#it's been a tough week for everyone for reasons and I'm really pleased with how the company has handled the situation

[evasive-anon]

Jason Attacking Tim at Titans Tower

Fanon vs Canon

We've all seen the versions in fanfiction but I'm not so sure everyone's seen the original so if you're one of those batfam fans who doesn't want to read the comics (regardless of reasons) but you are curious about how it actually went this is for you.

What I'm addressing:

What does Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Did Jason drug all the other Titans?

Did Jason really wear a Robin costume?

Did Jason slit Tim's throat or call him replacement?

Did Jason actually break Tim's bo staff?

Was Tim crying or scared?

Did Jason write a message on the wall in Tim's blood?

Did Jason's eyes glow green?/Did he follow pit rage mechanics?

Panels and details below. This is a LONG one.

What did Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Dialogue in fanfiction during the Titans Tower attack varies based on what kind of fic you're reading but usually its either 'time to clip Replacement's wings' if its staying a beatdown whump 'or oh no precious lil bby why is no one watching you' if its an accidental child acquisition. Not judging either option, but this ain't about them its about the real shit.

Look at these opening lines:

Hey, Tim. I was here first.You're the Red Hood. You've been cleaning up Gotham the easy way. Easy? What do you know about easy, Tim? You had a father that looked after you. You went to a private school, right? You slept in a bed. I slept on the streets, I lived in the alleyways in Gotham. Trying to survive. Until Bruce took me in. I trained as hard as I could. I did whatever he asked. . . at least at first. But it didn't matter. They said I wasn't tough enough to be robin. But today, they say you are. Show me, Tim. Show me what you have that I didn't.

Jason really puts himself out there in all of his dialogue in this encounter, the struggle of having to fight for anything and everything he got in life, even the things that came to everyone else for free, and then being told he wasn't even good enough for the things he fought for.

There's a trope in fanfics that if Jason knew Tim stalked Batman and forced his way into being Robin that it would change how Jason felt about the situation but that's even addressed in this comic:

You were a kid, worried about how Batman was spiraling down into darkness. You spent weeks tracking the dark knight. Solving a mystery no one else could. You discovered who he was behind that mask. Millionaire Bruce Wayne. You were so pleased with yourself, I'm sure that you forgot who you were really dealing with. I know Bruce Wayne. And let me tell you, Tim if someone was trying to find out who Batman really was. If someone was stalking him for weeks. He'd know about it. You can't be that good. I am. He let you find him. And I bet he said the same thing to you as he did to me, didn't he? That you had a talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light to his darkness. Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Tim saying 'I am' is really such a moment that doesn't come through in text because he is right that he really did do that but I also completely understand why Jason wouldn't believe it.

TBH my favorite part is how done Tim honestly sounds with Jason thoughout all his trauma dumping. Like imagine a grown man who used to work the same part time job as you breaking into your house, dressing up in your work uniform, ranting about how much the job ruined his life while he beats your ass??? God, and he probably had to write a fucking report about it after. RIP Timmy.

What do you want? Do you want to be Robin again? Is that it? You... want to take it away from me? Why in the hell would I ever want that? Don't you get it? When I died no one cared! No one remembered me. Are you completely insane? No one could forget you. I've spent my entire career wearing this mask under your shadow. I had to convince Batman to let me try this. All because he'll never stop blaming himself for what happened to you. You ask me, that's the only reason he hasn't taken you down. He's holding back. But me? No freakin' way. That's the Robin I wanted to see. Still. You do realize the whole idea of training a teenager to fight against something he'll never eradicate is a mistake. It didn't even surprise anyone when I died. When I failed. I failed-- but I'm still beating you. Do you think you're that good now?! Do you really, Tim? Yes.

Tim bashing Jason across the face as he says 'no freakin' way'? *chefs kiss*

Jason drugging the other Titans to knock them out?

Little bit true, Kory was actually just already away from the tower and BB and Cyborg were about to bounce because of the drama going on with Donna's return but Jason like super tazes them and then drugs Raven who he thought already went through enough shit without him knocking her out violently.

Note: Jason says in the text here that he never rolled with Cyborg or BB but like he actually did in some comics so?? The continuity is lie I guess idk.

Did he show up in Red Hood gear or a Robin costume?

Both tbh but he spent most of the time in the Robin costume but bro actually made a stripper rip away version of his Red Hood gear so he could dramatically reveal the Robin costume underneath. I can't believe no one ever includes that in their fics its so fucking funny.

Does he call Tim 'replacement' or slit his throat?

No, this came from a Batman comic with Hush not Teen Titans. That incident takes place in a graveyard not Titans Tower and he calls Tim pretender not replacement.

Does Jason break Tim's staff?

Tragically, no. The bo staff snap would have been iconic. Instead he just takes Tim's staff and beats Tim up with it and breaks stuff. BUT!! He uses it to bust a statue in the TITANS MEMORIAL ROOM which is a place in Titans Tower just for having statues of dead previous titans and Jason is rightfully pissed he didn't get one. Like Tim is correct in saying no one forgot him still but like I would be hurt too if all my friends made cool statues of friends that died and then just left my zombie ass out, like wtf.

Note: I am seriously losing my shit that I have never seen someone bring up the memorial room in a fanfic. That is so much angst material. 😭

Tim crying/ being scared?

Hell no. He's a fucking Robin you know he's being a sassy boy the whole time, even towards the end when he's about done he's still saying he's her and I love Tim for that.

Note: There are a few different times where Tim does a flippy Robin move and then Jason just fucking copies it like flexing that he can do it too, and its just so petty and stupid he's trying so hard to be better than an actual child. 💀I get why in the context of the situation but its still so ridiculous.

Message on the wall in Tim's blood?

TBH I really don't know for sure on this one?? Like its implied that he did but Tim isn't bleeding all that much throughout this beatdown and like we don't see Jason do it just the Titans reacting to seeing it after. It could be Tim's blood, it could be red paint, and it could even be that Jason packed an actual bucket of blood to bring with him to write a message with after he finished. TBH the world is your oyster on this one.

Note: If anyone can find another comic where this event was brought up where they actually clarify it was Tim's blood hmu and I'll update this but I couldn't find any.

Pit rage/ glowing green eyes?

Fanon only at this point in the comics. Jason is seems to be himself and even thinks Tim and his friends are pretty cool at the end, and he's just like reflecting on if he had good friends if he would have turned out better as he leaves.

#tim drake #jason todd #red hood #robin dc #teen titans #comic panels #jason and tim #teen titans 2003 #dc comics #panels are from teen titans (2003) issue 29 #i would never tell anyone they have to read comics but i do think seeing the original scene of fanon favs is good #not because you need to follow them but because its good to know what you're taking inspo from #jason attacking tim at titans tower #LONG POST

[takenbypeter]

Hi! Could you write a Hank McCoy x Reader fic with one of these dialogue prompts? (Whatever you feel like)

5. "God, you always make me blush so damn much." (Nicholas Hoult is always blushing so I thought it would be nice if Hank did as well)

23. "Wait...are you making pancakes? Can I help?" (He seems like the type of person who cooks)

25. "Have you been drinking enough water?" (He is a doctor)

I'm pretty sure I read every fic with him in this site and I want more.😂

Doctor’s Orders

Hank McCoy x reader

Number 25: “Have you been drinking enough water?”

(Reader is AFAB)

Hehe I couldn't decide so I did all of them, sorry it took so long, I went through like a no writing phase but I think I'm slowly returning

Sometimes you hated having a uterus. More specifically you hated it when it was that time of the month. How you hated even being born whenever that time hit and of course that was today. 

Instead of listening to your body and wallowing in pain as the cramps hit hard that morning, practically almost making you spit up your dinner from the night before, you put on your adult shoes and chose to be productive around the X-mansion as you usually did. 

Most days weren’t so bad, you’d help with the younger level kids here and there before you did some of your own training but today? Today they were rowdy for whatever reason, maybe the weather, all you knew was that you wanted this week to be done already. 

You tried your hardest to just be there, be present as you seemed to be running around all day at different peoples beck and call when all you really wanted to do was curl up and scream but of course that wasn’t like you. So you had to plaster a fake customer smile. But you could even barely do that anymore as halfway through the day you decided your body couldn’t take it anymore. So you went to the one place you knew no one would bother you. 

The labs. 

Most of the time it was just Hank in the labs and you of course didn’t want to bother him when he may be working but then again he was your boyfriend and you were in a lot of pain. So you went. 

