to think that people can relate to me on this but in any x reader fic, I never read it as if reader is myself. I’m not placing myself into those situations. Even when I see things like [y/n] I never insert my name, I just pretend [y/n] the the characters name. 

So essentially, I treat reader as their own separate person. I try and use “you” a lot and I don’t know if this was that noticeable but I never write [y/n] in my fics. I think the Childe fic I did is a good example where I made him call you by a title instead of writing [y/n]. Which will probably never happen since I don’t like writing [y/n]. Similar to how genshin says “traveler” instead of Aether/Lumine. 

I suppose thinking of ‘reader’ as an OC might be easier to understand even though I never think of ‘reader’ as an OC since it is suppose to be the reader. I can’t suddenly say “oh btw you have wings now lol”. That’s also why I try to keep things gender neutral and only use “you” as the “pronoun” (if I mess up please let me know). Honestly, I’ve never dealt with OCs or made one myself and this is just stemming from writing fics for a decent amount of time, not that there is anything wrong with OCs. I think they are really creative and fun to do/see. 

In a sense, I do take liberates by giving the ‘reader’ some sort of backstory but it’s usually either me trying to mix in story relevance since that’s just how my writing process goes (idk if we really want to go into that) or I’m just trying to make things cute. I’d like to think I’m not the only one that writes like this and considers the ‘reader’ as their own person. Even when I try to explain this and when I type [’reader’] I don’t ever consider the term referencing the person reading. That’s just a character name to me now. 

I’m kind of wondering how this got brought up but I’m assuming its because of my tags but basically, you’re free to read it as whatever you want. It could be Lumine, Aether, MC or reader itself. I can’t really stop you lol. I might take some story plot relevance which might make it seem that I’m writing Aether/Lumine but it’s usually just for easy explanation. 

But yeah, idk if that was interesting or not but hopefully this was clear enough haha. 

#oh no #they hit me where it hurts #they called me dear #yo literally if you call me dear or love i'm instantly smitten #I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO PLATONICALLY CALL ME LOVE IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK? #this was fun talking about process and writing and stuff #not sure if i went too deep again but yeah haha #i hope it was interesting and i made sense #super big mwah #lovely anon #anon ask

[juminsmysticmc]

I'm so glad requests are open again! Your headcanons are my favorite and thank you sooo much for writing them. :3 Now then.. if you don't mind.. Please write headcanons of how many kids would each RFA member would have with MC, after how many years would they have kids with her (since they started dating) and the kids gender and age gap if there's more than one. GIMME SOME BABIES FROM MY BAES! Thank you. (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

How long afterwards the RFA have children with Mc and their genders

Hiii my love~ I think that you’re also a long follower of mine~ thank you for this compliment! I hope I will stay your favourite forever XD

So, you’re mean~ you know how much I like these kind of Headcanons!!! I hope you enjoy them! Make sure to tell me your opinion, okay?

Jumin

Everyone was surprised that you didn’t get pregnant after the honeymoon.

But Jumin Han, of course, was a responsible man.

It wasn’t his body after all, and he wanted to wait for your approval. So, six months after the honeymoon when you confessed that you would like to become a mom, he didn’t wait long.

Your pregnancy wasn’t the most comfortable one.

When you were three months into your pregnancy you fell, hurting your hip pretty bad.

It was a shock for Jumin when he saw you fall in front of his eyes.

,,I‘m sorry...“ he whispered one night.

,,What for...?“ you asked him while rubbing your eyes.

,,For not being able to make you enjoy your pregnancy...“ he said.

Of course you also caught the flu.

But as if that wasn't enough, your water broke three weeks too early.

,,The umbilical cord is around the baby‘s neck...“ the doctor said to Jumin.

Luckily the doctors did their best to save his little boy.

But this was such a horrible experience that, in his opinion, one child was more than enough.

But God had another idea when you found out you were pregnant nine years later.

,,This time, I will do everything fine so that you can enjoy your pregnancy...“ the CEO smiled when you told him.

Even your little boy, who resembled Jumin a lot, tried his best to make you stay as comfortable as possible.

His little sister, nine month later, was all he wished for.

,,Look how sweet they are...“ you told Jumin five years later when you stroked your belly and observed the siblings sleeping.

,,Soon this little boy while sleep between them,“ he chuckled and lead you back to your bedroom where he made sure that you stayed warm.

Zen

,,Baby take my hand~ I want you to be my best friend 'cause you’re my Iron Man and I love you 3000~

Baby take a chance 'cause I want this to be something straight out of a Hollywood movie~

See you standing there, and nothing compares, and all I can think is ,,where is the ring?“~“ you sang while Zen stood outside, watching you dancing to the newly released song by your favourite singer.

All Zen could do was chuckle.

The two of you would have your third anniversary as a couple this year and you just waited for his proposal.

,,That’s more than a signal, Princess.“ he suddenly exclaimed and approached you.

You smiled. 

Of course you tried to tell him something, but you also knew that he wanted to wait until his parents accepted him.

Two years later, you desperately sat on the edge of the toilet with a pregnancy in your trembling hands, having crazy thoughts.

His carrier was currently what he always wished for and his parents still couldn’t accept him.

,,I should leave, yeah.“ you decided while packing your stuff hastily.

,,Where to?“ he suddenly asked you, making you shriek.

A few days later he finally proposed.

,,You’re my family now...“ he whispered while stroking your belly.

Zen enjoyed being a father and he loved to see his daughter‘s smile.

,,A second child would make me super happy...“ he confessed one night. Three years later a little girl, indeed was born, and three years later, after her birth, the last baby boy was born.

,,You need to protect them, okay?“ Zen whispered at night after the little boy woke him up.

Yoosung

It was a long journey until you finally got pregnant.

Ten years after your marriage, you finally had the chance to enjoy the feeling as a mother to be.

And of course Yoosung was just as hyped as you.

,,Do you want to eat Chinese or Korean? Or maybe both?“ he asked you one day over the phone when he was on his way home.

Of course he already bought both dishes.

But your answer was a little different than he thought it would be...

,,I would like to eat Italian to be honest.“ you laughed and suddenly craved pizza and lasagna with salmon.

,,Hey, you did great today, Ajusshi. Here, have some Chinese and Korean. My wife is pregnant and wanted to eat Pizza and Lasagne instead.“ Yoosung said to a homeless man and gave him the food he just bought.

A few moments later he arrived home, three Pizza in his one hand, the Lasagne with Salmon in the other.

Yoosung wasn‘t sure if you always smiled so brightly or because it was because of the food, but whatever the reason was, in his eyes you looked so beautiful.

The birth was a quick one.

In the morning you were putting on your Make-Up. 

Yoosung helped you to put on your shoes. 

After a few minutes of walking you suddenly felt a strange twitch in your back.

Of course you ignored it, but as soon as you arrived at the place you were supposed to meet the RFA the twitch got so horrible that you first had to sit down.

,,Hey Mc, listen to my pregnancy joke...“ Seven laughed but stopped as soon as he saw your wide open eyes.

,,Y-Yoosung… I think your wife‘s water broke!“ he yelled in panic.

And not long afterwards he was holding his baby.

,,He‘s so handsome.“ Yoosung said and noticed immediately that you had fallen asleep.

A year later you were pregnant again and this time it was a girl.

You were currently throwing a party for your little prince and enjoyed his round smiling face.

Jaehee

It took awhile until you found someone who‘s sperm could impregnate you.

But when the time came, you were hyped.

In Jaehee‘s eyes, you were the most beautiful pregnant woman she saw.

Your smile was as bright as the sun‘s warm sunshine and your mood was always the best.

No mood swings, and no odd carvings or fears.

You just enjoyed the pregnancy.

You even kept working.

But of course Jaehee was overprotective.

You were only allowed to work while sitting down.

,,How are you feeling?“ Jaehee asked you.

The baby was due any time now.

,,I‘m well, Jaehee.“ you chuckled and made her a signal to help you up.

