#i'm just a lil rusty T-T

[seth-burroughs]

The Rain Code x Warriors au no one asked for nor will receive an explanation for

What's up I'm still doing bad and feel my last year's mystery stress sickness is coming back and none of my drafts are anywhere remotely close to getting finished anytime soon because of that how are you are you interested in cat

(picked the TPB timeline because it makes the most sense and has the most fitting characters, but I might cheat or bend it a little, we'll see)

Yuma Kokohead -> Rusty/Firestar

Main boy :) because of course he is. Yuma's now an orange cat. Firestar was the name of Number One, and Rusty (canonically Fire's old house cat name, I'm not calling them kittypets I'm sorry) was the name of the trainee he very politely borrowed his identity for.

Makoto Kagutsuchi -> Scourge

In wc canon, Scourge is also Firestar's half-brother (but they don't ever knooow) and they both kill each other + he's canonically stated to be VERY short like one of the smallest cats in the series. After the cloning, Makoscourge painted his fur completely black except for a one white paw (for the aesthetics. or maybe I'll just give Fire a white paw as well, kinda like Yuma's and Makoto's lil ahoges), started wearing the "OwO" mask, the dog tooth studded shrimp color collar, the fucking blood dyed amv bangs, the dog tooth reinforced claws........ The former CEO took him to hot topic for the first time in his life and he was fucking MESMERIZED none of them knew what they have brought upon themselves by this single act. He is a very silly man, lost in the whimsy. When his mask gets pulled off in the Mystery Labirynth, his face is just not dyed at all and it's just ginger with green eyes just like Rusty's/Firestar's/Yuma's/whatever.

Shinigami -> Spottedleaf

In canon, Spottedleaf does infamously end up haunting Firestar's dreams as a ghost to send him cryptic visions and furiously make out with him in front of his pregnant wife, he did have a crush on her before she died and I'm pretty sure she was retconned into reciprocating it was real bad and then they double killed her so Fire won't have to choose between her and his wife in heaven it was REAL bad uhh. I still like her though. I can get you out of the narrative girl just take my hand.... She can be the weirdgirl incarnate she was always meant to be. I wanted to say something else but then I realized holy shit I'm just tweaking her into Bonefall rewrite Spottedleaf am I... What can I say it IS peak Spottedleaf.

Yomi Hellsmile -> Tigerstar

Also extremely obvious. He is evil and has immaculate sexual tension between the protag whoops sorry I forgot literally only me and like 2 other people here ship Yuma and Yomi uhh anyway. While it does fit I'm a little dissapointed that Yomi/Tigerstar is gonna be losing so much of his cringe charm..... Like, say goodbye to deeply unserious insecure prettyboy toothpick Yaoi with silly little insults such as "umbrella sewing machine man operating hand hook car table" and how do I even describe all of this in less than 3 paragraphs. Say hello to broad-shouldered muscular extremely intimidating 100% serious and competent fascist built like a fucking brick shithouse with very broad-shoulders that doesn't need a henchman boytoy to handle all his numerous murders, have I mentioned his massive fucking broad shoulders, Firestar sure did do that a lot. It's like, where's the fun..... Whatever.... I guess...........😔😔😔

Martina Electro -> Leopardstar

Now for an assigned role I'm way more cool with >:)))) for an outrageously long while I had trouble with whether Martina should be Sasha or Goldenflower, fool I was, until I remembered Leopardstar fucking exists. She is literally perfect like I cannot state this enough. AND canonically she was later retconned to have feelings for Tigerstar but I hate to acknowledge it how dare you massacre Lep like that. She can still be his gf alongside vice director though, she's just engaging in acts of deceit whilst putting opioids in his food and trying her darndest to convince herself she's actually 100% in control of the situation before she's dragged to the cube dimension and has a brief "are we the baddies" moment. I don't think she still resigns from being a peacekeeper though Leopardstar 100% would take that fucking promotion the moment she's offered it and a year later when she' done feeling guilty regresses back into being a violent asshole she has learned NOTHING❤️

Fake/Hitman Zilch -> Darkstripe

So many dissapointments happening here sigh..... This one was obvious and honestly the only valid option for FZilch aside from maybe Nightwhisper or Blackfoot? Anyway, the downsides: one, Darkstripe will never be as cool as fake Zilch he thrives on being a cringe mistreated lickspittle. Two, he's definitely not one of Tigerstar's "closest advisors (🏳️‍🌈)" whilst Dark is pretty obsessed Tiger does not give a shit and considers him a looooooser boooo lameee fuck you *canonically swats him away with his tail that one scene*. But, I mean, at least the toxic yaoi became an entire new category of toxic.

Swank Catsonell -> Brokenstar

Pure vibes. It just fits. He employs small children and makes them fight to the death in his office for glory

Seth Burroughs -> Longtail

In canon, another one of Tigerstar's lackeys that didn't know about his crimes and when he found out he immediately left. I thought he was not evil enough to be Seth at first, but it kinda fits and he does make up for it in his cringe value and being noted to be a coward, though that may have been just Fire's opinion. Also, with all the bunny Seth Burrows jokes, I'd like to mention Longtail got his eyes clawed by a rabbit so hard he went blind so do with that what you will

Guillaume Hall -> Russetfur

Aaaand this is where I started having trouble with the remaining peacekeepers. Eventually I settled on Russetfur & Blackfoot/Blackstar for Guillaume and Dominic, because I like this danger duo I and some of the fandom completely made up about them. It's okay, the authors don't know you like we do...... While Blackstar did have a higher rank and Russet was his deputy, I do think she still had at least an equal amount of power as him, they're buddies pair bonded for life Blackstar is nodding respectfully to whatever incomprehensible wisdom she's sharing

Dominic Fulltank -> Blackfoot/star

In canon, started out as a murderous henchman of two major equally murderous evil dictators, before they both died and he finally got that boss promotion he always wanted, then he got ruined by the, you guessed it, retcons, but I don't like to be reminded of his atrocity of a novella. I always imagined Blackstar as like, unbelievably jacked holy shit the muscles on that cat, (and honestly most of the fandom does too so. lmao) and he does indeed canonically unflinchingly do the dirty work of all his bosses such as killing and maiming and destroying an

You get the point. He serious'd. Darkstripe wishes he could be him. And I'm pretty sure that was even canonically implied in the sixth book lmaooooooooo. Loser <3

Dr. Huesca -> um. Goosefeather?

The looks definitely fit, Dr. Huesca indeed bears striking resemblance to that tortured feline. However, while sometimes an asshole, Goose is definitely not evil... But he could be. He deserves to be. As a treat. Also: old man pride

Kurumi Wendy -> Cinderpaw/pelt

Easy, get Cinder'd idiot. They even have a pretty similiar energy too, I feel. This is where I got a bit tired, uhh...It's 11pm. Anyway I love Cinder and I love Kurumi say anything bad about them and I'll start scream crying on the floor

Halara Nightmare -> Yellowfang

Halara gets the old beam. They're now in their fucking 60s or something perhaps 70s. Yellowfang, on the other hand, gets the non-binary spec beam. She already gave off massive butch vibes in canon already, whatever. I don't think I can uhh in short terms explain Yellowfang's whole deal rn but the gist of it she's a very snarky grandma figure to Fire that gradually warmed up to him while she was- my cat vomited. While he was assigned to take care of her while she was taken prisoner into ThunderClan camp. Her personality's pretty funky. And she does seem cool enough in order to deserve to be Halara Nightmare.

Desuhiko Thunderbolt -> Graystripe

I think I'm taking a break and coming back to this tomorrow actually after all. Hello this is tomorrow Jasper. In canon, Graystripe is Fire's silly goofy boybestie when they're young, then he starts secretly dating Silverstream - hold on i can't fuvking take tjis im making myself hot cocoa again bye. Ok it's done let's see if that makes me feel something. As I was saying he's dating this cat and she's from a rival Clan so that's illegal forbidden love and then she dies during childbirth and he leaves his own Clan for a while to raise their babies there but then he gets exiled and goes back to his own and then his kids almost get publically executed for being half-clan so he and his buddies rescue them. And then he gets abducted by humans and meets this new gal called Millie and they start dating and then she gives birth to his new babies and then a tree falls on one of them. I'm pretty sure Fire was also pretty gay for that guy. Uh, anyway. I think he fits the bill because of his goofy charm but also it's pretty disturbing to imagine any iteration of Desuhiko actually getting bitches

Fubuki Clockford -> um. uh. Silverstream?

Silverstream, in canon, is the only daughter of Crookedstar, the leader of RiverClan, and is (implied to not having a problem with) getting various privileges because of this. Fits with Fubuki's rich timelord parents, plus light blue aesthetic, and a few other things which are hard to articulate. Only thing is that she's generally way more headstrong and impulsive than Fubuki showed to be, could "bend her father to her will with little effort", and disrespects the law if it's stupid to her which, queen shit. I think she'll play a lot of little pranks with her time powers, and devote her free time/time with YumaRusty when he's accused of terrorism crimes (but that's just unrestrained summer fun anyway) to absolutely decimate any peacekeepers they come across with some looney tunes shit

Vivia Twilight -> I'll be honest I have no fucking idea

Zero fucking idea. Literally NOBODY in this arc fits for the 5D chess of a character Vivia is. I'm not even sure if in any of the books. Help me. But also I don't really care because I don't even like Vivia at all anyway he freaks me out get him away from me.

Yakou Furio -> Bluestar?