You entered his labs slowly and peeking around the entrance, you saw that luckily he wasn’t dealing with any chemicals at the moment. 

“Thank god you’re working,” when he worked that meant everyone knew not to disturb him, well everyone but apparently you. 

His arms set down whatever thingamabob was in his hands, “please come in why don’t you?”

You did realize it was rude, “sorry,” you mumbled out as you backed up into the nearest corner and squatted down. With your knees to your stomach you instantly felt better even if only just a little. 

With your head tucked into your legs you could just feel the strange sight he most certainly had on you. “Don’t mind me…” you breathed as a big cramp just made its way, “just go about your way, I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“If you think I’m going to be able to focus while you’re scrunched up in the corner like that you’re absolutely crazy.”

“I’m fine,” you said, your voice muffled.

You didn’t see it but you could tell Hank was staring at you. But he was staring at you not with disbelief more with worry. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

“Nothing just got my period this morning, I’ll be fine.” Typically this only happened to you on maybe the first two days and usually you just toughed it out.

Suddenly an overwhelming cramp could be felt in your lower stomach area, you groaned as you leaned forward, your knees now against the floor with your forehead touching the floor “…just give me a moment,” you said, refusing to move from that spot with your arms clutching your body. 

“Have you been drinking enough water?”

Ugh. That question wouldn’t have annoyed you if the answer was yes. But it’s not your fault everyone seemed to need your help left and right. 

“Maybe half a bottle so far,” you said. 

His mouth drops, “that’s not nearly enough.”

“Yeah yeah, thank you doctor,” you cut off, still hurting.  

You don’t pay mind to the noise you hear shuffling before you see a bottle being held out towards you. 

You reach out, taking it with a thanks. “Wait here,” he commands before he turns around. Not like I have much choice, you thought as you closed your eyes again feeling a little bit better as the cramps randomly subside for a moment. 

Pretty soon you hear Hank’s footsteps come back and you begin to hear shuffling beside you. Curious, you open your eyes and watch as he sets down a blanket beside you. Then a makeshift pillow made out of a jacket. 

He didn’t even have to say anything and you moved there willingly. You didn’t care that the floor was hard underneath, you were just glad to lie down somewhere. 

While you lay there on your side feeling like garbage he hands you a warm heating pad which you gladly take and he moves the water bottle closer to you before he takes another blanket and covers you with it. 

“Drink your water and let your body take a break,” he adds. 

Once he makes sure you’re all settled his eyes catch yours as you lay with a smile on your face. 

“What?”

“You love me,” you sing-song almost like a kid would. 

Although a grin starts to tug at one of the corners of his lips he reaches out dragging his hand down your face closing your eyes in the process as you would a departed person. 

“Get some rest.”

Your eyes open again as you watch him leave your side to return back to his work. ‘He loves me,’ you teased once again in thought as you snuggled with the blanket and heating pad.

~

Dialogue Prompt #2

#hank mccoy x reader #hank mccoy fanfic #hank mccoy fanfiction #hank mccoy imagine #xmen x reader #x men x reader #xmen fanfiction #xmen fanfic #x men fanfiction #x men fanfic #xmen imagine #x men imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #dialogue prompt 2

[bookofmirth]

Did you like cc3 or love? Neither?

oh hello, why don't you pull up a chair because I have finished this book and I have Thoughts. I was thinking for a good chunk of this book that I would give it 2 stars. I still might. It depends on how it sits with me over the next couple of weeks. I ended up giving it 3 because I did enjoy some parts.

I will start with the more positive thoughts.

I am glad that the crossover was limited. One of my fears was that the series be unavoidably intertwined from here on out, so that pleases me.

I really did like seeing how Nesta has grown, her friendship with Azriel, and seeing more interesting things with his powers! That was really neat.

I did laugh out loud a couple of times, at points where I was supposed to laugh out loud. I think Tharion is dumb as hell but he made me chuckle.

The scene with Ithan and Sabine towards the end was good, I was like Gordon Ramsay, finally, some delicious fucking consequences.

Ummm... I like Ruhn and Lidia still. They had some silly moments, but overall they are the only characters in this book that I still have a shred of respect for. Maybe Perry and Sathia. Everyone else is on thin fucking ice.

Shout out to the one (1) line Bryce said that I liked: “I’m sick and tired of people using 'girl' as an insult.”

Unfortunately, the list of things I didn't like is far longer. I'm actually going to put it under the cut if people don't want their enjoyment spoiled or simply don't care.

In my opinion, sjm is a good storyteller, and an okay writer. This book really, really highlighted that for me. The plotting was a mess, I was constantly going back a page because I was confused about what was going on, there were weird inconsistencies that only made sense if you stepped back from the book and thought "well, the author needed that to happen, I guess."

There were some typos and word choice errors that should have been caught - "every muscle in Bryce's body went taught" and then a missing quotation mark (But it was Aidas who answered, pride flaring on his face. Apollion slew her with his Helfire when she attacked him—he pulled her burning heart from her chest and ate it.”). Not to mention the 255 "could have sworns" and 50-something "as if". I noticed a few similar phrases to this. If I'm feeling spicy one day maybe I will go back and find them.

The number of times she says "by whatever power" or "somehow" in a book where she has spent a lot of time explaining the power, and we should know what the "somehow" is???

Who in the ever loving fuck thinks that splitting up two tense scenes by cutting them into bite sized pieces and then interspersing them together is a good idea???

There were multiple times when I laughed out loud at scenes that were not meant to be funny, because they just seemed so dumb. Like... Ithan "accidentally" beheading Sigrid. Excuse me?? lmao (I edited this one because in my annoyance I misrepresented that a bit)

The tone was so, so off. That was a big source of my inappropriate laughing. Like, Hunt thanking Urd that he had such a loyal, fierce badass mate. Or a chapter starting with Ruhn saying "nah". I think this is because the genre could not decided what it wanted to be. SJM was still writing like this was high fantasy, but then used the word "like" in the way that I use the word "like". I do get that this is urban fantasy and she tried to smush it with a high fantasy (a high fantasy with very little world building, but still), but I really do not think that this genre serves sjm's style of storytelling. At all.

Dear powers that be in whatever heaven that exists, please stop letting sjm describe every single character as the most strongest beautiful fiercest loyal badass tough unflenching etc etc etc. I fucking beg. One of the big reasons that I dislike pretty much every character in this series is that they ALL HAVE THE SAME PERSONALITY.

Bryce is annoying as hell. I could write a whole essay on her but she is easily my least favorite sjm character EVER.

I am bitter at feeling like I needed to read this book when, after hosab, I would have given up on this series if not for the crossover.

The crossover really did feel like a "teehee I can do this because I want to" with very, very little thought as to how it would actually make sense. A crossover like this should NOT be done by someone who doesn't outline, and who pantses their writing. Pantsing is fine in itself! Pantsers should be barred from writing this kind of book.

Hunt's dick is too big for his underwear.

#hofas #hofas spoilers #house of flame and shadow spoilers #Leslie reads hofas #house of flame and shadow #sjm critical

[tsukimefuku]

❅ Sand and Snow | Chapter 3

ALL CHAPTERS HERE | PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE.

In the city of Odate, Akita, there have been multiple deaths in the past few weeks. The first-grade sorcerer Nanami Kento is sent out to investigate the snowy city, not knowing that it would be his last mission as a Jujutsu High student.

OR

Why Nanami left Jujutsu High to become a 9/5 corporate slave.

Tags: Murder/mystery, canon typical violence, POV Nanami, Post Star-plasma Vessel Arc, Canon compliant, Angst but I'm not Gege

Here we go! First fight scene, and everyone's favorite white haired sorcerer arrives.

WC: 3.6K | on AO3 here.

This time, Nanami called Ijichi after reporting to principal Yaga. Ijichi picked up pretty fast, and had a worried tone to his voice.

"Y-Yes?"

"Ijichi, I have some things to ask. Firstly, do you have any new information about the Yamadas?"

Ijichi paused. "No... I have not. I mean, I don't." He sounded nervous.

"Is there anything wrong?" Nanami asked.

"No, just... h-haven't found anything yet. Nope. Nada."

He thought Ijichi's demeanor was out of sorts, but decided to not press the matter any further on the phone. Some things about this mission were shady, Ijichi must've had a reason to be acting like he was.

"Also, I need to have some samples examined. Is Ieiri available?"

"Samples? Of what?"

"Coagulated blood from the last corpse." Nanami answered.