As soon as you stood, you however, noticed that you felt weird.

,,MC!“ Jaehee yelled when she noticed that you began to stumble.

A few minutes later the ambulance arrived and a c-section was done as quickly as possible.

Jaehee was about to go crazy.

Zen, next to her, tried to make her feel better but it was no use.

,,I don’t know what to think. I just want her to be well and to see the baby healthy...“ she whined.

Luckily, her wishes came true and shortly afterwards, the doctor told her that she could come in to see you.

,,Don’t ever do this to me again.“ she sobbed harder as soon as she saw you, sweat dripping off your front and tears rolling down.

,,Sorry not sorry...“ you laughed and looked down at your baby.

Your little boy stayed an only child but got spoiled from every possible side.

Saeyoung

,,We have a surprise!“ you announced.

The RFA was sitting on the red couch were you all took a picture two years ago. 

The mood was agonising two years ago.

Today, the RFA was more hyped.

The death of the leader wasn’t forgotten, but it was as painful as it was in the past.

,,Where are the HBC?“ Yoosung asked.

,,Yo Saeran, didn’t you think about using BBCream?“ Zen asked Saeran, analysing his face.

,,Maybe we should use the same security measures as Saeyoung.“

,,I will write it down, Mr. Han.“

,,OI! COULD YOU PLEASE LISTEN TO MY PREGNANT WIFE?“ Saeyoung’s words suddenly resounded.

,,Now you ruined the surprise!“ you suddenly began to cry and walked away.

,,Well done! Now she‘s crying!“ Yoosung exclaimed while Jaehee rushed behind you.

Your pregnancy was moody. 

Once you were in a good mood, he was filled with fear and vice versa.

,,Okay, is everything ready?“ you asked Jaehee who nodded.

You felt that it was a girl but Saeyoung was sure that it would be a boy.

,,If they knew...“ Zen laughed to himself and waited for their expressions.

You had two boxes.

You would open them at the same time to reveal the baby‘s gender.

First pink balloons flew up.

,,I WAS RIGHT! IT‘S A GIRL!“ you screamed as you saw his box.

He was happy and about to kiss you, but first you wanted to open your box.

You expected them to also be pink, but then blue balloons flew up.

,,Huh? Did it go wrong?“ you asked Jaehee.

,,Surprise~“ Yoosung laughed.

,,You will have twins!“ Jaehee smiled brightly.

,,I knew it!“ Saeyoung laughed and pulled you up, laughing at you when he saw your overjoyed face.

Since then, everything went really quickly.

Your belly grew enormously and the anticipation grew just as much as the fears. 

,,It’s normal that twin‘s come early.“ the nurse tried to convince him.

Her words were numb to him.

His fears just vanished when he finally saw you smiling with your two babies in your arms.

,,It’s okay, it’s okay...“ you patted his back when the nurse brought away your babies.

,,Excuse me, did I give birth to two babies or three?“ you joked when Saeyoung kept crying in your arms.

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[that-bookworm-guy]

i cannot BELIEVE that anon, like the audacity omg

Like if you use the app literally the third recommended post on your blog is you celebrating being two years on T (congrats on the top surgery by the way!!!)

maybe you saying something like that you usually don't write trans MCs bothered them? but that's still no way to react?? smh

Hey, I'm very used to it on this blog XD 

 Thank you :) like literally, if someone searched my blog they could look up the tag 'trans' and see so much stuff, like I don't hide the fact I'm trans XD 

 I wrote that I don't normally write trans characters after the message I got.

 Plus I was always fairly open about why I choose not to write a lot of trans masc characters and that has nothing to do with them being trans, it's about me and my mental health XD 

 One of the very first stories I wrote (and it turned into my trilogy) has a non-binary character and I was 100% comfortable writing that, because there was maybe 200-300 words in the whole 3 books that touches on explaining their identity because it really wasn't a big thing. I just wanted to explain why they chose to go by they/them and why nothing about them was ever gendered. Hell, I'm fairly sure I just made another character into a trans girl, because I originally wrote her as a girl, then for some reason I decided to change her into a boy, then decided, actually no, she doesn't feel right to me as a boy, so she's a girl. I'm just considering writing maybe a sentence that confirms she's a trans girl because it fits the identity crisis I was having about her. 

 I wrote a 10k short story about a trans boy character that wasn't meant to be a coming out story because he was out to family already and starting a new college, but I had so many feelings about me personally being outed, that that's what my story turned to. I had never written something so short that wiped me completely mentally. So I don't write a lot of trans masc. characters because I pour too much of myself into them, to the point I'm drained mentally and emotionally. I set myself limits and I cross them. 

The problem I have isn't with writing trans characters, hell, I'd write loads of trans characters if I knew it wouldn't tip my mental health. 

Same way as with depression, I have had depression for years, I can't ever write a story about a character with severe depression or someone who is su*cidal, because I'd be pouring too many of my emotions and trauma into it, it would tip me. 

 This time, I've set myself very tight boundaries on what I can and can't write about with the character and I'm only writing it, because it's a situation I actually dream about a lot, and the story will be focused around this trans character and yeah the fact he is trans will pay a huge role in it, BUT it's a different side of being trans.

 It's developing powers and going on adventures, but being carefully about resting regularly when you can when you are binding. It's the story I would have loved to have read when I was a teen, instead of coming out stories where trans people get beaten up or worse, because urg, they annoy me.

 It's about how people say your name, but refuse to call you something else. Like I've just written a scene where the headmistress of the school called the MC parents in has no issues calling the MC their actual name (he will not be deadnamed in this, I refuse straight up to do that) but struggles to refer to them as their dad's son, and will go out of their way to avoid this (something that happened to me a hell of a lot).

 I kinda ranted here and it's not aimed at you. I just feel like I have to explain myself whenever I write anything about trans character etc. 

Hopefully that rude anon will read this. 

 Thank you for the ask, I hope you have a wonderful day :)

#Anonymous #long post

[alexialockhartx]

MC INTERVIEW || Alexia Lockhart

Thank you for tagging me @kyril-hphm 💖 My writing is a bit rusty, but I hope it’s bearable! Long post ahead! (¯∇¯٥)

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It was a typical afternoon in the Slytherin Common Room. Buzzing with activity, a bunch of students were in groups, mostly talking, laughing, and studying. It took a while, but the interviewer finally spotted Alexia, who was chatting with a familiar face that you’d see in the quidditch stands. The interviewer was quite relieved when they had already finished talking and bid their goodbyes. They then approached her quickly to get ahold of her.

“Oh, hello there! Hmm? An interview you say? I guess I can answer a few questions.”

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INTERVIEW

What’s your Name? ➔ "Alexia Blythe Lockhart.“ She smiled. “Although I’ve already gotten used to people asking me about my brother because of the surname, there are some who also mention this Gilderoy guy. Apparently he’s some renowned author? He seems pretty iffy though. ”

Are you single? ➔ "Oh wow… we’re already going for the hard-hitting questions, huh? It’s uh… a bit complicated.“

Are you happy? ➔ "Like right now? Sure, yeah... I suppose.”

Are you angry? ➔ “Not at the moment...” She said as she’s staring intently at the interviewer.

…Sorry! Are your parents still married? ➔ “What kind of question is that? Of course they are! Even though they’re both busy with their work, they’re as loving as can be.”

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NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ “I can’t pinpoint exactly where… My family were travelling a lot at that time. But… I do recall it was ‘somewhere romantic’, as my Dad would tell me.”

hair color ➔ “Well, what do you think?” She gave her hair a little flip. “Mum’s side usually has flowy white hair.”

eye color ➔ "Black. Though Dad would like to describe it as Onyx. I got from him after all.“ She let out a slight chuckle. “Plus it’s a nice contrast to my hair, don’t you agree?”

birthday ➔ "The 11th of November. It’s pretty easy enough to remember if I say so myself. Eleven-eleven… Or four pocky sticks!”

mood ➔ “Uhmm… it depends?”

gender ➔ "Female.“

summer or winter ➔ “Hmmm… I like the winter. I get to do all those cool activities like snuggling near the fireplace, admiring the snowfall, and the snowmen battles. But! In summer, I get to see a lot of flowers bloom in the field and everything is so warm and colorful.”

morning or afternoon ➔ “Mornings! I tend to wander around the Courtyard or stroll along the Black Lake. Afternoons usually make me really sleepy for some reason.”

