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introloves · 4 years

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Hey there Jax! Could you do a drabble imagine/scenario of Hinata coming home to his s/o after coming back from Brazil and he's just starving for them in every way. Hard dom Hinata but he's so praising cuz he missed and loves their s/o so much 🥺❤️

I love all your writings btw! Have a great day and be safe Jax (*＾3＾)/～♡

IM FERAL OVER HIM LOVE BRAZIL HINATA....

— f! reader + hard dom / soft dom! hinata + praise + a very desperate pair of adults who r very horny over each other

wc; 1.5k 😭

it was the sound of something falling that had woken you up. it was shoyo’s day of return and you had planned to take a quick nap in order to stay awake for him but apparently overslept.

you sat up, heart thumping in fear.

“Y/N?” hinata’s voice rang out loud and excited, letting you know he was home.

it was your boyfriend, shoyo was home! making a mad dash to him you responded back with the same enthusiasm.

he caught you in his arms as you ran up, squeezing his arms around you so tightly it almost hurt but you didn’t wanna pull away. he swayed with you back and forth, laughing as he just held you.

tears pooled in your eyes at the happiness.

god you had missed him so much, his warmth, smile, the vibrant colors of his hair and eyes.

“missed you. missed you so bad.” he rasped, eagerly moving his hands to roam down to your ass.

he should have been tired, should have been worn down from the trip, but seeing you and feeling you from behind a soft camisole and tiny sleeping shorts- same shorts he missed moving to the side to fuck you- regenerated him.

he felt like he could run several miles, your shaky breath spreading goosebumps and warmth down his body.

he felt you cry, knowing you missed him just as fiercely.

“it’s okay baby. i’m here.” hinata cooed, letting you cling to him.

“missed you so much.” you whispered, and he laughed.

“not as much as i did angel. c’mon, let me take care of you, yeah?” he questioned, unable and not wanting to depart from you. you nodded, needing the proximity. with warm and rough hands, the trek to your bedroom began.

he laid you down, hands at your waist to grip you tightly. he felt feverish, cheeks reddening as all the blood circulating his body pumped to his crotch.

overexcited like a teenaged boy.

“fuck. i really missed you.” hinata murmured, slotting himself between your legs.

it didn’t take long for your body to respond to the way he was looking down at you, tanned skin looking so good over all the new muscles and thickness he attained during his trip.

he looked like something born from the sun, looked like someone who built those muscles (the ones he used to currently wrap your legs around his waist) from sheer hard work and dutiful repition.

your shoyo was a man.

he was a man hungry for you, overcome with longing from not seeing you for tortuous months.

the first meeting of his hips against you made him hiss, dizzy at the way he could feel you throb.

his hand couldn’t compare to that wet heat he remembered fucking so well. your calls and pictures- videos were the only thing that had kept him sane. he had always came with the thought of you waiting for him when he got back home to you.

“did you miss me baby?” he teased, humping you, trying to find your clit as his cock split your puffy lips, dampening your shorts even more.

you whimpered, the end of it pitching up as he kept his pace fast and desperate.

‘there it is!’ he thought when your knee met his hip, jolting back.

“missed you so much.” you responded, unable to say more before he hastily tugged your shorts off, the movement bringing you down slightly.

“shoyo!” you hissed at the burn of cloth swiping down your legs.

“ah, sorry angel.” he offered a quick apology, panting like a dog once he catches just a glance at your naked pussy.

“fuck. fuck. fuck.” he chanted, hooking his thumbs at his waistband. you mirrored his need when you saw his hard cock spring out, red and already glistening as precum fell freely from the slit. he was so wet he looked like he had already cum and you salivated. you took into notice the once pale skin of his dick matched the equally sun kissed, tanned parts of him.

he could see you clench, hips bucking up into the air at the thoughts swimming in your head, it had to be something you thought up, he wasn’t touching you.

“what’re you thinking about pretty girl.” he wondered, a tight hand pumping his dick in preparation, squeezing what he could from himself to wet his dick, so he wouldn’t hurt you, it was going to be a tight fit.

“you tanned in the nude?” you panted, thinking that it shouldn’t affect you this badly.

“ah, yeah. oikawa ‘nd me hit up a nude beach.” he smiled bashfully.

“god. please fuck me already.” you groaned, eyes rolling back, trying to reach for him.

hinata would have normally complied, but he was filled with so much energy, so happy, so excited to finally be with you again he had to expend some of it in order to not absolutely ruin your poor cunt on the first night back.

the look you give him when he slaps his fat tip against your clit is priceless, the shake of your thighs with each tap has his lips curl up.

“shoyo?” you question, voice trembling.

he doesn’t look up from your pussy, choosing instead to pass a reddened cockhead down to your folds, running up and down till he makes contact with your fluttering hole, pushing in just a little- just enough to make you intake breaths of sharp air.

“g-god please shoyo!” its a desperate plea, you’re so wet its dripping down to your bed, throbbing with pure need.

he sushes you, you dont notice the hard clench of his teeth. don’t notice the heavy breathing leaving his mouth, tense shoulders constricting with a control he just barely had.

angling your hips down, moving with desperation as you press more of him into you is a display of just how hazy your minds gotten with the need to have him fill you.

its something he wasnt ready for by the sounds of him groaning, snapping his teeth down to hiss out filthy words.

there’s a sigh playing on your lips, but it turns into a noise of sharp surprise when he pushes in all the way.

“h-hah!”pained wheezes leave you, the burn he brings is felt all the way up your neck, swirling at the where he’s fit himself.

you’re kicking at him, knees picking up off the bed, but they’re pinned down before he moves to hold your thighs open, moving the fat there as much at it gives.

“wanted to prep you baby, wanted to take you slow c-cause its been such a long time.” hinata hisses, eyes zeroed in on where youre rhythmically clenching down, trying, just trying to adjust to his girth.

“but look at what you did.” he spits. he wants to kiss the tears prickling at your eyes away but it’s obvious the time apart made you forget your place.

“s-sorry i’m sorry.”

youre shaky, still reeling from being that stuffed so soon. but he was right, he was the one who took care of you, made sure to leave you properly fucked out, you just missed him.

your words have him calm down just a little, makes him bend down to kiss your cheek,

“its alright. its going to be okay.” he tells you, and you know it is, even when hes making you cry you know he knows how much you can take.

he doesnt begin until sees you smile, sees the way your eyes form little moons when he entangles both hands into yours, pushing them to rest right above your head.

hes so in love it makes him dizzy, punches air from between his lungs when you start your keening. telling him how much you missed him, how your little fingers don’t compare to the fatness of his dick, they dont bring the same burn or fullness as him.

your words have a fire build right at the pit of his stomach, has him do everything he can to make you cum.

hes missed it, missed your thighs shaking around the trunk of his own, missed the sound of your pussy squelching, missed how sweet his name sounds tumbling from your lips.

“shoyo, shoyo, i’m cumming. i’m cumming.” the words are rushed and all but piercing, he knows you are. you’d been clenching down on him real hard for quite some time now.

and like a good boyfriend he fucks you through it, moving your entangled hands to meet above your head, wrapping your wrist in one of his, letting him press a thumb to your clit.

he wants it all, hinata wants you to beg for him to stop because you can’t take how good it feels.

and you do, the stickiness of your cum agaisnt his still moving hips makes you whimper, rolling your hips side ways to try and calm him down.

“s-stop, ‘s toomuch.” you babble, thanking him for listening when he stops.

he thinks there’s nothing better than how youre still fluttering around him,

“been gone too long.” he states, frowning just a bit when you look up at him with questioning eyes.

“you used to take me longer.”

hes right, you shiver when you realize that he’d just have to fuck you stupid to be able to take the unwavering force of him as he is now, eyes widening when you recall the way he’d have you squirt and gush with every orgasm he’d pull from you when you first started dating.

but you dont shy away, knowing that with his stamina, you wont be able to move tomorrow.

a pain you missed so so so much.

“mhm,” you sigh, feeling the burn of overstimulation fade,

“looks like you got some work to do, shoyo.”

that he does, but you’re made for him, he knows it.

so shoyo picks your legs up, dead set on showing you that you are.

#hinata #hinata shoyo #hinata smut #haikyuu smut #hinata x reader #hinata x reader smut #hinata x you #hinata x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#smut #requests #asks #— no face. 🐉

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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Guys, idk how to tell you this, but we’re nearing the end. I mean, i’m gonna write more smaller pieces and maybe another long one in the future, but this one specifically is ending soon

@petrichormeraki

Mumbo walked down a hallway behind Drista. It looked like something Scar would have made as it looked more like a decorated underground tunnel than anything else. Stones of different types lined the walls and some vines and grass were present here and there. He kept trying to ask questions to pass the time, but Drista always shushed him.

Since he couldn’t really have a discussion with her, he just looked at the walls around then that looked worn by time. Some ores were present in the walls, though they weren’t any Mumbo recognized. When he looked away from them, the redstoner could see what looked like the tunnel widening up ahead, likely to a room or sorts, though based on their surroundings, it could be more along the lines of a cavern.

He was right as when they stepped out of the tunnel, the ceiling was still made of rocks, but the room itself was filled with life. Trees of varieties he had never seen before littered the area. Leaves of blue purple and gold were scattered around and hanging on the trees. Flowers of every color. A small pond to the side, small lily pads covering a good portion of the surface. It was beautiful.

“Alright, a couple of the fam are headed over here to talk with you. Don’t go wandering around because this place is like a labyrinth and you don’t have the ability to get out yet.”

“You sound like you’re going to leave me here.”

“Cuz I am.” And with that Drista ran off down another tunnel that connected into the room. With nothing to do but wait, Mumbo wandered around the cavern, trying to not stray too far from where they had entered. He really decided to stay close when he saw what he thought was an armor stand wearing armor, slumped against a wall. When he got closer and noticed the skeleton within that was obviously not a reanimated monster, he made sure to run back and stay in place.

After he started to become a bit restless again, Mumbo was slightly glad to see people approaching him. All of them wore some sort of mask, which unsettled the redstoner a little bit, but he remembered how Drista and Dream had worn some of their own, so it must have been a Vault God thing. Come to think of it, Grian also showed off a Watcher mask once. Did these higher beings just wear masks?

“We do indeed. It hides the self and keeps us separated from those we… work with.” A chill went up Mumbo as he realized that they had just read his mind. “Yes, another reason for the mask, though that enchantment could be placed on anything.”

“Should I just ask questions in my mind then?” Mumbo asked, now trying to keep his mind empty.

“Nah, just Song being cryptic and stuff.” A new voice spoke from the Vault Gods and one wearing a mask that resembled a turtle slapped the back on the head of one wearing a mask decorated in music notes. “We can control it easy enough, some people just get used to various powers and tend to overuse them.”

Mumbo sighed in relief at the casual tone from turtle mask. He had no clue what to expect from whoever he would meet and assumed they would be very strict and cold people. “I see. Well, speaking of powers…” He trailed off, not sure how exactly to ask.

“Drista’s kept me updated.” Another new voice spoke. They gave a small wave when Mumbo tried to figure out who was speaking. He had to shift a little to see them properly, but taking a step to the side, the redstoner would see their mask which seemed to be a generic green alien. “You don’t want to be a Vault God, but you used your powers out of necessity.”

“I shouldn’t have any to begin with!” Mumbo argued. “I said no the last time Drista showed up and they went away. It wasn’t until I found Dream that anything happened again.”

It was quiet after he shouted, long enough that Mumbo was beginning to worry he shouldn’t have said anything.

“That does change things.” Someone in an earth mask stepped forward. “Due to Dreamon’s work with the abandoned Watcher he obtained.”

“His name is Grian.”

“Yes, that one. He was able to shield his world from the sight and hearing of both us and the Watchers. His abundance of power is likely what pulled yours out again, not true willingness.”

“Are you saying you can do something about it? I don’t want to be one of you. Grian’s a Watcher and he’s told me many times that your magics don’t mix. I lo- We’re… really close to each other. I don’t know what I would do if us being around each other caused problems.”

Again, there was silence from the Vault Gods. This time Mumbo wondered if, being able to read minds, they were communicating telepathically. “I suppose there is something that could be done.” One of them finally spoke up and Mumbo sighed in relief. “Masks are usually used as a limiter, that is due to enchantments, but others could be placed on it so it has the opposite effect.”

“That being?” Mumbo asked.

“It can be so that only when used will you be able to access your self as a Vault God. That being said, to do that, more than just powers would need to be sealed within the mask.”

“I would be able to stay around Grian though?” Mumbo asked, not caring about any side effects if it would get him what he was after.

One in a mask that seemed to house an entire galaxy spoke up next. “Yep, pretty much any Watcher if you really wanted to. I mean, doubt you’ll be around many, but hey, if you help out when we have to deal with… or I guess work with other Watchers, it would help.”

“Then I’ll do it.”

“Ey Big Geeeeee!” Tommy burst into the room, followed by Grumbot who had led him there. “Tubbo went with Sparklez to go see some of his family. Meaning time for you and I to get back into things. What are you thinking? New normal war to teach people things? Invitations to the upside down? Take people on base tours and blow their minds? Or maybe we go with the tried and true chicken bombings?”

Grian just rolled over in bed. “Noooo. I wanna go but everything’s catching up to meeee. I’m a messssss.”

“Dad is feeling sick from bad magic that was left over in your world.”

Tommy sat down and slumped. “Great, another thing Dream messed up. Can’t you just do some shit to get rid of it and be better already? The longer we wait, the less fun it might be.”

Grian gave a small hum as a signal that he heard Tommy. “Yeah. Left it on a table. Mask I was wearing when you stabbed me.” He pointed in a general direction and Tommy left to grab it. While he waited, Grian curled up more, wrapping his wings around himself. He was glad that the feathers helped muffle the sound around him which was starting to give him a headache. Stupid living base that you could hear everywhere.

When Tommy returned, he tugged gently on one of Grian’s wings. Because of the avian’s current state, he panicked and hit Tommy away with the wing. The blond was pushed back, glad his armor negated whatever damage that would have caused. “Sorry for startling you. I found it.”

Grian took the white mask from Tommy and put it on, glad that it started to block out whatever was making him feel sick. “Oh, that’s much better. So, what were your ideas again?”

Grian, Tommy and the bots were enjoying themselves as they returned to Mumbo’s base. Jrumbot was admiring the diamonds he had scammed someone out of while Grumbot put away the last of the discs he had been playing around, making sure he couldn’t be seen while they played, confusing whoever heard them. Tommy had emptied a shulker box of eggs onto the smp island and Grian had placed signs all over the place with cryptic messages.

“Oh man. We need to get Mumbo and get him to drag some people into Hermit Challenges.” Grian said through his laughter.

“I dunno. Me and him aren’t really on the best terms right now.”

“I know, but that’s exactly why you should do it. It’ll give you the chance to clear the air and ask why he was so upset.”

“Daddy yelled at us too.” Jrumbot looked up briefly from his diamonds. “Auntie Stress took us to see him but he got upset and wanted us to leave.”

“I wasn’t able to get a good look, but he had seemed scared. People tend to have different reactions when they are scared. Some get angry, others panic, even more just hide it.”

Grian picked Grumbot up in one arm and nuzzled him. “And we’ve all been through a lot so we know that. Mumbo hasn’t been through nearly as much. It would be better if it never happened, but the fact that it took so long is a good sign.”

“I guess.” Tommy responded, but he still seemed upset.

Just before they reached Mumbo’s base again, there was a burst of energy that came from it and Grian narrowed his eyes behind his mask. “They were told to stay in your world.” Then before Tommy could ask what Grian meant, the Watcher set the bots down and shot up into the sky so fast he left some feathers behind.

He scanned the base until he spotted a figure and dove towards it, landing nearby. “You shouldn’t be here. This is Watcher claimed. Get out before I make you!” He almost growled at them. He was prepared to shove them through a rift to send them to smp island and then throw them through the portal when the figure turned.

They wore a familiar suit, except for the fact that it was stained a bright red color. They wore a metal mask with piercing red eyes, and most importantly, a mustache. “Grian.”

Grian’s eyes widened. “M-Mumbo…” The Watcher felt himself start to cry. This couldn’t be happening. Mumbo had said no. Why would he change his mind? And he had protected Mumbo so this could never happen? So why had it? “Mumbo… please… why? Why would you-”

He didn’t get to continue as Mumbo pulled the mask off his face and discarded it by letting it drop to the ground. He followed it, collapsing to the floor and Grian rushed to him. Before he could do anything though, he noticed the lack of any foreign energy in the air. “Oh Mumbo… I’m sorry I thought you said yes.”

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #tommyinnit #grian #grian xelqua #watcher!grian #avian!grian #mumbo jumbo #vault god!mumbo #grumbot #jrumbot #grumbo #drista #vault gods (vault hunters)

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abloomntime · 3 years

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A Bloom In Time Ch10 Fixing One Problem At A Time P2

The silence went on for a long time while the red headed woman laid down on the bed. Blue eyes blankly staring off at nothing, have a numb glazed over look. Her mind a complete blank as she laid upon the bed just ....staring and doing nothing. After a little bit one of the children pulled the blanket back over her to be nice, but she didn't even react when they did do and just continued to lay there. She had reacted quite strangely after Hattie told her she had been frozen to death for over a thousand years-

"W-Wha-....." The older woman blinked at the concerned looking children who looked like they were scared to continue the truth. "T-That's ridiculous! I-I couldn't-....There's NO WAY!!! I w-w-would still be dead then if that's the truth!"