Ijichi sounded like he fought back an urge to hurl and gagged a little. "I will ask her about it."

"Ok, do it now."

Nanami heard fast footsteps, a thump, another thump, Ijichi saying ouch and ruffling on the line. He sighed as he waited for Ijichi to solve his locomotion hardships on his way to Ieiri. Shoko picked up the phone and answered.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Ieiri, I need to have some coagulated blood samples examined. They contain a cursed type of venom. Normal methods were not able to determine its nature or origin."

"Tough luck, huh?" She responded. "Nanami, you're in Odate. Just the time it would take for that sample to get here... I don't think I can do anything to help you this time around, unfortunately."

He sighed. It was worth the shot, anyway. "What would you suggest?"

"This is something that has to be analyzed in loco and as soon as possible."

"I understand. Thank you." Nanami said as he hung up. He grabbed the phone number Shiori had given him earlier that day, and dialed it. She picked up.

"Hello, who is this?"

"It's Nanami. Are you occupied?"

"I'm not, actually. I'm just at home taking care of my plants. Why?"

"I need your help with something." He replied, hoping she wouldn't ask for further clarifications on the phone.

"Ok, I guess. You can come over. But please, knock on my door this time, stalker." She replied, before hanging up the phone.

Nanami sighed and started getting ready. As he thought about how much a job was worth if it meant getting accused of being a stalker, he did not notice his hotel room window was just barely open right before he went out.

***

As Nanami approached the house in the woods, it started to grow colder. This time around, the snow beneath his feet was considerably thicker, and the wind felt like razor blades slipping just above the skin. He hurried his pace, just so he wasn't in the cold for longer than necessary.

Getting to the front porch, he knocked, and Shiori answered.

"See? Much better than hiding in the bushes and getting jumped with a gun. Glad you knocked." She said, jokingly.

"I did. You instructed me to." Nanami replied in a monotone.

He really has absolutely no sense of humor, she thought, welcoming him. "I'm brewing some tea, if you're interested. Will help ease the cold off."

"Thank you. I accept it."

"You really do talk funny, huh?" Shiori remarked, smiling.

Nanami seemed puzzled. 

"Nevermind." She replied. For someone his age — clearly still a teenager —, Nanami sure talked in a very formal way. "Here, take it." She gave him a cup and got one for herself. She then poured the tea in both cups and sat on the table, inviting him to join her. He sat down and smelled the tea, it had the same strong sweet and flowery aroma.

"What is this?"

"Oka tea, one of Yamada's specialties." She answered. "It's a mix of herbs, flowers, and other dried ingredients. Some people still buy this concoction I make, I like to believe other Yamadas out there still make it for themselves, but my customer base has been growing thin. I almost can't afford the costs for keeping my greenhouse anymore." She seemed somewhere in between upset and resigned about the entire situation, adapting to another bad thing happening in her life.

Nanami sipped the tea. It was a perfect balance between sweet and acidic, but had no sugar or sweeteners added. It was impressive, actually. He looked at Shiori. "You still don't want to become a jujutsu sorcerer or an assistant for Jujutsu High? They pay well."

She scoffed, as if the idea itself was absurd. "There's more to life than money. I want to keep my family's legacy alive, even if it dies with me. Also, I have to wait for my brother's return."

"I see." He didn't quite know how exactly he felt about what she said. Never one to contemplate about the meaning of work, or purpose, for that matter, Nanami felt he had nothing to add to the conversation on this matter particularly.

"You said you needed help with something, didn't you?" She asked him.

"Yes." Nanami took out the scalpel enveloped in paper. "Do you have any reservations regarding blood?"

"Not really. My family would train us from a very young age in the tradition of healing with nature and those kinds of things." She shrugged. "I have helped my mother treat wounded people before."

"Fine." He unwrapped the paper and plastic, revealing a scalpel with a tip covered in blood. "I need your help taking a look at this blood sample. It has been infused with some type of cursed venom. I'd like to know if you know something about it." 

"I see. I mean, I don't see anything out of the ordinary. But I get what you mean." She scratched her head a little, staring at the scalpel, not knowing exactly how Nanami thought she could help. Understanding about poisonous plants was one thing, working with cursed venom-infused blood was another entirely.

"You can't see cursed energy traces?" Nanami grew increasingly skeptical at her ability to help him.

"See what?"

"Vestiges. Here, look closely. Focus. It is like seeing a cursed spirit, but fainter." 

She drew her face closer, and her eyes widened for a moment. "Oh, yes! I can see it! Some very small traces of cursed energy." Shiori reclined in her chair and laid a hand on her chin, while she evaluated some possibilities. "Look, I don't have a lab or anything here for analyzing whatever this is. I do, however, have some old books from my family that might help us determine the origin of this."

Better than nothing, Nanami thought.

She went upstairs, and he could hear sounds of things getting taken, dropped, twisted and thrown around, like Shiori was trying to remodel the house. At one point, it sounded like a large bookcase fell, followed by a scream and some cursing like shit and holy fuck. Shortly after, Shiori shouted, "I'm alright!".

He hadn't moved an inch, still sipping on his tea.

Shiori came down holding a very large — and apparently ancient — book. It had a very worn out brown leather cover, the binding seemed just about ready to give in to time and degradation. It also smelled funny. "Here, this might help us. Let's take a look."

She opened the book, and started flipping through the pages, until she got to a part that talked about poisons and different types of venom. "So... what do you want to know?"

"Is there any indication of a curse or shikigami that possesses venom?"

"Let me see." She put the book on her lap and started flipping through it. She paused for a moment, and then continued. "Well, there isn't anything about curses or shikigami. It has, however, some things about medicinal plants and such."

Shiori didn't raise her eyes to meet Nanami and stayed silent. He found that to be out of character. This would usually be the moment she'd make some unfunny or confusing remark. 

"Is there anything about any plants or herbs that can asphyxiate someone?"

"I don't need a book for that one." She closed the book. "There is the heartbreak grass." Shiori looked at him. "The most toxic varieties are spread throughout Asia. Do you think someone could infuse the extract with cursed energy?" She asked. "Why would somebody even bother to do so?"

"It avoids that a jujutsu sorcerer turns into a curse after their death." Nanami replied.

"I see. But were the victims even Jujutsu sorcerers?"

This still didn't explain the bite marks, though. 

Shiori looked through the window. "It's starting to get dark outside. I don't have much to eat here, since I'm the only one living in this house for the time being, but I might have some hibari senbei cookies, if you want to take them with you". 

Nanami remembered Gojo would be arriving at Odate tomorrow, and had a faint memory of him asking about cookies. He sighed, putting his fingers in between his eyes, and responded, "Thank you. I will be needing that."

"Needing?" she replied, a little confused, as she walked into the kitchen to grab the baked sweets. "What would you need cookies for? Do you have low blood sugar or something? Here." She came back and handed him a small paper bag with homemade cookies inside.

"Nothing. I apologize for inconveniencing you." He replied as he took the bag.

"Don't worry. I appreciate the company." She smiled. "Even if you're a stalker, company is company, am I right?" Shiori said mockingly.

"Please, stop saying that." Nanami answered, annoyed. She just chuckled.

***

Back at the hotel, Nanami greeted Yoko, who was just about to end her shift. She waved as he got closer.

"Hello, Mr. Kento! Can I help you with anything?"

"Actually, I have some questions about Yamada Shiro, if you have some time."

"Oh." She was completely caught off guard. "Of course, I think." How does he know his name? "What do you want to know?"

"What can you tell me about him?"

"Well, I have been best friends with his sister and him since middle school." She said, whispering. Probably so that her grandmother couldn't hear anything. "They were good kids. He had a thing about protecting weaker people, but every time he got in a fight, he'd be 10 times more hurt than the one he had beaten up." Yoko shrugged. "And she had something about not meddling in other people's businesses. She just wanted to protect him."

"I see. What about his departure some time ago?"

Yoko was taken aback. "How do you know that?"

Dammit.

"During my work here in Odate, I've met your friend, Shiori. She told me her brother left the city a while ago."

"Your work in Odate? What do you do?" She asked, and then pondered. "Oh, you've met Shiori then."

"I'm a private investigator." It was hard trying to keep track of all the versions of his story. This was starting to become tiring. "I'm here to investigate these deaths in Odate. After talking to you and some people, I decided to go to Yamada's house and learn more about them, just in case." He replied. "Yes, I've met your friend."