Protag mentor figure except Bluestar is actually doing a good job at that until she loses her marbles after her mid-arc torment gauntlet and has a corruption arc until she drowns and gets healed of all her issues momentarily before fucking dying. She has a dead husband, dead mom, dead sister, dead baby, dead deputy, dead deputy #2, dead bestie, holy shit that's a lot of motives for suicidemurdering Huesgoose. Btw Goose was her weird voice of god hearing uncle in canon (and he was also dead) but I'm probably taking it out unless. Anyway she's kinda too good for Yakou but. They're also both blue like that is a blue cat

And for some side characters, keyword some:

Aiko -> Littlepaw/cloud

Aetheria's now not an all girls school anymore sorry I cannot do this guys. Littlecloud was Cinder's/Kurumi's good buddy and I like their friendship. Unfortunately, you know what that means.

Karen -> Swiftpaw

Originally was supposed to have Aiko's place before I remembered Little exists. In canon his most notable moment was dying brutally, which I mean also fits the Karen quota. Plus, while not an asshole per se he does have a more fiery/overall angry personality and he did try to impulsively take on a pack of dogs to prove himself and fucking died, if under enough pressure I'm pretty sure he could smash Aiko's/Littlepaw's head in with a brick too👍👍

Yoshiko, Waruna, Kurane -> Brackenpaw/fur, Thornpaw/claw, Brightpaw/heart?

Siblings in canon and two of them are guys so no murderous yuri I guess :(( But I mean I don't have to follow canon to a T anyway lmao so we'll see. In canon, basically the other three remaining apprentices along with Swiftpaw and the ashfern siblings, plus they do function as a trio via just being sibs. Plus some notes from the books: Cinder is the fourth sibling. Brightpaw follows Swiftpaw in his quest to slay the doggy and while he dies she survives but gets her eyeball and half of her entire face's fur torn off.

Real Zilch -> Redtail

He's very dead. Very, very dead. His most iconic moment was dying abruptly and tragically via murder rip in rest

Kei Colan -> Snowkit

He is a child. That's a little boy

Snowkit, signing furiously: MY MAMA GOT FRAMED AND IS GOING TO BE PUBLICALLY EXECUTED BY THE PEACEKEEPERS IF NOTHING IS DONE PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE. HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Yellowfang, signing back in swagful motions: and how much cash does your mama have on her currently

Jiei Colan -> Speckletail

Snowkit's very old mama. Looks like she could kill you but genuinely does not have a body count. Yet.

Ramen Stand Owner -> Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw in canon hit the bricks and ran away from the Clans due to being in danger there, and lived out the rest of his days on a farm with his cowboy boyfriend Barley mostly free of drama. I'd say that fits lmao. We can make his old name Rusty, not a problem.

Margulaw -> Pinestar

90 year old voice "yeah so uhh my fucking son grew up to be a dictator now. When he was a newborn ghosts were yelling at me to kill him because he'll grow up to be a bad man otherwise and of course like any sane kanaiwardian father I said "fuck that" and had to leave ma' family behind run away from the company so the demons would shut up. And y'know little buddy... Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I just can't help but. Y'know. Anyway. Sigh."

Do you get my vision did that sound comprehensible

#mine #rain code #warrior code au #<- oh hey thats an actual thing in wc lmao. #Not tagging any of those characters hell nooo. #the i did not proofread this tag

[hareofhrair]

In that one ask about getting into trouble u mentioned shafan kinda steering clear from purple bloods. Have they ever had an encounter or experience with one? How did it go?

HH: =oh i've had run ins with m=ore'n a few cl=owns, n=one of em pleasant.

HH: best =one was a sweep =or s=o back. i was cruisin this lil shindig a friend =of a friend was thr=owin

HH: m=ost everyb=ody there was a rusty, but tha thing ab=out thr=owin a g=o=od party is

HH: cl=owns will just sh=ow up

HH: they just manifest there =or s=omethin s=o=on as things really kick off

HH: like the way bleatbeasts just show up at metal c=oncerts

HH: anyway everyb=ody kn=ows y=ou thr=ow a big en=ough party yer runnin tha risk a cl=owns deciding ta crash it

HH: but generally speakin cl=owns aint subtle and when they sh=ow up ya kn=ow what's happenin

HH: s=o i'm at this party and havin a real g=o=od time

HH: maybe a lil drunker than I =ought ta be

HH: when i sp=ot this Big B=oy lurkin in a c=orner b=o=oth

HH: and yall kn=ow i like em big

HH: s=o i slide in and intr=oduce myself

HH: i feel it's imp=ortant ta menti=on here that the lightin in this place was n=ot s=o g=o=od

HH: and als=o my eyesight leaves a lil s=omethin ta be desired

HH: by which i mean im blind as tha pr=overbial flyin squeakbeast

HH: s=o between that and bein pretty sl=oshed i d=ont n=otice anythin suspici=ous ab=out this gentleman

HH: i start talkin ta tha fella, and he's a bit quiet, aint sayin much

HH: but that's fine i can run my m=outh en=ough fer tha b=oth a us, and i d=o

HH: lil while later, i get ta askin him if he w=ouldn't like ta walk me h=ome, if ya gather my meanin

HH: he says that s=ounds like fun, and we slip =out tha back a tha j=oint

HH: i'm hangin =off his arm, havin tr=ouble walkin straight, when I l=o=ok up an get my first g=o=od gander at tha guy under a streetlight

HH: and i see greasepaint, and a big =ole grin

HH: that'll s=ober a fella up p=owerful fast let me tell ya

HH: n=ow i mighta just g=one al=ong with tha guy and b=olted at tha first good excuse

HH: but apparently i was t=o=o drunk ta manage my facial expressi=ons, cus he sees h=ow i'm l=o=okin at him and his smile if anythin just gets wider.

HH: finally n=oticed, did ya? he says. that mean i cain't walk ya h=ome n=o m=ore? =oh well, tha =other way w=oulda been m=ore fun, but we can still have a g=o=od time.

HH: and he drags me =off int=o an alley and pulls o=ut a club, ready ta splatter me acr=oss tha pavement like a p=opped water bal=o=on

HH: but i tend ta babble when i'm scared, and all =of a sudden i say

HH: hell nah, y'all can't kill me like this, it ain't even funny!

HH: where's tha w=ordplay? tha creativity?

HH: yer just g=onna smash me with a club in an alleyway?

HH: where's tha fuckin craftsmanship? where's tha art?

HH: and that actually makes him st=op fer a minute

HH: and he just l=o=oks at me fer a bit, an then he says

HH: kn=ow what, yer right. Culls =ought ta be gl=ori=ous in tha sight a tha messiahs =or s=ome shit

HH: and i say hey ya kn=ow what w=ould be funny

HH: im a real fast runner, faster'n hell

HH: and there's a train what comes thr=ough here right at sunrise

HH: let's say y=ou challenge me t=o a race with tha train

HH: and if I beat it, y=ou let me g=o

HH: he starts sayin nah i aint just lettin y=ou run =off i aint that dumb

HH: and i say =o c=ourse, that's the funniest part

HH: bef=ore tha train c=omes, ya tie my feet t=o tha tracks!

HH: he says h=ot damn yer right that is fuckin funny

HH: gets right giggly imaginin me tryin ta run and gettin flattened like an old penny

HH: so we head =on =over t=o tha train tracks

HH: and i say wait h=old =on, we need s=ome supplies first

HH: supplies, he says?

HH: i say yeah well, we need r=ope =obvi=ously, and an umbrella

HH: he says, an umbrella?

HH: i say =o c=ourse an umbrella, i t=old ya tha train c=omes right at sunrise. ya d=ont want ta be standin there burnin in tha sun iffin tha train is late, d=o ya?

HH: and he says yer right yer right i d=ont care fer sunburns

HH: s=o he gets s=ome r=ope and a big black umbrella and we get =on tha tracks and he start's tyin my feet t=o tha tracks, but he's kinda strugglin because he's h=oldin tha umbrella at tha same time

HH: and i say hang o=n, ya can't tie it like that, it's g=onna slip right o=ff. here, let me sh=ow ya, i learned s=ome sailin kn=ots fr=om a c=obalt that never c=ome l=o=ose

HH: So i start sh=owin him h=ow ta d=o it, but he ain't gettin it, s=o i say here, i'll tie my =own feet, and y=ou watch and practice =on your =own feet.

HH: s=o he starts tyin his =own feet ta tha tracks, but he's still fumblin =on acc=ount =of h=oldin tha umbrella, s=o i say, ya need b=oth hands, here let me h=old that f=or ya

HH: and he says thanks and hands me the umbrella and g=oes back ta tyin his feet ta tha tracks.

HH: n=ow =of c=ourse ab=out that time tha sun starts ta c=ome up, and right =on time the train whistle s=ounds in tha distance

HH: and tha cl=own l=o=oks up

HH: by which p=oint i'm already ab=out half a bl=ock away, runnin like hell itself is =on my heels, with the umbrella ta b=o=ot

HH: but i was still cl=ose en=ough ta hear that m=otherfucker laughin, laughin like ta bust a gut, right up till tha n=oise a tha train dr=owned him =out

#mun's art #asks #shafan nishal #homestuck #fantroll

[onceandfutureoshainspector]

- ugh, game crashed on me, had to reload the save and go through the conversation again.

- Hm, i Don't like that lil image of Vault-Boy/Howard-Todd stomping on the Railroad. something tells me this "potential threat to our operations" might be the organisation that allowed a synth to join the Brotherhood without even knowing it himself.

---- even if i wasn't already fully done with the Brotherhood, this would've sealed the deal. i'm gonna go steal claim Danse's Power Armour back for him by right of conquest and then amscray.

- i think this is Danse's Armour? there are four sets here, and only two of them are available to me to take without stealing - a T-60b and a T-60d. assuming these are model numbers rather than quality classes, i'd assume the latter is better, and therefore the one befitting the rank of a Paladin.