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EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

“Oh boy… here we go again.”

are you in love ➔ "Well…“ She looks down, blushing hard with her hand over face. “Yes.”

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Not really? I think it’s more of attraction.”

who ended your last relationship ➔ “…”

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  “Gosh… I hope haven’t.”

are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Not really. Just… afraid of being with the wrong person.”

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ "Uhmmm… yes! I hug my friends a lot. Unless… you were talking about a different kind of hug?“

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “Maybe? They’re a secret for a reason.”

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “…”

The interviewer noticed Alexia was getting tense and kept looking away when answering the questions, so they decided to give her a breather.

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SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ “Love, love, love! For yourself and for others too.”

lemonade or iced tea ➔ "Iced tea, preferably lemon.“

cats or dogs ➔ "Can I say both? A lot of people make it a big deal that you can only choose ONE between them when we all know BOTH are great!” "Oh sorry! I git a bit carried away there.”

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A few best friends. Close-knit relationships means having deep trust and understanding with people you care about... I think everyone needs people like that in there lives.”

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Oh! Uhmm… Romantic night ins.” A slight blush creeped on her cheeks. “It feels really intimate, ‘ya know?”

day or night ➔ "Night. As much as I love the day, there’s just something that feels magical during night time.“

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FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ “Only once… But I’ve mostly been very stealthy.” :3c

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ "I may have fallen... a few times. It’s a bit silly but the last time I fell down was when when I got too excited upon seeing Mu—uhh… a friend of mine since he was gonna teach me more about Wizard's Chess. Luckily I ended tumbling down by only a few steps. ‘Twas nothing that good ol’ Episkey couldn’t fix though, thankfully.“

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ "Uh… n-nothing comes to mind.”

do you wish to be invisible? ➔ "Well… If I stand really still…“

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FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ "You can tell a lot about a person by their eyes. The way they glance, stare, light up, the intensity… Oh! Whoopsie, I think I kinda drifted off there.”

shorter or taller ➔ "Taller!“

intelligence or attraction ➔ "I guess attraction? And I guess you can be attracted to their intelligence too. Wait… am I misunderstanding the question?”

hook-up or relationship ➔ "I’d… very much like a relationship.“

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FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ "Oh yes! I love spending time with them, especially with my parents since they aren’t home often. Sadly, I can’t say the same to some of my extended family.”

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Huh… I don’t really dwell much on it. But Jake’s disappearance definitely didn’t make things better.”

have you ever run away from home ➔ "If you count running off every time I see anything interesting, then sure.“

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ "Nope.”

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FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ "No? I don’t think I’d be friends with them if I did.“

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔  "I’d believe so, yes. Although, some of them may be a bit misguided but have good intentions.” Alexia paused and hesitates for a while. “Sometimes… I wonder if they’d still befriend me even if I wasn’t doing this cursebreaker thing.”

who is your best friend ➔ "Surprisingly enough… I have more than one! Rowan, Penny, Barnaby, and heck, even Jae. I really appreciate that they're a part of my life. They make it more colorful, and I hope I do too to theirs as well.“

who knows everything about you ➔ "I don’t think anyone really knows, not even myself. Though… I do share a lot to my bestfriends and also to Bill! He’s like a big brother to me, always having a listening ear, no matter what they’re about.”

The interviewer then gestures that the interview has ended. “Oh is that all the questions then? Well… cheers. I hope you got the answers you were looking for. Seeya!” Alexia said to the interviewer, beaming and waved them goodbye.

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If you’ve gone this far already, you are tagged!

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[shreyamistry]

Realizing You’ve Fallen In Love - It Lives In The Woods

Happy End Of ILITW Appreciation Week! Here I bring to you, Ava, Andy, Stacy, Lucas, Lily, Noah, and Dan x MC mini fics! So as you know I’ve stolen this style from the ever lovely @peachesandjoonie ! Lily is the only one with a specificed f!mc, the rest are gender-neutral. Didn’t do Connor, don’t know how to write him.

Tagging: @choicesaholic @teamtomsato @nuttatulipa (aka the hosts!)

Check out my masterlist here!

Summary: How you fall in love with each character!

Ava:

You’re in the library working over your information you’ve collected on Redfield, but you’re distracted. Your mind keeps wandering away from Redfield towards one of your friends, Ava to be exact. You can see her smile in the back of your mind, you hear her laugh, and your heart feels full.

“Stop daydreaming,” A voice startles you from your thoughts looking up to see Ava, “Redfield won’t kill himself.” She pulls your book away from you, reading the first line of the text back to you. You can’t help the smile that passes over you as you watch her.

“Look the freak brigade.” Cody snickers as he walks past.

“Aw, are the freaks dating?” Jocelyn coos. You can’t explain why that makes your stomach flip or your face feel incredibly warm, but you meet Ava’s gaze a smirk on her lips as she reaches overtaking your hand into her own. Her skin is smooth and soft, and you can feel her thumb brushing back and forth.

“Oh, my love, let’s curse these fools, for they have forsaken our love,” Ava speaks dramatically, bringing your hand to her lips she places a kiss on the backside. “Shall we meet in the cave down by the lake?” You can’t help but laugh at her antics, your face warm and your heart beating heavily in your chest.

“Whatever freaks, get a room.” Cody huffs, dragging Jocelyn away with him.

You smile to yourself hearing Ava call you her love in your mind over and over again. “Come on,” Ava speaks next, “We have to go save our friends or whatever positive bullshit you were gonna say.”

“Yeah..” You mumble, completely in a haze following after her. And then you realize, you were definitely in love with one of your best friends.

Andy:

You and Andy are walking towards the park, he sighs heavily beside you. You instinctively reach out lacing your fingers with his, a gesture you’ve done since as long as you can remember. He smiles at you, the same toothy grin he’s always had and your heart flutters in your chest. You’ve known Andy to be a little bit of a flirt by nature, but you’ve never realized until now how much of one.

“You always know how to be my superhero, huh?” Andy says softly, pulling the both of you to a stop.

“Dream on, if any of us is a superhero it’s you.” You grin in response, suddenly feeling very close to him.

“I wear my underwear outside of my pants?” You can’t help but roll your eyes at his comment, nudging him with your foot as his laugh fills the air around you. “I can’t explain it, but there’s something about you that makes me feel like a kid again.”

“In what way?” You question, a warmth spreading through your body.

“I feel free and brave when I’m with you. I dunno know.” He smiles despite himself, “Is it too forward to say I kind of want to kiss you right now?” His cheeks burn red as you stare at him a few seconds, did the Andy Kang, King Kang himself just ask to kiss you? Of all people? Your heart beats heavily in your chest and the smirk on his face tells you he knows and one thing leads to the next and you’re inclining your head towards him and his towards you.

The kiss sent shivers down your spine. You were in love with Andy Kang.

Stacy:

‘Hey, I need you. Plz come to the gym. Plz.’

The text hits your phone as you’re preparing to leave school, you register the words and you didn’t even realize you were running towards the gym. Your mind racing with fears, is Stacy okay? Did something happen? I’ll kill Redfield myself if he even laid a finger on her beautiful face, you think to yourself not even realizing your compliment.

You barrel into the gym to see Stacy sitting on the bleachers hunched over her hands on her face. Her body shakes like she’s crying and your heart falls into your stomach seeing your best friend so sad. You quickly run up to her, “Stacy!”

She shifts slightly away from you as you come to stand next to her. “You came.”