Yoko was at a loss for words, wondering if he was treating her best friend as a suspect of any sort. She needed to talk to Shiori as soon as possible, and know more about what this man standing in front of her had said to her. 

"Well, about Shiro... You probably heard it better from his sister. He left about a year ago to go looking for their parents, and grew increasingly distant, up until he simply stopped responding to our messages and calls to ask him how he was doing, around 3 months ago." Yoko thought that it would be fine telling him this, given that he probably already had that piece of information from Shiori. "Even though I wanted to call the police, Shiori asked me not to."

"I see." Nanami noticed her change in demeanor. He knew he wouldn't be getting very far questioning Yoko anymore. "Well, thank you for your time." He said, walking towards the elevator. When he got to his floor and started making his way to his room, he could hear someone shutting their window loudly. People lack basic cordiality with others, he thought to himself.

As Nanami entered his room, something felt off.

He looked around and nothing seemed actually out of place, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. As Nanami turned his back to the closet, for a split second, he felt someone lunging at him. Thanks to his reflexes, Nanami was able to throw himself in the window's direction before the culprit made any contact.

It was the man dressed in black.

Nanami grabbed his blunt sword from his back and advanced in his opponent's direction, instinctively ready to deal a 7:3 blow. However, he quickly realized it would be a bad idea, given that the preferable outcome here was capturing the curse user and taking him to Jujutsu High for questioning and, being the case, sentencing. Restricting his strength, Nanami dealt a measured blow to the man's stomach, which made him spit blood inside his mask.

What Nanami was not ready for was a shikigami appearing right in front of him. It was a floating four-eyed purple snake, with a menacing set of fangs. The snake instantly charged in his direction, quicker than he could deal another blow. He reinforced his arm with cursed energy before the snake could bite him.

The shikigami suddenly disappeared, and right behind it came a full-blown punch from the man that caught Nanami with his guard down. He could feel his nose cracking at that moment. Nanami was thrown against the wall behind him, breaking the mirror, while shattered glass fell all over him. As he tried to get up, the man opened the window, held his shikigami on one arm, and the floating monster helped him out.

Nanami then realized what was missing. His documents regarding the case from Jujutsu High, which were laid over the room's table.

He pulled the phone and called #903. The old lady picked up. He informed her his room had been invaded, and he got attacked.

***

"Hey, good morning. There's a pretty guy asking about you at the door."

"What?" Nanami had to take a few moments to get himself back to reality. 

"Yes. A pretty guy. He's asking for you. He's calling you Nanamin." Shiori responded. She said the word 'pretty' mockingly with a half smile on her face.

The night before became a haze. Old lady called Yoko, who then called Shiori, who then called Nanami. It was a full circle of what the hell was going on. While Nanami assessed the state of his wounds in the bathroom mirror, he told Shiori he would be looking for another hotel to stay for the time being.

"That's a terrible idea." She replied. "Look, there is something weird happening, and it might have something to do with my family. I saw the last victim's photo on the local news. That was my uncle whom I thought had left Odate years ago, Hiroshi."

He was silent, trying to figure out if his nose was broken or just very purple.

"We are already joining forces. Or, for the matter of fact, you're using me as a source of information."

"I-" Nanami started to say something.

"It's fine, I understand that's how an investigation works" she cut him off, before he could say anything. "But I want to know what the hell is going on."

This was bad. He couldn't stay on the phone with her anymore.

"I'll be at the hotel waiting."

"I'll ask Yoko to give you a ride." She hung up.

Nanami started texting Gojo right away, and hoped he would answer at that moment.

NK: I have been attacked in the hotel. I'm going elsewhere. Ask where to find me at the main desk.

SG: Are you okay?

NK: Yes. Only some mild bruising.

NK: Hurry.

After he got to Yamada's house, Shiori offered to help to treat his nose. They sat at the dinner table, and she adjusted Nanami's hair, which got completely over his face during the altercation, and was laying on top of the wound. This guy should really cut these bangs, she randomly thought. Shiori then started treating his nose — it was not broken, but might have a hairline fracture. He was pretty sturdy, after all, even for a jujutsu sorcerer.

"Did your face get hit by a car?" She asked.

"No. It was a curse user. He had a snake shikigami." 

She went silent for a moment, and kept treating his wounds.

"Well, did the snake headbutt you?"

"No, he punched me when I had my guard down."

She applied some ointment mixed with fresh and clean snow on his nose. It burnt. "It will be uncomfortable, but you'll feel better in the morning."

.

"Nanamin!" Gojo exclaimed loudly, as he walked into the room, white hair slightly covered in snow and frosty pitch-black glasses. "Well, you're definitely in the middle of nowhere." Satoru remarked, grinning widely. Nanami wished he could fall back asleep. He then feared he would have a nightmare reenacting this exact moment.

"Interesting!" Gojo said, examining his face wounds closely. "These are well into recovery for someone who just got attacked last night. Did you treat them yourself?"

"No," Nanami replied, "she did."

Gojo then looked at Shiori, who was at the corner of the room leaning against the wall while she held a bowl filled with water and a towel, at a loss for what exactly was going on. 

"Well, hello. I haven't properly introduced myself."

He never properly introduced himself.

"My name is Satoru Gojo, and this guy right here will be my sidekick for the time being." He placed his hand on Nanami's shoulder. Nanami slapped it away.

"I'm Yamada Shiori," she replied, "and I make things with herbs."

"You got that result with just plants?" Gojo asked.

"Yes. Plants and some clean snow can go a long way." She answered. "My mother used to make me help her when I was around 8 years old to treat the wounded and dying people of our family."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Most of them still died, though."

"Oh." Gojo was surprised she said that with such a straight face.

"... It's a joke. We used to help people that got hurt in these woods, or relatives, but they were sent to the hospital if things were dire enough." She replied. Gojo thought to himself that she had a weird sense of humor.

"She can also see curses and has an innate cursed technique." Nanami added.

"Oh." Gojo answered. "Well, have you heard about Jujutsu High? We have very few healers, and only one actually talented!"

Shiori seemed irritated. "No." she said, as she got out of the room and began descending the stairs, stepping loudly while pouting.

Gojo was confused. "Nanamin, what-"

"She was already scouted by Jujutsu High. Doesn't want to go." Nanami answered. "And stop calling me that."

"Hey, Nanami! Pretty boy! What do you want for breakfast? I only have cookies and tea, so that will have to do." Shiori shouted from downstairs.

"Did she... just call me... 'pretty boy'?" Gojo sounded disheartened. Nanami had a hard time concealing his satisfaction at that.

"She did."

"I changed my mind. I hope she doesn't come with us to Tokyo."

Nanami sighed as he started to get up. They both went downstairs and sat at the table. Shiori had served homemade cookies with Akita faces on them. "They're from the last festival that happened a few days ago," she explained.

"Well, I might just forgive you then." Gojo said, as he grabbed one of the cookies and took a bite.

She understood nothing, but figured it was pointless to ask. He clearly just liked hearing the sound of his own voice. 

"So... What is going on, guys? What is happening?" She asked.

Gojo lifted his finger, as if asking for them to be quiet and pay close attention to him, while he ate one of the cookies. They were waiting patiently — or, at least, Shiori was. Nanami was annoyed that someone would request his turn to speak while he had a mouthful of food to chew and swallow. Satoru finished munching and started speaking.

"I'll get into that in just a minute, but first, Nanami, I need you to call Ijichi." He pulled a brand new and never before seen phone from his jacket. "Use this. There is another Ijichi's number in there, as well."

Nanami grabbed the phone and started dialing.

"As for you, Mrs., are you aware the last victim was a Yamada?" Gojo said, lowering his glasses to stare at her directly. 

"I know. He was my uncle." She answered.

"This might be a coincidence, or you might be in danger!" The way he said it so casually and kind of exhilarated somehow annoyed her. "You could be our culprit's next target."

"Seriously?" She asked, revolted.

"Rest assured, you've got nothing to worry about."

"I don't? And why is that?"

"Because the strongest jujutsu sorcerer you will ever meet just got here." He said, putting on a conceited smile.

"Did he? Where is he?" She asked earnestly.

Nanami could be heard suddenly coughing from the living room. Shiori honestly did not understand the point Gojo was trying to get across.

"Well, you're really making this difficult for me." Gojo replied, taking a sip of tea. The tea was incredibly sweet, which he appreciated a lot. "Well, very difficult."

End notes:

I really need to define a day every week to post, heh. Next chapter will probably be posted on the 22th, but maybe earlier if I get around revising it before that!