---- y'know what? given Danse's recent change of employment...

---- i think he needs a new paintjob. :3

-sprinted to the front of the Prydwen in my borrowed suit and jumped the fuck off. (really i'm fast travelling away but in my mind i'm just fully jumping off the front to avoid going out the door.) to infinity and beyond!

-went back to Listening Post Bravo and, uhh...

- it looks like he's found a new set of duds on his own? it looks pretty rusty, but i'm pretty sure i've seen that set in a loading screen sequence before - i think it's the improved kind that was invented after the war.

---- i wonder where the hell he found it? ah, well. i guess i'll just leave his old, freshly repainted set here in case he changes his mind.

#it's the thought that counts i guess #i get the feeling he'll be just as welded into this one as he was into his old one #so i'll try to give his new set a paintjob but idk if it'll let me #god damn it i was GOING to stop playing like five hours ago but oh well it's not like i have tasks to procrastinate or anything #fallout 4: the resurrection of osha #fallout 4

[worldismyne]

Crest of the Dragon - Ch 13 : The Heylin Dragon Pt 1

Summary: Raimundo's transition to leadership isn't as easy as he makes it appear. Working together, the group tries to advance to the next level, but could the past be distracting them from the present? The fifth Dragon Warrior has yet to reveal themselves. A circumstance Hannibal Bean is more than willing to extort. A fan envisioned fourth season.

Rating: T

(Implied RaiKim, but more like a garnish rather than the focus)

FF.net

Start at the Beginning at Ao3

After a lot of debating, I decided to post the newest chapter before I finish editing the older ones. I hate FF.net shoving adds into the chapters, but that's where a majority of people read it still. I will keep updating the Ao3 one. I just got a lot of older stories I'm polishing at the same time.

I'm happy to talk about all things XS, though I'm a lil rusty on my trivia this story is still near and dear to my heart.

It has been literal years since I posted a new chapter (last one was in 2017 OmO)

As for "Why did this take so long?" after I got my RN license, I burnt out on all the stories I had been writing in college. This one in particular had a wall of writer's blocks. An ending I once had seen so clearly now seemed impossible to write. Between moving into my own place, my father's death and struggling with a toxic relationship, I just lost a lot of whimsy and the part of me that didn't have to be serious 24/7. I got hyper fixated with other series for a while, but I always regretted not being able to deliver the finale I promised for this one.

I'm now in a much better place mentally and it was like a weight lifted off my shoulders and I realized I had just made the ending a little too complicated. I'm about 1/3 into writing the next chapter (this sat in my drafts folder for a while and ended up needing major rewrites). I debated whether I should post this to FF given I'm still in the middle of editing and porting it over to Ao3, but I figured why not? (I'm trying to update the Ao3 one weekly, but irl stuff gets in the way sometimes.)

This is chapter 1/4. Three for the finale and an epilogue.

Thank you all for sticking around and sharing this story. It's what's kept me from orphaning it.

(Side note, y'all should also check out Warrior U >_> or talk to me about XS. Still on tumblr at worldismyne)

#xiaolin showdown #cotd #fanfic

[safyresky]

don't mind me just going on a wee vent below the cut! enjoy this jacqueline instead of the vent!

(an oldie but a goodie, saved this as "something about being stabbed as good emotional trauma". ok i go vent now)

BUYING A CAR HAS BEEN AN EXPERIENCE?

I know I blog about him every so often but Fitzy is, for context, the very first car I ever drove and have been driving since getting my permit in 20 fucking 11. TWENTY ELEVEN! HOLY HELL! I low key picked him out lmao, my parents brought us kiddos to the dealership when we had to replace the civic as old as me bc it got TOTALLED on the HIGHWAY by a TRUCK REAR ENDING IT, and my mom pointed out the Fit and went ou this one's cute!

And I stood beside it and went holy shit. It's me sized. And I sat in it and went OH MY GOD I LOVE IT. And it was BLUE and had a SPOILER and a lil bug eyed face and looked like it had FEELINGS and I said to my dad "if we get this car I am driving it"

I was 11 or 12 lmao.

My dad was like "We'll see about that"

in my head I was like "it's 4 years! we'll still have the car!"

I guess my dad wanted to trade it in? He didn't, lol, and then I got to learn to drive in Fitzy! AND BOY DID I DRIVE HIM! My siblings did, too, so Fitzy's been a real champ in our lives! We all learnt to drive with him!

I didn't take the car fully from my Dad until about, 2019? I got the car for a year in 2016/17 and it was EXCELLENT, I LOVED having it, the ability to just GO PLACES?!?!?!? BEAUTY! I covered some oil changes and bigger fixes and Fitzy kept. On. GOING.

I named Fitzy in 2017 when I had him for the year, and it caught on then! And he was such a verbal lil car (mostly bc things broke a lot bc he was also 10 at that point and FILLED WITH RUST BEGINNINGS) and he pulled to the left always which was funny bc like, why. We never knew. Honda didn't know. Mechanics didn't know.

He has ALWAYS had a slightly loud muffler, but not obnoxiously. It was very FUN to accelerate on the highway with him.

In 2019 my Dad's work went remote; so I took the car back home with me and became the main driver. It was, in all but name, my car. I had to save him from being declared unsafe by fixing the shocks, but we had many many years after that! My GOD we drove all OVER. It was FUN! It's still fun! but not very safe anymore I'm afraid ):

My duderinos, I fucking LOVE that car. And it has been such a hard 365 days for him ):

About this time last year I learnt that the rust had progressed to the point where the rear passenger seat had a giant fucking hole under it. I was given the ok to still drive it, but the moment someone sits back there? DANGER MOBILE. So, I put the seat down and it became CONDEMNED. Given the wedding, Richard and I kept making trips up and down and we had a HELLA snowy winter so the roads? COVERED in salt. and if you live anywhere like Canada with brutal winters, you KNOW salt is a KILLER on cars.

So, Fitzy's rust got worse. Every time I went for oil changes, they'd remind me hey, rusty car. maybe think of a new one? Then we'd discuss how feasible this is and they'd make it driveable bc it wasn't in the cards to get a car--between shit markets, FITS NOT BEING MADE ANYMORE!!! AND Richard also having to replace his car (rip Goldie you are missed every god damn DAY), it was in our best interest to keep Fitzy going as best as we could.

So I DID

We MOTORED. I've done 120km ish on that car JUST ON ME OWNSOME! And it was FUN! I love that car SO FUCKING MUCH. I know like, it's just a car, blah blah, I GET IT but like. GOD. He's important to me!!!!

So this year rolls around. And Poor Ftizy. My god. He is going through it.

January: wheel well pops off and tire shreds the plastic. I call CAA, they bring it to Honda, Honda tells me to put the car down. Nothing has changed; they just saw the rust and are more SALES oriented as opposed to my mechanic!

February: alternator goes

March: muffler has lost an anchor point; won't stop rattling along. Rust on the bumper finally gets to the point where the bumper pops out of the side. Y'all. I duct tapped that boy. Fucken eh.

April: MUFFLER BREAKS INTO 3 PIECES. FITZY HAS GONE FROM STOCK CAR FUN TIME TO HOLY SHIT SOMEONE HELP THIS CAR. We're planning for the wedding so I cannot fix him, alas.

May: Fitzy is benched ): bc muffler ): Goldie picks up the slack; post honeymoon, mechanic finds some expensive fixes. Asks Richard if they're band-aiding or what? Richard makes the executive decision to leave it, arranges a new used car with his mechanic. RIP Goldie; enter Ruby.

Late May: Given Ruby joining the fam, I get Fitzy fixed. We can't replace both cars anytime soon so. Here we go!

The mechanic recommends a muffler specialist down the street; they fix Fitzy up REAL NICE. He drives like he used to! I was like, we will be SAILING THIS SUMMER! HELL YEAH

So what happened?

Upon Richard getting a new car, I was thinking more and more about Fitzy. And the anxious levels alllll year every time I went to drive waiting for the next shoe to drop (the next thing to break). I started doing research, to see what the best car to replace the Fit would be. I start pricing shit out, seeing if two car replacements in the same year is feasible. June rolls around.

June: I went to the mechanic.

Regular maintenance; they do what they can, and they see how the rust has progressed.

The answer: WORSE. Worse enough that new rust related problems have appeared, and they break down everything wrong with the body:

still got the flinstone hole

anchors for back seat belts are compromised due to corrosion levels back there

spare tire carrier is rotten

left AND right rockers are rotten

left front axle seal is leaking

essentially, if someone rear ends me? I'm crumbling WITH the car. The structural integrity of cars today is such that they crumble AROUND you, keeping YOU safe. Fitzy...didn't have that ability anymore.

So after a month long deep dive into used HRVs vs Fits, and what's around, and what I'd like, I book a test drive for an HRV, and...got it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So now Fitzy is finally being retired. After I've saved him from the brink of death about 2 times. It was BOUND to happen eventually--I just wish it hasn't been the SAME year as wedding and Richard's car replacement and EVERYTHING ELSE going on this year.

But my GOD, am I EVER relieved! I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am for the new car and being able to DRIVE! WITHOUT WORRIES! Well, Fitzy worries lmao. The worries of collisions or things are there, but my god is it ever nice to be able to GO PLACES AGAIN WITHOUT FEARING FOR MY SAFETY! And Richard and I have had to coordinate drives and trips bc one car use only for the most part and it was getting hard!

BUT GOD IS BUYING A CAR EVER EMOTIONAL

On top of me pack bonding with my Fit, this weekend was a WHIRLWIND:

test driving the car was fucking NICE

the sales staff was gr8 and didn't rush us or force us to buy. answered all my fit and hrv related questions; all of richard's more financial/warranty sort of q's.