"I told you! Snatcher brought everyone in the mansion back to LIFE when he broke my 'magic thingy'," she explained for probably the FIFTH time already. Even Snatcher being an old noodle, understood what she said the first time...But maybe it was just because he was out in the world for those thousand years and got to see things develope on his planet, while Poppy was a frozen statue along with a whole bunch of other people for a long, long time. So she guessed Poppy WOULDN'T know much of her surroundings after so long. But she gave up saying time piece and said magic thingy instead cuz that's what she kept calling them anyways. "You were probably a frozen statue along with everyone else. But now you're free! You're ok."

Yeah she was......But what about everyone else? Her parents. Her friends. All the adorable little children who'd come and buy flowers from her. All those innocent people in her village. Her precious little flowers. That flower stand she worked SO hard to get when she was still a teenager. She worked so many nights and days in her father's potatoe fields, and fruit trees, constantly getting sweaty and dirty, sore all over and covered in sunburns from the heat...Just to be paid a few pons at a time until she had enough to buy a small space in the square and begged her father to help her build the small stand to hold all her flowers so she could sell them. She was proud of her work, and felt liked she earnt the right to have what she always wanted.To bring the happiness to everyone giving them the gift of the beauty of flowers....And all of that was just now-....Gone. Completely utterly gone. One thousand YEARS gone. All because of one woman. Poppy didn't have any energy to cry. Maybe because it was shock. Maybe because there was too much emotions swarming in her head right now. Maybe it was because she had trouble processing this entire thing but she just laid there staring quietly at the wall. Yeah...she was ok...they didn't have a chance. The two children had been worried after almost twenty minutes of the grown woman doing this and Bow once asked after a while if she wanted more cookies. Still more silence. At one point Hattie left real quick to grab herself a cookie or two remembering she didn't get to eat breakfast at all, and came back to the same thing s before with Poppy staring at the wall blinking every few seconds, and Bow now sitting on the giant trunk at the end of the bed with her head in her hands.

"Anything?"

Bow shook her head. "No. I said her shoes were dry now, but she still didn't move." She nodded towards the now dry shoes laying a little ways from them. "I don't think this is good.''

Hattie hummed and took a bite of the chocolate chip cookie in her hands. This was a problem. She must've been upset, or maybe she was just tired?? She didn't know, she wasn't a grown up.....Her eyes widened with a sudden realization. Grown up problems required ANOTHER grown up right?? Well who was the best grown up she knew who always dealt with problems? A certain purple noodle ghost of course!! She smiled and snapped her fingers Bow jolting at the snap sound before watching as Hattie shoved the rest of the cookie in her mouth and bounded over to the bed chewing said snack. The Hat wearing gal popped her head right in front of Poppy's blankly staring one and smiled widely!

"Hey! I know who can help! Snatcher can!! He's really, REALLY old too and he should what to do!! He's ALWAYS having problems!!" Poppy still remained quiet....but ever so slowly her eyes steered down to the little girl and Hattie nearly jumped back. Well at least she caught some kind of response outta her. "Come on! He had to deal with being frozen and Vanessa just like you!" .......He did? Did that mean that.....whoever this snatcher was....he was....like her? .....But then how was this ghost this child's father? Nothing was adding up. But Hattie didn't stop and only persisted by reaching over the bed and tugging on Poppy's upper arm trying to get the grown woman to budge. "COME ON!! Don't be a lazy peckneck! Grown ups are so weird!!"

.......Silently, the still blank faced woman slowly sat up startling the little girl into letting go and falling on her behind. The two children watched her as she numbly pushed herself up half way from the bed, blanket half falling off and giving Hattie a look. It wasn't too blank anymore, still dead panned but she saw some kind of spark behind them now.

"How can a ghost help me? He's already dead isn't he?," she asked in almost a whisper.

Hattie blinked and shook her head, "I just said he's really old! Maybe he can help you? I don't know. But come on! I can't help but I know he can!"

She still stared silently at her for a long time ...before sighing. She didn't see why not. She already met her queen turned into a monster, and two aliens. Why not a ghost too? It's not like her situation could get any worse either. A thousand years frozen, brought back to life, lost everything, alone.....And no way back. Whoever this snatcher ghost was, he sounded like a decent spirit at least if he took care of this child who was kind enough to rescue her.....So he couldn't be all bad right? She's never met a ghost before.

With another sigh she looked to the child. "I really don't have much of a choice do I?"

Instead of answering, Hattie got up and ran towards the pillow mountain where Poppy and Bow had left her umbrella laying there, they would need that if she wanted to get them both down to the Subcon Forest in one piece. Poppy sure took her time shrugging off the blanket, and putting on her now dry shoes, which Bow was nice enough to fetch for her. Hattie came back and encouraged her to hurry before running back over to the telescope. There was a reason this particular telescope was in her bedroom, and that being because it lead to her favorite place in the whole time n space places she's been. She looked through the seeing eye hole and sure enough, Subcon forest showed up right in front of her and she smiled. The trains tracks small but a little visible at least, and for a brief moment she wondered if Snatcher had actually been able to get them all to the train station yet. Sure it was at least three miles, but she was sure if they ran (Snatcher made them ran) or if he just got tired of yelling at them to run and just teleported them there(which was also very likely), he'd already be back! Which was exactly what she was hoping. Bow was sure coming this time too because the curly hair girl was already grabbing the extra umbrella and politely encouraging Poppy to numbly step off the bed and slowly follow her over to Hattie who just now looked up to them with a bright smile.

"Did you see Snatcher?," Bow asked.

Hattie shook her head. "No. This telescope isn't strong enough to see that far to the ground. We have to go look." She smiled as Poppy had finished putting on the other shoe and shuffled up to the girls who offered her hand. "We have to go down there to find him! You can hold my hand if you want."

Poppy rose a brow at her, not taking her hand. "Another transportation spell?"

The child again shook her head. "It's not a spell! My Telescope teleports me! We can teleport you too!" Without asking she grabbed Poppy's hand and tugged her right next to Bow who already posted her daker blue umbrella at the telescope that jumped a little bit, already charged up and ready to go. She pointed her umbrella at the telescope and made sure to increase her grip on Poppy's hand with her insane alien strength. Didn't want her to accidentally slip away and hurt herself. "Watch this!"

Before Poppy could protest or do anything, with a stretching lightheaded feeling they were already used too by now, the telescope teleported her down to the purple spooky part of the planet and she shot down in a beam of light. A few seconds later she landed in a random part of the subcon forest with dead trees and glowing mushrooms everywhere-....Oh wait! This was one of the dirt paths leading up to Snatcher's home. She breifly wondered if this was the same path Snatcher started marching all those people down. After a moment, a flash of white light popped in the sky above her just a little bit and a moment later a WHOOSH noise sounded out as Bow popped open the umbrella and soon the small child was floating down to the dirt path a little ways in front of her. Smiling, Hattie ran towards the spot Bow was floating down to and watched patiently as her feet landed safely on the dirt and the other girl closed her umbrella looking around the familiar forest of dead trees, fog, and lots of creepy purple colors. Very homey.

"Do you think he's here?," Bow asked blinking and looking down the path most likely towards the ghost's home.

Hattie nodded. "Yeah. I can tell." She looked around and then up towards the tops of the trees with a smile. Usually there was crows in the trees or spiders low to the ground when there wasn't anything bigger or more dangerous than them. Which the only thing it could've been was Snatcher or Moonjumper, but since it was still daytime(around maybe early noon), there was only one other person big enough to scare the spiders bigger than herself. Snatcher of course, he was already scary and it was easy to tell if he was here by the forest's aura. "Come on. I'm sure, he's really close, Poppy!" He ran a little ways down the path before slowing......and walking.....before stopping completely and turning around. Bow was still standing where she landed and was looking around too.

"......Miss Poppy?," she called out looking around the trees that silently stared back, no answers except for the spooky sounds of the wind rustling through the dead branches, and the creaking would. And maybe a frog or owl here and there. Her face immediately became worried as she glanced around more and her eyes became wide. "....MISS POPPY?!" She called louder and still received no answer as Hattie made her way back up to her and the panicked child looked at her. "Where did she go?!"

Hattie looked just as worried and confused now. "But-....She was just here!" And Snatcher's traps weren't anywhere around this area, she was just holding her hand a minute ago. "What happened?!"

"I don't know! I thought you had her!"

"But she was right behind me!"

"No she's not!!"

Hattie snapped her head back around as the creepy woods still silently mocked her back. Where did she go?! She was right here beside her! She held her hand all the way down, and she's transported people just like her and Bow to her ship and back all the time. Unless-....Space traveling was always easy when she transported Cooking Cat or Conductor, but they were the same size as her....Poppy was a full grown woman the size of Snatcher in his human form...She would've weighed more than Cookie or Donductor or herself. And transporting someone by holding her hand was different than giving her the umbrella to take her away like last time.....OH NO!! Hattie's hands suddenly gripped her hat and panicked. She must've accidentally let her slip from her and hadn't noticed because of the light and fast travel!! Immediately the worst case scenarios played in her mind. She could've gotten hurt! What if she fell into the swamp!? What if she accidentally came across the fire fox spirits or cursed headless statues?! What if she got stuck in a tree?! Or....HOLY PECK!! What if she fell into one of Snatcher's traps or ran into him and she wasn't there?! Snatcher wouldn't know Poppy would've been taken there by them!! She'd be doomed to sign his contract if she didn't find her before she did!! Or get to Snatcher and explain to him what happened first!! She hopped from foot to foot real fast before turning to Bow panicking even more!!

"W-We gotta find her come on!!"

Hattie suddenly started running down the path again but this time in a state of panick and fear shouting for Poppy. Bow following behind repeating a chorus of 'oh, peck oh, peck oh, peck'.

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The silence of the forest was a sign of danger. As the monster made his way back within the gloomy depths of his home. Spiders cowered as they climbed up their webs in a desperate attempt to escape any terrible fate the ruler might decide for them one day. Crows cawed and took to the air and scattered, leaving multiple black feathers floating slowly towards the black cursed dirt. Even the fire spirits would put up barriers to keep him away if they felt like it. His power great and his famous dealings more fearful. The best way to avoid him was to just not enter the forest, but for those who do they should heed the warnings of silence, alerting the prescence of the dead king. Slithering through the trees like a snake, scowl on his face. Clearly not in the mood for ANY kind of adventures. He was tired, very cranky, and wanted to not be bothered. Which was a dangerous combo if a tresspasser wondered in at that moment. Which is exactly why he told the kid to wait until he came to check on her, he wanted some time to himself and to relax after a stressful day and a half. No doubt he would be scolded by Moonjumper later anyways.

"BOSS!! YOU'RE BACK!!"

The long ghost loomed out through the tree line and towards the lit inside of his home and immediately he was swarmed by his curious minions. Looking at him and most likely confused about the entire fiasco, but he was def not in the mood to explain himself especially to his subjects.

"Did you get those fools there already?,'' one asked as they toddled after him.

Snatcher waved him off. "Nah. Found one of those owls heading there half way through. Something about being needed on set. Made him take the rest of the pecknecks there. Good riddance!" He mumbled the rest the rest of what he said and sighed at the familiar trusty tree. It was good to be home after such a scattered day. ...AND OH!! What was this? There was a small bush on his chair, the bush stretched and made a sound just like a cat before purring and rolling onto his side. Snatcher gave a smile immediately at that, and reached a hand over. His clawed hand slightly shook before it made contact with the soft leaves of the bush cat's body. He carefully placed a couple strokes against the cat's side and Rough Patch started purring, tail waving from side to side as he did so....This...it...He felt like this wasn't real almost. It'd been so long since he had done this. Had a small peace of calm like this. His own little pet. Soon the other claw came down to grab the bush cat and ever so carefully he picked Rough Patch up like a father holding his newborn baby for the first time. Smiling still prominant on his face. "Hey there, Buddy. Were you good while I was gone?"

"Mow," he replied back still purring and blinking that innocent cat face at him.

Snatcher huffed and brought the plump cat in his arms, the red collar on him standing out against his green leaves, and settled down against the dark purple arms purring happily. Happy to just being pampered not caring who did it like any other cat. Snatcher happily smiled at the peaceful scene. THIS!! This is what kind of peace of mind he wanted. He wanted to sit down and read one of those books with his faithful companion for a couple hours before dealing with the kid or anyone else. Except that plan wasn't meant to be at all. It was almost like a snap. Like a sudden feeling you would get when you KNEW something was wrong but not exactly like that. Instead a small feeling began at the back of his mind before this particular feeling grew and all of a sudden his body froze.....Before the giant ghost suddenly shivered, fluffy hair around his neck and chest fluffing up with a weird static shock kind of feeling and he slowly looked over his right shoulder(if he still had a right shoulder). The static like energy feeling like it was on the right side of his body and tugging him towards that direction.....Making the scowl return and the spirit's eyes narrow to almost slits.

"Uh...Boss?"

.....Snatcher huffed and shook his head. More work. Great. Rough Patch meowed in slight protest as Snatcher shifted him from his new comfy spot in his arms, and placed the purring pet back onto his armchair, patting his head and watching for a moment as he turned a few times in a circle and curled back into a bush. Turning back to where the magic tugging was pulling him and giving a small growl. So someone triggered one of his traps eh? Bad for them. Because he was NOT in a merciful mood at all. The annoyance building up in him as he rose up and growled in the back of his throat. Now was definately NOT a good time for anyone. The minions could only watch as their leader as soon as he arrived took off in a flash of purple in the direction of the magical tugging soon disappearing from the line of signs into the trees and shadows. He would be there in a minute or two with his speed and sure enough- Dweller, subconite, and child alike could hear the familar rumbling of the ghost coming. Crows cawing out the warning sign as the forest quaked in his wake. .......And his scream tore through the woods.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

#flowercrown #a hat in time snatcher #a hat in time florist #The Florist #florist #florist x snatcher #snatcher x florist #a bloom in time

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moonlit-manifesto · 4 years

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Heartbreak Red Takeover 2020

“I’ll make your heart beat again - BA-DUMP!” - Heartbreak Red (Uduki Arata)

It’s April Fool’s Day once again, and Heartbreak Red has taken over the Tsukiuta twitter account (@tsukiuta1)! Only this time - he’s taken over some of the other Tsukino Production accounts as well! If the tweet comes from an account other than the Tsukiuta account, I’ll mark it.

Heartbreak Red responds to some fans’ tweets, and they’re mostly categorized in three ways: Advice, Request, and Other. There’s a lot of tweets, so I’ll only be translating the funny ones because some are just regular advice. There’s also some news announcements like previews of Six Gravity and Procellarum’s new unit songs and a Tsukiuta official instagram account, so check out the twitter account to see those! There’s also some audio recordings too!

Read below the cut for all the Heartbreak Red goodness!

[REQUEST] Since my school is temporarily closed, I want to be cheered up by the goddesses!!

Heartbreak Red: “Hey!! Thousand Sakura Red!! Kannaduki Otaku Red!!”

Sakura Red (Chisa from Fluna): “Since your heart is beating again, do your best!!!”

Otaku Red (Reina from Seleas): “Do you have a favorite idol? Are you reading a fun manga!? Let’s give our hearts nourishment!!!”

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[REQUEST] It’s cold and rainy today, so can I get Curry Rice Genau-san to warm up my heart with a one-liner or joke?

Heartbreak Red: “Curry Redddddd!!!”

Curry Red (You from Procella): “You can only call on me once a year! Go watch the reuploaded video from last year’s April Fool’s Day!!! 💢💢💢💢

Heartbreak Red: “That was his one-liner! Sparking Curry Red!!!”

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[REQUEST] I want to ask if Hajime-san has been eating properly!

Heartbreak Red: “Even if you’re busy, make sure to eat enough, okay?”

Hajime: “All right. Thanks...”

Heartbreak Red: “Make sure to tell Heartbreak Purple [Hajime’s ‘Heartbreak’ alter ego] that too.”

Hajime: “...I’ll tell him. By the way, I’m not Heartbreak Purple.”

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[REQUEST] Starting in April I’ll have a lot of difficult stuff going on in life, so can you and Shiki-kun cheer me on with all your strength?

Heartbreak Red: “I-It’s not Shiki-san, but...?”

Dignified Red (Shiki from SolidS): “Next year I’ll have gone around the Earth 30 times!!! And I’m still pushing on!!! I’m Dignified Red!!!!! Overcoming difficulties is a fact of life!!! Good luck!!!!”

Heartbreak Red: “Good luck~”

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[ADVICE] Until now, the only men I’ve dated have been good-for-nothing, and I’m afraid of falling in love again. Please tell me how to distinguish the good men from the bad men.

Heartbreak Red: “Looks like you had a thing for the hopeless ones. But you’re strong because you could tell they were hopeless! Do you have a friend you can trust? You can let them be the judge!”

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[REQUEST] I want to ask what’s on Chef Yoru’s menu for tonight’s dinner?

Yoru: “Katsudon!”

Heartbreak Red: “Juicy~”

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[REQUEST] Does Heartbreak Gold exist?? I want to meet the shining, sparkling Heartbreak Gold (>_<)

Heartbreak Red: “Kake...Gold!!!”