“Of course I did,” You immediately assure her, “I’d never not come, Stace.”

She looks back at you with a smile, “I could use a hug.” You nod sitting down beside her, pulling her crying form close to you, your arms wrapping around her body as her face nestles into the nape of your neck. “Thank you.” She mumbles into your skin sniffling softly. You rub your hand up and down against her back, whispering softly to her. Your other hand brushing the ends of her hair.

“I’m always going to be here for you Stacy.” You whisper softly.

And that’s when it hits you, she wipes the back of her hand against her face and leans back from you a smile on her lips, albeit a little sad you know she’s happy and grateful for you. And your heart keeps skipping a few beats in your chest as you reach her eyes, her eyelashes glossy and damp, tears clinging onto them, but a happiness you haven’t seen in her eyes in a while. She places a kiss on your cheek before standing up.

“I need to change. See you later?” You nod and she walks off towards the locker room.

And you know, you’re in love with Stacy and before you realize again your feet are carrying you off towards her, you have to tell her.. You need to tell her…. And you will…

Lucas:

You’re sitting beside him in class working on a project together. He’s fairly silent as he reads through his book jotting down a few notes every once in a while. You can’t seem to focus as you stare silently at his face, his glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose. He runs a hand through his hair before looking up at you.

“Is there something on my face?” He asks.

“No, sorry I just can’t seem to focus right now.”

He smiles despite himself, “I’ll take that as a compliment, I suppose?” You laugh softly at his comment, not enough to disrupt Mr. Cooper’s replacement substitute. You turn back your book a soft warmth on your face as you force yourself to read a few lines, anything, you want to be helpful to Lucas and don’t want to make him do all the work.

After a few minutes, you’ve managed to read one page, although you’ve heard Lucas flip through a few. Other groups talk quietly around you about their projects and you can’t seem to stop thinking about how cute Lucas’ smile was after you laughed at his comment. Finally, he turns to you, “What are you thinking?”

“That you’re really cute when you smile.” You say absently, not quite registering your own words.

“I meant about the presentation, but thank you. You’re really cute all the time.” He blushes softly, as he puts his notebook between the both of you. You suddenly feel nervous about how close the two of you are to one another as he talks you through his notes.

When the final bell rings, you and Lucas begin to pack up your stuff. “You’ve been kind of quiet.” He remarks casually, “You okay?”

“Just Redfield stuff I guess.” He looks disappointed.

“Sure, well if you need anything at all let me know.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before walking off towards the door. You stand dumbstruck for a few minutes, you’ve totally fallen in love with the Student Body President.

Lily:

You remember your first solo sleepover with Lily, her mom always talked about how lovely of a girl you were and how happy she was you and Lily had become friends. You remember the night almost perfectly, you and Lily stayed up late sharing secrets and you remember her telling you she likes a girl. You thought she must of been really tired, but now you’re laying in bed beside her watching a tv show and you’ve defeated Mr. Red and you feel like you can do anything.

“Lily?” You ask casually.

“Yeah?” She replies, rolling over to face you. A blush rushing up her cheeks as she realized how close you are to her.

“You remember our first sleepover? After Jane died, you didn’t want to be alone and we talked all night?” You ask her and she smiles fondly at the memory. She nods her head. “You told me you liked a girl, were you talking about Britney?”

Lily laughs nervously fidgetting with the sheets of the blanket. “No, I hadn’t met Britney yet. I meant you.” She blushes again, as she continues to pick at her sheets with her fingers barely meeting your gaze. “I was too scared to tell you it was you.”

“Do you still like me?” You ask, your heart beating heavily in your chest. Lily’s eyes searching yours, you can see it in her eyes she’s scared to admit the truth. You think back to everything Britney has done to her and you can’t blame her for being scared, in fact, you’d be scared if you were her. “I just - um I think I like you, Lily. After everything that happened, seeing you stand up to Jane or Red or whoever he was, it was kind of hot.”

Lily pushes your shoulder giggling loudly, “You’re gonna make me blush.”

“Good, you’re cute when you blush.” You tease her. She blushes and leans over kissing the tip of your nose.

“I still like you a lot. When I was outside the ruins with everyone else, all I could think about was how much I needed you to come back, how much I needed you to be here for me, how strong you’ve made me feel. I’ve never been so in love until I met you.” She smiles fondly, “Oh.. I just said love didn’t I?” She blushes again.

“I love you too, Lily.” You can’t help, but grin as you lean up placing a kiss onto her nose back. You were genuinely in love with Lily, all this time you’ve always been in love with your best friend and you didn’t even realize.

Dan:

You sit across from Dan at a game of spin the bottle at a stupid frat-boy party. Dan wanted you to come even though you were reluctant, it felt too weird to go to a party after everything that happened. Rest of the group was going and by Dan’s insistence you couldn’t say no to the puppy dog eyes he gave you after class. The bottle sits between you and Dan and you stare at each other for a few seconds, you hear Andy’s laugh and Jocelyn’s ‘ooohs as you swallow harshly.

And you’re sent back to a memory that reminds you all the feelings you’ve hidden for Dan.

You’re 8 years old sitting with a bunch of other eight-year-olds and your friends. You see Dan’s smile at you from across the bottle. You can’t explain why you blush, but you do and he blushes back. He moves to spin the bottle after getting a peck on the cheek from one of the guys whose name you can’t remember anymore. The bottle spins and spins and you see the girl who had a crush on him clench her fists watching the bottle intensely. Jenny Manstrod, you’ve hated her for no good reason other than she had a crush on Dan. 8 years old you didn’t manage emotions all too well. Finally, it begins to slow and the endpoints to you.

You hear laughter from your friends and a sigh from Jenny. Dan moves to come closer to you and you do the same, you feel the brush of his lips against yours for a few seconds before you both pull away giggling, you hear a few ews from the crowd. You’re pulled out of the memory as Lily nudges you from the side.

“Bring it, Pierce.” You grin as he moves to meet you in the middle.

“You’re not ready for it.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes smiling. “Whatever, kiss me, idiot.”

“As you wish.” He leans in pressing a kiss to your lips and you don’t even realize you’re kissing him back as his hands rest on your cheeks intensifying the kiss. Your hands pulling on the tips of his hair, enjoying the feeling, the taste, and excitement of the moment. You only pull away when you realize you need to come up for air the blush on his cheeks tell you everything as you both move apart from one another, you laughing slightly awkwardly.

“Jeez, that was intense. I’m coming for you, Lil.” Britney grins throwing a wink in Lily’s direction. You can barely focus on the game as you look back up to meet Dan’s eyes, his face still flush and your heart jumps in your chest. You’re still in love with Dan Pierce.

Noah:

“Just don’t put a knife to my back this time.” You joke happily with Noah, who rolls his eyes at you. The two of you stand in a beaten up dinner that Noah bought, you’re still unsure how he afforded it when the both of you were still in college. The floorboards were busted and the windows broken. The ceiling looked as though it’d collapse if even a marble rolled across it. And it smelt terrible.

“Only if you ask nicely.” He smiles, you’ve never seen him this happy. After everything with Redfield you never thought you’d see him genuinely smile again, especially after they banished his sister into the underworld or whatever really happened in the cave all those nights ago. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“This place is very... “ You can’t think of a positive word.

“I know it’s shit.” Noah shrugs, “But Baby Jane’s won’t open for some time. I mean there’s my degree, business deals, electricity, and you. And -”

“Me?” You ask slightly confused. “What about me?”

“Oh.” He falls into silence as he moves towards the beaten down counter. A few ratty chairs sit on one side and the inside leads to where servers would stand. A few sinks, that were rotting away with mold. “I just… figured that maybe you.. You know?”

“I don’t know.” You laugh softly approaching the counter. “I’ll have two flapjacks barkeep.”