They tell us to take lunch to go talk it over, and we do

we have a 2 hour discussion over omelettes at a ma and pa diner about if we should do this, given what we learnt about the market while there and our own needs

this included: can we function with one car? do we feel financially secure enough for this? Will leasing/fianncing (which is what we did) break the bank? y'know, all that fun adulty shit

ultimately, you can't put a price on A) safety, and B) mental health! and not having a car that works has SUCKED for my own, bc a huge portion of my independence has been GONE, and it has SUCKED

so, Harley, Fitzy's replacement, has been acquiered.

HERE'S THE EMOTIONS PART THO.

SATURDAY:

upon making this decision amongst ourselves, we inform the parental units! my fam: relieved as FUCK. Proud and happy for me. Figuring out what to do with Fitzy now (that's a whole thing)

Mother in Law? not so much

IMMEDIATELY gives Richard the MEANEST lecture on everything he and I discussed over lunch and the past month, berates and guitls and just ruins the vibe

RICHARD gets all upset about it, we spend the drive back home venting about it, mood very ruined, doubts seeded (despite us doing our research and making sure we weren't getting fucked and such)

we get home and he THEN has to call her back and let her yell MORE before she goes "I'm calm and just concerned" and he explains what we did and how it's working and all that jazz and how we are going to be ok

this whole experience was exhausting

SUNDAY

sleep tf in bc we are TIRED

my parents call to chat about Fitzy and tl;dr: they have steel dealers there that'll pay a lot for Fitzy and want to bring him back and scrap him there

this was a whole thing. "can you drive it up?" i could but do NOT feel comfy given the issues cited at the mechanic. "what if we drove it?" same issues! your safety is important to me! "we can tow it" that'll be pricey "we can tow it ourselves!" can the van do that? and so on

turns out they were doing that bc they remembered the van they had, which had the EXACT SAME ISSUES AS FITZY (rust was killing it, then the muffler broke and they fixed it, then the power steering needed replacement but was in such a rusty area it could result in MORE damage they'd have to pay to fix, not the mechanic), and they got 0 money for it. So. My Mom was determined to find a place that'd give us a decent amount for Fitzy

And also, she and my dad are grieving the car too lmao, one of the places was called car heaven and my mom had. emotions about it

so that was a LOT to deal with, on top of MIL's finance lecture we did not need bc YEAH GIRL WE BE KNOW? Yeah

"blah blah PARENTS CARE" THEN THEY COULD AT LEAST BE NICE ABOUT IT. OR STRAIGHTFORWARD ABOUT IT

but we get that wrapped up and my parents find a way to tow the car home safely for all of us, promise to make sure the van is safe enough to do that :)

MONDAY

so after ALL THAT exhausting shit, comes the Big Day: INSURANCE DAY

Richard and I get quotes online when we can at work, to come home and call and settle on the best rates

on lunch, I get YET ANOTHER FINANCE LECTURE from my friend in STATS and it felt AWFUL.

"i dont wanna be like ur MIL," she said, AFTER KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED THERE!

it SUCKED. didn't help that she was tired bc she had a bad night sleep, but man did it make me upset and sad! I KNOW the interest is a LOT but WE ARE NOT FLUSH WITH CASH AND DO NOT HAVE GOOD CREDIT AND HAVE BEEN SPENDING WAY TOO MUCH ON CAR REPAIRS. Everything I've paid into Fitzy this year alone? COULD COVER THE NEW INSURANCE POLICY FOR THE Y E A R

i dislike being talked down too and i dislike people talking to me like i'm stupid bc I feel like a lot of people take my bubbly-ness and like. general friendly-ness as a clue that I've got NOTHING going on up there and I can be taken advantage of

AND SURE MAYBE I'M NOT THE GREATEST WITH NUMBERS OR BUSINESS TALK, BUT I'M NOT FUCKING STUPID AND I FEEL LIKE ALL MY FRIENDS WHO ARE OLDER THAN ME ARE LIKE "haha. you are baby" THE FUCK I AM! I HAVE INSURANCE NOW

not that I didn't before. but now I have me OWN policy

AND THAT WAS ACTUALLY SO PAINLESS? SHOPPING AROUND INCLUDED?

so YEAH.

It's been a very emotional few days between lecture after lecture and trying to make these decisions with a lot of people undermining you and today before coming up to the laptop after we got insurance worked out, Richard turned to me and said "your spirit seems so much lighter now" and it IS! I CAN DRIVE WITHOUT NEEDING TO DO A NERVOUS SHIT AT EVERY ON ROUTE AGAIN! I DON'T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT THE NEXT NEW WEIRD NOISE! HARLEY (that's Fitzy's successor's name) DOESN'T DO THAT SHIT! I HAVE A WORKING CAR AND THE MONEY WE WILL SAVE FROM BAND-AIDING OUR BEATERS WILL BE A NICE CHANGE OF PACE! AND I AM TIRED OF PEOPLE TALKING DOWN TO ME AND TREATING ME LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING! GAH!

Soooo YEAH. If you've made it this far, that's what I've been doing the last 3 days. CAR STUFF.

Fitzy, you were an absolute G, and I love you so goddamn much, you will always be the BEST CAR I have EVER had, and you will ALWAYS BE in my HEART and I will remember you FONDLY! He's got a space in CS now--he always has but it's even more cemented now (Jacqueline drives Fitzy. And he is. In his PRIME in CS, and I think that's the best thing I could do to remember my lil blue anger machine for forever) and I am going to miss that car so much but THANK YOU, FITZHERBERT. HE GOD DAMN FIT!

(THAT CAR PHOTOGRAPHED GOOD IN THE GOD DAMN SNOW! And dw dw Pate will have a new home in Harley! RIGHT ON THE DASH. Or on the rear view, tho I may go full old portuguese lady and put a rosary on there (we got a very pretty one from a family friend for the wedding and I uh. I'm kinda vibing it)

#dani speaks #personal #fitzy #and cs FACTS so you all now know what car Jacqueline drives #FITZY WILL LIVE FOREVER THERE BC JACQUELINE FUCKING RUST PROOFS #IF MY DAD HAD RUST PROOFED FITZY !!! I'D STILL BE DRIVING THAT CAR SAFELY! #anyway thanks for reading if u did lmao. the car stuff has been A LOT #and i appreciate the vent space tumblr offers and the people who read and give that lil like or reply for serotonin lol #and yes. the vanity plate is what u think it is #it's my dad's so it will be retired given that harley is registered to ME (and richard) #and fitzy was registered to my dad! #out of context jacquelines #dani doodles #those are so i can find the doodles later lmao

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

“What are you going to do? Kill me. Go ahead. I’ll even give you my knife! I know you won’t, though.” for Immortal Primeboys, before they become immortal?

TW: abuse, torture, mutilation, referenced murder, isolation, unintentional ableist language from c!Tommy, and infantilisation.

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“You're a fucking idiot, you know that right, Dream?”

Tommy stood over Dream, shakily, wobbling slightly, but standing. It had been years since he'd last been able to stand, but now that the ritual was done he was… if not in perfect health, definitely recovering. Idly, Dream considered a few methods of testing that.

“Why do you think that, Tommy?” Dream smirked, and looked up at the boy, who instinctively flinched back before going back to his faux-confident demeanour. The new golden glow from his eyes and scars left his face illuminated even in the darkness of the cell. It was adorable how he couldn’t hide his expressions anymore.

“Well, dumbass, because right now, I'm immortal, and you’re not.” Tommy shook his head, forcing laughter. “Were you so impatient you couldn’t do it on yourself first? You really hate me that much?”

“Tommy, I don’t hate you. If I hated you, I wouldn’t want to spend eternity with you, would I? Besides, I can’t exactly do the rune carving into my own skin, and I need you to be healed to be able to do that to me, right? Just as planned.”

Tommy gaped at him, eyes wide in bafflement. “After- after everything you’ve done to me, you think I'll help? You're fucking delusional, man.”

“What are you going to do?” Dream laughed. “Kill me. Go ahead. I’ll even give you my knife! I know you won’t, though. You'd be alone, then. Forever. Surely even I'm better than nothing, Tommy?”

Tommy paused, furrowing his brows as he stared at Dream. Slowly, he sunk to the ground, sitting crossed legged in a mirror of Dream's own stance. “… I'll. I'll help you if you strike a deal with me. Please.”

Dream tilted his head. “And what is it you want?”

“I…” Tommy took a deep breath, clearly terrified. “I don’t want you to hurt anyone else. Not like- not like you do me.”

“It’s too late for that, though, isn’t it, little bug?” Dream flicked Tommy's nose, laughing at the disgusted face he gave as a response. “Tubbo is dead. Wilbur is dead. All your little quote-unquote “friends” are dead, and I couldn’t bring them back even if I wanted to.”

“Well, one, don’t fucking call me “little bug”, I hate it-“

“Aww, is little Tomsy getting upset?” Dream flashed a malevolent grin. “Look, I can give you way worse nicknames than “little bug” if you want. Tomito, Lil' T, Toms-“

“Okay, okay, I get it. Shut up.” Tommy was bright red. “I’m not a fucking infant, Prime. But… I don’t care, y’know? I mean, about my friends being dead. I mean, I do mind they’re dead, obviously, go fuck yourself with a rusty fire-aspect sword, but like. I don’t want you to torture people just because they’re not my besties or whatever. Just… just do it to me. I don’t mind if you do it to me, as long as everyone else is safe.”

“You're always so naïve, Tommy. It’s adorable, y’know? You remind me of a little kid.” Dream ruffled Tommy's hair as he gave him the most disgusted expression possible. “I can try.”