Heartbreak Gold (Kakeru from Gravi): “Gold is always getting his heart broken by lady luck (bright smile).”

Heartbreak Red: “This guy turned into a twinkling star...”

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☆Sorry For the Intrusion☆ (@solids_info)

Heartbreak Red: “Wheeeee!!!! How are you, Blushing Red 2?”

Blushing Red 2 (Dai from SolidS): “You’re here?”

Heartbreak Red: “Now for the intro!! It doesn’t matter which Twitter account - Boundary-Free Hero Heartbreak Red presents: Account Attack!!”

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Heartbreak Red: “Dai-chan-san, your line when I came in doesn’t fit with Blushing Red 2-san’s character, so instead we’ll replace it later and plan your entrance for then.”

Tsubasa: “Don’t try to protect your weird characters so stubbornly lol.”

Ichiru: “I [Love] Red Red will return, too... Issei will show up later.” [Ichiru doesn’t say the ‘love’ part cuz he’s embarassed lol]

Eichi: “You’re blushing (haha).”

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Heartbreak Red: “Uhhh so, Happy April Fool’s Day!! Here’s some pork cutlets Yorurun fried. And Purple- I mean - Hajime-san told me to contact him immediately if I run into any trouble.”

Shu: “This feels like you’re on your first outside mission.”

Rikka: “Speaking of trouble, there’s a certain someone who ran out earlier...”

Shiki: “I wonder who that could be?” [it was him]

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Dai: “Sorry for the wait.”

Issei: “Hello. Whoa, it’s Hearbreak Red-san!”

Heartbreak Red: “What’s up!”

Eichi: “This kind of sketch comedy act makes me nostalgic for those variety TV shows, haha.”

Shiki: “We’re all here now, so let’s start this thing with all of us.”

Rikka: “Yeah, let’s do it! I’ve actually been looking forward to this.”

Heartbreak Red: “Time for the SQ edition!”

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[REQUEST - SQ] Humidity makes my hair messy... What should I do? I need Rikka-san’s advice!! Also, is Shiki-san’s hair still smooth as usual? Lol

Rikka: “When you wash your hair, make sure to properly dry it. You’ll notice a difference the next day. Don’t just leave it half-wet, okay? Using hair care products will yield greater results, too! And Shiki... His hair is so smooth today that I’m angry.”

Shiki: “What can I say, I’m Mr. Smooth Hair Cuticles #1.”

Heartbreak Red: “I’m #2.”

Rikka: “I’m jealous~ (haha).”

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[ADVICE - SQ] There’s a 20cm height difference between me and the person I like! And I’m taller! I hate guys... ( ;ᯅ; )

Shiki: “No need for that, I think that’s cool. Believe in yourself. The person you like will realize it’s cool, too.”

Heartbreak Red: “It’s a gift from the heavens. I hope the person you like will like you back!”

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[OTHER - SQ] Ichiru-kun♥ I love you ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Everyone: “Awwww!!!”

Ichiru: “Be quiet, all you adults!!!! But thank you for your message! I’m super happy! I’ll continue to do my best!”

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[REQUEST - SQ] Heartbreak Red, what do you think of Dignified Red?

Shiki: “Yeah, let’s hear it! Not that I’m Dignified Red or anything!!”

Heartbreak Red: “He has an amazing force, I’m jealous. And to possess such a grand presence really is the meaning of dignified. Dignified Red’s calm aura is so cool.”

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[REQUEST - SQ] Rikka-san!!! Rikka-saaaaaan!! What has made you smile recently?

Rikka: Yoru-kun’s delicious fried pork cutlet made me smile~ I now have a great, big smile on my face ♪”

Dai: “...Just hurry up and finish it.”

Heartbreak Red: “I like you ‘cause you eat until you’re full.”

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[OTHER - SQ] Issei-kun, are you enjoying university life?? The juniors are growing up and your horizons are expanding.

Issei: “Thank you for your message! They haven’t decided whether or not to start a new semester [due to current events, aka the corona virus], but me being impatient won’t help anything. I’ll happily wait for a decision (haha).”

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[REQUEST - SQ] I haven’t seen much interaction between Okui Tsubasa and Kagurazaka Soushi even though their image colors are both yellow. I’d like to hear a conversation between them. Please help with this, Heartbreak Red~ [originally requested on the Tsukiuta account, but he��s answering it on the SQ account]

Heartbreak Red: “I’m a man of my word, so I called Soushi over.”

Soushi: “Now that I’m here, let’s talk, Tsubasa-san.”

Tsubasa: “This somehow seems forced lolol, but sure let’s talk.”

Soushi: “Then let’s find something to do instead. Like a dance lesson or something.”

Tsubasa: “Oh, yeah. Did you know there’s a dance lesson day organized by the office? People who want to practice on their own, regardless of unit, can go.”

Soushi: “And you’re a kind senpai who treats people to things like ramen afterwards, right~?”

Tsubasa: “What an indirect way to ask for that lolol. Since you have such a big body, I’ll treat you.”

Soushi: “That’s a weird reason (lol). And I hear you always treat Dai-chan-san to things?”

Tsubasa: “That’s because Dai-chan is an eternal little brother!”

Dai: “This turned into such an embarrassing conversation...”

Rikka: “Your ears are red, Dai (haha).”

Heartbreak Red: “That’s all for the yellows’ talk!”

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Heartbreak Red: “And so, time is up!!! I’ll be taking my leave now, SQ~!!

Shiki: “He really blew in and out just like the wind (ah, youth)... What a ‘chill dude’ (ah, youth)...”

Tsubasa: “Shiki, don’t try to use young people slang... (but he sure is a chill dude)”

Shu: “What a crazy time this session was...”

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Heartbreak Red: “Pool of Blood-kun is in his green forest. Blushing Red-kun has returned to the sky... Actually that sounds morbid, so let’s say he returned to the bottom part of the blue sky. To everyone here except Ryou-kun and Ren-kyun who are in the middle of changing clothes right now: Happy April Fool’s Day!!”

Koki: “Happy April Fool’s! I’ve been looking forward to this, haha.”

Sora: “We’ve been waiting-!”

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[He’s now infiltrated the ALIVE twitter account (@aliveinfo1)]

Heartbreak Red: “Now that I’m here, you know what that means, right? Let’s get to it!”

Nozomu: “Yeah, let’s do it!!”

Kensuke: “Answering real questions and giving advice in a rapid-fire setting is a test of idol power. I’ll do my best!”

Morihito: “I wonder what kind of messages we’ll get.”

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[OTHER - ALIVE] Kou-kun, how is your mother doing? (From: a fan of your mom)

Koki: “I didn’t even know my mom had fans (haha). Thank you on behalf of my family. She is doing just fine.”

Heartbreak Red: “This morning my mom left me this supportive message: ‘Red, do your best!’ If you could see it, it would be so embarrassing.”

Koki: “I’m sure (haha).”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] I love Pool of Blood Red-san so so much. From morning til night, I long to be a tomato crushed and eaten by him. Please, please, please let me be your tomato...!

Ryota: “I’m not Pool of Blood Red [yes he is], but I’ll tell him that for you... You want to be eaten?”

Heartbreak Red: “!!”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] When Heartbreak Red and Nozomu-kun are together, what are some common things you say? I’m curious about what happens when the two energies meet!

Heartbreak Red: “Wheeee~”

Nozomu: “Whee-whee~”

Heartbreak Red: “Weh?”

Nozomu: “Ooweh-ooweeeh~”

Heartbreak Read & Nozomu: “Wheeeeeeeee~ lololol”

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[INQUIRY - ALIVE] What does everyone in ALIVE wear to sleep?!

Heartbreak Red: “I am a capable man, so I will gather this information!!”

☆Everyone’s Sleepwear☆

Those in sweats or activewear: Sora, Soushi, Nozomu, Kensuke, Mamoru

Those in Gelato Pique [brand name of luxury sleepwear]: Ryota

Those in pajamas: Morihito, Ren, Koki

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[OTHER - ALIVE] Who is the strongest in ALIVE?

Heartbreak Red: “Time to answer with your physical skills! Let’s go!”

Everyone: “Roger!”

~ Please Hold ~

[sometime later]

Soushi: *victorious pose*

Kensuke: “Ryou’s inability to laugh makes him strong in a different sense, but this competition wasn’t about making people laugh.”

Ryota: *annoyed*

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] Mamoru-san, tell us about something that happened recently!

Mamoru: “I was thirsty at night, so I had some half-finished water bottle by my bedside. When I woke up in the morning, my face was drenched...!!”

Heartbreak Red: “I’ve never woken up to having water splashed on me, but I feel your pain.”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] Sakuraba-san, please show us your ‘dere’ [lovey] side...!!

Ryota: “One can’t just be ‘told’ to be dere... Did you forget? (laughs)”

Heartbreak Red: “An extra-large serving of dere-------”

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[OTHER - ALIVE] Sora-kun! Have you gotten any taller?!

Heartbreak Red: “Good question!!! As a matter of fact!!! They were going to make an announcement later, but!!! All of the official websites will be updating everyone’s height measurements to reflect this year!!!!

Sora: “The results will be online!!!!! (teary-eyed)”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] I want to be charismatic like Nozomu-kun! Please tell me three things I can do to be charismatic!

Nozomu: “#1: Believe in yourself! #2: Believe in those around you!! #3: Make an effort to have faith!! That’s all!”

Heartbreak Red: “Those are all good points!”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] What color is everyone’s lucky underwear?

Soushi: “Mine are black. But that’s because of the color of our stage outfits (SOARA’s costumes are white).”

Ren: “Uh... well...”

Heartbreak Red: “My lucky underwear is red of course! I’m sure all of these ‘sky’ and ‘forest’ people have cool colors, too. Well, if I’m the one saying it then it’s probably true (haha).”

Ren: *relieved he doesn’t have to answer*

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Heartbreak Red: “That’s all the time I’ve got!! To all of you sky and forest dwellers - I’ll be taking my leave~!!

Kensuke: “Thank you, Heartbreak Red---!!!”

Sora: “Good luck out there---!!!”

Soushi: “Feel free to abduct me again.”

Morihito: “Soushi (haha). Thank you very much, Heartbreak Red.”

Mamoru: “I had fun!”

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☆Red Went Back Home☆

Heartbreak Red: “Now that I’ve accomplished my missions, I’m back home. Happy April Fools Day, everyone! I want to end this at home. By the way, I think I’ll be able to do some ‘Account Attacks’ that I couldn’t do this time around sometime later in April. I hope you all look forward to it~

My last audio greeting is just my final thoughts, haha. Alrighty! Thanks for a wonderful April Fools!! Until next time!”

#tsukiuta #tsukipro #heartbreak red #april fools day #solids #quell #soara #growth #twitter translation #my translation

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whom-killed-markiplier · 4 years

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Illinois x Reader fic where he plans a trip to Alaska for the holidays but with the cold weather, all flights are cancelled. He’s really upset cuz all his plans are ‘ruined’ and he wanted his first Christmas with S/O to be special. So she does everything to cheer him up. Making Gingerbread-men, having hot cocoa, snuggling up and listening Christmas music. The real kicker being when Cold December Night by Michael Buble starts playing S/O pulls Illinois into a dance and starts singing to him.

Not gonna lie, I totally love this. Bless you for starting this blog off with just the CUTEST idea. I hope I wrote Illy right! I’m still trying to get a hang of his character, so I’m not sure if it turned out right. Also, this song is soooo cute! I’ve never heard it before but I’ve now listened to it like, twenty times since I got this request. Anyway! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy!

Cold December Night.

Time: 9:15Destination: Alaska Status: Cancelled

Illinois gaped up at the board hanging up on the wall above. The word glowed red and blared at him as if mocking him. “Cancelled. All your amazing plans are cancelled.”

When you noticed how tense your boyfriend became, you reached down and grabbed his hand. He looked at you and you could see the utter disappointment clear in his eyes. You had tried to bring his spirits back up, but all he could think about was how his amazing plans with you were ruined

You had assured him you would talk to someone before you lead a distressed Illinois through the airport until you found someone you could talk to. When you did, they explained that because of the harsh winter weather, they had to cancel all trips to Alaska for the next few days. You could see the energy drain from Illinois as his body slumped from the news. At the very least, you got a refund, but it wasn’t worth it if you had to see Illinois in such a sad state.

When you returned to your home it was still, silent, and a little bit depressing. Since you had planned to spend Christmas in Alaska, you hadn’t bothered decorating your home’s halls. As a result, it all seemed a little out of place for the festive season.

Illinois let out a heavy sigh.

You’d never seen him so down about anything. He was always so smiley, always had his chin up. And sure, there were things that he got upset about, but he rarely let them get him down. A little worried for him, you sat him down on the couch and asked him about it.

“This trip was going to be really important, (Y/N),” he said, “I wanted our first Christmas together to be special… I was going to show you the northern lights! It was going to be awesome."

He pulled his hat off and ran his hand through his hair. You frowned and leaned up to rest your hand against his cheek, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb.

"Illy… Alaska isn’t going anywhere. We can visit any time.”

“But… our Christmas is ruined.”

"Love, we can still have a special first Christmas, even here at home.”

Illinois took a look around the spirit-less home and sighed again. You gave him a sad smile and took his hat, placing it back on his head.

“We woke up pretty early. Why don’t you go take a nap, love? I’ll make us some lunch in a bit.”

Illinois gave one last sigh and nodded, leaning in to kiss your cheek before standing up and going back to your room. You watched him sadly as he left, feeling bad that he was so torn up about this.

Luckily though, you had a plan. You weren’t going to let him feel so upset. You were going to show him that you could have a special holiday, even from home.Quietly, you left for the store and an hour later you were sneaking back into the house with bags full of things. Most of it consisted of decorations for your home, but you also bought things to make gingerbread cookies and hot cocoa.

You put all the bags into the living room and snuck back to your room to see if Illinois was still asleep. He was out like a light. With a smile you watched your boyfriend snooze for just a second before you got to work.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have a real tree. Last minute like this, you could only find a cheap plastic one. But it was enough. You brought its box in from your car and assembled it first. Not wanting to go too overboard with spending, you didn’t get too many decorations for it. Just a few strings of lights, tinsel, and a box of ornaments. It wasn’t extravagant by any means, but it was better than nothing.

After the tree was up you set a few Christmas cookie scented candles out on the coffee table and lit them. You took a set of snowflake lights into the kitchen and draped a sparkly white garland over the living room mantle. Little reindeer, snowmen, and elf figurines scattered the home. You even had a big Santa statue sitting on your kitchen counter.

Was it perfect? No. But for last minute? Well, it would have to do.

You were just finishing hanging some colorful fairy lights up in the living room when you heard the sound of your hallway creek. You turned and saw Illinois, his face illuminated by the colors of the room.

“(Y/N)…?”

You hopped off of the step-stool you were using and smiled wide. You extended your arms out, presenting the room to him.

“Ta-da! What do you think?"

Illinois’ eyes scanned the room, looking at the festive decor. He stopped when his eyes landed on the Christmas tree. Then, his eyes found you.

"Where did you get all of this?”

“I went to the store while you were asleep,” you said, closing the gap between you two, “I know how bummed you were about not being able to go to Alaska, so I wanted to show you that we could still have a good Christmas.”

“Darling, you did this all for me?"

"Of course I did! You thought I was just going to let you be sad for Christmas?”

He sniffled and grabbed his hat to angle it over his face as he looked down. You leaned down slightly to get a look at his face, suddenly concerned.

“Illy are you… are you crying?”

“What? Of course not, I… Illinois doesn’t cr-cry.”

You pushed his hat out of his face and he bit back a whimper. His eyes were glossing over, tears threatening to fall. You smiled and leaned up to press a kiss to his nose. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in, holding you close so that you wouldn’t see him tearing up.

“Thank you, (Y/N)…”

“You’re welcome Illy,” You wiggled out of his arms, grinning brightly, “I’m not done yet though! Come on!"

You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen, where you placed the gingerbread and hot chocolate ingredients. You saw him peer at the decorations around him before looking down at you as you started to talk again.

"When I was little, one of my favorite things to do was make little gingerbread men. And you can’t go wrong with hot chocolate! Soo, voilà!”

Illinois smiled, still growing emotional over what he was seeing in front of him. Still holding onto your hand, he used it to pull you back against his chest and hold you close against him.

“I love you,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too.” You pulled away just enough to peer up at him. “I know I said I’d make us lunch, but do you wanna make some cookies instead?"

Illinois chuckled, a lovely sound from deep in his chest.

"Sure thing, pumpkin. That sounds nice.”

And so you did. You mixed up the batter and rolled out the dough and Illinois helped you cut out gingerbread men shapes with the cookie cutters you bought. You put them in the oven, and while you were waiting for it to finish, you started the hot chocolate.

“The box hot chocolate is good in a pinch, but I want to give you the real thing,” you had told him, mixing together the ingredients in a pot.

When it was finished, you used a ladle to fill two mugs with the cocoa, then sprinkled them with marshmallows. You stood in the kitchen, sipping hot cocoa as you talked and waited for the cookies to finish. Finally, when the timer beeped, you put down your mug and took out the cookies.

“Now for the best part!” You said as you picked up the frosting, “Decorating!! Will you help me?”

Illinois chuckled and, without answering, took an icing packet from you. You both got to work, and were having way too much fun with it, joking around and making funny designs on the cookies.