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[beybaldes]

all I know of love is how to live without it (i jus can't seem to find it)

Eddie Roundtree × Fem!Reader

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word count: 1.5k

summary: a part 2 to 'all I know of love is how to live without it' in which you realise he's your Eddie just as much as your his birdie.

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered vour fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more eddie fics xoxo

It had been a beyond shit week. First, Billy spent a solid 40 minutes yelling at you after practice, then Graham blamed you for eating the last of his leftovers even though you'd seen Karen take it, Warren had blamed you for something he'd broken inside the rental making Camilla have a go at you for 'being careless'. The only person who hadn't got on your case for something was Eddie; but that hadn't stopped you from hiding away in your room for the past 36 hours, hoping that if you just avoided everyone, no one could yell at you again.

"Get up." Eddie commanded as he opened the door to your room. He wasted no time in heading for you drawers, routing through it to find you a change of clothes and promptly throwing whatever he'd decided was a nice outfit at you. "Get up, come on."

You responded with a groan, head burrowed into your pillows as if that would stop Eddie from seeing you.

"I'm being serious." Eddie walked over to you, brushing your mess of a head of hair away from your face, taking your chin in his hand gently. "Get up, birdie."

"Please don't make me." You whimpered, one eye peaking open in your best attempt to bed Eddie to leave you alone. While he was the one person you'd want to talk to given the past few days, you just wanted to be left alone right now.

"Tough luck." Eddie grumbled, sitting himself at the edge of your bed, one hand holding your ankle and running his thumb across the skin there. "Get up, get dressed, I'll be waiting outside."

When you finally opened your bedroom door almost 20 minutes later, Eddie was leaning against the wall beside the door, a lit cigarette between his lips and the car keys swinging around his finger. He took your hand in his, pulling you through the length of the house in the direction of the front door.

"We'll be back with food shortly." Graham was the only one to acknowledge you, telling you to be safe in your journey to pick up his beloved take out.

"You're making me come pick up take out with you?" You grumbled, slipping into the passenger seat as Eddie got behind the wheel, letting him turn on the car then quickly reaching to pop out the current cassette, putting in your own instead. "You know they're all just gonna be mad at me when something missing from the order - even if they plainly forgot to order it."

"No they're not, birdie."

"Really? Then tell that to everything that's happened this week." You pulled your knees up to your chest inside the vehicle, looking out of the window longingly. "Everyone's been treating me like shit, don't need to give them another reason too."

Eddie allowed you to mellow in the silence of the car ride, not pushing you to talk about what was on your mind or what exactly had been said to you throughout the week. When he'd come to your room to force you out of it, he'd assumed you were just in a bit of a rut, but it was becoming more apparent that something else was going on.

You didn't speak up again until Eddie drove right past the Chinese place without the thought of stopping, turning the corner and pulling into the diners parking lot instead.

"What are you doing?" You asked, following Eddie's action of getting out of the car, however, he grabbed your hand, pulling you in the direction of the diner without a word.

I'm true gentlemanly fashion, Eddie held open the door for you, his hand on the small of your back guiding you into the threshold of the building and into of the booths that was tucked away in the far corner of the room. He encouraged you to sit down, ordering on your behalf when the waitress came over in hushed whispers.

"This is sweet, Eddie, really sweet. But I just want to go back." Eddie's brow quirked up at your meek words, your head hung low as you denied his gesture in hopes of getting back into your bed. "If we don't get back with the take out soon, everyone's going to be upset. I don't want them to be upset with me anymore."

"Everyone else can wait." Eddie assured you, taking the basket of fries and two milkshakes he'd ordered from the waitress with kind smile. "You need this, birdie, need me. That's more important then them lot getting their takeout."

You nodded silently, taking a sip of the milkshake he had ordered for you - your favourite even though he'd ordered for you. Sometimes you forgot how well Eddie knew you, that you'd known each other since you were kids. So many aspects of your friendship still felt new sometimes, but maybe that was what life out in LA was doing to you - Making you forget.

"You remember in 10th grade, when we had that Sadie Hawkins dance?" Eddie asked, reaching for one of your hands across the table and knocking the basket of fries closer to you with the other, prompting you to take a few.

"How could I forget?" You hummed, a smile curling on your lips as you through about high school and Pittsburgh, all the nights you spent hanging out with your friends way too late on some backroad or in someone's basement. Things were so much simpler then, happier even. "Your mom made you wear that awful green suit because she thought it'd compliment my dress nicely."

"You said I looked cute in that suit!" Eddie gasped, almost offended that you'd lied to him all those years ago.

"You did! You always look cute. That suit was just awful though."

Eddie shook his head, running his thumb across you knuckles with a smile, glad that a smile had cracked on your one face for the first time all week.

"Not my point, anyway." Eddie took a sip of his own milkshake, wiping at the start after he did, swallowing down the cool liquid. "I didn't think anyone was going to ask me."

That grabbed your attention. How could Eddie think that? The second they'd announced the Sadie Hawkins dance, you knew you wanted to ask him - but even then, Eddie was a catch, who wouldn't want to ask him?

"And then you showed up on my doorstep, with that cheesy sign and a mixtape of all my favourite songs. Made me feel real wanted." Eddie looked at your connected hands, his thumb still running over your knuckles in a soothing motion, the stress seeing out of your body with every moment  longer you sat in the diner. "There was no one else I'd rather have gone with."

"Gave you the prom-posal you deserved." You reasoned, thinking back to how you'd even considered bringing him flowers but deciding you'd just stick to the over the top, arts and crafts sign. "Why'd you think no one was going to ask you?"

"I thought you'd ask Warren or Graham, honestly. Just not me."

You were almost offended that Eddie thought you'd choose one of your other friends over him, but you didn't dwell on it. You'd been in those shoes, unsure if anyone even liked you let alone wanted to spend time with you, or ask you to a dance - you couldn't blame him.

"I'd always pick you, Ed's."

Eddie knew he'd cracked it; a smile was back on your face and your milkshake was gone so you'd moved into his without asking.

"There she is." He cooed, head ducking down slightly so that he could meet your eyes. The horn he had on your hand tightened, a warm smile curling into his cheeks, dimpling them cutely. "There's my birdie."

In all the years that Eddie had called your birdie, he'd never called you his birdie; though now that you thought about it, it should've been a given. No one else called you that, and if they tried too, you'd ask them to stop, knowing it would feel right. The feeling of knowing made your head spin, so much so that you didn't notice Eddie paying for your food until he walked around to your side of the booth, offering you the crook of his elbow to walk you back to the car.

"You take such good care of me, do you know that?" You whispered into his shoulder, your head falling against it as you spoke, enjoying the lazy walk back to the house before you were surely crucified for taking so long to bring the takeout back.

"That's what we do." Eddie mused, opening the passenger side door for you and allowing you to get in before he closed it, walking around to the drivers side and getting in himself. "Me and you."

Me and you. Eddie and Birdie. Yeah. You liked the sound of that.

#djats imagine #djats x reader #daisy jones and the six imagine #daisy jones and the six x reader #eddie loving x reader #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree oneshot #eddie roundtree imagine #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie loving onehsot #eddie loving imagine #eddie loving

[itsscromp]

Insomniac Spider-Man X Reader platonic

AN: Hey Hey again everyone, Like I said in the previous post, I've been binge-playing the Spider-Man games to get ready for October 20th. But I also noticed there was a lack of platonic Insomniac Spider-Man fics so time to change that. This story will be loosely inspired by a conversation I had on character.ai. but other than that let's get into the story. word count: 1.1K

You had recently just moved out of your parent's house and found yourself a nice apartment in the city, the move was tough but you managed to get by, at least this apartment had a kickass view of the city from the fire escape. Looking out into the view, seeing the people walking by minding their own business, you didn't realize you weren't alone.

"Gotta love the view of central park am I right ??"

You jumped with a small fright but your fright immediately turned into awestruck.

"Woah... Spider-Man"

"Citizen of New York at large, sorry if I'm intruding."

"No no your fine, you busy saving the city ??."

"I was a bit before, But now I'm just swinging by, no pun intended. So what's your name anyway ??"

"Y/n"

"So Y/n do you have any questions for me ??"

"Oh boy do I ever !!" you immediately thought of some good questions.

"I'll try and keep it slow and simple, How do you make your webs ??"

"Oh that's simple, I make this formula which makes my webs, and these web shooters on my wrists.." Spider-Man shows you the web shooters. "Help regulate it and guide the webbing into the correct shape, pattern or direction."