Tommy didn’t look entirely satisfied by the response, but after a second he said “… Okay. If you won’t ever- ever leave me alone, like I was in Limbo, I’ll do it.”

“Oh, Tommy. I never want to be apart from you in the first place.”

#Dream smp #primeboys (derogatory) #tw abuse #tw torture #tw Referenced murder #Tw isolation #tw infantilisatuon

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Fictober '19 Prompt No. 19 — "Yes, I admit it, you were right."

Category: Fanfic Fandom: Tales From the Borderlands Rating: T Timeline: an AU sometime before the beginning of the game CW: spoilers and strangulation because it's kinda par for the course y'know Word Count: 893 Additional Notes: this was my first piece of fanfic in QUITE a long time. probably like...five or six years? I'm so rusty 😩

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"Oh, perfect."

The cubicle gremlin walking far too close behind Rhys for no other reason than being a cubicle gremlin unaware of his surroundings didn't anticipate him stopping abruptly, causing him to smack into his CEO from behind. Rhys, who had gone rigid with terror enough to root him to the floor, barely noticed as his employee ricocheted back into a potted plant and knocked dirt all across the hallway.

Rhys spun around, not to make sure the guy was alright—because at that moment he didn't even know he existed, let alone the custodian loudly cursing him out from the corner—but to make sure what he'd heard had not actually been spoken and that he'd only imagined it had been spoken in the voice he'd had nightmares about for the last two years.

"Mm," the voice said again. "You're not gonna find me over there, cupcake. A little to your left. No, more. A liiiittle more…ha, nah I'm just fuckin' with you. I kinda like the coziness of your cybernetics. Feels like a lil' house for me."

Rhys broke into a cold sweat, unsure of what to do. He realized then that his right hand had clenched into a shiny metal fist without his knowledge.

"…I have a tendency to burn down houses, in case you've forgotten."

The robot arm shot up and its powerful hand closed around Rhys' throat, shoving him violently into the wall, pinning him with a titanium grip. Another hand materialized around the wrist, not at all blue and noncorporeal like he'd expected, but flesh and blood, white-knuckled, holding so tight with unprecedented strength that when Rhys attempted to fight back, the arm sparked and whirred in protest.

"Tell your little peons," Jack growled in his ear, signature masked face fading into Rhys' peripheral, "that Daddy's fine. Nothin' to see here."

Rhys, bug-eyed for several reasons all at once and in desperate need of air and circulation to his brain, glanced at the small crowd gathered near the end of the hall. They stared at him, alarmed.

"I'm…f-fine," Rhys managed to eke out. "N-nobody…come help me…or…a-anything..."

"We've got a lot to chat about, Rhysie baby," Jack said. "So move along to your dinky office like a good boy and I'll pretend you didn't just try to subtly hint that you're in dire need of rescuing. Not that it matters," he added with a smarmy chuckle. "To them, it looks like you're just having one of your run-of-the-mill mental breakdowns. Real cute, kinda disconcerting for the CEO of a major corporation."

Rhys looked him right in the eye. "Wh-why…should I…do anything you s-say…?"

"That's just…not a smart question. Possibly the dumbest question ever asked in the history of the universe. You are strangling yourself. I am making you strangle yourself. You wanna be defiant? Sure, I got no problem ending your miserable life right here."

"You're not…real..."

Jack's smile widened until it stretched across almost his entire face and he leered at Rhys with a predatory gleam in his eye. "I don't think I need to be, do I?"

Rhys slumped into the plush fabric of his office chair minutes later, throat already badly bruised as well as his ego. He held a glass of ice from his minibar up to his pulse point and watched Handsome Jack do a slow spin in the middle of the room, nodding in approval at select pieces of decoration.

"Yeah, I'll admit it," Rhys croaked, "you were right."

"You're gonna have to be more specific."

Rhys cast his gaze to a point over Jack's head—one of the three oversized gaudy-as-hell chandeliers that came halfway down from the ceiling. "We're not so different. You're right."

"Yeah, I'm really just here to get a hold of your business and ruin your life, so if you could save the platitudes and shove 'em right up your scrawny ass, that'd be great."

"You're not gonna succeed, Jack. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that."

"Here's the thing," Jack said, taking his sweet time to make his way over to the desk. "I'm not in your cybernetics. There's no way I could be."

Rhys rolled his eyes. "Right, after the 'cozy little cybernetic house' comment I'm supposed to believe—"

"This is all your brain. I can't tell if you snapped after Pandora or somethin' miswired or if you just…were so obsessed with me that you long for my presence and infinite wisdom—"

"Gag me."

"Oh, we'll get to that later—but I'm not in your eyeball anymore. I'm right…up here." He jabbed a finger at Rhys' forehead and he felt it; sank back in his seat at the unexpected contact, eyes wide. "Or am I? Who's to say I'm not real? Will you ever truly know?"

Rhys, still shellshocked about being able to feel the finger on his skull, dropped his glass of ice and shot his chair back so fast it toppled over with him on it. "No…no, you're not real. This is…this is a very elaborate prank. I…I'm in a nightmare. I gotta wake myself up..."

Jack perched himself on the desk, propped his feet up on the overturned chair, linked his hands behind his head. "Wakey, wakey! Rise and shine and smell the roses covered in skag shit, sweetheart, 'cause I'm here, and you're not gettin' rid of me this time."

#fp1 #fanfic #repost #to be fair I just haven't been interested in writing fanfic since the last time I wrote actual fic #bar the couple of times I did it for fictobers

[mckkachins]

gifset per episode: gotta supercharge it! pre-grand prix final special!

#yoiedit #allanimanga #fyeahsportsanime #fyanimegifs #sportsanimedaily #anisource #dailyanime #fyeahyurionice #fyyoi #yoigpe #mine #gifs #i am back and i will finish this fucking gifset per episode project if it kills me #i hope tunglr's auto flagging system for shit isn't still taking down posts and softblocking them #cos if i get this stuff shadowbanned i will actually go insane #also i'm not too thrilled about this coloring but fuck it #i'm just a lil rusty T-T

[writing-shroom]

'Domestic daybreaks' || T. Giyuu x reader

Pairing: T.Giyuu x reader

Summary: As hashiras you and Giyuu are very busy people, thus leaving to to fall sleep at your desk the night before. So seeing you asleep in a position that will most definitely leave you sore when you wake up, Giyuu took it upon himself to bring you to bed himself. Falling asleep with you rest on his chest and this is what a regular morning for you and Giyuu looks like.

Words: 3K words

Warnings: Fluff. TW! Eating + Food warning. Minor swearing, but nothing major other than that.

Gender neutral reader!

a/n: soooo guess who's not dead, i'm a lil rusty but here it goes :D

Maybe staying up late to finish that report wasn't such a good idea.

And maybe shutting your eyes for that one second wasn't a good idea either. You swore that you had just rested your head against the wooden desk not a second ago, but with the distant sounds of birds chirping breaking through your hazy hearing, you couldn't deny that it was day time.

Now the repetitive tweets were very pleasant when compared to the light of a thousand suns blaring through your closed eyelids.

It took a few minutes for the gears to start turning again, and when they did, you internally groaned. If it was daybreak, then the only explanation was that you must've fallen asleep in that four seconds you spent closing your eyes. You've fell asleep on that desk many times before, and none of them left you with a good time waking up the next morning.

Damn going to the morning pillar meeting is going to suck with the inevitable sore joints you're gonna get after falling asleep like that.

Gathering up any bits of positive thinking you still had in you, there was a small chance that you didn't fall asleep doing your report and just went to bed at the end,,, yeah no. You could already feel a sturdy surface pressed up against your cheek.

Fantastic.

Might as well get up now before the wood creates more sleep lines on your face. Muttering vexed nonsense under your breath, you propped up your hands laying at either side of your head to lift yourself off the table. Unexpectedly however, the desk did not want you leave just yet, and warm limbs wrapped around you. Holding you pinned against the surface as they rolled you with them to their side.

That immediately raised some red flags in your sleep deprived brain, to your memory wooden tables didn't move. Neither are they heated,,,or breathing?

With your thinking speed of a tortoise, you manage to figure out just what was happening. Gasping in delight you immediately relaxed and excitedly return the hug with your own. Snuggling into his warmth, you leaned deeper into his chest as you giggled audibly at the breath tickling the baby hairs sticking out from on top your head.

If this what happens when you fall asleep in the middle of work then you should do it more often.

"Mmmm I love this desk so much," You mumbled in cloudy contentment, burrowing your nose deeper into his neck. Drinking in his familiar scent. Only to be sadden when Giyuu pulled away to look at you questionably.

"Did you just call me a desk,,?" His voice was just as caked with sleep as your's was.

"mmm yes," You decided after few minutes, sliding over to get closer to him again. "And that I love you sooo much yuu."

The water pillar would've blushed red at your affection, if he was fully conscious that is, and he wasn't just yet. So while he waited for his mind to lose the haze of sleep, he might as well enjoy having you here with him while he can.

Bundling you in his arms, Giyuu rested his cheek against the crown of your head. Just five more minutes wouldn't hurt.

Five minutes quickly turned into another thirty, and by the time Giyuu awaken from the extra nap he just had. He was very disappointed to the fact that he woke up to your side of the futon being cold and empty.

After a quick yawn, he pulled your pillow to his chest and hugged it, trying to pretend that it was you.

But it was cold compared to your heat, and there were no return hugs or peppering of kisses that he was accustomed too. Thankfully, before he could get too far into sulking over the lack of your presence, the scent of cooking food wafted into the bedroom.