“Look, Illy! This one looks like you!” You said as you drew on details to make it look like his iconic adventuring outfit. He laughed as you drew the gingerbread Illinois winking and sticking his tongue out.

“Looks just like me,” he said with a good laugh, “Just not as delectable."

You laughed and playfully nudged him away from you. He laughed again in turn, and the laughter didn’t stop as you continued joking around.

Once you were done you snacked on the cookies and the rest of your hot chocolate before you dragged him back into the living room. After standing for so long, you decided it was time to just relax with some music.

You sat Illinois down on the couch and took the place beside him, taking your phone out of your pocket. You pulled up a Christmas playlist and set it down on the coffee table, listening as the cheery music filled the air. You leaned back in your seat and snuggled up against Illinois, who wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tight against his body.

You rested there for a long while against your boyfriend, humming to Christmas songs and idly chatting with him. Eventually, a very familiar song started playing, filling your heart with joy. Cold December Night was playing in your ears and suddenly you felt like getting up and moving.

"Ooo! I love this song,” you said, grinning from ear to ear as you pushed yourself off of Illinois. You hopped to your feet and held your hand to him.

“Care for a dance?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling himself up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against chest as he placed his hands on your waist. Together you swayed to the music.

You hummed along to the song as the lyrics played, but by the time the chorus started you were singing.

“So please just fall in love with me this Christmas,” you leaned away from him to look into Illinois’ eyes, only to find them shimmering with love. Your heart leapt as you continued singing to him.

“There’s nothing else that I would need this Christmas,” you moved your hands from around his neck to cup both sides of his face.

“Won’t be wrapped under the tree, I want something that lasts forever," You inched closer to his face watching the heartmeltingly soft expression on his face.

”So kiss me on this cold December night.“

Illinois was the one to close the gap between you two. He pressed his lips, warm and tasting sweet from the hot cocoa, against yours. It was sweet and chaste and warmed your heart, but unfortunately it didn’t last long before he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"You really are something, you know that, darling?”

“Something good?” You asked him coyly. He chuckled.

“Something very good. Something incredibly, extraordinarily good."

You pressed your lips to his again and Illinois’ heart soared.

After all his years of high stakes adventure, he’d forgotten what it was like to live a quiet life. And while he could never give that excitement up, at least not yet, you taught him that he doesn’t need to feel that adrenaline pumping twenty-four seven.

So, maybe your exciting Christmas trip got cancelled. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t have something equally as good at home with you. As long as Illinois had you, he’d find special moments in everything.

#ahwm illinois x reader #ahwm illinois x y/n #ahwm x reader #ahwm x y/n #markiplier egos x reader #ahwm illinois #ahwm y/n #ahwm #markiplier egos #a heist with markiplier #gender netural reader #fluff

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zombiejette · 5 years

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RadioDust HCs:

ok kids. bc i have no chill yet no desire to clean these ramblings up into an actual fic, have some of my extremely self-indulgent hcs for this ship. this is gonna get long-winded and wild, so strap tf in.

General HCs:

Alastor is gray or demisexual. Meaning he is generally sex-repulsed until he becomes incredibly close to someone. This is pretty much my standard HC across the board for him, especially when I’m trying to ship him with Angel cuz lord knows there needs to be a middle ground between their sexual natures somewhere lol

Even after falling for someone, he still is fairly indifferent to sex, but he does enjoy eliciting reactions, especially from someone he knows well. And in the rare event that he cares for another, he does genuinely want to bring them pleasure. Therefore he sees sex more as an extension of this and is willing to participate to make his partner happy/is interested in creating their reactions

Likes to know he’s the only one to rile them up as well, part of his power kink

Alastor also has no idea what these identity terms mean either: is a clueless murderous old man

Angel is a tad more Woke™, especially after being in Hell for a while

Having younger generations of demon friends helps with this: Cherri or Vaggie being the ones to usually clue him in to more modern concepts

Drives Angel up a gd wall when he attempts to explain a modern invention/slang/pop culture reference to Alastor, who only digs his heels in with Not Understanding it just to piss him off more

Alastor not only does understand, but saves this fact for the times when he really wants to impress/screw with Angel, or when the knowledge comes in handy

He’ll never forget the look on Angel’s face when he casually informed him that the deer selfie filter is actually super offensive to him and would you please be a ‘deer’ and cease using it on insta thank you now there’s a love

Angel is now super paranoid that Alastor will see all his social media interactions somehow, despite him NOT having any accounts anywhere

Does not stop him from posting nsfw selfies and tagging them with #alastor/radiodemon in the least

Anemia HCs:

ok so i read somewhere that angel was anemic on the hazbin wiki info, or something?? i don’t know if that was real or not but uh... i took it and ran with it, so now it’s my hc, and this whooooole thing turned itself into a multi-part mini fic, which is all under the cut. if you’re dying of radiodust thirst like me, pls enjoy this mess.

Part One:

Angel is indeed anemic, and the first time Alastor finds out is when he literally passes out into his arms like a bad ‘Gone with the Wind’ parody

At first Alastor was disgusted, thinking this was yet another stupid ploy to hit on him... until he realized Angel wasn’t speaking anymore

Something that never happens

He wasn’t expecting to care, let alone lift the spider the rest of the way into his arms, carrying him to Charlie so she can figure this out

One second, Angel was fainting on him, the next, Alastor found himself sitting by his bed, placing a cool cloth over his brow and waiting for Charlie to get back with supplies

Almost like something out of those novels Mother used to think she had so cleverly hidden away

Hmm

Somehow, that thought alone was not enough to make him leave, so there he dutifully remained

Even as Angel woke up, groggy, yet giving him maybe the smallest, softest smile he’d ever seen the demon make

”Al... you stayed...”

Well that was certainly something. The way it made his pulse race quicker and palms sweat under his gloves was definitely new. And apparently enough to keep him sticking around through Charlie’s fussing and prodding and Angel’s consequent refusal of said mothering

Until Alastor remembered that anemic means lack of iron

iron like from meat

meat like from animals

and animal meat was his specialty!

Without another word, he left for the kitchen, only to return with a giant steak dinner (clearly bullied out of the staff in a rush), complete with mashed potatoes and vegetables and a large glass of orange juice

Literally everything Angel never eats

He refused to leave until it was all eaten, sitting back in his chair and bribing Angel with the offer to tell him a story as he finished it

And so he does, weaving a vivid tale just like back in his radio star days, complete with voices and hand gestures

Never before had Angel and Charlie ever seen Alastor quite this engaged in something that wasn’t murder or chaos; instead spinning a yarn about a boy and his magical pig who helps him to find his lost twin sister

Angel is quite enraptured, naturally, having to be prompted to keep eating a couple times, and Charlie hangs back by the doorway, absolutely beside herself internally at what’s unfolding before her

Vaggie would no doubt try to convince her otherwise later, and she may just be a princess of hell, but she knows love when she sees it dammit!

Eventually, she can sense the story’s end coming near, and as much as she wants to hear it, she wants their story to begin more, so she quietly slips away and leaves them alone

The tale indeed ends and Angel swallows the last of the drink, both quiet a moment, looking at each other

“…. Where’d ya hear that one Al?”

“Hear it?”

“Ya know, where’d you get it from? Some old fairy tale book? A movie? It’s real good and I know Molly would love that it’s basically just like us, so if ya tell me where to find it I can-“

“Nowhere. I made it up.”

“You made that up!!? Just now!?”

a small chuckle “Yes, that is what storytellers do…”

“… For me?”

Alastor pauses at that, regarding him again

“I suppose… Yes, yes that one was just for you. About you, really… with some… embellishments,” he twirls a hand nonchalantly in the air before returning it to the other in his lap “Either way I’ve never told it to anyone before, if that’s what you’re after.”

And there’s that smile again, the one that Angel never wore before today, and the one that Alastor would find himself chasing every day since, whether he realizes it or not

Part Two:

The only downside to this is now Alastor will not leave Angel alone about his iron intake

Constantly asking him if he’s had anything substantial today, pushing juices and vitamins and most of all meat onto him, sometimes holding him hostage to watch him eat it

Angel would be flattered if it didn’t interfere with his drug and alcohol habit so much

“Al, geez let up wouldya!? I’m already in Hell, why do I gotta be HELLthy too huh??” a smirk accompanied that, despite himself

the radio demon sighs “As much as I appreciate a well-timed pun, I must insist” he taps where Angel’s nose would be on a normal face “I’m already well aware that you’ll never be ‘healthy’, but I’d take conscious as a consolation prize.”

“Really?? YOU prefer me conscious??”

“Don’t flatter yourself-” he scoffed faintly “I have a hotel to endorse, and you are it’s prized resident, my opinions on the matter non-withstanding. I can’t very well have the famed Angel Dust dropping like a fly at a moment’s notice over such a small thing as malnutrition. What kind of operation would this look like if we couldn’t at least keep on top of something as simple as anemia, hmm?”

For once, Angel had nothing to return fire with, since the last time someone gave him such a convincing speech about his well-being was his sister right before his death, and he really didn’t feel like putting anyone through that agony again

Not even Alastor

After that, Angel takes whatever food Al gives him in annoyed silence, but he still takes it

Though it’s getting harder and harder to remain annoyed when what Alastor gives him starts increasing in quality

At first it’s swiped energy bars or simply juice, but then progresses to sandwiches and fruit and deviled eggs and little spinach quiches and tortes and assortments of cheeses that can’t be easy to procure down here, even with Alastor’s influence

If you cornered him, Angel would never admit it, but he actually forgot how much he missed real food after being inebriated constantly, and Al’s little treats become the new highlight of his day

He’ll even stop using some of the harder drugs so he can better taste them

Charlie would never tell them for fear of the whole thing stopping on an embarrassed dime, but she’s so so proud of them both for this little secret transaction

Angel does start looking and acting better as a result, even though he still abuses alcohol and softer drugs and def keeps his sexual nature intact

But he’s less irritable and prone to lashing out, and his coloring is brighter and his hair sleeker

He also isn’t as tired as often and hasn’t fainted at all since the first time, just feeling overall stronger and more lucid

Which he can’t really complain about even though he wants to

Part Three:

The hotel even benefits from this, some small press circulating about Angel’s newfound constitution and attributing it to their work

In celebration, one night Alastor invites him to a proper dinner at one of Hell’s most famous fancy restaurants

One where the press could easily find them if they wanted

Angel knows this is just to show off his progress but doesn’t shy away from it- for once excited to eat out somewhere and not “eat out” if ya know what I mean

Besides, Alastor doesn’t seem that perturbed to be seen in public with him either, a rare development and not one to scoff at

They both dress up nicer than normal for it, making a big show as the hotel’s representatives, even walking in arm-in-arm

Angel is not immune to the certain type of looks they get as they arrive, and wonders if he should tell Al

Seeing the man with one of his more casual and less murderous smiles on as they take their seats convinces him not to

It would be a shame to get their outfits all bloody anyway

Especially since Angel decided to return to his drag look for the evening, complete with a new skintight velvet dress, feeling far fancier all dolled up than in any of his menswear

The glances Al gives him from time to time don’t hurt either, eyes noticeably lingering on his exaggerated chest fluff each time

Something Angel has no problem with, leaning forward and accentuating it more, resting his chin on a hand lightly to prop his figure up

Alastor orders for the both of them since he knows the place better, raving about their veal and venison dishes on the way over

Earlier in the year, this might have unnerved Angel more, knowing the demon’s penchant for savagery and carnage when it came to “hunting”, but now? He found it almost charming, that Al was so invested in the meat selection of Hell’s dining establishments that he even made his own ranking system for the best places to get each type of animal, who better prepared it according to cuisine, and how each cut measured up in quality

Angel took the liberty of perusing their liquor selection to create his own ranking system, just to be fair

Would be impolite to let Al do all the work on this date after all

….. wait…..

Date???

The fork clattering to the floor jarred Angel back to his senses, realizing his elbow had slipped abruptly from its perch at the very thought, almost in an allergic reaction to the word

Al only raised a controlled eyebrow at the flustered way Angel ducked down to retrieve it under the table skirt

Which is of course the very moment the paparazzi decided to start snapping their pictures

Alastor quickly spun around at the flashing lights, smiling dangerously at them and stopping some of the more cowardly photographers, but not quite enough

Angel, oblivious, continued rooting around for the fork, all the while inching closer and closer towards Alastor’s seat

“Angel!” Al hissed, finally reaching under and putting a hand on Angel’s hair to still him. Of course not making this look any better. “Sit up. Now.”

“Wait, but I almost got it Al-ahh!”

He was roughly pulled up by the back of his dress and sat up, hair mussed and face flushed incriminatingly, only making Alastor groan in defeat at some more camera snaps

It took half a second, but Angel suddenly understood, face blank in momentary shock

Alastor fully expected him to turn it into another lewd joke, brush it off and dig the hole deeper, most certainly at the expense of his own comfort

He quickly steeled himself for the impending barrage of innuendos and unwanted touching

What he wasn’t prepared for was Angel to suddenly leave the table, storming right up to the cameramen with the angriest look he’d ever seen on the spider’s face

“Ey ya parasites!! Let me see those!” he holds a couple of impatient hands out for their cameras, still fuming

Some actually comply out of complete shock, not at all used to Angel Dust getting mad about being photographed ever, especially over anything sexual

Angel proceeds to delete the photos off the first camera… then gets more and more frustrated when the pictures just wouldn’t stop coming. After a while, he just smashes the camera on the ground in a huff

“Fuck this it’ll take too long!” he points to the remaining paparazzi with intact cameras, still shocked and clutching them “Y’all are gonna delete every SINGLE photo you took of that little misunderstanding just now, alright?? Or else I’m gonna keep smashing cameras! Got it??”

They all nod and start deleting hurriedly

“And if ANY a ya think about gettin’ wise and leaking some anyway… well… let’s just say I had a much more deadly occupation than porn star when I was alive…” his face darkens at that, putting on his best godfathers voice to hit it home “And I ain’t afraid a comin’ out of retirement temporarily… Capisce?”

They capisce

He returns to the table with a resigned sigh and combs through his wig to tame it again, taking out a compact to fix his face

Completely ignoring the stunned absence of a smile on Alastor’s

Eventually Angel dares to glance at it and gives him an involuntary cringe

“Ah... Sorry Al…” he starts slowly, stowing the compact away again in his bosom and looking down chagrined “I know I went and made a scene in your favorite place and… and yer probably real mad and all an’… oh damn, Charlie’s gonna kill me if you don’t firs-“

“-Thank you.”

“W.. wait what??”

“Thank you…” Alastor repeated, if only to assure himself he was really saying it “I… it was… I never expected you to get mad…”

“Al?”

“I thought you’d let them… run with it” he waves a hand, explaining himself, somewhat awkwardly “Especially since it… it would help you. Your reputation. To be caught with the radio demon like… like that.”

The way his voice became so small on the last two words worried Angel much more than he’ll ever admit. The way you could hear the mortification behind his smile. He always knew Al was adverse to the act but never had he seen him actually terrified by it. Paralyzed by the stark realization of how close he came to becoming its subject… even if only as a rumor

It simply emboldened Angel’s resolve

the spider scoffed lightly “Well yeah… maybe if that’s what we had been doin’… or if you were into that stuff at all…”

“What?”

“I mean we weren’t even actually tryin’! I was just lookin’ fer a dumb fork for cryin’ out loud-!“

“No… no what about… me being into it?”

a pause, and then a one-shouldered shrug “Well it’s not the same thing as a payin customer is it?… Like you don’ even LIKE sex and stuff and… it’s different when it’s just us flirtin’ and bullshittin’ around at the hotel… I know you hate that too but at least there no one ain’t tryin’ ya capitalize on yer pain. Word never gets out. No one knows just how much I get under yer skin, so it’s almost like it never happened. But these pictures…” he waved both of his right hands in unison, motioning for emphasis “They’re permanent.. and they’d only be helpin’ my reputation while hurtin’ yours…”

Alastor just continues to stare

“A-and the hotel’s… of course…”

Finally a smile returns to his face, but with no hint of anything except appreciation behind it

“Of course…”

Part Four:

The rest of dinner went smoothly

Al had indeed picked well, and the dishes were some of the best Angel had ever tasted, other than his Momma’s cooking of course

When Al made a small chuckle at even that joke, Angel knew he must’ve done something right to land this far in the radio demon’s good graces

Though it could very well be the booze’s doing

Angel had insisted on ordering their drinks to compensate for the fiasco earlier, and had created specialty cocktails for each of them, based on what they ate

He was relieved when Alastor gave a small hum of approval mid-sip, downing a generous amount with an easy smile

And then finishing off three more with dinner

Both were quite full and loose by the time they finished, even getting a small tray of beignets for desert

They found they hadn’t even argued once, save for small asides and joking prods. But really arguing? Hadn’t even crossed their minds. Instead they bonded over jazz artists they both liked, reminisced about the 30′s while filling each other in on the decades they missed, talked a bit about their hometowns, and threw some mutual shade about residents of the hotel they couldn’t stand

Turns out they had quite a lot in common…

They paid on the hotel’s tab and finally headed out to the limo, only swaying slightly and linking arms again to subtly stabilize each other

This time the paparazzi was nowhere in sight, probably long scared off by now

Which is good since Alastor had suddenly removed his arm from Angel’s to pull him in around the waist, keeping the demon from tripping over a nearby curb by pressing him further into his side. Out of reflex, entirely.