"Wow that's so cool."

"It's pretty cool alright, but It's nothing compared to my Spider-Sense. That's a whole different beast, you wanna hear about that too ??"

"Please do tell"

"My Spider-sense is like a sixth sense, It's hard to explain how it works exactly... but when in physical or emotional danger, I get this feeling that somethings.... off"

"Oooh so like if you were about to be punched your spider-sense would tell you to move ??"

"B B bingo"

"That's amazing"

"Thanks, It's honestly just a drop in the bucket compared to my other powers. Superhuman strength, speed, reflexes, durability, agility, balance and endurance."

"I gotta ask too, how did you get bit by the spider that gave your powers ??"

"Well Y/n It's a bit of a long story, But in the short way, while I was doing my research for my college thesis, the class I was in were touring a lab that used this special type of radiation to study spiders and other insects. One reason or another one of the spider's in there escaped and crawled It's way to little ol me. and the rest is history as I say."

"I bet it must've been weird discovering your powers for the first time."

"It definitely was. Having all these new abilities mean I had to adapt and figure out how to control and live with them. But luckily as you see every time, I use these powers for the greater good of this very city i also call home."

"It's showing, you've helped a lot for this city Spider-Man, you really have."

"Thanks Y/n, that means a lot, I want to keep using these powers to help as many people as I can. To me, that's what the responsibility that comes with my power means."

"That's a nice philosophy."

"I have my moments" you could see his mask shift slightly indicating a smile.

Then police sirens were heard off in the distance, indicating It's time for Spider-Man to go.

"Oh duty call's, thanks for this chat Y/n, I hope to see you around again." Spider-Man leaped of the railing and began to swing to the police cars direction.

"Good luck Spider-Man !!" you yelled out, you really hoped to see him again soon.

2 weeks later

Something has happened significantly to Y/n, one day you were helping your uncle move houses so he can be a tad bit closer to his workplace, oscorp. but as you were moving the boxes, you felt something sting at your hand and slapped whatever it was away, a spider... but It didn't look like any spider you read in books. Overtime you noticed strange things happen, you were able to lift more heavy items. you were able to run slightly faster to get to the subway etc. you slowly came to realize that maybe you have been developing the same powers as Spider-Man. He would know... right ??

So the next day you waited for him on the fire escape and surely enough he saw you and landed on the railing.

"Hey Y/n, long time no see. How've you been ??"

"Hey.... I gotta tell you something"

"Sure thing, what's up"

"So.... to make a long story short, I was helping my uncle move and..... I got bit by a spider... and after that I think I've developed the same powers as you"

"Yeah ?? how can you tell ??"

Y/n then looked at the wall behind them and then pressed their fingers on the wall. then slowly beginning to climb up the wall like Spider-Man does.

"Gotcha now.." the eyes of his mask went wide.

"But the strangest thing is theirs this stuff on my wrists" Y/n shows him a almost white clear substance on their wrists.

"Weird.."

But then he had a theory.

"Y/n I want you to look out int the open and do this for me ok ??" Spider-Man showed them a posture to do with their hand, making a rockstar pose with his fingers.

"Ok...." y/n did so and then something came out of their wrists and strung off into the distance. This made Spider-Man excited.

"No way dude you have organic web substances !!"

"Woah..."

Y/n thought they were dreaming, they really were like Spider-man.

"But Y/n, real talk. You can't go flaunting these newfound powers ok ?? as someone once told me with great power comes great responsibility. I live by that every day and I hope you will too."

"Thanks Spider-Man. I'll keep it in my mind."

It was slightly quiet for a bit until you spoke up.

"Spider-Man... I wanna use these powers to help the city like you, I wanna help people. I know I was destined for something on this earth and this is it. Can you help me ??"

Spider-Man did think about it for a slight bit, a crime-fighting buddy and a mentee. This could be fun.

"You got yourself a deal Y/n"

"Awesome !!!"

"But first, Let's come up with a superhero name for you."

"I have a few ideas.."

You were given a gift, a strange powerful gift. One that wasn't meant to be carried away with. But this was your calling, to help those in need. For people to look up to someone when the light seems far away, You have Spider-Man to help you along the way too, He would be an amazing mentor and friend. New York will have two amazing superheroes.

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[ravenssh1t]

Midnight Kisses - X.T.

telekenesis!reader, Wednesday’s twin!reader, gn!reader, mindreader!reader (lmao), fluffy, SFW

AN: hey beautiful people! this is my first fic that im acc publishing so please be kind. that being said i am always open to constructive criticism. if you enjoy this, please let me know, and if you’d like me to write more, or for other characters, just drop me a message or an ask! I will write for a whole plethora of characters so just let me know which characters and maybe a small prompt if you so desire!! i hope you enjoy!! <333

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I looked over at my alarm clock. The bright red number glared 00:34 back at me. I'd only been at Nevermore for a week or so, and already it was a torturous experience. The glares from Barclay and her minions, the rumours, everyone walking on eggshells around Wednesday and I. It's a miracle neither of us had pulled another 'piranha incident'. There was one thing that never seemed to care about the rumours though. Well, one person. Xavier Thorpe. 

Wednesday had met him before.  His godmother's funeral. Allegedly, she saved his life, which is rather unlike my dear sister. However, in the long run it's been rather helpful.

Since starting at Nevermore, I had only really become close to two people. If you could even call it close. Our new roommate, Enid. And Wednesday's old acquaintance, Xavier. 

Right now, I need a distraction. From the thoughts that clouded my mind and prevented the graceful release of sleep from my grasp. Enid, Wednesday and Thing were all asleep. I decided to head down to Xavier's dorm. Since Rowan was expelled (killed, left, whatever) I've ended up in Xavier's room a few times. Once for stalking purposes, once for homework, once for... well I'm not entirely sure how to define it. But I know that he's what I need right now. 

I crept out of the window, and distracted the housemaster with an illusion of a hamster that I know he loves. I crept up the stairs and knocked on Xavier's door. No answer. I knock again and poke my head in and softly say "Thorpe? You in here?" Nothing again. He must be in his art shed. 

The brisk walk through the grounds was not unwelcome. It gave me quiet. I saw the lights on in Xavier's shed and picked up my pace a little. Something about that man makes me feel a weird tingling in my stomach. It's a new unfeeling. But not unpleasant. 

He doesn't answer when I knock, but I can hear the not-so-delicate sound of Deftones playing through decrepit doors, so I doubt he heard me. I decide to just walk in, and he's got his back towards the door, so I just take a seat on one of the stools and watch him paint. Something about him seems to draw me in. I can't help but admire the way his hair looks in a messy bun with the front strands poking out. The way his tall stature towers over his canvas. His masterful hands sweep the paint in particular ways just to fit his liking. 

I accidentally knock over a plastic cup full of multicoloured paint brushes and he jumps and turns around swiftly and catches me and says “Jesus Christ, Y/N! Do you make a living out of scaring this shit out of people?” and I smirk and say “No, but that is the goal.” He scoffs at my retort and saunters over to me while he asks “What’s wrong?” 

“Who said there’s anything wrong?” I ask slightly bitterly albeit unintentionally.

“Drop the tough guy facade, we both know that Wednesday and Enid are asleep, so you found me. Now, what’s wrong?” Damn. He read me like a small children’s book. 

“I couldn’t sleep. Needed a distraction. For some reason my brain seems to find your company tolerable.” 

He decides to ignore the last statement and instead questions “Do you want to see my new painting?” 

“If I must.” 

We walk over to one of his canvases and he spins it round. It’s me. Well, my hand. My hand in the middle of culminating an illusion with my powers. The deep crimsons and maroons contrast against the vibrant scarlet just like they do in real life. He even got the rings I wear down to a T. 

It’s incredibly rare that I am rendered speechless. But alas, here I am. My mouth ever so slightly agape, mind void of all language. Just pure astonishment. He breaks me out of my trance by saying “Sorry. I know it’s a bit creepy. I can get rid of it if you want-”

“Xavier,” I interject. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

He smiles at this and the tip of his nose and his cheeks turn a distinct rose-tinted pink. He lifts his hand over the portrait and animates the picture. It moves exactly as mine do. The astonishment I first felt came sweeping back over me like a tidal wave. “Thank you, Xavier. This is amazing.” 

“Amazing enough for a hug?” He questions boldly. 