His stomach grumbled at the smell of breakfast and he took that as a sign to get up now. Giyuu stretched his arms and back with a groan, blinking away the last bits of sleep fogging up his eyes as he sat up. The soft blanket fell off in ripples as he did so, looking down at the fabric in his lap it took a few beats for him to realise that you had tucked the blanket back up to his chin while he was sleeping.

Bubbles of fondness overflowed out of his stomach into his chest, making him feel light.

And the feeling only grew as he noticed a little piece of paper laying beside his pillow on the floor. Unraveling the little note, Giyuu felt the corners of his mouth tilt upwards.

'Good morning my heart, I hope you had a great nights rest. Go ahead and freshen up bit for the meeting later today, I'll be preparing some food in the kitchen. After that mission yesterday, I thought you'd be hungry so I'm making some extras. Take your time yuu, i won't eat everything without you!'

At the bottom of the note was a tiny doodle of a heart next to your name, in fact there were all sorts of scribbles in the borders of the roughly torn paper. Giyuu was pretty sure that the one that looked like a pile of black lines was supposed to be a crow, his one specifically, at least he thought so since the drawing seemed really tired.

Folding the paper back up with a small smile on his face, Giyuu brushed the blankets off his legs and made his way to a wardrobe in the corner of a room.

On the top shelf was a box, a very special box for him, inside were things he's collected over the years of being with you.

Some letters ranging from the very first one you sent to one you just sent him via crow a few days ago, dried flowers and leaves from dates and other miscellaneous things. But while they were all bundled neatly with some twine, a pile however was left messily open. Those were his favourite ones; letters that he cherished and wanted to reread often, little nick-nacks that you thought he would like and he actually did want to keep for memory sake, plus hurriedly written notes just like the one in his hand.

Carefully sliding it amongst other all the papers of varying sizes, all they had in common was how much he loved the person who wrote it.

Fighting off another yawn, Giyuu shook his head and blinked rapidly. He better get ready, if he took longer than you both might be late for that pillar meeting. But first.

The water pillar slid open the bedroom door and let his feet take him to the kitchen, either it was muscle memory or his want to recover your touch he so craved, but it didn't matter which it is 'cause he was just one doorway from having you back in his arms.

Entering the room with a satisfied sigh, his footsteps were a tad hurried as he searched the room for your comforting figure gliding around the kitchen floor. Giyuu thought he would be met with the back of your head or maybe even better your smiling face, unfortunately he was just met with an empty room.

Features dropping quick, he backtracked and scanned the room again, thinking that maybe just maybe his eyes were deceiving him. But no, the room really was empty.

Taking a few steps in the room he failed to notice the silently giggling figure behind him, Giyuu sure did noticed eventually though, especially after you latched onto his back grinning ear to ear.

"I heated up the left overs from last night and made some rolled omelettes to go with it!" You crooned, propping your chin on his shoulder and pecked the corner of his jaw. "A small thank you for carrying me to bed last night. You'll get more kisses after."

As you rounded to stand in front of him, your dear husband could already feel his shoulders drop in relief. He loved your morning kisses.

"Of course I did," Giyuu put in, taking your hands in his and ran his thumbs across your knuckles. "I know how sore you get after falling asleep on your desk."

Cooing at how irresistibly cute Giyuu is, you leaned in and covered his cheeks in kisses. Loving how their softness perfectly reflected his demeanour at the moment.

"Go on and get cleaned up now, I'll go and set the table-" Cutting yourself off when you noticed Giyuu's furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips. "Don't look at me like that yuu, you prepared food last night, it's my turn this time."

"But that doesn't mean you should do all the work, I can-"

Before he could understand what was happening, you quickly brushed your lips together and pulled him into a kiss, the action shut him up real quick. Giyuu's eyes widen momentarily before they fluttered shut, ignoring heat crawling up his neck and the flush of his cheeks he leaned in to deepen the kiss. He knew what you were doing but he wasn't going to decline one of your sweet kisses.

Slowly pulling away, you still kept close, leaving a hair width separating you and Giyuu. "You say that, yet you did all the work yesterday, so therefor I'll handle the chores."

Cupping his cheeks and holding him close just for another minute more, you reluctantly turned him around and gave him gentle nudges toward the door. "Now go go, if you don't I might just give you a bath myself."

Shuffling along with your pushes, Giyuu thought over what you said for a second, and unconsciously mumbled something out loud. "That doesn't sound so bad,"

You froze with hands still pushed up against his back and stared at his face, wondering if he was serious or just did that by accident. The perk of the previously mentioned position of your hands was that you could feel him tense up, finally realising the words that stumbled out his lips.

"I'll just go now," Keeping his back turned to you, the water pillar speed walked out the door, trying to stop you from seeing how red his face was. Your previous kisses already made him turn pink but this turned him into a tomato.

So while your flustered husband ran around the corner as fast as he could, you stood there with a hand over your mouth, poorly concealing the grin you had on your face. Such a cutie.

Without whipping off said grin, you turned around to carry on what you were doing before he came in. Scooping rice into bowls and carefully shaping them into domes, well roughly a dome.

"Uhhh," You stared at the porcelain bowl in your hand, the rice dome wasn't fully smooth and it had multiple dents where you had accidentally poked it to hard. "Good enough."

Putting the less then perfect dome on your tray, you moved on to making the second one, which turned out better so you placed it on Giyuu's. The next steps were easily done, all you had to do was ladle in the broth from yesterday into their own separate bowls then plate up the rolled omelettes. Simple.

Ignoring the few drops of soup on the table next to some bits of carrots that fell out of the omelette, you brushed your hands on your apron before resting them against your hips. Satisfied with your work, but of course you weren't done just yet. Grabbing a shallow dish, in slides some grains and seeds, chopped up vegetables for a bit of variety, and lastly a few pieces of boiled chicken. Just to see if Kanzaburo and your crow would like it.

Bringing that dish to the window sill where the two crows sat, you carefully set it in between them. "Here you go, eat up! There's some chicken in there, don't you wanna try it?"

You try scratching your crows chin to get them to eat a piece, and after looking at you skeptically they relented and ate one. Only to shake their head in detest, clearly they did not enjoy the chicken. They made that very clear as they squawked angrily at you, pissed that you made them try such food. Rolling your eyes at their pickiness, you fed them a seed in apology, at least Kanzaburo seemed to like it though. You watched him from the corner of your eye, he doesn't seem to care much about it actually. The old crow tried hopping closer to the dish, but as he landed on the lip, it off set the balance and shot the other side up in the air sharply.

Luckily, with your speed you manage to catch both the dish and Kazanburo— who tipped over with the plate — before any food could spill out. While crow was cawing once again, this time angered at Kanzanburo, you placed the elderly crow back in his place. Closer, so he doesn't try it again.

"Please don't fall again,"

With the crows eating, it's time to get you and Giyuu eating too. Carefully bringing both trays of food to the table, you made sure everything was in its place and snacked on a stray piece of egg while you waited.

Thankfully you didn't have to wait long, since as you were taking off the apron, Giyuu just rounded the corner. Dressed in the standard demon slayer uniform, minus his haori though, you assumed it was still folded neatly in your bedroom then. Gretting him with a smile, you got one in return, albeit a small one but it made your heart leap nonetheless.

He walked over to you and just as he was about to give you a hug, you turned and wiggled your eyebrows at him, seeing your smug look he finally remembered what happened a few minutes ago. Groaning in embarrassment, Giyuu dropped his arms and spun around to face away from you.

Seeing the tips of his ears and his cheeks starting to turn red you laughed, awhing jokingly you stepped in front of him and wrestled your arms round his waist. Giggling out sweet nothings while you saw him pout and try to deny your hug. He gave up not a second after and dropped his head on your shoulder, loosely connecting his hands around your back.

Chuckling a bit more, you rocked him back and forth, reassuring him that you were joking and meant no harm.

He knew that already, but he still felt embarrassed at his slip up. Muttering something in your clothes before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. Which was a mistake because Giyuu just did it again but softer, wanting to hear you laugh again.

Wiggling away from him, you push your forehead against his temple, laughing as you try shoving him away with just that. Playing along with your little game, Giyuu turned his face and connected your forehead with his, it turned into a very "fierce" battle with you and Giyuu trying to gain the upper hand and push the other with more force.

At the end, Giyuu ended it by pulling away fast and pecking the space between your eyes.

It surprised you how uncharacteristically open the act of affection was, even if you two were currently alone — save the presence of your crows — your husband would still be a little shy with some forms of affection, one of them being kisses. But spying the light dusting of pink across his cheeks made you smile, still your Giyuu alright.

Taking his hand in yours, you walked over to the table and sat in a comfortable silence while you both enjoyed your meal.

Looking down at your feet, you checked that your footwear was on properly and probably won't fall off as you were walking.

"Are you ready?"

Giyuu said behind you, readjusting the sheathed blade at his side. He himself looked just about ready to go, if not for the fact that his haori was a little folded around his shoulders.

"Yep," Nodding at him as you reached out to fix said folding.

Seeing your hands come to his shoulders, he instinctively let you continue on what you were doing and let his eyes glide over your form. Admiring your concentrated expression for a second before a strand of hair fell over your eyes, he moved to fix it while you were trying desperately to blow it away yourself.

"Let me help," You complied and stopped arranging his split haori. Not because you needed too, but because you wanted to just enjoy the way Giyuu's hand softly brushed against your cheek to tuck the hair back in it's place.

"There," He softly muttered, relishing the fact that without the hair covering your eyes, they caught the sunlight perfectly. Making your eyes reflect like crystals.

"Mhm," You hummed in agreement, cupping his face to tilt his head down, you place one more kiss against his forehead. "Shall we get going Giyuu?"