After all, it’s not like he’d ever willingly choose to close their proximity. Just like he’d never willingly choose to notice the way Angel’s chest bounced softly against his, or how four hands grasping onto him felt oddly right, or how tempting the velvet hugging the curve of Angel’s lower back became under his fingertips

He’d only occasionally felt this way about accidental invasions of personal space before, and that fact did nothing to reassure him or his nerves

Nor did the pounding of his undead heart in his ears

Angel was also feeling the tension, but for a whole ‘nother reason

Drinks always made him more forward, and having a full belly for once numbed that urge into more of a simmering lust, cozy and comfortable and heavy

Getting tangled up in Alastor’s arms suddenly only made him want one thing

One thing he was telling himself desperately not to do

Which was real hard with Al’s face so so close to his, looking back at him with his own flush dusting along his cheeks and that smile still there, but slightly parted, waiting, hesitant of what it wanted to become but open to suggestions

Suggestions that Angel had plenty of

“You… you were about to trip… my dear…” Alastor finally explained in a hush, dipping a finger into the still water between them and rippling it quietly, grip on him still firm

“…. Ah…” slowly Angel righted himself, not moving away from him, but leaning on him less “That…. that sounds like me…” he offered a lopsided grin at his own joke, daring to look Alastor in the eyes again

Looking for what exactly, he wasn’t sure

And guessed he would never find out, seeing the moment vanish underfoot with the crunch of the limo’s tires, pulling up beside them

Alastor still offered him his hand though, helping guide Angel inside first, then sliding in after

Sitting at least one person apart, the drive begins in unsteady silence, neither exactly looking away but definitely not trying to confront anything either

That is until Alastor starts to fidget with his bow tie, inexplicably feeling very warm

Deciding to simply undo it entirely and redo it looser, he starts it out like usual, but his fingers can’t seem to find their footing and keeps losing track of the last few steps

On the third try, Angel sighs dramatically beside him

“Honestly Al…”

And just like that, the spider is making use of his extra arms and tugging the whole mess loose again, faces mere inches apart as he concentrates and deftly reties it in a perfect bow, which gently hugs the base of Al’s throat as his adam’s apple bobs with a nervous kind of grace

It ends far too quickly and now there is nothing left to keep them in this close… nothing Alastor can invent to explain away how Angel’s fingers linger on the edges of the fabric, or how he wants to undo more of his clothing just for those hands to fix him up again

So he does the only logical thing he can think of

The kiss hits Angel with a sort of intensity he wasn’t expecting, feeling himself pulled in by two gloved hands on his bare shoulders, touch light but not unsure, desperate but without any urgency, simply grounding them together in this moment

Their lips moved against each other’s slowly, mounting in a gentle exploration with Angel deferring to Alastor’s lead, his lower set of hands lightly resting along Al’s hips, asking permission at first until a soft moan granted him it

Eyes fluttering closed, the kiss deepened until it became a series of many, some opened-mouthed, tongues hinting at entering but never actually doing so, and all of them amidst small noises and panting breaths, desire simmering just under the surface of it all

Angel had never kissed like this… never thought to kiss like this… the boiling heat of lust kept at bay by a promise to just make out, to just keep it at another’s pace. All the while flushing his body with a white hot pulsing want that could only wait for someone else to grant it release?? Oh he could die all over again from this torture and would only beg for more. Never getting it being it’s own bittersweet reward

Alastor grappling meanwhile with why he suddenly wanted so very much as well, why, as he clung to Angel’s soft fur-lined skin and let their mouths dance relentlessly, he never once wanted to pull away. Never wanted to run and hide in the solace and safety of the self, was all too happy to let Angel’s hands cup and hold his hips and reward him with moaning sounds he rarely ever makes

His head was swimming in it, and he was oddly eager to let himself drown

Eventually they parted, breathless and slow but mutual, eyes opening again and glossily gazing at the other, searching for silent signs of yes, no, more?, sorry?, good?

“A-Al… I..”

Fingertips graced the speaking lips to silence them again, a small shake of the head a confirmation of no apology needed. “… That was… I liked that…” He offered, smiling small and gentle for once, an acknowledgement of how very rare this had really been. How nothing about this was usual, but not necessarily unwanted

Angel was now convinced he’d died twice

“You… yeah?” he smiled back, just as hopeful

Another nod, Alastor chewing words behind his closed mouth, clearly processing something

“… I don’t… I don’t want you to get… too excited but…”

Angel surprised him with his patience

“… I have kissed before. I… actually more than that as well but...” he shakes his head to keep himself on track before he loses his nerve “It’s not often. And it’s definitely not for fun… not for just… anyone.”

Angel hopes to heaven his smile isn’t too excited

a small exhale before continuing “What I’m trying to say is…. I can’t guarantee anything. I cant... predict how I’ll feel about more… or about everything. But I can tell you that I liked this. And… I’d like to do this sometimes… with you. If you don’t push me for more…”

Two hands held Alastor’s close to his chest, squeezing them once with an earnest smile

“I promise Al. I promise I won’t push… at least I’ll really really try. I know I’m shitty at self-restraint and I won’t lie, I’m fuckin’ pent up as shit right now…” his small chuckle was met with a slightly sarcastic eyebrow, feigning momentary annoyance “But… but I really liked that too. I ain’t never… I ain’t never felt this good after just makin’ out! I didn’t know I could…”

Alastor hums a bit in amusement, hands traveling from Angel’s grip to slide gently down the sides of the velvet dress he’s poured into “Well… seems tonight was a good one for a lot of firsts…” he watched Angel’s small shiver with some glee “Though I might just blame it all on this devilish dress…”

a breathless chuckle “Oh yeah, Al? You like it that much?”

“Yes…” no hesitation as he strokes small circles into the fabric with his thumbs, just over the start of Angel’s hipbones “I’ve always been partial to velvet…. and pretty creatures wearing it…”

Their second kiss lasted all the way home

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years

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BNHA x Witch!Reader: Quirk Flu

Okay! Just bear with me, this is still part of my BNHA x Witch!Reader series but this is based off the godawful cold I’ve had all week lol... and now Reader-chan must help her fellow classmates (and Shinsou lets just say that he was allowed to get into Class 1-A cuz he deserves to be in there!) ! Chapters will be split into some of the characters such as Shinsou, Izuku, Bakugou,Todoroki, etc.

PLZ forgive me for any OOC-ness I’m terrible about that!!

Summary:

A nasty strain of flu known as ‘Quirk Flu’ breaks out and creates an outbreak at UA (causing the school to close temporarily) and because Reader-chan is immune with her witch heritage and lack of a quirk, she has to take care of her sick classmates, and her two favorite teachers, with the help of a less than helpful Madison who does more of a half-ass job at taking care of the others.

Notes:

(F/D): Favorite drink

(Y/N): Your Name

(L/N): Last name

Prologue: Outbreak

“Ahhh…” You took a deep breath of air after having a nice drink of your (F/D) as you let the pleasantry of morning caress you. However, because of the recent news, you had a little something special in your drink…

10 Minutes Ago

“Wintertime is officially here, but don’t let the snow distract you, because flu season is still present and has increased dramatically throughout Japan, to prevent contracting flu, doctors have urged citizens to be wary of what they have touched and recommended wearing face masks when going outside.” The news quickly caught your ear as you watched the small TV you had hooked up in your dorm.

“Flu…?” You asked yourself nervously in your dorm-room, and you cringed just thinking about it, there was NO way you were going to let yourself catch the flue, the last time you were sick you swore you had a near-death experience because of how terrible it was!

Your horrible memories of being sick however were thankfully interrupted when Madison suddenly opened your door and invited herself in. “Yup, but there’s no way I’m catching that shit. Especially not with the amount of losers and lame-ass teachers that live and teach at this shithole. It’ll spread like the plague.” She quickly stated, having heard the news and what you said.

By some miracle, Cordelia managed to influence Nezu and the rest of the staff of UA to allow Madison to stay and watch over you during your time to protect you and to an extent, your classmates, but at this point you knew that they instantly regretted that decision. Your classmates sure didn’t enjoy her…. not even the ever-so-sweet Midoriya, Kirishima or Uraraka liked her… she was just too mean for their liking… well Kaminari appreciated her beauty at least, but he wasn’t fond of her attitude…

And they each knew Bakugou. Who was no prize either. The difference between them being that Bakugou at least wanted to prove himself to be a hero and wasn’t one to be cruel just for the sake of being cruel, Madison on the other hand… abused her powers for her own pleasure and did bad things just for the sake of being bad. Bakugou was difficult, but Madison was horrible. You were her only friend and even YOU liked Bakugou more than her, and pissing him off became one of your hobbies, and at times you were pretty sure he couldn’t stand you.

Come to think of it… the only person who liked Madison at all was that douche Monoma from Class 1-B…

“Madison… you can’t just barge into my room unannounced and… oh who am I kidding why am I even asking…?” Shaking your head you sighed, you knew better by now, Madison never did anything anyone said, not even the people who somehow managed to become her friend. However… deep down, way, way, WAAAAY deep down, you knew she wasn’t completely, totally and one-hundred percent horrible… pretty close, but not to the core… for the most part.

“I’m with you on that I don’t wanna catch no fucking flu but how are we supposed to do that? There’s nasty shit everywhere… the air we’re breathing right now could have some nasty germy shit right now and thereby infecting us, and it’s gonna make us all gross and infectious and sick and boogery…” You rambled a little bit as Madison just grabbed one of the spellbooks in your bookshelf.

“Yeah bitch I know, the flu is bad. Trust me, I’ve seen a bunch of people get it back when I did HR bullshit at hospitals for publicity photos and charity, totally freaked my shit out…” She shuddered at the memories in disgust, and you shook your head again at how awful she could be…

“No wonder the others like Bakugou more than you…” You muttered in disapproval as she began flipping the book and she scoffed. “Please. Like I give a shit what these little newbs think of me.” She claimed, but you knew that it wasn’t just a claim, it was pretty true… Madison never cared about what other people thought of her, and she really didn’t care about what Hitoshi and your new friends thought of her. Except for this mystery guy she was dating... you were sure it was that one villain in the League of Villains… Dabi… that was his name.

However, once she finally found a page that was said to be for a ‘Disease immunity’ potion, you were quick to start reading it with her. Once you saw the list of ingredients, you discreetly snuck downstairs to take some items and food from the kitchen that the spell had required as you saw Mina chatting away with Yaoyorozu and Jirou, along with Hagakure, Tsuyu and Ochako, and the guys Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero were busy laughing about something.

Good… they were just being normal and didn’t recognize you for once.

Quickly, you ran back to your dorm and shut the door, locking it so no one came in. They were used to you casting spells and making potions, but since it was a witch thing this was still something you preferred doing behind closed doors unless one of them wanted to watch for themselves.

“Good, now I’ve got the rest…” Madison said, having a few other ingredients from her own bag. Both of you always kept unconventional items with you for spellcraft and potion-making, and some of the things you needed from the kitchen were thankfully there. Including orange juice, garlic and a ladle.

You got a small cauldron and began by pouring water first into it, and it miraculously began boiling with Madison’s incredible energy and expertise in pyrokinesis allowing her to control the temperature of the water. Sometimes you forgot how powerful she was because of her attitude…

“Okay…” She put the book down with the Latin words as you set up the candles and both sat across from the boiling cauldron, and the Hollywood star brought her palm out above the steaming water.

“Praesidio nobis ex malus viribus. Praesidio nobis. Praesidio Nobis! Praesidio Nobis!!” The two of you began to chant the incantation together in unison, gradually raising your voices to call upon the power from light as the water bubbled even more and became frothy. The smell giving you an indication that it was working as Madison threw in a couple of strange but brightly colored green leaves into the potion, quickly you gave her a questioning look.

“Vanilla. Right from the orchids to make it easy to go down.” She briefly explained as you grabbed the ladle you took to start stirring it, and you were relieved that the vanilla already kicked in and made the potion smell actually pretty sweet. After about 5 minutes of stirring, you stopped and the potion was still quite hot but not boiling as Madison grabbed two glass vials and used the ladle to pour some of the potion into both of them.

“Here. Drink it with a drink and it should protect us from catching any bad shit, that’s if it works, but I’m sure it did, I mean I did nothing wrong, but I’m sure you probably did.” She gave you the vial and you rolled your eyes, “Tch I don’t make mistakes…” That was a total lie, but you weren’t going to admit it if you DID somehow mess up that potion. But instead of arguing, you got some of your (F/D) and were getting ready to pour the potion in, until you remembered something and quickly set it down and got up from where you were sitting.

“Wait! I need to give some of this to Hitoshi…” You were about to exit but Madison used her telekinesis to make you stop dead in your tracks, making you grunt and gasp lightly as you were trapped in her force and then she made you turn back around through mind control.

“No way, there won’t be enough for you if you share with anyone else. This is for us. Witches look out for witches only.” She stated, and as oddly kind that was of her, it made you feel a little bit selfish since you and her were the only witches here. It just didn’t entirely feel right to you. Yes witches looked out for other witches and you would literally kill for one of your dear sisters and to protect your beloved coven, but dammit you really came to like, no… you really came to love your classmates and teachers here at UA. Witches or not, you loved them. Even Bakugou.

And you loved Hitoshi the most. You didn’t wanna play favorites but he was your best friend first… if not more than that…

“Madison as much as I love flaunting my good health to people and laughing when they sneeze funny, it wouldn’t feel right if Hitoshi got sick too… or Izuku… or Denki, or Kirishima, or Ochako, or Tsuyu… or Todoroki or even Bakugou, those poor things… I think I’d actually hate if they got sick and I did nothing to stop it…” You mumbled as you thought about your closest friends, and hated how Madison managed to make you feel so meek compared to your friends, who got the full brunt of your lively, smart-ass attitude.

However, her smirk startled you a little bit. “Oh come on, think of this way (Y/N). If Purple-head gets sick, who’s gonna have to take care of him? You. Nothing’s better than having someone depend on you for living and you having the power to decide if you want them to get better or suffer. But the rest of them can blow their own noses and wipe off their own vomit.” Madison explained, which SORT of convinced you, but not that last part…

“You are… something else…” You sighed, feeling reluctant and horrible as you went back to your bed…

“Sorry Hitoshi… sorry… guys…” You quietly apologized as Madison was quick to pour some of her potion into her water and she took a drink.

RIGHT NOW

You couldn’t lie. You felt pretty good and confident now that you took the potion. No stupid flu was going to infect you today or any other day! And you just kept telling yourself that so you didn’t let the guilt of not giving your friends the same kind of immunity eat you up inside.

“All righty… time to get ready and eat some breakfast before having to go through another dumb day of listening to Aizawa’s dumb lectures…” You grumbled slightly as you put the orange juice back in the refrigerator and left the kitchen. You were positive you were going to be disease-free most of the time, it didn’t mean you wanted to go to class and actually like… pay attention. The man was your favorite teacher but good God the lectures bored you sometimes… and his assignments… ugh…

“How do you think I feel? I have to actually shadow that old dick. Not like he can teach me anything… I’m stronger than him.” Madison rolled her eyes as she followed you out, and began to light one of her cigarettes.

“And he can’t express just how happy he is to have you here…” You snarked with a bit of a smirk. Aizawa wasn’t the type who cared much about things and he often pretended that he didn’t care much about people and was always discreet about the people he cared about and disliked, but if there’s one person he absolutely hated, it was Madison. Madison definitely replaced Fiona as the woman he hated the most. Not just because of her overall bitchy attitude, but she represented all the things he hated about fame and entitlement. And on top of that, he was sick of her cigarettes stinking up his classroom. How he let Cordelia convince him that having Madison shadow him to protect you and the rest of his students was a good idea, he’ll never know.

“He should be. Least he can see what a real woman’s ass looks like.” She smirked and you rolled your eyes with a chuckle. “Wow…” She was so amusing, you were almost glad she stood here with you.

As you both walked, Bakugou was coming your way, and the first thing he made sure to do was glare at you as he often did. Naturally you didn’t fear him, but today the glare was a little off… “Good morning Lord Explosion Bit- whoooooa…” You paused as you took his appearance in, the guy actually looked kind of tired and groggy, which was odd because Bakugou always had energy to the point where you thought of him as almost hyperactive given his temper and drive.

However, he growled at the way you were looking at him. “What the hell are you staring at Witch Bitch?” He asked you harshly, his normally rough voice just a bit scratchier than normal as he glowered at you. Yeah, he was always pissy but he looked and sounded extra pissy to the point where you were mildly concerned.

“You look kinda out of it…” You got a little bit closer to him, seeing what appeared to be faint shadows under his eyes, but he backed away and shoved you away from him. “Don’t get so fucking close idiot! I’m fine! I just woke up what do you expect?” He narrowed his eyes at you, and you just gave him an annoyed look.

Typical Bakugou, never appreciating anyone’s concern for him.

“You don’t look fine asshole, or at least, you look worse than normal. Which is a miracle, you always look terrible.” Madison quickly retorted, crossing her arms and smirking. Obviously that was a lie, since Madison did think Bakugou was an attractive teenager but she hated his attitude and thought of him as just a boy with a fragile ego that needed constant coddling. Needless to say, Bakugou returned the hatred as her insult immediately sent him into a rage.