“Fine.” My reluctance is entirely feigned because the one thing I need right now is a hug. He practically jogs over to me in excitement and wraps his long arms around me tightly. My head sits just at the nave of his chest and it feels like the final two puzzle pieces finally slotted together. “You can hug back, you know?” He (not so) subtly hints as his chin rests on the top of my head. “I know.” I grumble back stubbornly. I hesitantly wrap my arms around him. Oddly comforting. Something in me tells me this is exactly where I’m meant to be at this moment. I don’t notice myself relaxing into the embrace and tucking my head impossibly closer to his chest, but he does. “We can do this more often if you need it.” 

“I may just take you up on that, Thorpe.” We stay there for a few seconds longer, then he lets go, and I do too. I wander back over to the desk and take a seat on the oak plank. He follows me and leans over me to ‘grab a paintbrush’ or so he says. He gently places his hand on my hip as he does, and I feel my face flush bright pink. He catches this and says “Am I that good?” 

“You wish you had that effect on me, Thorpe.” 

“Oh, I know I do, Addams.”

“How’s that then?” I query, genuinely hoping he is completely oblivious to the way I feel about him. 

“You’re a dick to pretty much everyone here. But with me? You had a soft spot almost immediately. You blush every single time I touch you. You watch me paint for hours on end while pretending that you’re doing homework because you don’t want me to notice that you’re staring at me. It’s obvious!” He chuckles out the last statement with the cockiest smirk on his smug, beautiful face. 

“Well, what about you Mr Loner who can’t seem to want to spend enough time with me? You touch me every chance you get. You painted a picture of my hand for God’s sake!” It’s possible I may have gotten slightly defensive. 

“Y/N. I never said it was a bad thing.” He etched ever so much closer to me until he was only two inches away from my face. He placed his strong hands on my delicate shoulders and gazed into my eyes. “Can I kiss you?” Speechless once again. I try to force out something, anything coherent, but I just stammer silently. “Ok, answer me this,” He notices my nerves. “Do you want to kiss me?” 

‘Yes! Yes, Xavier Thorpe! Of course I want to kiss you! It’s my dream, my livelihood, my reason for being alive!’ is what I want to say. No. What I want to scream from the rooftops. But all that comes out is a hushed and hesitant “Yes.” 

He puts his long pointer finger under my chin and lifts my head towards his face so I have no choice but to stare into his beautiful green eyes once again. “Speak up, sweetheart.” If he wasn’t standing in between my legs right now, I would be forcing them closed. “Yes, you dick.” I force out, it comes out slightly louder than I expected, but the excitement is evident in my voice. “Then can I kiss you?” 

“Yes.” I assert firmly this time. 

His hands move down to my hips, and he squeezes them gently. He leans down and pecks me on the cheek, then the lips. Feeling unsatisfied, a sudden overwhelming confidence regains control of me. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and suggest that “If you’re going to kiss me, you should at least do it properly.” He smirks again. God, he loves doing that. If it wasn’t so attractive I might just complain about it. “Like this?” He asks, grasping my hips harder this time and before I know it, our lips collide again. This time, it’s not as soft and fast-lived. It’s passionate, deep. If I thought the hug felt like two puzzle pieces fitting together, this is ,oh, so much better. Our lips move together in perfect harmony. My hand moves up into his hair, and I tug it gently, which covets a deep groan from the bottom of his throat into my mouth. I had never heard such a beautiful noise in my life. 

He pulled away softly. “Yeah. Like that.” I mutter breathlessly. 

“Thought so. Let’s go back to my dorm.” Yet another bold move from him. 

“I’m not that easy, Thorpe.” 

“No, idiot. You’re staying in my dorm tonight. You’ll sleep better.” 

That makes me smile. “Okay,” I accept. “but I expect more kisses.” 

“You read my mind, Y/N.” Oh, the irony.

#xavier thorpe #wednesday #xavier thrope imagine #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier x y/n #xavier x reader #fanfic #series? #oneshot?

[harus-simp]

Flourishing feelings

-Gyuvin x reader-

Warning:a little angsty but just for a second, overall really fluffy

Author's note: I haven't written anything for gyuvin yet, so I figured this concept would be really fitting for him. I love the different flower meanings so yeah that's my inspiration basically hehe

(I've also put some pictures so you can know which flower I'm talking about)

Hope y'all enjoy :))

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On his way back home gyuvin stops by a small flower shop whose worker might be one of the main reasons he comes back frequently.

Gyuvin hadn't been a guy to express his feelings throughout gifts at all, he tended to be more of a touchy person who enjoyed being around those who he liked and was comfortable around with. However, all that would change one day due to a simple and not organised visit.

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After a tough week of exams and preparing for his next dance competition our guy here was coming back home as his dance instructor declared that day off due to all the hard work everyone had put into the choreography they were preparing.

He felt relieved to have a proper rest since he had been overworking himself a little bit. The warm and sunny weather made his way back way more pleasant and peaceful, birds chirping quietly, leaves falling softly and sun hitting his face gently.

He couldn't ask for a better day. He kept walking and walking humming softly until was almost reaching his house. That was until he noticed what seemed to be a...flower shop? He didn't recall to see one there.

But what really grabbed his attention was the person standing outside wearing a beautiful smile on its face and waving at everyone who passed by her with heart-warming words.

"Have a nice day sir!"

"Take care of yourself m'am!"

"Good luck with the exams kids!"

Wow a real angel fallen from heaven. He was so mesmerised he didn't notice how he had stopped completely in his tracks watching them.

As he watched how the figure was no longer into his sight he got out of his trance and like in a sort of frenzy his feet guided them into the shop.

As the bell ranged while he entered the door and saw the interior of the place you were with another customer, when you saw him you smiled warmly indicating him to wait for a bit.

After it you waved goodbye to the kind gentleman who was buying flower for his wife and approached him with that smile that enchanted him to go there in the first place.

"Hello there, what can I help you with?"

Oh shit! He hadn't thought that far.

"Umm- I was looking for some flowers for my mom"he made up at the last minute.

Yeah that sounded convincing,good job gyuvin 😌

"Oh what a great son"you giggled cutely making him stare at you hypnotised."Sure, is there something in particular you are looking for?"

"Oh, not really-umm-, I was hoping you could help me with that?"

The way he was tripping over his words felt so cute and adorable to you.

"Of course, follow me!"

He did as you said and followed you through the shop stoppinf once you did so.

"Well here I have some yellow tulips, the Victorians gave it the literal meaning of there's a sun in your smile, so they're the perfect flower to radiate happiness"

His mouth opened in awe as he heard the lovely reason for your recommendation of a gift.

"Or you could gift her this precious begonias, they are used to give as a thank you to a family member or a friend, they simbolize gratitude, singularity and at times caution"

"Oh wow, umm-I like both I think?"

"Would you like me to put both of them into a bouquet?"you said giggling softly at his confused state and right after it his lit up expression

"Yes please"

While you were at it he couldn't help but comment a few things.

"You seem to know a lot of things"

You figured out he was talking about the flowers so you answered him eagerly.

"Of course, I love to know the meaning of flowers, I think it'd much more special when someone gifts you something knowing of it instead of just picking a random one don't you think?"

He smiled at you shyly nodding softly in the process.

"Sorry, what's your name?"you asked him

He was startled for a second looking at you with a puzzled expression not expecting your question. He felt hopeful you had found interest in him as much as he had found interest in you.

"Gyuvin, Kim Gyuvin"

"Perfect, from gyuvin to...?"

He saw how you were signing a little card that was intended to be like a dedicatory making feel embarrassed.

"Umm-just 엄마(eomma) is fine"

You nodded and wrote what he told you, but you then grabbed a little card with the contact of the shop and wrote something else behind it.

"Well here you go gyuvin,I hope I can see you soon around here"

"Oh but I haven't payed yet-"

"I know, this one's on me, I hope your mom enjoys your little gift"you say winking at him

"Oh-thank-thank you"

His stuttering made your heart fuzzy and filled with giddiness.

"Could I at least get your name"

"It's y/n, l/n y/n"

As he got out with the bouquet he was not planning to get at all he was curious of the content of your business card, and as he flipped it he saw a number that didn't seem to be the same one as the one from the shop(yes it was your personal contact, how could you not give it to him)

Oh how nervous and happy he felt.

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You eventually started talking and after some time you both grew closer to each other. He visited you almost every day and visited the shop once a week. He always used some excuse to go there like buying something for his mom, a friend's birthday, a gift to his dance instructor, but you caught onto it quickly. I mean he kinda said that his friend yujin's birthday was on two different days (but could you blame him?)