He nodded, a tiny bit too flustered to respond with proper sentences. Instead he reached out to offer his hand, silently asking you to hold it on your way to Oyakata-sama's estate. Which you gladly accepted to, taking his hand and threading your fingers through his.

If you hadn't been looking up towards the path in front of you, then maybe you could've seen Giyuu look down at your joined hands with a slight smile on his face.

"Let's go,"

Nodding you head at him once again you tugged him forwards, almost blinding Giyuu with your smile.

With a squeeze to your hand, Giyuu started walking, easily falling into step with you. It was a familiar movement for his feet and yours, after years of knowing each other, it was plain muscle memory to walk with each other at your side.

Together, you and Giyuu left your shared estate hand in hand to the pilar meeting. Even after then there were still many years and mornings to come for you two to walk aside each other again.

i am not looking forward to any future wednesdays, cause it's where all the crummy lessons are. so this was really self indulgent.

sorry i really didn't mean to take this long to write again ._. i already have another fic in mind after this one so im looking forward to writing that more so then i am for wednesdays :DD

i hope everyone had a great day, remember to stay safe and hydrated lovelies. and i'll see you in the next fic

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[angelhotchner]

"shut up and kiss me already" smut with derek and a gender neutral reader perhaps? thank you :)

Whoops, a couple of these from yesterday are a day late - I'm sorry! Short story is yesterday at work, the building next to mine caught fire and fire is one of my major trauma triggers, so I ended up going to bed super early when I got home <3 Also, I haven't wrote complete smut in months so I'm a little rusty.

Marley's Prompt Sunday Masterlist

Speech Prompt 2: 'shut up and kiss me!' Contents: Smut, Adult Language, lil bit of Angst. Pairing / Characters: Derek Morgan, Gender-Neutral Reader Format: Drabble

Smut Contents: Oral-giving, biting, penetration, dirty talk. "What in the hell were you thinkin'?" Morgan yelled as soon as you opened the hotel room door.

"Hello to you too," You sighed, leaving the door open for him to come in as you walked away, your back to him. You sat down on the edge of your bed, watching the man storm into the room and slam the door behind him.

"I'm not playing, Y/N," He warned, standing still in the middle of the room. He was almost shaking with anger, his expression stony and unfaltering as he stared at you.

"Look, I was running out of time,"

"You should have waited for back-up,"

"I had no time!"

"You should have waited, Y/N!"

"That's rich, coming from you!" You stood up and almost squared up to him, his face inches from yours. "Who are you, Hotch? I didn't have time to wait. I'm fine,"

You could see his eyes change, although his face remained cold and angry. A small glimmer of hurt.

"You could have gotten yourself killed," He said lowly.

"I. Am. Fine,"

Your faces were even closer now, the tension in the air rising higher and higher.

"This time you are. But what happens the next time? And the next? I can't lose a member of this team. I can't lose you," His hand rested on your shoulder, soft in comparison to his mood.

"It's my job,"

"You need to wait for back-up,"

You continued arguing back and forth, neither one of you wanting to back down on the conversation, but things were getting more heated by the second. Each time he spoke, your eyes flickered to his mouth and the feeling of his breath so close to your face was driving you crazy.

"Just shut up and kiss me," You burst out. You expected him to recoil, to step back, but he came closer. He didn't say anything to you. There was no single pause between the words flying out of your mouth to him leaning in feverishly, grabbing your neck and pulling you closer than you thought possible as he kissed you, strong and passionate. Hotter than you could have ever imagined.

"You made me so worried," He mumbled as he broke the kiss, out of breath and his eyes blown out with lust. For once in your life, you resisted your urge to argue. You met his lips again, and he completely let go.

Slowly, he backed you up until you fell backwards onto the bed, his chiselled form pinning you down as he worshipped your mouth, your neck, any exposed part of you that he could find.

Your nails scraped his bare skin as you let your hands trail upwards under his t-shirt. He leaned back and pulled it over his head in one slick movement. He paused to look at you.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, and you nodded, your lips slightly swollen and your forehead slick with sweat. He slowly unbuttoned your shirt, goose bumps forming where his fingers caught contact with your bare skin.

"Damn," He mumbled to himself as began to attack your chest, sucking and biting. Your mouth let out soft moans.

"I want you," Your voice broke out between moans, and he leaned back, giving you a break from his hickeys. "Jeans off,"

He grinned, standing up to unbuckle his belt. "I didn't think you'd be the commanding type,"

"I'm not," you admitted. In any other circumstance, you would have allowed yourself to take in the full beauty of this man stood in front of you, just in his boxers, but you felt so desperate and horny that you lunged for him, pulling his boxers down and exposing his dick, just shy of being fully erect.

"Shit," he grunted as your warm mouth slowly wrapped around him, the wetness making him groan as you gently sucked. You tried desperately to build up your pace gradually, but your patience wore thin as you suddenly took him entirely, hitting the back of your throat over and over again. He let out a shocked gasp as your head bobbed up and down quickly, cursing as he felt his skin tingling.

Roughly, he grabbed your hair and pulled you upwards, releasing himself from your mouth. Within seconds, you were both completely shed of your clothes. You watched him, but he stood, waiting for your move.

You were never usually the one to take control but, for the second time that night, you did. You motioned for him to sit down at the end of the bed.

Standing in front of him, you relished in his eyes trailing all over your body. He leaned backwards, never taking his eyes from you as he opened the bedside table drawer and taking out a bottle of lube.

"Did you profile that?" You giggled, and he grinned, squirting some of the liquid onto his palm and gently rubbing over himself.

You steadily began to straddle him, rising up a little bit before lowering yourself down unhurriedly, feeling him slowly fill you up.

"That's it baby, sink down onto me," He murmured into your ear as he held you close. You groaned as you hit the base, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of him, before slowly rocking backwards and forwards.

"Oh damn," He whispered, pulling your head to the side to place kisses all over your neck as you began to bounce up and down, moans emitting from your mouth every time he hit you just right.

He felt so fucking good. But you needed him harder, faster, and you were struggling to set the pace you needed yourself. He caught onto what you wanted, grabbing your waist and thrusting into you quickly. Your moans turned into yelps.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, in the best way possible. You could almost feel every nerve ending in your body become electrified as Derek stared at you, the lust and pleasure in his face bringing you even closer to your end, and to his too.

You came in sync with each other, whispering a string of each other's names and expletives as you rode out your highs. You collapsed against his shoulder, and he rubbed your back carefully, panting.

"I should risk my life more often," You giggled. He pushed you back off his shoulder, staring you down with a scowl.

"No,"

#marley's prompt sunday #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x gn!reader #derek morgan x gender neutral reader #derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #derek morgan smut #the bau #angelhotchner

[skullstarz]

kirishima headcanons

hes cute asf so these are kirishima having a crush on u headcanons

word count: 785

alternative title: kirishima pls come out of my laptop and be my sharkie boy

first of all

gah DAYUM this man is fine n u KNOW IT 🤰

but what you don't know is that he's ready to give up everything FOR YOU

talk about a simp ass mf ￣ー￣

honestly wants to protect you with all his might but fuck you're so strong and skilled with your quirk and shit

either way, he's proud of you for being so cool

ofc he doesn't show it so softly

"dude!! that was so cool, i can't believe you took him down all by yourself!!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ"

what he means: i'm really proud of you, but i was worried and i'm glad you're okay!

on GOD HE CALLS YOU PEBBLE THAT IS NO DISCUSSION

it's not really about your size cause i know he's the type to really love all of you, no matter what shape or size you come in

cause no matter what you're tiny in comparison to the MASS AMOUNTS OF LOVE HE HAS FOR YOU

that being said, you should totally call him boulder/rock whenever he calls you pebble

he's your personal hype man

thinks you're pretty mf swag no matter what you wear, cause he's blinded by love

and bro if you're SMART? THE CUTEST MF STUDY SESSIONS

will probably find any excuse to hang out with you/get you to hang out with him

if he's working out he'll push you to work out with him, not because of your weight, he just thinks the face you make when you're putting in effort is pretty adorable

him @ you: so cute (＞人＜;)

and if you dye your hair he will beg you to dye his hair for him

cause its 'so much more easy'

in reality, it's as close he can get to his DREAM

head in between your thighs

your hands running through his hair

you happily helping him do something that is in some ways a bit vulnerable to him, cause ofc, its his beloved hair

in NO way is he thinking sexually about you cause that really wouldn't be manly, would it

but he's for sure in heaven, rip kiri T-T fly high, angel

when it's time to confess to you, it's only definitely cause one of the girls accidentally outed you

probably uraraka LOL

knowing you like him too, he musters up the balls to ask you out, and it goes a lil like this

you were hanging out in your dorm room when kirishima finally decided it was time. dreadfully walking up to your room, he heard you laughing and hanging out with your best friend, [name]. he was || this close to chickening out, all determination draining from his body, but it was too late (cue dun DUN DUNNNN). your friend got a text, and quickly, they shuffled out of the room saying they forgot to turn in an assignment. on the way out they nodded at kirishima, and nervously he walked into your room.

sitting down next to you, he calls you pebble and puts a loose arm around you. "hey boulder" you smiled, not taking your eyes off of whatever you were watching. kirishima thanked the heavens you were distracted, as he was sweating so hard it seemed like he just came out of the shower. he pondered and pondered, before frustratedly huffing. "I can't do this" he said in an upset tone without even realizing he said it out loud, catching your attention. "what's up eiji?" your head tilted a bit, looking up at him as he mentally cursed up a storm.

he realized it was far too late to back out now, and he looked at you slightly panicked. it took him a while, but eventually he got it out. he worried afterwards, as your (head over heels) ass just stared in shock. was he really that worried over this?? isn't it SO OBVIOUS that you would practically DIE for this man?? you break out laughing and kirishima's heart sinks to his ass when you STUPIDLY SAY "are you kidding me???". he goes to get up when you grab him by the shoulder, squeezing out a "kiri-" before holding back another fit of giggles "i like you too! isn't it obvious?"