“What did you say Hollywood Bitch?!” He got ready to get up in her face with one palm sparkling, but since you weren’t in the mood for bullshit, you used your telekinesis to restrain him from attacking the other witch, and he angrily snarled at you for doing that. He HATED it whenever you used your powers on him. “Okay, okay cut it out you mooks… forget I asked… he’s fine, a picture of health, right Bakugou?” You deadpanned and shrugged your shoulders and let him go, but he still looked annoyed with you as he ignored a smiling Kirishima coming your way and giving the three of you a wave. “Morning Bakugou, (L/N), Madison.”

“Mornin’ to you Kiri.” You happily waved, but Madision didn’t uncross her arms nor did she return the politeness as she just stared at him indifferently. Bakugou at least gave him an annoyed look of acknowledgement, that quickly contorted into something you couldn’t identify. The explosive teen’s breathing started to hitch but it concerned you and Kirishima. Madison however… looked concerned for a different reason and she was quick to walk backwards, and contrarily Kirishima moved a little closer to his friend.

“Whoa, hey… Bakugou, are you all right you don’t look so-” Before he could even finish his sentence, Bakugou’s eyes shut as he suddenly let out a very loud and uncovered sneeze that sprayed onto you and Kirishima as the two of you quickly covered your faces with your arms. Though the disgusting wetness you both felt on your arms was enough for you to realize that this son of a bitch just got you all boogery…

“Ewww…” Madison backed away even further and proceeded to just walk away from the three of you, nope, forget it, she wasn’t going to be around a sick person again… she couldn’t and wasn’t doing it!

“OHHHH SICK!!” You exclaimed, whining in disgust as you wiped the spit off your arm in vain with your tie.

“Eww dude… maybe cover your mouth the next time you do that?” Kirishima was so sweet, trying to awkwardly smile that off as he wiped off the spit that got on him, as if Bakugou’s gross sneeze didn’t bother him.

“Shut up you idiots! It wasn’t that bad!” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was a little bit embarrassed, but he was making sure he didn’t show it.

“Yes it was! That warrants a ‘sorry’! You got my fucking arm all boogery!” You were much less understanding and didn’t hesitate to yell at him the same way he was yelling at you. Any other classmate in the vicinity audibly sighed or looked on in amusement. The two loudest students of 1-A were at it again as Kirishima acted fast and held back the explosive barbarian who was shouting profanities at you and you just snickered until the red-head eventually got the former to calm down somewhat… emphasis on somewhat.

“Fine… I guess you can’t help being gross… well I gotta go find Hitoshi... I’ll see you guys in class… see you Kiri~. And you too Bakugou.” You smiled sweetly at your red-headed classmate but you weren’t as friendly with Bakugou as you waved to the two of them. “Right! See ya (L/N)!” Kirishima grinned as he waved you off, but Bakugou just growled at you in response before storming off in your opposite direction, trying to stifle a sudden coughing fit. “W-Wait for me!” Kirishima called for him as he quickly followed him… or at least as quickly as he could when he got almost a little bit dizzy. “Whoa…” He made sure to steady himself as he walked, but paused in his steps when he felt the tell-tale signal of a sneeze coming on.

“H-H... Heeeh...” His breath began hitching as he walked a little bit slower, even when he saw Kaminari coming over to greet him and Bakugou, smiling wide as he often did, “Mornin’ guys!” He cheerfully greeted them, happily oblivious to Bakugou’s foul mood and Kirishima’s issue as the sneeze finally made it’s presence known with a loud “Hehcchhhhiuuuu!!” with the poor teen trying hard to make sure it got in his elbow, remnants of spittle had managed to fly and get onto his friend ahead of him.

“Ewww… come on man really?” Kaminari shamelessly groaned in disgust, though Bakugou was much more openly disgusted, “What happened to ‘cover your mouth’ dumb-hair?” He asked abrasively, glowering at him and backing away, much to his classmate’s embarrassment.

However, instead of arguing Kirishima nervously tried to laugh it off, “M-My bad, but you know in your defense it can’t be helped sometimes…” He scratched the back of his head, earning a grumble and a scoff from the louder boy as he made his way off without him, but as always, Kirishima followed him, despite the fact that he was starting to feel rather tired…

“Wait up guys!” Once they left, Kaminari saw no other option other than to follow them but he paused for a moment when he was starting to feel a little bit dizzy himself…

“Ugh…” He let out a low groan when a wave of fatigue suddenly slapped him in the face as he slowly diverted from the path Bakugou and Kirishima took and stumbled to the kitchen and quickly grabbed the same carton of orange juice you had used, hoping that it would perk him back up. Not bothering with his usual manners in his sleepy state, he opened it and drank straight from the mouth of the carton and set it aside once he was done, and gave another groan when it didn’t do anything to give him any sort of energy as he stumbled back to find Bakugou and the rest of their squad.

Meanwhile…

Madison had left you yet again, but thankfully you ran over to the one person you WANTED to be around.

“Good morning Hitoshi~.” You cheerfully greeted your sleepy-looking best friend, and gave him one of your ‘morning hugs’, which never ceased to annoy him a little bit.

“So clingy, even in the mornings hm?” He asked you somewhat teasingly, even though he adored your hugs and never found you clingy given your history together.

“Hey I just got back here, I need to make up for lost time and spend more time with you, even if we are in school.” You defended and giggled a bit, and his small smile indicated that he was happy with that. “I see Madison isn’t around you for once… can’t lie I’m very happy about that…” Hitoshi REALLY didn’t like Madison because of the way she stuck by you, but more like a parasite than a friend. She was bitchy and rude, even to you, and he absolutely hated that and he hated that she was pretty much the WORST third wheel imaginable, always butting into yours’ and his time together.

However, hearing that made you laugh your ass off… in fact, you were laughing so hard Hitoshi had to stifle any chuckles or snickers that wanted to leave him. “Y-Yeah uh… she ditched me again, and… you know I’m actually pretty happy about that too…” You giggled and admitted, his smile growing a little bit more as you stood beside him while the two of you walked to the common room. “Just means I get to actually be with you without her making some bitchy comment.” Now that made him chuckle. He couldn’t agree with you more there, since Madison made it her job to be your’s and Hitoshi’s WORST third wheel.

“(Y/N)! Shinsou! Good morning!” Uraraka’s high, bubbly voice was music to your ears as you waved to her, “Morning Uraraka!”

And there was Izuku and Todoroki too! “Hey Greenie! Toto! My bros~! Good morning to you guys too!” You grinned and waved at your two other guy-friends, Izuku being the first to smile and wave to you, blushing a little bit as he shyly greeted. “A-Ah G-Good morning (Y/N).”

“Good morning.” Todoroki said, but politely and even gave you a little smile. After the eventful semester you have all had so far, you could say that you and Todoroki had managed to get on good terms with each other. Which kind of annoyed Hitoshi, in fact… it also annoyed him with how you were on good terms with Izuku, Kaminari, Kirishima and even Tokoyami…

But since he was on good-ish terms with Midoriya, he somewhat partook in the conversation you were currently having with him and the cheerful Uraraka. Of course, he and Todoroki spoke the less as you happily chatted away. Neither one of you noticing Iida walking into the kitchen.

And once he got inside, he nearly flinched when he saw something quite irksome. A perfectly good orange juice carton just left out not put back into the refrigerator where it belonged…

As to figure out this mystery, he took the carton of juice and walked outside of the kitchen with it in his hands. “Classmates! Who left this perfectly good carton of juice out instead of putting it back in the refrigerator?!” He asked everyone in close proximity, only seeing Izuku, Ochako, Todoroki, Shinsou and you, even though he knew neither you or any of them would be so careless to do something like that. It didn’t hurt to ask.

“Not me.” You quickly replied, and Todoroki and Shinsou also shook their heads in reply. “Hm? Oh no it wasn’t me.” Ochako then said, followed by Izuku. “N-No, I wasn’t even in the kitchen.”

That checked out, and the bespectacled teen gave a sigh when no one else was around to give him an answer. “Very well then, it couldn’t have been either of you, but I will have to be sterner about this to the others.” He muttered, but then he got something of an idea. “All of you follow me!”

That was sudden… but you all shared confused glances before following him, you and Hitoshi chuckling quietly in amusement at his enthusiasm.

“What’s up Iida? Did you want to show us something else?” Ochako thankfully asked what you were all thinking, and that led to Iida pouring the same orange juice in several glasses.

“Yes. You see, according to the news this year’s flu season is the worst it’s been, not helped by the fact that we are currently in wintertime, and it’s a highly contagious disease that I would not want to risk anyone in this building catching. And orange juice is not only a delectable drink for energy and health, it can boost your immune system and hopefully prevent illness.” He explained, and that made sense to all of you. Of course Iida would be so openly concerned about his classmates health, that was the class rep for you.

“Oh that’s right… so many people in Musutafu have already gotten sick, it’s not an epidemic but I’ve heard that the ones who have gotten sick are pretty bad off.” Izuku spoke up, having heard the news and was pretty concerned himself, the last thing he wanted was to get sick while he was training, and any of his other classmates and friends get sick too. “And we can’t afford to get sick while we’re training… that would seriously put a hamper on our progress if we had to be bedridden…” That worried him the most, catching the flu would be the WORST thing to happen to every hero-in-training here. And he earned a small squeaky cringe of agreement from Ochako. “T-That’s a good idea Iida… I definitely don’t want to sick, or any of you to get sick either… I’ve had colds before and then there’s the drawbacks whenever I overuse my quirk… hee-hee, so I guess what I’m saying is, being sick is just the worst!” She said while smiling. Such a sweet girl you thought… she clearly knew what being sick was like and how awful it was.

“Rara’s got a point dudes. Me and Madison have already taken some precautions as soon as I heard the news…” You quickly agreed with her, and you could very much see the looks of mild annoyance from Hitoshi, Iida and Todoroki once you mentioned Madison.

Todoroki shared the sentiment as he gave a nod of agreement. “We should be more careful about the things we touch then, because the flu spreads mainly through contact.” He informed, as a means to let everyone take caution for the disease that had been going around Japan and infecting a lot of people and heroes for that matter.

“Wear a mask too. It could be airborne since some people are careless enough to cough or sneeze without covering their mouths.” Hitoshi then offered some advice, and you cringed at the thought… sounded like Bakugou…

“Hey… you know you don’t look too awake… you’re not sick are ya ‘Toshi?” You had to ask him, sure he always looked like he didn’t get enough sleep or sunlight, but you had to make sure…

“I always look like this.” He deadpanned in response, and you, Izuku and Ochako tried not to snicker as the six of you grabbed the glasses of orange juice Iida had given you all.

“I will have to advise the rest of our classmates to take more precautions today in class. Mr. Aizawa should understand since health and wellness is a big priority for the students of UA.” He said, as the rest of you all agreed with that, especially since everyone was sharing dorms together.

“Cheers.” You raised your glass to your closest friends, and you were surprised that they all clanked their glasses to you before each of them taking a drink of their juice…

Their infected juice that slowly made their way into their systems and began infiltrating their bodies to quickly corrupt any healthy cell in their bodies…

You? Well… nothing was affecting you… you were one lucky witch.

Note: Praesidio nobis ex malus viribus. Praesidio nobis roughly translates to “Protect us from the ill forces. Protect us.”

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Chapter 2-Sugo!

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What the fuck!" She knew her voice went shrill, but, other than her best friend's baby, she hadn't been puked on since college. The baby puke was a nearly pleasant experience. Kind of smelled sweet. When she mentioned this in a manner suggesting she was gross, her friend nodded and said- "it's cuz she's breast fed." Like that was common knowledge.

Harry's puke smelled, not sweet. It was a lot closer to that time in college. The smell. Not the circumstances.

In college, she was also drunk, and it was on her arm while she was doing that thing women did in bathrooms and making best friends. When she had tried to gather up the stranger-friend's hair, the sick had got onto her arm. But her arms were washable and waterproof.

Her new trainers, that she had treated herself to after she endured that long interview with Vanity Fair, were not waterproof and she doubted they were washable. She'd have to try. She really liked them, and they were a splurge, she'd spent her 30's living off her income and not daddy's money. These were money from an interview her publicist had insisted on that she knew she would loathe. Ada didn't have bad blood with the Tally chap. But she didn't like the tone he took, just a little condescending, with his other female subjects. He was a mansplainer. Plus, he ghosted her friend Isabelle after a hookup years ago. But Ada held grudges. Over her friends, she held grudges.

She might hold a grudge over her Gucci shoes.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Her star was mumbling and on the floor with a towel he'd produced like a magician. And he had made it up to her mid calves. Splash. Great. This was weird. Luckily she had a suitcase. It was... her head swiveled around. Right by her.

"It's alright. I have clothes in my bag. I can go change." She reached down and touched his shoulder to get his attention. He seemed single minded in his cleaning mission, until she touched him. When he looked up, all Ada could think about was the smooth lakebed she'd learned to fly planes over. It had been a latent passion since. The weightlessness of flight. She hadn't been back to that smooth stretch of land since. Except in her dreams.

She had no idea why his face evoked that.

Ada realized they were still locked in the stare off. She blinked and it ended.

Harry's litany continued. "I'm so sorry about your shoes. They look new. I really like them. I might get them for myself. Maybe we can go, while they are setting up at the shrine today. I think there is one nearby, a couple actually. I would love to replace them. God, I'm so sorry. They just kept toasting last night, and I thought I'd be ok, my stomach, it's been a long time since I felt this bad in the morning... but I'd heard you were going to make it today, and you can't call off sick when your movie is starting and your new director will be there. And well, I was excited to meet you- if I'm honest. I have a lot of questions."

Ada needed to stop this, she wasn't flying, she was late, felt jet lag coming on and she was covered in puke. His puke, and he was still talking. She interrupted him. "It's fine. I can buy my own shoes." Though not Gucci this time. "Stand up. We have work to do. I'm gonna go change."

When Ada walked away, summarily dismissing Harry, and with a tone that didn't seem to be really forgiving, he was left holding the bag. The bag was actually a towel, and the towel was covered in puke. That did not go any of the ways he had prepared for it in his mind.

He knew that he was more than excited to meet her. He had spent last night, before karaoke and all the alcohol, brushing up on all things Ada Scott. He had committed a lot of it to memory when he had fallen in love with Wildflower. But he wanted to be her fan. He was hopeful she would not be one of his fans. That fear still simmered on the back of his brain. Well, his whole brain felt simmered.

What was that? Her face, god, she had a hell of a face. He'd gotten flustered. Well, more flustered. When she touched his shoulder and he'd felt that zap he hadn't felt but twice. Zander and, god, he couldn't compare her to Taylor. Fuck.

That time it was partly because he was star struck.

Was he star struck? Had he done too good a job last week when he'd fallen in to his YouTube hole and made himself an actual fanatic.

His fans made more sense when he thought about that word.

No, he was excited, impressed by her, like he was with Chris, before they went out on the boats.

But, god, he wished he had puked on his first day of Dunkirk now, like Fionn, maybe then he would not have done that on her.

On Ada.

God, his shoulder had tingled, like his lip before a cold sore and started downing lysine, so he'd looked up, and there she was. All full lipped and big eyed. And her skin. God her skin was the color of the way his mom liked her tea. A splash of milk. And as unrippled as the surface while she waited to drink it. His mum always said, "that's how I cultivate patience. No unnecessary blowing, it will be ready for me when I'm ready for it." And she'd talk and listen then take a sip, while the surface of her tea remained perfect and placid.

He did not feel placid. He felt a cousin of the feeling, looking at her. It felt like when he'd get home and if it was early enough he would take the walk across the fields he'd done all the life on the way to the square. Calm, with familiar smells, and warm.

God, he felt really warm. And then he'd realized he'd puked all over this woman making him tingle and have little mental forays to his happy places.

"Fuck!" Harry muttered. And then he saw the AP. "Have you seen Jeffrey?"

It took him a while to find Jeffrey. And it took longer for Jeff to calm him down.

"I ruined her shoes, nice ones, and every chance I had at impressing her!" Both of his hands were in his hair in his little trailer, tiny by comparison to his old one. They were all pretty small. Japanized, double the convenience, half the space.

His manager was leaning against a counter with his arms crossed and a wry look on his face.

"This is a crisis, Jeffrey! Help me!"

At that, Jeff let loose the sound his smile had forecast and belly laughed. "Man, you are knotted up! Did she not fall for the Styles' charm man?"

"What charm? I puked, a lot, on her Gucci shoes, and then I tried to clean her and talked faster than I ever have on my life. And she walked away, didn't really accept my apology. How am I ever gonna impress her now?"

"Act good." Jeff suggested blandly. He had faith in Harry's ability, even to come back and charm the hell outta Ada after, well, that. Jeff bit his lip.

"Stop laughing at me." Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm just mad I missed the show. You must have been freaking out!"

"I'm still freaking out- what do we do? How do I impress her now?" His long fingers were all splayed helplessly in Jeff's direction.

Jeff's brow furrowed. The answer seemed fairly obvious. Harry could come back from this, it sucked, but it wasn't like he ran over her dog. He would just do well on set, make amends, and all would be well. Harry being a drama queen, which he wasn't, usually. Unless, oh, this was funny.

"I have an idea. In the meantime - act good."