“You’re an idiot.” He shakes his head with a smile despite himself, “I meant, well, just forget it.” You nod, knowing not to push it with him, especially when he’s so happy. You’d hate to see the smile that finally reached his eyes to be gone, you’ve only ever seen him look that way when the two of you were alone. “After everything… I love you. Not as a friend anymore.”

Silence follows as the both of you think over his words, he loves you as not a friend anymore. “I think I feel the same way.” You didn’t realize before this moment. Noah became your best friend after Redfield, everyone else shut him out and you couldn’t. Noah was special, he’s always been special to you, he’s Noah Marshall. His smile meets his eyes when you’re together and his arms feel like a home you’ve never had. And you turn to look at him from across the counter and there’s a love in his eyes you’ve never noticed before.

#playchoices #it lives in the woods #ilitw #ilitw appreciation week #ava cunningham #andy kang #stacy green #lucas thomas #lily ortiz #dan pierce #noah marshall #ava x mc #andy x mc #stacy x mc #lucas x mc #lily x mc #dan x mc #noah x mc #choices ilitw #choices it lives in the woods #wow i wrote for once yall proud of me yet? lmao #prompts #yeah idk what else to tag this lmao

[dolgelo]

ROMANCE HEADCANONS 

NAME:  Mitsuru Kirijo NICKNAME:  Senpai, President of student council, Miss/Milady, Imperious Queen Of Executions and also “Mitchan” by Teddie in PQ. GENDER:  Female. ROMANTIC/SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  Demiromantic & demisexual. While I think she’s leaning on boys considering her Social Link and words, I doubt she’d ever think of commitments of that kind without having a solid bond with the other party before. PREFERRED PET NAMES:  She really doesn’t care much for nicknames and such but she generally does not like most of them. The Imperious-Queen-Of-Executions and Mitchan have shown her actively not liking them. If she is especially close to the other party involved and the nickname does not comprehend execution jokes, she may close an eye or two. May or may not have grown fond of the idea Akihiko would have called her “princess” back in middle school days when he didn’t still call her by her first name just to tease her. 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  Canon-ly speaking she’s “sitting alone on her icy throne” – if we must take Arena games for accurate. I usually portray her confused and crushing relatively hard depending on the partner and the situation, but that’s not too different from the reality coming out of her Social Link interactions. Mitsuru speaks of a very important person in her life during the Arena ending, which may be a hint at a past relationship with the Protagonist or the fiancé drama she went through. The spicy tension between her and Akihiko as adults is fun to write. FAVORITE CANON SHIP:  She has no canon ships, my friends. No one does in Persona but Junpei and Chidori. The hints at my favs tho... the hints hidden in books... cowards... FAVORITE NON-CANON SHIP:  I am a proud Akimitsu ambassador until my dying day, I just love them too much. And if you’d let me do this, I would talk about them nonstop for days. The fact p3 and its spinoffs, novels, books and other merchandise made this ship walk on the thin line between canon and not are also fueling my soul so much you guys, you need to know it. So I’m really not sure whether the place for this ship is in this section, actually.

OPINION ON TRUE LOVE:  Growing up I feel Mitsuru came to think that it’s something almost unattainable, that there’s not such a thing as that unless you search for it in novels and romance books. The idea of finding a perfect partner is rather alien to her after all she had to endure, yet also mainly for mere lack of time and patience; secondly, her heritage and family name don’t make things easier for her on that front - which makes her pretty melancholic when it comes to love and descriptions of it. Still, she remains definitely the romantic type. True love may be as fortuitous as finding a precious gem somewhere -- hard but not impossible. She is not searching actively for that but, also due to her Arcana-based traits, is comparable to a great blessing and stroke of gratuitous luck. OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT:  That’s even worse than true love for her. She’d consider it something more keen to a mere infatuation - typical of youngsters or of people with no interests in deepening a bond beforehand. Since she never experienced it, Mitsuru bases the phenomenon on a hormonal illusion / physical appearance and beauty taking heed of one’s mind and nothing more. Well, she’s more of a brain-type anyway and always will remain so... but with age, she might come to understand what triggers “love at first sight” slightly more, and maybe to excuse it even. She falls in love just with people she know she can trust and that mentally would be able to challenge her own skills and... yeah, kids, max your Academics. HOW ‘ROMANTIC’ ARE THEY?:  Mitsuru can be too romantic at times-- a fact that deeply embarrasses the girl. For the longest time, she’s been reading romance novels of all ages and times, developing one idealistic version of the sentiment behind it and the dynamics two lovers have, according to classic literature. It’s a wrong impression but that’s all she was allowed to know of, I guess. I often repeat that she kinda feels in love with the idea of being in love, and being loved back, more than the idea of sharing her life and intimacy with a person so close to her -- she’s not experienced and she has her own thoughts, but that doesn’t mean it won’t change as time passes.

IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS:  Well, Mitsuru is a pro-fencer and is extremely dedicated to physical appearance and beauty. She’d love someone who puts great care in that, it’d mirror a part of her she holds very dearly, so it’s easy to imagined it. IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS:  Definitely intelligence and positive academic curiosity. It all fascinates her, with the possibility of being committed with someone as dedicated to studies as she is. Again, study harder, kids, and Mitsuru might notice you. UNATTRACTIVE PHYSICAL TRAITS:  Not actually physical but it is definitely not a personality trait. It’s headcanon time: I have always thought Mitsuru would have, BUT ONLY during her teen years, not have minded much someone smoking  ( perhaps with her fiancé also smoking too, eh, we don’t really know much ). She wouldn’t have minded not because she’s a rebel^TM, nor because she’d smoke herself -- quite the contrary, instead. Having developed a sort of “Electra complex” for her father  ( unfortunately confirmed by the books too ),  and being her father a smoker too, I hc’d she wouldn’t have been bothered by this trait, in a partner, simply because it would have reminded her of Takeharu. BUT. But. But. Actually, with years, the indifference faded away and she does not want someone actively smoking next to her – it is also a big unhealthy habit, and again, Mitsuru being an athlete would really care about it too. UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS:  Basically all that her fiancé proves to be when scolding her for hesitating before a date: being arrogant, a liar, someone way too domineering - for the wrong reasons - and controlling, and so on.

DO THEY HAVE A TYPE?  Yes, she does and you can’t deny it. AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH:  Oh no, she has zero true experiences, because the fiancé arrangement is just a source of angst for her - something she did not choose for herself but simply accepted to go through for the well-being of her Group. She never saw herself into it due to his “asshole-ry” but she’s not the type who’d be down for small adventures or quite insignificant flirts. She commits, one way or another. So be warned. Red cranes only have a partner, jan... PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY:  Probably intimate, soft touching, stroking or playing with her hair  /  the other’s hair. Do you know how much care she puts on the beauty of her hair ?  Mitsuru letting someone else touch her curls would be a sign of complete trust and love. She’s not too fond of hugs or frequent contact per se unless she gets used to them, which may require time.  COMMITMENT LEVEL:  As I said before, she’d give all she can for her partner, and with no reserves. Almost to extreme levels, ahah. Her trust and love have to be conquered through tears and sweat. She will haunt your dreams and never forgive you if you don’t do the same for her and still proclaim yourself to be her second half. She’s not spoiled or anything - she’s definitely not a primadonna too. but she wants love and romance to be true if really pursued, all of it, 100%, and if you’re sure of it as she is, then why are you even bothering ?  She’s Mitsuru hecking Kirijo, my dudes.  OPINION ON PUBLIC AFFECTION:  Did someone order a flustered Mitsuru saying nonsense out of sheer frustration ?  If said public signs of affection are almost hidden, too-subtle-for-you or happening in not crowded spaces -- or simply at home, when no one can see her, then perhaps she may close an eye or two. She’s not as bold as that. Stroking of hands, very gentle hand-holding... that is alright, but kisses or anything more than that is seriously borderline for her... unless it’s somewhere closed and private where no one can see you.   PAST RELATIONSHIPS:  Well, Mitsuru ended the marriage agreement before it was too late like a true boss, so don’t test her, she’ll make you cry. Aside from that, nothing relevant as I said before – mc’s relationship with her might have happened but has never been confirmed and the fact it ends right a couple of days before Nyx will always irk me ahahah 

TAGGED:  stolen oleh TAGGING:  @sabazio  @enshijou  @aragakisan  and whoever

#(( hc ;; ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉˢˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵖʳᵉˢˢ )) #long post

[ren-c-leyn]

15 for 15

I was tagged by the lovely @a-story-im-writing. Thank you <3

15 for 15

Rules: pick a character from your WIP, and have them answer these fifteen questions - then the 15 people!