his heart? no longer in his ass. "REALLY?" "YEAH??? YOU WERE THAT WORRIED??" kirishima was fucking BEAMING dog aoyama's navel laser has NOTHING ON THOSE WHITE ASS CHOMPERS KIRI SHOWS OFF WITH HIS SMILE "i wasn't THAT worried" he said cutely, touching the back of his neck. you two quickly set up a date excitedly, and hung out for the rest of the evening sharing embarrassing moments you both experienced liking each other.

your friend who was kicked out: ٩(๑T^T๑)۶ wtf bitch

a/n: im rusty stfu LMAO

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[in-superbloom]

mmm i think i've had pasteis they're not bad. coxinha does not sound familiar to me but there are a lot of things i never had simply because they weren't kosher and i'm jewish so i keep kosher. like i've never had proper feijoada because i don't eat pork. also i have to ask, what's your opinion on farofa? because i ~really hate it~ but maybe that's just me. while i'm here: favorite word in portuguese, favorite song that's not in english, favorite taylor swift hairstyle! beijos bella

oooop it me being late as usual <3 @clumsyclifford 💜

this got long (what a surprise) so let's put a lil cut here <3

google explained to me what kosher means, so that's nice bc it's really interesting. also coxinhas are more commonly filled with chicken but you can put really anything you'd like in it, it's probably my favorite pastry <3

oooh gotta agree with you on that one, i really don't see what's so special about farofa lmao think most of my family loves it, so maybe it's just a few of us out here with functioning tastebuds 😌

oh man, favorite word in portuguese? that's a pretty tough one bc i love this language (all romance languages really) bc there's such a diversity of words and so many synonyms for everything & it's so easy to make everything sound poetic, which <3 i also don't read that much in portuguese these days so my brain is a lil rusty, but let's see. may i be a lil basic and say amor & saudade bc i just really love them & how simple they are while holding so much weight. but also, maresia for completely unknown reasons to me. i love lua but then again, i love any variation of that word. OOOOH OKAY i think my ultimate favorite is dengo. i just. it's so soft & it always holds a sense of love and tenderness 🥺 it's also probably my most used word bc calling people dengo is literally a part of my personality 😌 i don't think there's a direct translation of it to english? which i think it's cool (hope you know what it is but lmk if you don't bc i'm not entirely sure of which parts of brazil uses it 😂)

next one: favorite song that's not in english. welp, it's gonna be in portuguese bc that's where my language knowledge stops. okay i'm gonna give you two songs bc i refuse to pick just one (two is also a crime but we're compromising):

• i've been listening to pitty a lot lately <3 going back to my roots, the music that actually raised me & she's a good example of that <3 so i'd say currently this is my favorite

• however, if we're talking an absolute favorite song, i could produce here a whole playlist bc i love too many songs, but i'll go with this one <3 it still remains one of my favorite lyrics of all time 💜

& at last, t-swift hairstyles. a really good question. i loved the big curls at the beginning of her career (debut era my beloved <3) & am also a big fan of the hairstyle she was sporting last year during the folklore/evermore era bc i think it fits her really well. however, my absolute favorite has to be the 2018 one specifically the one she had during the rep tour <3 i mean !!! look at her !!!

the cutest human being alive <3 i really just love when her hair is as natural as possible 🥺 but also, bangs <3

#now i'm really curious to know which type of music you were exposed to while you were here #also pardon me if something here doesn't make any sense #it's almost 9 am & i haven't slept yet bc i'm a dumbass #so my brain isn't working at all right now #reaaaally loved answering these tho so thank you bella !!! & sorry for taking so long to answer #i appreciate you always indulging me to talk about my country btw <3 #hope you're doing well angel !!! 💖 #bella <3 #mail 💌 #spotify #br stuff #anna talks taylor #anna from the future coming to say that i have slept & re-read this but my brain is still fried so if something doesn't make any sense #pls just look away <3 thanks <3

[bakugous-abs]

Hiya! I adored your Fantasy AU! w/ kirishima and his lil babies! I saw you mentioned he wouldn't let anyone toich his s/o and babies for as long as he lives, so I'm asking for some angst to fluff ending! Say, an attack happens in the area s/o and her babies live, and she fights back and flees to the neighboring village with her babies, all while Kirishima and Bakugou were out. His reaction to the trashed home w/ blood around? Though, please fluffy ending or I'll cry💀

~Admin Blue

You’d fought back with all your strength whenthe hunters had burst into your territory under the cover of night. In the end,they’d walked away in worse shape than you, but you couldn’t risk them comingback when you were too weak to fight again so soon.

So you’d taken your babies and fled, mourningthe state of your once peaceful home. You knew Eijirou would find you all soonenough in town. The town wasn’t far, but you knew it was safe. The people knewyou and welcomed you without second thought and you knew your babies would beas safe as possible there.

Still, you knew the clearing looked like thestuff of nightmares. Half the blood was yours and surely that was why yourvision wavered. But you knew you’d be fine. The hunters’ blood made up theother half, after all.

The little boy in your arms fussed as hecurled against you, his sister huddled to your other side. They’d calmed downonce you’d entered the room, the fright from the situation long forgotten.

The pit of unease in Eijirou’s stomach wasn’tnecessarily new. He’d been feeling itfor hours, but now that he was closer to his home, he felt a deep sense ofdread that buried deep in his bones. He almost didn’t want to keep walkingtowards it.

Katsuki grimaced as he spotted a smallsplatter by his feet. The dull red stood out against the wet, green grass.“Hey, shitty-hair. You never told me. Do dragons hunt things bigger thanrabbits?”

Eijirou didn’t answer, instead picking up thepace as the scent of copper flooded his senses. Faint traces of you, yourbabies and something else tangled in.

The clearing was unnaturally still. Heexpected laughter or the sounds that came naturally with small children.

Instead, he found that patches of grass wereflattened and dyed a rusty red, littered with fallen scales. Your house wasdark, windows and door wide open. The rain had to have soaked everything…

Katsuki pushed the branches away from himselfto stand next to Eijirou, freezing at the sight. He barely avoided a lash ofEijirou’s tail as it whipped around, clawed hands flying up to his hair.

An odd sound tore from Eijirou’s throat with aheave of his chest. It was somewhere between a dry sob and a howl. There wereno footprints, no scent trail of you in any direction, nobody in the  house-

His world was crashing around him. Everythinglooked so wrong.

“Eijirou.” Katsuki’s hand rested on hisshoulder. “Listen to me. You can track them.”

Eijirou nodded. His heart felt like it wastrying to beat out of his chest. Breathing hurtas his chest and throat squeezed viciously.

It took what felt like forever, but eventuallyhe found a faint scent to track. His eyes lit up as he followed, only sparinghalf a second to look at Katsuki. “They ran towards town.”

Katsuki could barely keep up with the dragonas Eijirou ran. He was just human: as strong and fast as he was, Katsuki knewit’d be near impossible to comfortably match Eijirou’s pace, much more so nowthat Eijirou wasn’t thinking of him.

Nothingcould or would stop Eijirou from finding his family.

 And said dragon didn’t tire until he reachedtown, at which point Katsuki was gasping and sputtering for breath. Not thatKatsuki could entertain the thought of making him slow down; while he wasn’tnearly as close to you, he was scared.

If anything happened to you, that would be theend of Eijirou. He’d break.

You awoke to someone knocking on the door hardenough that it visibly moved. Your daughter yawned, big, dark eyes staring upat you as you sat up and took her into your arms. Her brother was still soundlyasleep, just barely stirring when the mattress moved.

You had a feeling you knew who was there butyou still kept your child tucked safely against your chest as you opened it.

“You’resafe!”

Before you could even blink you were pressedagainst a solid chest, kisses peppered frantically all over your face.

“Oh, that looks bad,” Eijirou winced, runninga thumb over a flourishing bruise on your cheek. His gaze drifted to your arms,the little dragon cradled in them.

His relief was dizzying. Tears pricked at thecorners of his eyes. “What happened? Is everyone okay? Are they hurt?”

You shushed him as your son began to fuss.“Everyone’s safe. Here. Hold him. He missed you.”

There was nothing that calmed him down fasterthan the reassurance of being curled up against his father. Tiny fingersgripped at his scarf, chubby cheek pressed against Eijirou chest.

“Hunters found us, but I scared them off. So Ihid here. But we’re fine- no, Eijirou, really, don’t cry!”

Eijirou sniffed, keeping the three of youpressed up against him. His hand gently smoothed the inky-black strands of hiskids’ hair as they whined and squirmed. “I was scared. I thought… And I wasn’tthere to help you! I’m so sorry!”

“Ei, it’s not your fault…”

“I promise I’ll keep you safe from now on. Twon’t happen again!” As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t leaving your sidefor days at the very least.

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[townhuman-blog]

@icedesire  |  elena  ♡’d  for  a  starter.

 ❛   you’re  not  seriously  thinking  of  bailing.   what’s  a  school  dance  without  elena  gilbert ?   ❜   answer:   one  where  jess  might  actually  have  a  shot  at  homecoming  queen  –––  of  course,  she  doesn’t  say  that.   why  would  she ?   she’s  got  the  faux-pout  down  to  a  science  &  it’d  be  a  pity  to  stop  now.

#icedesire #list e n i read the tvd books years ago so forgive me if i'm a lil rusty #also i went with them not being strangers b u t if thats not cool just lmk & i'll write up something else instead ! #* re : ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ / for your eyes only .