But Harry couldn't. They were starting with one of the prince by day scenes. All perfection and manners and exacting rules. It should have been so easy, he wasn't even sure if it be could called acting for him. He had so many days where he had to go to some amazing place and rather than explore it and let his wonderment take the wheel, he was being filmed and dissected. Like Henry, his character. Harry understood this character. It should have been a breeze.

Additionally, Harry and his costar has built a rapport already, last night - they'd sang 'I Got You Babe' - Harry even let him be Cher, and it had been such a good time, that they'd done 'You're The One That I Want' from Grease. He'd got to be Olivia Newton John, complete with shoulder shimmies and see-saw dancing.

Those shots were probably when the world had gotten wobbly.

In any case, he'd follow Yuki anywhere, just the way Henry would follow Akio. It should be easy to have the unspoken dialogue this scene called for.

They were at the Meiji shrine and, in the movie, Henry was having to take a very controlled tour, but there was a wedding party waiting and he mostly wanted to hurry over to where they were waving at him to appear in their pictures. But he wasn't allowed to. He also wasn't allowed to take selfies with anyone, ever. His mother's rule that was his grandma's rule. Not even of himself with the Harajuku girls passing by outside. Henry was supposed to look at his longingly.

Harry wanted to do all those things too. And he called his own shots. He'd done several of them when they were setting up the scene. He had taken a picture with an incandescent bride who shouted "Hari! Hari!" To get his attention.

It was her day, he couldn't deny her. And the Harajuku girls, there were groups of them. He asked one about her coat. That was what he wanted to do after they cut, shop. Luckily the night time rebel scene was set for tonight, with Akio taking Henry all through the wildest shops and filling up a phones worth of crazy selfies. Even a few polaroids. Akio gave Henry his dreams.

The location would also let Harry have his fun.

So Harry would get to do some of those things, while waiting for his scenes. Making movies was a lot of waiting.

It was funny how spot on the movie set ups were. He supposed that was the point. The way the original was both a celebration of Rome and set the agenda for tourists years after, this one should too. He hoped.

If he could get his shit together.

"Cut! Again!" Ada yelled. And called an assistant over. He heard her ask for the biggest matcha she could find. Her energy must be flagging. He'd have to tell her about astaxanthin. That always helped him with focus and energy when he was jet lagged. He walked over to mention it.

"Ad-" he started

"Harry, do you need a break?"

They'd really just started, he felt fine. The puking had actually helped. He was a little ashamed to say.

He was still really embarrassed. And he was a bit distracted.

"Um, no. I, I think I'm ok I feel, like, better?" He tried to smile, and Ada's face remained blank. "Why, um, does it seem like I need one, I mean a break?"

Ada sighed. Then looked at him square in the face. It stole his breath. Who did her eyebrows? They were very symmetrical. If she did them herself, that said a lot about her.

"Harry? Are you listening to me?" This was the second time he had just zoned out on her while she was talking to him. Earlier when she was talking to him about how to set up the scene and she'd asked his motivation. She'd been really happy with where his head was at. But when she started talking about blocking and eye lines, admittedly, the boring stuff, she'd totally lost his attention. He maintained eye contact, but floated away. Lots of eye contact. His were a really brilliant green. She had always envied colored eyes. Hers were really dark brown. Not like his. But this time he wasn't looking at her eyes.

This time he was looking at her, forehead maybe? "I need you to be a little more present in the scene. Like if you are trying to show how Henry is going through the motions, ok- let's talk about that. But earlier you were saying you saw him as a professional and you thought that he would look engaged, but be looking around, missed chances. I'm getting blank detachment from you instead."

"I'm sorry, what?" He shook his head. He almost asked her about her eyebrows. He looked down and she had on converse now. He was really more of a vans guy. "During next set up do you want to go over to Gucci and get new shoes?"

Ada must have lost the plot. "Harry, we aren't going to get to any other set ups, and I'm seriously concerned about the night shoot schedule. I need you engaged. Have you decided to go another way, like Henry looking checked out?"

"What?" The way he dropped the t in that word was kind of cute, but that needed to be a note- he better not do that as Henry, RP and all that.

"I'm asking you about the character. I'm not getting the vision you had talked to me about, I'm kinda getting you distracted and hungover. Which you may very well be- but I need you to 'act' like you aren't." Her face was a question she figured that she could make it a statement.

"I am?" He shook his head and his curls spun out of place. Great now they needed a touch up, but before she could say a thing, Ayae, Harry stylist was on her way over. Well his people were on it. Jeff especially. Is that why he had such a good rep? Because he had good people. His rep was why she had agreed. Part of why. And that she had heard he was charming. Maybe people equated clueless with charming.

She did not.

She nodded. But figured the sandwich method was in need. It had worked great with Layla, h newborn actress on Wildfire. It was effective. Ada always wished her dad knew it. She'd throw him a bone. "I loved where your head was at earlier! Can we get back there."

"Yeah, Yeah, Sorry Ada. I'm a little......" he searched for the word "off, today, from last night, and the extremely wrong foot I got off on, well, I puked on this morning." He grinned his best- let the dimples pop- hoped they were a secret weapon for real.

"Yeah." Ada found herself smiling along with him. She would go along with him, if she could get some of that on film. She was feeling like they were all in trouble if she couldn't get him to do it more. She put her hand on his shoulder and he preened. Ok- he liked affirmation and praise. She could work with that.

And then he went back on and nailed it one take. More of that and she wouldn't feel quite so much like she had gambled her whole career on junk bonds.

The camera loved him. The crew seemed to too. This would be ok. She hoped.

During the break, while everybody was lounging in catering except those who were needed to get ready for the shopping scene set up. "Hey Ada." She liked Jeff's voice, that it sounded like her hometown and was lighter than you'd expect with his name and money. He was lighter than you'd expect.

"Hey Jeff. You liking Tokyo?" She loved it here, felt like her eyes were in cultural candyland the first trip and every one after.

" Yeah, I always like it here. Not like Harry likes it. I thought he was gonna have a coronary when this script was rumored. He wanted it so bad." He laughed. "I was almost afraid that he wouldn't get it optioned, and then I was afraid he would."

"Do you always try to give him what he wants?" She thought this was a strange thing for a manager to say. It was usually making your clients do something good for their career they didn't want to, or making them think they wanted to in the first place.

"Well," Jeff scratched the back of his neck. "I think I kinda do, but what he wants is usually a pretty amazing thing, ya know." he cocked his head to the side, "that's actually why I wanted to say hi, to thank you, for signing on. Harry was dead set on you. He loved Wildflower. Like I could recite it from how often he watched it. When my dad offered to call your dad, when we hadn't called back, I was embarrassed to say ok, but I had to get this done."

"Oh, yeah dad tracked me down, but no thanks needed, it's not a favor. I hadn't had time to really consider. Luckily I'd already read it over, or I might have said no. Since he seemed keen to impress Irving. But, I think it's an opportunity, and well, really, all I want is Harry to earn it. To do something unexpected and do it well. So, let's hope the boy has the goods."

"He does, Ada. Promise - he's such a hard worker.

Ada hoped Jeff wasn't victim to Harry's charm, or whatever people seemed to think he had.

He had better have it, more than once a day. Dammit, this was gonna be a long shoot. Her forehead was creased thinking of it.

When 1 am hit, and the scene was not done, she knew he was a hard worker, but she doubted the goods.

"Harry?" She was dead on her feet, they should have been home 3 hours ago.

She should have let the ap look, she was terrified to see the daily's. She hated to start behind.

"Yeah." His voice wasn't sharp, but defeated, like Waterloo in his words.

"Can you tell me what's up, man? Are you uncomfortable with the hand holding or the flirting?" He looked very confused.

"With-" he gestured to Yuki. "No."

"The fans outside?" That has also been an issue. The crowd kept growing.

"A little, but that's gonna keep happening." He said it matter of fact, with apology in it, like mary poppin's sugar spoon. "I just, I feel so foggy and distracted. And then I feel guilty keeping everybody here all day, and then it just gets worse." He sighed.

She could work with that. At least it was because he cared too much, not that he didn't give a fuck. "Do you like holding hands?" She stuck her hand out.

His dog like head tilt was cute. "Yeah -I like most affection." He took her hand and she watched the tension go out of him. Ok - he was a dog person. Not just praise, more touch.

"It's ok," she squeezed. "Harry. Nobody minds doing their jobs, but they want to go home. Let's give that to them. Henry has to hold Akio's hand, because he just has to and hopes they don't get caught, but also hopes they do. Can you relate?"

He squeezed her hand and nodded. Looked more sure and less like his head was in the descending fog. "And he likes this place, loves it and is interested. Feel the same?"

"Yeah, this is my favorite shop here I've been in." He gestured around to the eclectic mix of handicrafts, and anime and wild clothes. "I wish I had time to dig through."

"Ok, then you barely have to act!" Ada smiled like she had slept in the last two days.

"Well, I hope I have to act a bit. Or we are all in trouble. I don't want everyday to be like today." He shrugged and pursed his lips to the side.

Neither did she. God she hoped he got better. Pulling teeth everyday was not her favorite, or she would have been a dentist.

He nailed the next take. They were only there another hour.

The Gucci shoes that had been delivered to her room made her smile to herself.

As did the dailies. Most of the takes were horrible. But when he hit it, it was a home run.

"Harry Styles- the Babe Ruth of acting." She laughed to herself.

Harry was smiling to himself the next morning, looking forward to the day, to Ada's face and making her smile again, the way she had on the way off set. Maybe she'd hold his hand if needed.

His smile fell when he popped back to change into his fancy get up after hair and makeup.

The Gucci bag, tied shut on top, was on the stairs, unopened.

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Lance’s Little Book of Good Things

Day 29: Compliments

Lance’s Little Book of Good Things

Day 33 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

Okay!! So here’s the deal. Shiro told all of us that we should keep a journal to “ground ourselves” while we make the looong journey back to Earth, so that’s what I’m doing! I didn’t do it for the first month or so cuz I wanted to actually write ya know? Everyone else is just using their tablets but, I don’t know...I wasn’t really feeling it. I think it’ll just feel better to do it by hand. Red didn’t have any pen and paper tho, so I had to wait until we landed on a planet that had some.

It took a month to find one. Ugh, it was so long. Being in the Lions for a week is gross and I’m not gonna get into it, but just know it’s gross. BUT ANYWAY. We landed on a planet called Hovenduhl and there was a super nice prince there who watched the Voltron show and let us stay at his castle for a few days! I asked him about writing supplies and he gave me a bunch! The notebooks he gave me are pretty similar to the ones we have on Earth, but the pens are so cool! They have different ink colors and some of them are shiny, some of them are matte, and some of them glitter! They’re actually a lot like glitter pens but they don’t give out after like five seconds and they write really well.

So my plan with this bad boy is to write the good things that happen on the space roadtrip! With everything that happened with Shiro and Lotor (hate him), it’s been...hard. And the roadtrip is hard. So, I’m gonna write about good things to keep my spirits up! That way I can look at it when I need cheering up! I probably won’t write every day, but I still think it’ll be nice.

P.S. I’m counting a “day” as the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. Time in space is...weird.

Day 35 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

I had sword training with Keith today! He’s kind of a lousy teacher and he constantly sends me flying (mainly cuz I let him--wouldn’t want him to feel threatened by what a natural I am), but he told me that as long as I keep practicing, I could be really good! Which, I mean, obviously…

Day 42 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

Yorak hung out in Red with me today! He put his head on my lap!

Day 54 of Space Roadtrip, Jungle Planet

We found a planet with lots of hanging fruit, so I was shooting them down and Krolia said I had “impressive aim”! It was really nice. I like Krolia a lot. She’s so cool, I kinda can’t believe Keith is her son...but then she’ll make a broody face and I’m like “oh, yeah”.

Day 60 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

Been kind of a rough week. We’ve been flying in the Lions for a long time and no one’s really up for talking. We’re running out of things to say, I think. I’m not a big fan of that if I’m honest. It gives me too much time to think. BUT ANYWAY! Pidge says we’re near an inhabited planet so I’m excited for that!

Day 61 of Space Roadtrip, Baskval

WE LANDED ON A PLANET AAAAAAA!!! It’s been a while! The locals kinda look like cockroaches but they have beds (actual beds!) so I’m in no way complaining.

Day 67 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

Today was...something. I talked with Shiro today and he said...a lot of really nice stuff. I actually kind of ran here after so I could write it all down because I want to remember this for the rest of my life so here goes…

I’ve been feeling...really bad about how I couldn’t really help Shiro when he was stuck in the Black Lion. He tried to tell me what was happening, but I didn’t listen couldn’t hear him. At least not all the way. And we finally talked about it today. I think it was a long time coming. I thought about that moment a lot, especially when we’re just traveling in the Lions. Anyway, he told me that I shouldn’t feel bad since I didn’t have a direct link to the Black Lion like he and Keith did and the fact that I heard him at all gave him hope.

He also told me that I stepped up and was always thinking about the team and that I’m gonna be a great leader and that he’s proud of me! Okay, I think that’s all he said…

I mean, he also said I was a hero which...man.

It’s crazy. I looked up to Shiro even before the Garrison--the guy’s a legend! When I saw that he was gonna be one of our instructors, I nearly lost my mind, but I could never really get his attention. I mean, it was hard to get any of the instructors to pay attention to you when Keith was around. Probably why I didn’t really like him at first...BUT WHATEVER!! Shiro called me a hero and that’s gonna fuel me for WEEKS!!!

Day 82 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

PIDGE GOT KILLBOT PHANTASM IV WORKING IN GREEN!!! We played for hours today and it was the best!!

Day 91 of Space Roadtrip, Dead Planet

I finally was able to knock Keith down in training today!! He was a little annoyed but he said good job and that I was really improving. I’m really happy because we’ve been working hard at it. Keith is a much better teacher now too!

Day 102 of Space Roadtrip, Auria

I want to start this off by saying I’M GOING TO KILL KEITH!!! He made me go sprinting after a little alien girl when I didn’t have to! He’s such a jerk…

BUT ANYWAY!! THE GOOD STUFF: We were on this planet called Auria (it was really pretty!) and there was this little alien girl named Aefee who said I was her favorite Paladin!! We talked a little bit and she was really sweet :)

Kinda made me miss Hilario and Ana, but it’s okay! I’m on my way to see them!

Day 115 of Space Roadtrip, Planet With Food We Could Cook

helped Hunk make dinner out of some weird veggies we found on the planet we landed on and he said I had excellent chopping technique! Mamá used to say the same thing when I helped her cook!

P.S. I’m starting to realize a lot of these entries are just me saying when I get compliments...WHAT CAN I SAY I like it when Lancey Lance gets the appreciation he deserves!

Day 134 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

More training with Keith today! Our fights are starting to feel a lot more even now! And by even, I mean Keith’s almost as good as me! Might even surpass me one day...but oh well, he still can’t shoot for beans.

Day 152 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

I don’t talk much about this here cuz it’s not really happy and I try to keep things positive when I’m journaling, but I talked to Allura today and for the first time in a long time, I felt okay? Like...I’ve been really sad about how we weren’t ever gonna be a thing and I still really liked her, but I think it’s starting to be okay. We just talked and it was kind of the first time I was like “okay we’re friends and I’m not wishing for something more” since I decided I needed to give it up. I don’t know, it just felt good. I’m moving on and I still get to hang out with Allura and have fun with her so can’t complain!

Day 171 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

I FINALLY WON A ROUND OF KP4 AGAINST PIDGE!!! She was really mad at first but then she was like “good game”. Think she’s kind of excited she has competition, actually...

Day 180 of Space Roadtrip, Hybitius

Uh, okay wow. Lot happened today. Like a lot...not all good either, but okay.

So we went to this planet called Hybitius and they have this craaazy carnival with all these thrill rides that make Hunk puke just looking at them and it’s AWESOME!! Keith and I were the only ones with the guts to actually go on them so we spent like, the whole day together and it was...really nice.

We ended the night on this ferris wheel and Keith started talking and he kept saying really nice things like I was there for him and I’m an amazing person and stuff like that and I...ugh this is even hard to write out...but I almost kissed him? And for a second I thought he kinda wanted me to too but the ride was over before I got a chance, which was probably good. Keith probably didn’t want me to kiss him and…

GOD!!! I like Keith!! I like him!! This is so stupid!! When did this even happen?! I mean, I guess we’ve been getting closer because of training...and I guess I’ve always kind of thought he was cute since the Garrison BUT I NEVER LIKED HIM!

I don’t know, I think I’m sad. I know Keith won’t like me back, so I guess I just gotta get over it. Good thing is that I have experience with that so…

Day 215 of Space Roadtrip, Uninhabited Planet

I keep staring at Keith, according to Hunk, but apparently, Keith keeps staring at me too. I don’t know what that means.

Day 220 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

I think Keith almost kissed me. I’m not sure. We were training and things got a little carried away and...I don’t know. I think...maybe he does like me? I guess I think it’s possible now and that...makes me really, really happy.

Day 222 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

Keith doesn’t like me. He likes someone else. Pidge told me.

Good thing is that I’ve started “Operation: Get Over Keith” immediately.

Day 223 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

Operation: Get Over Keith is not going well.

Day 234 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

Hunk said something that made Keith laugh over comms today and it was so cute I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.

Day 255 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

Sorry, it’s been a while. I think the trip’s kind of getting to me. It’s been so long. I’m trying to keep my spirits up for everyone, so I don’t have the energy for lots of journaling...especially about good things.