For this one, I’m going to use the MC from Illusion’s Edge. Why? I like her but rarely talk about that one.

1. What is your full name?

“I have no fucking clue, but if you have to call me something, call me Illusion. It’s kind of my name now.”

2. What does your full name mean?

“Something that you see but isn’t real. Kind of fitting for me, don’t you think?”

3. What are your other names/nicknames?

“Lu, Lusion, Girl, Fluffy Tails, Foxy, Host, Crazy Bitch, I have lots of them.”

4. What is your gender?

“Female.”

3. What is your sexuality?

“Oh? Are you interested?”

6. Where are you from?

“Don’t know, and anymore, I don’t care.”

7. How old are you?

“You listen about as well as Horizon does. I. Don’t. Know, okay? I have no memories of anything except the last three years.″

8. What is your magic form/ what species are you?

“Lokian, you know, from the planet Loki. Don’t look at me like that, the fox ears and three tails should have been a dead give away. Oh, is it the name? It’s the name, huh? Yeah, my writer isn’t too creative. She named all of her planets after various gods and monsters from old mythologies and then just added weird pre and suf-fixes to it all to make race names.”

9. What does your human form look like?

“Human? Never heard of them before.”

10. What’s your aesthetic?

“Stardust, asteroids, foxes, neon lights, smokey bar rooms, shady parts of cities, strangers clad in odd colors, the flashing lights of peacekeeper cars, the smell of rain on pavement, the weightless feeling of space, and coffee with cream and too much sugar.”

11. Who’s you’re best friend?

“Nova, even though she drags me into all kinds of trouble.”

12. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

“There’s not a lot left to pierce or put tats on. I mean, my arm and shoulder are artificial, my leg is artificial, the tips of one of my tails is artificial. Hells, what isn’t metal is either covered in fur or scars.”

13. When are you the happiest?

“When I’m flying the ship. Not in a dog fight, not in a hurry, just flying.”

14. What’s your biggest secret?

“Again, no memory. If I have secrets, and who doesn’t, I probably don’t remember the big ones. Like the one that’s got me sitting in so much trouble now.”

15. What was your first impression of ____?

“My first impression of Nova? Hyper, moody, talkative, weird, kind of funny in her own way. She was always hovering, always throwing everyone else out when their questions were bugging me. She bugged me a lot too, yeah, but it was a good kind of bugging. She wasn’t patient, but she was doing her best to help. They all were, but Nova was just there and wasn’t leaving until it was too late not to call her my best friend.”

Okay and since I played this one before with a different character, I don’t remember who all I tagged, so if you want to join, please do! I want to meet your charries.

#tag game #Illusions edge

[skyecrandall]

Pizza - Across The Void Short Fic

Book: Across The Void

Genre: Comedy

Featuring: Zekei, Pax, Eos and Nova

Number of words: 790

Summary: This fic is so short that I'll basically be listing the plot here. Just know it's a funny scene with pizzas included.

Notes:

1) MC is Nova and will be a they/them throughout the story. They can be any gender you want.

2) Hardcore Pizza lovers may get offended

3) If ever this somehow starts a fandom war, I didn't mean for it to happen.

Tagging: @wlwkateomalley and @alanakusumastan

Anyway. I hope you guys like it.

After a day training for their future exams, Zekei and Nova decide to rest up at Nova's house.

"Yeah you are right, we probably just need a few more training sessions and I'm sure we'll be able to ace the exams," said Nova as they entered the modest house.

Zekei was going to reply when his stomach started growling. Realising what happened, he started blushing.

"Let me prepare something real quick and we'll continue the conversation," said Nova with a small chuckle.

"Can't we order a pizza instead ? I don't want you to was time cooking," proposed Zekei.

Crap. Zekei said the cursed word. Pizza. That word has brought life long discord and pertubance to the Elara family. Nova’s only hope that everything stays normal now is if their siblings were absent. And unfortunately it was not the case...

"Did someone just mention pizza?" Said Eos who popped up from his room upstairs.

"Yay! Pizza! It's been a while since we had some,��� said Pax who came out of the bathroom at the same instant.

"Looks like pizza it is. What type of pizza do we want to order?" Asked Zekei innocently.

"I'm fine with anything as long as it has pineapples on it. I think a Hot Chicken Tropicaza would be amazing. Plus it has no ugly black olives," proposed Eos only for him to be stopped by Pax.

"Hold on right there! You are not putting those disgusting pineapples in there. I really don't understand how you can enjoy pineapple on pizza when also hate the best part of any pizza, the black olives. They simply taste so good. How about we forget those ugly pineapples and get ourselves a Beef L'Oliverie with extra lemon slices. It makes the olives taste even better," proposed Pax with a proud smile.

"Hell no! The only thing that taste worse than these are McSpacey's chicken drumsticks," replied the oldest sibling.

"Hey I actually love them!" Complained the younger sibling.

"That's probably why you look like one (link to what I’m referencing)" said Eos with a smirk.

"At least in not named after a pityful lip balm from the 21st Century," countered Pax.

"Wait, what?" Said Eos confused.

"Yeah what? Sorry Pax but we kind of lost you there," commented Zekei who had only been watching the drama silently from the side the whole time.

"Nevermind. We are having a Beef L'Olivier with extra Lemon Slices and that's it!" Roared Pax.

"No! We are having a Hot Chicken Tropicaza!" This time is was Eos.

"Beef L'Olivier!"

"Hot Chicken Tropicaza!"

"BEEF L'OLIVIER!"

"TROPICAZA!"

"Why don't we just make half of the pizza a L'Olivier while the other half would be a Tropicaza?" Proposed Zekei in an attempt to calm the two.

"NOOO!" Yelled both with an intense glare making Zekei retreat under the table.

The fight was going to continue when the door bell rang.

"Delivery boy from Natillicious Pizzas here. Please open the door," said the voice over the intercom.

"No need to worry guys. I'll get it," said Nova as they went to take the two huge pizza boxes and then bring it back to the kitchen.

"I knew you guys would fight yet again, so I took the liberty to command while you guys were fighting," said Nova.

"Woah. You are truly the best, Nova !" Said Zekei.

"Yeah! Anyway which one is the Beef L'Olivier?" Said Pax.

"Beef L'Olivier? I didn't order that," said Nova.

"Yes! That means two Hot Chicken Tropicazas. I love you so much Nova," said Eos with a victorious smile.

"I didn't order that either. I decided to order my favourite pizza instead," said Nova confused.

Instantly both of Nova's siblings looked at each other with a disgusted face and slowly left the kitchen while sulking.

"No way I'm eating that. I'm out of here," said Pax.

"I'm no longer in a mood for pizza. I'm going back to my room," said Eos.

"Well. That means more pizza for us Zekei. Here, you can have that full pizza," said Nova as they handed Zekei one of the pizza boxes.

"I guess bon appetit," said Zekei with a smile that slowly faded as he opened the box and saw the toppings on the pizza. It had your usual cheese and sauce.... but also banana slices, green peas and mayonnaise....

"I think I'll take it back home. I'm no longer hungry," said Zekei as he immediately closed the box and started heading towards the exists.

"Whatever fits you. See you afterwards Zekei," said Nova as they started eating their pizza.

"Yeah... sure..." said Zekei as he left and as soon as he was outside, he threw the pizza into the bin.

"Why is that family like that ..." he muttered to himself.

Woot. I hope you guys enjoyed the fic. I'm really liking ATV and it is really inspiring me to write. I may write more about it but it will likely be short writings since I also currently focusing on my end of year exams.

#playchoices #atv #across the void #choices atv #choices across the void #Eos Elara #Pax Elara #Zekei ughhhh something????

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If Jane Was Here (Noah’s POV) - Ch. 10

Summary: ILITW by Noah’s point of view. Previous chapters here

Author’s Note: all characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. From now on, I'll be writing with a gender neutral MC. I'll try to update all the previous character with the proper pronouns. And in next chapter the betrayal of our favorite beanie boy starts! [cries in emo]

Rating: PG-13 (language)

Pairing: Noah x MC

Word count: 2279

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Chapter 10 - I'm Not Scared

The nightmares kept coming, especially after Lily’s disconcerting text about the basketball game that happened that evening. Noah dreamed about Jane, Mr. Red, spiders and the darkness.

He woke up feeling more exhausted than when he went to sleep. He and Mom had a little argument, as usual, and he left for school. There, MC caught up with him as he walked up the front steps. They looked as tired as him.

“Wow, you look as bad as I feel. Didn’t sleep well?”

“Nightmares. You too?” – he nodded ruefully, rubbing his eyes.

“I can barely think straight. Pretty sure I called my mom a fascist for asking me to take out the garbage this morning.” – he said, as they stepped through the front doors.

As both of them walked down the hall, they spotted Andy walking in the opposite direction.

“Hey! How’re you holding up?” – MC asked the short boy.

“Hangin’ in there. How about y—”

“Hey, ‘King Kang’, you throw that game on purpose, or are you just an one-hit wonder?”

“But you’re glad those spiders showed up, huh? Nice excuse for ditching the game early!” – Andy flinched as the mocking voices shouted down the hall.

“Wha... Hey! You wanna say that to my face?!” – and then he walked past them, chasing the mocking laughter.

“We’ve gotta do something about this Mr. Red situation before one of us cracks.” – Noah observed.

“Well, I for one am done taking hits. It’s time we start hitting back.” – MC said with a determinated frown on their face.

“Yeah, totally!” – he felt slightly inspired by them. – “So uh... what do you want to do?”

“Homework.” – and then, they started furiously typing on their phone. Noah’s own phone vibrated inside his pocket. He fished it and read the group text.

MC: “ATTENTION LITTERALLY EVERYONE!”

MC: “Mr red is going to come after us all”

MC: “Which is definitely my fault and im sorry”

MC: “But I think we can all agree that we need to find a way to stop him”

MC: “Im going to the library tonight to get to the bottom of this”

MC: “To find some way to stop/banish/kill him.”

MC: “Can I count on you?”

Stacy surprisingly was the first one to text back:

Stacy: “I’ll be there.”

Noah: “You don’t have cheer practice or something?”

Stacy: “Duh, of course I do.”

Stacy: “But this is more important.”

Stacy: “C u after class!”

Noah would be lying if he said that the cheerleader’s text didn’t make him a little happier and hopeful.

He looked away from his phone screen. MC’s eyes were already on him and they had a small grin on their lips.

“We’re going to do this, Noah.”

“Yeah... we’re going...” – he couldn’t hold back a smile too.

The two teenagers kept walking down the hall and parted ways. He entered his Biology class and sat on his desk, when his cellphone suddenly buzzed on his hand. An audio blasted from the speakers �� which was weird, because Noah always left his phone on vibrate mode only – and a video started playing...

“I HATE my life! Everyone thinks we’re this perfect little family...” – he watched an angry Stacy shouting madly.

Uh, why he was watching it? He reopened the group chat:

Noah: “Anyone else’s phone acting weird? This video of stacy just started auto-playing at full volume”

Andy: “I got it too, and I’m p sure I just saw her run down the hall”

Andy:  “what’s going on?”

MC: “It was Mr. Red. Has to be. Somehow he got that video and sent it to everyone”

MC: “We’ve gotta watch each other’s back today. Something tells me he’s not done yet...”

Andy: “Speaking of, anyone seen Ava?” – hmm, Noah hasn’t.

MC: “I haven’t...”

MC: “You don’t think something happened?!”

Lucas: “Something did”

Lucas:  “But it wasn’t Mr. Red...”

Andy: “what do you mean?”

But Lucas never answered.

Noah haven’t seen any of his friends the whole day and they didn’t texted if they were going to be there at the library, but at least he got MC’s back. After school, he headed towards the Main Street and did his homework at the library while he waited until it was the meeting time.

MC entered the library and headed straight to him.

“Hey, Beanie Boy.” – they whispered at him.

“Hey. Glad to see that at least someone showed up.” – he greeted them back. They pulled the chair beside his and sat down.

“Of course I’d show up. It was me the one who called this meeting, did you forget?” – he rolled his eyes, making MC chuckle.

He appreciated that MC wasn’t much the talking type like him. Or maybe they was, but knowing that he wasn’t, they said nothing else and both of them fell into a comfortable silence.

The minutes passed and no one else arrived. MC started pacing anxiously around the library as Noah drummed his fingers on the table. Where the hell was everyone?

He was starting to feel frustrated and disappointed again.

“...Think anyone else will come?” – they murmured.

“I knew this was gonna happen. I just knew—” – then, before he finished that sentence, the door banged open and Lucas stormed in:

“I got suspended!”

“What? Why?” – MC asked in shock.

“Because even though I tried to do the right thing, Mr. Red is determined to ruin my life. Point is, if there’s anything in this library that can kill that bastard, Im gonna find it if it takes me all year.” – he stopped and looked around them. – “Where’s everyone else?”

“Here.” – they heard someone say.

Turning to the front door, they saw Andy walking with the girls following him. Stacy shuffled beside the Asian boy, her face red from crying. She dropped a half-eaten pint of ice cream in the trash.

“I hope you guys don’t mind if I just curl up on the floor in a ball.”

“As long as I can join you.” – Lily told the cheerleader, dropping a garment bag from the dress store over the back of a chair, before sighing heavily. – “Guys, I’m not so sure about Britney...”

“Wow. You guys... you actually came!” – Noah was surprised to see everyone there that he had to say it out loud. For the first time in years, he felt like he had their support. He had his friends back.

“Of course we came! Why wouldn’t we?” – Stacy looked confused at him. Lily grinned sheepishly:

“We need to stick together now more than ever.”

“Wow, this is getting dangerously close to group hug territory.” – with one hand still on the door, Ava tried to back out of the room, but Stacy grabbed her by the collar.

“Oh no you don’t.”

“You’re not escaping that easily.”

“Ugh. UGH.”

“You all made it...” – it was MC who said this. They was smiling widely. – “Group hug. Seriously.”

“Nooooo...” – Ava complained.

“Yes. Get in here.” – the boys chuckled as they watched MC and the girls hugging each other, with Ava sighing heavily and rolling her eyes the whole time.

“Seeeee? Not so bad.” – Stacy told her.

“Nope. I hate this. You’re all gross.”

“Aww... we love you too, Ava.” – Lily giggled.

“Okay. So here’s what comes next.” – MC said as they pulled out. – “We’re looking for anything we can find on Redfield, or his weird monsters. Or cults from the 1800s... Or coma epidemics followed by multiple deaths... Oh, or some guy named Goddard Filleus.”

Okay, that was oddly specific.

“Who’s that?” – Noah asked.

“A scholar who came to Westchester in the 1800s. He was looking for a monster that lived in the woods... and I think he found it.”

“How’d you hear about him?”

“A little Bird told me.” – they grinned at him. Whatever the hell they meant with it, Noah decided to stop asking questions and start looking for answers.

“Alright! That should be more than enough to crack this thing. Let’s get to it.” – Lucas said, looking excited for the first time in a long time.