Sorry, that sounded really negative. I just...want to get home.

Day 269 of Space Roadtrip, Uninhabited Planet

Whenever we land, Keith and I always train and lately, he always come to sit and talk with me. We’re talking a lot, actually. He’s so cool. I mean, I always knew that, but he’s not just cool in an “awesome-pilot-crazy-samurai” way but in a “you make me feel better when I’m sad about something” way too.

We talk about a bunch of stuff, but it usually ends up being about our families.

Suffice to say, Operation: Get Over Keith is still not going well.

Day 283 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

Pidge says we’re not close to Earth, but we’re close to being close to Earth. I don’t really get it, but I’ll take it. Pidge thinks we’re close to making a breakthrough and once we do, the rest of the trip will be easy!

Day 298 of Space Roadtrip, Some Asteroid

Keith smiled at me today and it was an attack on my person. Personally.

O:GOK still not going well.

Day 306 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

PIDGE DID IT!! SHE KNOWS HOW TO GET US BACK TO EARTH!! IT’S ONLY GOING TO TAKE US LIKE A MONTH TO GET HOME!! EAAAARTH!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Day 312 of Space Roadtrip, Red Lion

We’re trying to limit our time on the ground as much as possible so we can get home sooner, which is hard, but I’m not complaining! LET’S GET THERE!!!

Day 325 of Space Roadtrip, Desert Planet

Had to take a break finally. We had a good run for a while but it was time.

Keith and I talked about everything we wanted to do once we got home and at some point I just kinda hugged him. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

As always, O:GOK is not going well. Kind of just failing miserably at this point.

Day 340 of Space Roadtrip, THE MILKY WAY GALAXY

YOU READ THAT RIGHT JOURNAL!!! THE MILKY WAY!! WHICH MEANS WE’RE MINUTES FROM HOME!!! I’M GONNA SEE MY FAMILY! I’M GONNA SEE THE OCEAN! I’M GONNA EAT PIZZA AND GARLIC KNOTS AND ICE CREAM AND MAMÁ’S EMPANADAS AND I HAVEN’T STOPPED SCREAMING!! I’M SCREAMING RIGHT NOW!! THEY’RE TELLING ME TO STOP BUT I WON’T!

I think this is gonna be my last entry, at least for now! I’m gonna be too busy on Earth to be able to write, but thanks for being there for me buddy! Writing in you really helped, actually.

EARTH!! WOOHOO!!

Love,

Lance

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Here’s a story I wrote about my oc Jackie and @miraculousgems‘ oc Cherami It’s how they met and stuff! Please don’t ship them they’re literally based off my friend and myself so that would be extremely uncomfortable and disrespectful. They’ll both find their own significant others eventually don’t worry.

Warning: I’m not a good writer and I never re-read this to check for mistakes

It was late in the afternoon: the sun was still shining through the leaves, but the sounds of nature had softened. Leaves crunched under Cherami’s boots as she walked down the trail leading her back to the town. Her hat bounced with every step, and her cloak swayed with the crisp breeze. She quietly hummed to herself, occasionally glancing behind her shoulder to check on her bag of recently purchased goods, which had been enchanted to float in the air and follow her. Cherami’s been practicing witchcraft her whole life, and enjoyed taking trips to a nearby village to buy herbs, gems, and other ingredients. The trail to the village was through a dense forest full of beautiful flowers, mushrooms, and other flora. Of course she has come across many animals like the common birds, squirrels, and frogs; however, there have been times where the witch has seen a porcupine, opossum, and even a few bears. After walking for 15 minutes, Cherami reached a pile of mossy rocks: the landmark reminding her to take the special shortcut. She leaned over and pulled a wand out of her right boot. Gripping her wand, she flicked her wrist to the left of the trail, where there was just forest. The leaves rustled and drifted to the side, creating a miniature pathway. She paused for a few seconds, scanning the area to make sure there weren’t spiders. Despite not seeing anything, Cherami still ran, squealing for the whole time, which was around 5 seconds. She hopped onto the real trail and put her hand on her hip to catch her breath. Fixing her hat, she put slid her wand back into her boot and continued following the original path. The sun was starting to leave the sky, and the light began escaping from the woods. Cherami quickened her pace so she could make it home before dark, and covered lots of ground before stumbling as she nearly stepped on a tiny mushroom on a rock.

“I can’t just….not take it.” She muttered as she crouched down. Looking closer, she realized that the mushroom was next to the rock, and that the rock wasn’t a rock. “Oh?” Her voice caused the creature to stir. Its little head popped up and turned to look at Cherami. It was a bat, and it was laying on the ground. “Hey, little guy, did you fall out of a tree?” The bat’s big ears twitched, shifting its wings. Cherami picked up a twig and used it to pet the bat and scratch behind its ears. She brought the stick over to its legs, lightly pressing it against the feet, which latched onto the twig. Slowly standing up, she lifted the stick, with the bat now hanging from it, to the nearest tree and gently put the bat onto a branch. Before continuing her trek home, she used the stick to pet its back again. She had only taken a few steps when the she heard sound of rustling branches behind her.

And a voice.

“Hey wait come back that felt nice.”

Cherami screamed, barely saving herself from falling onto the dirt trail. She whipped and nae-naed around and saw someone sitting on the branch where she had previously placed the bat. They had disheveled short dark brown hair, matching their torn up shirt and pants that were both full of holes. They were dirty and barefoot, like they haven’t bathed in a few weeks. They were pale and skinny, and had pointy ears. Their big, red eyes wouldn’t stay still, and could barely hold eye contact with Cherami. It was like they were trying to absorb every detail, but couldn’t focus on anything long enough.

“Can you not!?” Cherami panted as she tried to calm her heart pounding in her chest. Her gaze lingered on the person’s eyes, the redness of the irises made her feel unsettled. She snatched her wand and grabbed her basket, just in case she needed to run or fight.

“O-Oh, yeah, um….sorry?” They were swinging their legs and picking at one of the holes in their shirt. “I haven’t really seen that many people lately. It’s just been a while since I’ve, um….. talked to someone.” They looked up and shifted their weight, and started messing with the tree bark.

They sure do move a lot, Cherami though before asking: “Okay, so who are you?” The question made the person perk up a bit, like they were surprised that Cherami even cared.

“Jack! But lots of people just call me Jackie. Like my friends….which I haven’t seen them in a long time. Can’t remember when I last saw them, haha….oops.” They sighed and licked their chapped lips. That was when Cherami noticed the fangs.

“Haha…..yeah, it was nice to meet you but I need to leave, so bye-” Cherami quickly announced and pointed her wand at her boots, putting a spell on them so she could run faster. She completely ignored Jackie’s response and, clutching her wand and basket, started sprinting down the trail. The environment became a blur of color as she sped closer to her house. In the blurriness, she saw a dark blob pass her, which distracted her long enough to make her trip over a root jutting out of the ground. Cherami yelped, her wand and basket flew out of her hands. The ground rapidly got closer, when she was suddenly jerked backwards. She cried out and flailed, trying to gain her balance until she realized that someone was holding her.

“You okay? I caught your glasses.” Said a familiar voice. Cherami squinted at the face and snagged her glasses. It was Jackie. Cherami started squirming aggressively and screaming. “Wait w-what are you doing–”

“PUT ME DOWN–”

“But I’m–”

“I SAID PUT ME DOWN!!!”

“Um….okay….” Jackie dropped Cherami, who kept screaming once she realized that Jackie wasn’t standing on the ground.

“WAIT NO–” Cherami landed on the dirt trail with a big OOF. “Shit….”

“You good? I honestly don’t feel bad if you got hurt cuz it was your fault! You told me to drop you that’s what you get!” Jackie was floating right above Cherami, their red eyes staring right at her. Cherami scrambled backwards, trying to find her wand.

“S-Stay back! I can and will use magic.” She stuttered, staring at the Jackie while patting the ground behind her. Where is it where is it where is it…..

“Did I say something weird? Or...or do I smell bad?” They started mumbling, “Of course I smell bad I probably smell like a dead animal…”

Cherami finally caught sight of her wand, which had rolled a few yards away. Some stuff had spilled out of her basket, too.

“No, it’s because you’re a fucking vampire!”

Jackie was silent for a few seconds, then laughed. “Holy shit I forgot about that. I’ve only been like this for…...what’s the day today?”

“Um.......the 27th.” Cherami responded and started scooting over to her wand.

“Forty-three days!” Jackie stated after counting with their fingers for a bit. They sat up and leaned back as if they were resting on a chair, except they were hovering above the ground. “Throwback to when I was turned...it was hella painful.”

“So you’re….not going to kill me?” Cherami paused, still tense, but curious.

“What? No!” The vampire almost looked offended. “Why would I? I’ve only seen three other people in the past month and a half. One person I just heard their voice so who knows if it even was a person. The second person I, uh….I was really hungry and hadn’t really eaten in a while so I may or may not have lost control of myself and…” They waved it off, “it doesn’t matter they’re dead now. And then there’s you! Congrats, you’re person number three!”

“Oh...fun.” Cherami forced a smile. “So how come you haven’t seen anyone else? This forest isn’t that small you could’ve easily just left.”

“Well….yeah but I barely eat so I have no energy, so I’m just tired all the time. That’s why I was just chilling on the ground when you found me. I was way too lazy to fly up into a tree so I was just kinda sat there.”

“You need to eat! You just said that you lost it and killed someone because you were so hungry. By the way please don’t do that to me I’d like to stay alive thank you very much. It’s close to being nighttime, so there’s probably some mice or something you can go snack on.”

Jackie silently lands on the ground and looks down at Cherami. “Wait you don’t hate me anymore?” They whispered.

Cherami grunted as she got up. “I never said I hated you. I was just scared because I expected you to rip my neck open.” She took off her hat, which somehow stayed on despite everything that just happened, and blew off the dirt. She brushed off her cloak and flattened the fabric. “You vampires don’t exactly have a good reputation.”

“Heh, you got that right.” Jackie smiled, showing off their fangs. “Oh, yeah! You dropped your stuff.” They flew over to the basket, and started to put some of the items back in.

Cherami watched them in silence for a few seconds. “What happened to your clothes?”

“Oh, yeah…. Sometimes I dissociate and fall out of trees, or I see a raccoon and I’m like ‘haha it’s a raccoon,’ and then I pick it up and– you know what I’m glad I can’t get rabies that would suck.”

“Yeah that wouldn’t be very fun for anyone.” Cherami picked up her wand.

“Hey, that reminds me! So you know how I’ve just been stranded in this forest for, like, over a month? I don’t have anywhere to live and I have no way to bathe, and also I don’t have any clothes! Also I have no idea where I am because after being bitten I was laying on the ground writhing in pain until I passed out and woke up in the middle of nowhere with blood all over my mouth! It was great.”

“Oh God–”

“So I was wondering….can I live with you? I’m just a lonely wittle vampire who means no harm!”

“No–”

“Please?” Jackie dragged the word for a few seconds. “I won’t kill you or anything I promise.”

Cherami sighed. “Fine–”

“YES!” Jackie clapped their hands together.

“BUT! If you try anything I won’t hesitate kick you out. Also I have a familiar who’s a tiger so don’t you even think about eating her or I’ll stomp you to death with my fucking boots.”

“Deal!”

“Now hurry up and get the basket so we can go home.”

#binq writes #guess i have a writing tag now???#my oc #my ocs

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tera-91 · 7 years

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Nightmare

They had a routine. Y/N would have a nightmare or watched a scary movie and would be so freaked out she wouldn’t want to spend the rest of the night all alone in her apartment so she would text either Leo or Mikey, sometimes Don or Raph but those two were less likely to answer. One of the turtles would promptly make his way over to her place and pick her up.

Quite literally.

The pair would arrive at the lair and depending on the time of night Y/N would disappear into a bed and a brightly colored sticky note would be attached to the entry way to warn the unsuspecting turtle whose bed was stolen or she would make her way into the kitchen and make tea or hot cocoa before making herself at home on the couch.

The former was how Mikey found himself. Leo must have picked her up, or unlikely one of his other 2 brothers did. He adjusted he weight from one foot to the other as he stared at the sea foam post-it on the middle of his door. He enjoyed her presence in the lair, he really did but he was terrible at being quiet unless absolutely necessary, and he was a ninja for crying out loud!

He took in a deep breath before bouncing on his feet to hype himself up. He slowly opened the door and looked around his room, it was slightly cleaner than the way he had left it. Y/N must have stumbled on a comic book or a pizza box and worked off some of her nervous energy by stacking the stray comic books and making a bigger path to his bed. It always astounded him how she always knew what could be put away and what needed to be left out in the open. Such as the comic book he was currently reading was sitting on his bedside table with some random paper used as a bookmark.

As he made his way into the room he noticed that was not all that seemed different. His room had a unique smell thanks to the comic book ink and leftover pizza boxes, not a bad smell just unique. However, this time there was a new smell, it was citrusy.

Oranges and limes maybe?

Mikey tip toed his way over to the table to retrieve the comic book he originally came for. As he reached the bedside table he noticed the nest of blankets that was on his bed moved. He smiled, Y/N got cold easily and with it being winter the temperature in the lair was in the mid-60s she must have stolen every extra blanket in the lair.

He nearly jumped as loud music began to play. His heart raced as he saw Y/N begin to stir, afraid that his shell cell was the cause of the noise. Fortunately, it was Y/Ns cell phone, some alarm she had set.

He stood frozen as her arm reached out from below the many blankets. She grabbed her phone before she sat up, blankets falling off as she stretched. He was caught off guard as her head and torso became visible. Instead of her beautiful short H/C hair he saw bright orange and lime green hair that looked as if Y/N had stuck her finger into an electrical socket.

In all honesty this shouldn’t have surprised him with Don’s girlfriend and Leo’s girlfriend doing the same thing, it seemed like it was his Buttercups turn.

He grinned as her groggy eyes moved from her cell phone screen to look at him.

She stretched her arms above her head with a groan as Mikey sat down on the bed beside her. He chucked as she made an attempt at convincing her hair to once again lay flat.

It didn’t work.

“So what brings you to the lair tonight Buttercup?” Mikey asked as he helped Y/N detangle herself from the many blankets. She curled up to Mikey’s side and did her best to hug around his shell.

“I had another nightmare, there were more of those foot guys and you were protecting me.” She looked up and reached to pull his mask off. “We were alone and you-“ tears started to form in her eyes. “You couldn’t fight them all.” She said as she tied his mask around her hair like a bandana.

Mikey sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and moved her so she was sitting across his lap. Ever since one night Mikey and the guys were on patrol near Y/N’s place and she saw them attacked and Mikey injured she worried. “Don’t worry Buttercup I’m right here and I’m fine” he said as he took her small hand into his own and placed it on his neck where he was sure she could feel his heartbeat. “See! Now, are we gonna talk about how you finally dyed your hair! At least you aren’t Raph’s girl or you’d look like a tomato!” He grinned as he ran his other hand through the orange and green locks. Y/N faked gasped at the suggestion and took her hand back to slap his plastron. He just laughed as she crossed her arms and started to pout.

He nearly pouted himself when Y/N suddenly stood up and walked to the other side of the room to grab her hoody. He stood and walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder. “So did you do this master piece by yourself?” he asked as he kissed her cheek. Y/N giggled.

“No, the girls helped me do it. They weren’t all that surprised that I wanted my hair done like they did.” She said as she grabbed one hand and spun out of his grip and began to lead him out of the room. “They said something about being one of the girls now.”

Mikey just hmmed and spun her around when they got in the hall. “No you’re my girl and unlike those two you were mine BEFORE you did your hair” He said as he ran his thumb across her cheek and kissed her on the lips.

“Get a room you two!!” they heard Raph yell as he walked into the living room.

They pulled apart and Y/N just yelled “You’re just mad cuz a certain someone hasn’t dyed her hair yet!” Mikey burst out laughing before the two made their way to the kitchen to get hot cocoa.

#tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph #tera-91

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abloomntime · 4 years

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A Bloom In Time P 10

"Anything?"

Bow shook her head. "No. I said her shoes were dry now, but she still didn't move." She nodded towards the now dry shoes laying a little ways from them. "I don't think this is good.''

"How can a ghost help me? He's already dead isn't he?," she asked in almost a whisper.

Hattie blinked and shook her head, "I just said he's really old! Maybe he can help you? I don't know. But come on! I can't help but I know he can!"

With another sigh she looked to the child. "I really don't have much of a choice do I?"

"Did you see Snatcher?," Bow asked.

Poppy rose a brow at her, not taking her hand. "Another transportation spell?"

"Do you think he's here?," Bow asked blinking and looking down the path most likely towards the ghost's home.

Hattie looked just as worried and confused now. "But-....She was just here!" And Snatcher's traps weren't anywhere around this area, she was just holding her hand a minute ago. "What happened?!"

"I don't know! I thought you had her!"

"But she was right behind me!"

"No she's not!!"

"W-We gotta find her come on!!"

Hattie suddenly started running down the path again but this time in a state of panick and fear shouting for Poppy. Bow following behind repeating a chorus of 'oh, peck oh, peck oh, peck'.

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"BOSS!! YOU'RE BACK!!"

"Did you get those fools there already?,'' one asked as they toddled after him.

"Mow," he replied back still purring and blinking that innocent cat face at him.

"Uh...Boss?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

#Snatcher

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