But again, it was being useless. Hours had passed, the searching was being fruitless and morale was running low.

“We haven’t found anything on Mr. Red. Anyone have any bright ideas?” – MC asked, closing another ancient book.

“My idea-maker is fried. I haven’t eaten anything all day...” – Lucas said. – “...and I can’t stop thinking about pizza.” – Noah’s stomach growled.

“I’d settle for a cup of coffee... and maybe a new identity.” – Stacy looked as tired as him.

“I just want to go outside for a walk.”

“Pff. Okay, grandpa.” – Ava rolled her eyes to Andy. – “Personally, I just want to break something. Preferably with a hammer. And I do know a warehouse nearby where I can do just that.”

MC turned to Lucas.

“Hey, Lucas! It’s pizza time.”

“But what about—”

“Pizza. Time.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s go.” – he said, holding up his hands in defeat.

“Hey, make sure you bring enough to the class!” – Noah reminded them. He was starving too.

“Will do.” – MC winked at him as they and Lucas headed out.

The rest of the gang kept looking for something useful, but they got nothing. After twenty minutes, MC and Lucas were back.

“Did anyone ordered pizza?” – the Class President looked a litte less tense.

“Hell yeah!” – Andy shouted excited. The librarian shushed him. She was already being kind enough to let them eat inside.

As they dived into their pizzas – which were delicious –, Noah saw MC walking out with Ava. He wondered where in Westchester would there be a warehouse where you could just break stuff. Maybe he should ask its address to Ava later.

Ava and MC returned after a while.

“Come on, Stacy.”

“Huh?”

“You. Me. Coffee. Now.” – MC grinned at her. The cheerleader giggled.

“Gosh, how can I refuse such an eloquente invitation?”

“Can you bring me a chai?” – Lily asked them.

“Sure. Everybody text us your orders.”

They returned after other fifteen minutes. Noah’s iced coffee was great, and he felt a little energized with it.

He watched as MC and Andy left the library for a walk while he sipped on his drink. Unconsciously, his eyes would always follow and search for MC in a crowd.

“Don’t you want to take a break too, Noah?” – Lily asked him.

“Nah. I think it’s better if I keep on searching.” – he shrugged. And, to be honest, he was happy to be there, reunited with his friends.

Andy and MC soon rejoined them.

“All right, let me at those books!” – MC said, plopping down on the chair next to him. Their energy was so infectious that everyone seemed revitalized, attacking their tasks with renewed enthusiasm.

“Ooh! I just remembered there’s a rare books room in the back. Someone want to check it out with me?” – Lily proposed. Ava nodded.

“Aw yeah, if there are any ancient tomes of dark and forbidden magic in this place, that’s where they’ll be.”

“Need someone to help carry? I feel like I could lift about twenty books right now.”

“Only twnety? I thought your record was twenty-five.” – Stacy teased Andy, who rolled his eyes, still grinning.

“Let me know if you see ‘Volume II of Westchester Through the Ages’ back there. I’m almost through Volume I.” – Lucas asked the trio before they headed to the back of the library.

Noah nudged MC by his side with his elbow.

“Pass me that book, wouldja?” – he couldn’t contain a smirk too.

“Sure thing.” – they gave him the book and they dove back into research with contented smiles on their faces.

A while later, Noah heard Lily and MC talking about a children’s book. Andy approached them, telling something about a Mud Dude story.

“That’s the dirt monster! The thing that attacked me in my room!” – MC said, shock in their face. The rest of the gang clustered around them, Lily and Andy to look. They flipped through pages of unfamiliar illustrations and poems.

“’Never trust a bear’?”

“’Spiders, Snakes and Slimy Things’?” – Lucas and Stacy read some of the titles. Noah caught one too.

“’How to Teach a Dead Dog Tricks’? What kinda freaky kids’ book is this?” – he certainly had never saw or heard about it before.

MC flipped the book over to its cover, reading its title out loud:

“’Things That Live in the Woods. Poems and Drawings by... Cora Pritchard’?” – uh, that name rang a bell.

“Why does that sound so familiar?” – Lily asked, looking at her friends’ faces. Ava suddenly jumped by her side.

“I know that name! Cora Pritchard... That’s Pritch the Witch!”

“How would some old crackpot know about all this stuff?” – Noah asked her. But it was MC who answered him:

“I don’t know... but I know one way to find out.”

He saw that determined expression on their face. He knew excatly what they meant.

“We going where I think we’re going?” – MC nodded at him.

“Time to pay Pritch the Witch a visit.”

Noah and Lily shared a worried look, but they all agreed that they had to go to the old woman’s house. At least they were all going to do it. Together.

They climbed on Stacy’s and Lucas’ cars and they drove to a gravel road on the city outskirts.

“Why are we stopping?” – Andy asked from the passenger sit as Stacy parked and shut off the engine.

“There’s a gate. We’re gonna have to walk.”

“Yeah, sure, why not? How could anything bad happen to a bunch of teens all alone in the woods in the night?” – Noah said sarcastically from the backseat.

Then, he felt something warm on his hand. He looked to his side and MC looked back at him. They nodded at him, squeezing his hand slightly. That somehow was reassuring and he felt brave enough to go face Pritch the Witch.

They all piled out of Stacy’s car. Lily, Ava and Lucas did the same from his.

“So... can we just... go in?” – Lily asked, nervoulsy glancing to the woods around them.

“I’m not sure... What does that sign say?” – Lucas said, narrowing his eyes, trying to read it. Ava scrutinized the hand-painted sign partially obscured by a branch:

“Trespassers will be...’” – she lifted the branch. – “’...sacrificed’?”

“Cool. Cool cool cool.” – Noah said, as if saying it out loud would actually turn it cool and not just freaking terrifying like it was.

It wasn’t cool.

All of them tensed, sharing nervous glances.

“We’ve come this far. We can’t give up now.” – MC said, with that brave face of theirs.

Lucas held up the gate’s rusty iron chain, letting everyone duck underneath it. The gang walked deeper into the woods, surrounded by the sound of the wind. None of them said anything and Noah walked the whole way there with one hand around MC’s forearm. He felt less scared feeling their presence right next to him.

A few minutes later, they crouched in the brush outside a run-down cabin. Smoke curled from the chimney. Amber light flickered from the windows.

“Who wants to be the brave one?” – he whispered to his friends.

“I’d do it... but I don’t wanna.” – Andy whispered back.

“What if the stories are true? What if she cooks us into little clay coffins?!” – Lily was just about to freak out. Noah didn’t blame her. He wanted to get the hell out of there the minute Stacy parked the car.

...Actually, the minute MC proposed them to go there. That was the most stupid idea they have ever had.

“Maybe we can peek inside?”

“I’ll take a look.” – Ava told Lucas. Everyone turned to watch her, who remained motionless.

“...Well?” – Stacy asked.

“...Any second now.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll knock on the door.”

“MC, wait!” – Noah said, but MC was already stepping into the clearing and climbing the porch steps. They lifted their arm and knocked on the door, but got no answer. – “Hello? M-Miss Pritchard?” – they knocked again, harder, but still no answer. – “Huh. Hey guys, I don’t thinks she’s—”

But as they turned away from the door, a creature suddenly slank out from around the back. The moss creature growled at the group, ready to attack.

“Holy crap!” – Andy shouted.

“Watch out, MC!” – Lucas told them as they backed away, rejoining them. The creature stalked forward, teeth bared.

“What do we do? MC, WHAT DO WE DO?!” – Stacy yelled, freaking out. Noah was pretty sure that he had just shitted his pants.

“I...”

But then the cabin door swang open, revealing a thin figure silhouetted against the light inside.

“Holy crap... it’s her...” – the beanie boy gasped, recognising Pritch the Witch.

The old woman looked over the group... then scowled.

“Looks like we’ve got some tresspassers. You’ve got thirty seconds to tell me what yer business is... before I let my dog rip you to pieces.”

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