After hanging out for a while your conception about him changed completely from this shy and adorable guy to a much more extroverted and teasing person. And you loved (him) it.

...

Well you may have developed some sort of crush for him, he was so attentive and payed attention to your liking towards flowers. In fact the reason he came to visit you to the flower shop was so he could listen to you talking about all their meanings. It's true you could talk of it at any moment but gyuvin particularly liked it when you were on your work place, your comfort zone.

Speaking of feelings, guess who was so in love with you he couldn't stand it anymore? Of course it was him. Since your first encounter he had found you so beautiful and mesmerising, but getting to know you was a privilege he didn't want to share with anyone, so yeah he fell hard, really hard.

And he didn't even hide it, he was so obvious about it. His friends noticed it really easily, specially when he brought you to his dance competition to cheer for him and you gave him some hyacinths.

"These are known to express games, sport and fun, so they're perfect to give for rooting for someone"

"Oh, then I must win at all costs,hehe"

All the smiles and the heart eyes he was giving kinda gave it away that he was head over hills for you to his friends,and even his dance instructor! However he kept pushing it away and denying it in spite of how obvious he was.

The reality was that he was too shy and scared to confess and get rejected by his crush, specially after he had such a comfortable and special relationship with you.

When he finally accepted his feelings and his friends encouraged him to confess he felt like he had a chance with you so he was preparing to confess.

As he remembered you loved gifts that had meanings behind them, he decided to keep that in mind.

As he went to your shop he stepped confidently inside after making some research about flowers.

"Hey y/n"

"Hey gyu, what can I help you with today?"you asked

"Well I was actually planning on taking a bouquet of gardenias please"

"Oh, does someone have a crush?"you asked teasingly

"Yes"

"Oh, who's the lucky one?"

"Well, there's this friend I've known for years so I now have collected the courage to do so"

"Oh, I see"you said with some disappointment present in your face.

He noticed your furrowed eyebrows and your sad tone,and was about to ask you what was the cause of it until you interrupted him.

"Hope you get accepted, good luck gyuvin, this one's on me" you said faking a smile

"No-no, I'm not letting you do that"

"Of course you are, now go for it" you told him as you gave him the bouquet and got him out of the shop.

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When you were returning home you felt horribly sad and hopeless, just when you thought you could have an opportunity with him you were left there heartbroken and hurted. You couldn't imagine him with someone else.

Once you got to your door you noticed a bouquet of gardenias with a small note attached to it.

~I know I told you I had a crush on another person, but that was just a lie so you didn't suspect anything. I actually love you y/n, hope you can accept my feelings <3-gyuvin~

You couldn't believe your eyes, he really liked you back! Almost crying out of desperation and happiness you picked the bouquet with a smile bringing it inside and texting gyuvin.

-Took you long enough idiot, but I love you too. Take me on a date already will ya?🙄-

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엄마-eom ma=mom

Gardenias= simbolize secret love/admirer and are a way to say :you're charming". Gifting them is a sweet and romantic gesture and a wonderful way to express your true feelings to someone.

#boys planet #boys planet drabbles #boys planet fanfics #boys planet reactions #boys planet headcanons #boys planet x reader #kim gyuvin #gyuvin #kpop

[tired-teacher-blog]

My bestie's birthday was a week ago and this is my gift for her 🥳 I love you so much babe, @aizawas-non-right-foot you are my sunshine ❤️

Title : A happy birthday indeed

Characters : Aizawa/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ Smut/ Fluff/ A tiny bit of angst

Summary : Shouta prepares a special evening to celebrate your birthday in a way you will never forget.

Warning : Food play/ Oral (Fem receiving)/ unprotected sex/ Creampie

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Does he not remember? It has never slipped his mind before, no matter how swamped he would be.

It's true that he has a lot on his plate, between his responsibilities at school and his role in society as a pro hero, but that's how it's always been so why would he forget about it this year in particular?

The school bell rings, announcing the session's ending and dragging you back to your senses.

_ "Good work today everyone." and with that, you dismiss your class before letting out an exasperated sigh.

Today was tough— extremely so, not only did you have a full schedule, but you'll also have to spend the evening at home by yourself since your beloved will be out for his nightshift.

What an amazing way to spend your birthday huh?

You tilt your head back to glare at the ceiling for a moment before clearing your desk and leaving school in a hurry, to avoid any of your colleagues' remarks on your obvious distress. You wish you were going home hand in hand with him like you always do, but today he had to leave a bit earlier for some reason, didn't even bother to visit you in class before doing so, and instead sent you a message that read: "something came up so I'm leaving now, you'll probably be asleep when I return home so I'll see you tomorrow morning." and that was all he wrote..

You shake your head and snicker bitterly as you remember the way you kept checking your phone afterwards to see if maybe, just maybe he would send in another text wishing you a happy birthday.. he didn't.

The walk home has never been so tiresome, is it because you're alone today? Perhaps, but one thing for sure, is that all you want right now is to curl up on his side of the bed and allow his sweet scent to accompany you to dreamland.

You take a deep breath and unlock the door of your cold dark empty apartment, almost whimpering as the one you love the most is not with you today..

_ "I'm home.." you mumble sarcastically, kicking off your shoes and dragging your feet to click on the light switch..

_ "Welcome home gorgeous." a familiar voice snaps you back to reality and the surprise almost makes you lose your balance.

_ "Shouta, what.. I don't understand." you freeze in place, stunned by your boyfriend's unforseen presence in the middle of the living room.

He approaches you slowly, body clad in a black slim fit suit, and arms carrying a flower bouquet and a small box, " happy birthday y/n," his rare smile is radiating, melting your heart and weakening your knees, he looks stunning.

_ "So you didn't forget." tears of happiness are threatening to fall down your face and he kisses your temple before handing you your gifts.

_ "How can I forget something so important? I only pretended I did so I could surprise you like this." and now that his arms are free, he wraps them loosely around your waist and leans in to kiss you properly.

It's sweet and tender, just what you need right now, "so it was just a ruse to throw me off guard." you giggle softly against his lips and he hums in agreement.

_ "So, are you ready to celebrate your birthday?" he cooes in that deep calming voice you love so much.

_ "Yes, but first I really want to see what you got for me." you stick out your tongue and wink playfully before setting the bouquet on the couch and opening the box carefully.

_ "Shouta, it's.. it's.." your eyes widen and your heart swells up as you touch the beautiful green emerald pendant adorning the white gold necklace, and you instantly remember the day your eyes had lingered just a tiny bit on the pretty little thing when you saw it displayed in the jewelry store window on your way home. It was months ago.

But how could he have known? It was only a fleeting glance and you haven't even said a word at the time.

_ "I know what you're thinking, you're wondering if it's only a coincidence or if I have noticed it that day." his words make it clear that he did in fact see you eying the trinket, and you suddenly find yourself clinging to him.

Your words fail you, but you hope the tight hug connecting you both can be enough to convey your feelings.

He's always been attentive to every detail when it comes to you, always doing what he knows would make you happy. And no matter what you do in return, it never feels enough.

_ "Looks perfect on you." he smiles tenderly as he secures the necklace around your neck and you take one more look at it before jumping in his arms again, "you liked it that much huh?" he adds— a bit playfully this time, and you nuzzle his chest in response.

It's not about the gift, it's more than that, a lot more in fact, "I love you Shouta." this man can make your heart race and skin tingle just by existing.

_ "I love you more gorgeous," he breathes out, planting the softest kiss on top of your head, "why don't you go freshen up first? I have more things planned for tonight." you bite down on your lip as shivers travel along your whole body when he whispers those words in your ear and you wonder, what else could he have prepared?

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You giggle softly, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror as your fingertips touch the beautiful necklace resting on your chest.

You wrap the towel around your body and let your wet hair fall freely against your neck.

_ "Y/n, are you done princess?" his gentle voice reaches you and you instantly open the door, never to miss the sparkle appearing in his eyes as they roam your barely covered body, "beautiful," he comments, caressing your cheeks and pecking your lips gently, "ready for dinner?" another peck.. "one more thing, you don't need to dress up for me since I'll be taking everything off shortly anyway." he adds, matter of factly and your legs visibly shake beneath you.

He grabs your hand and escorts you to the dinner table where your next surprise is awaiting.

_ "You made all of this? How did you find the time?" you stop dead in your tracks in front of a beautiful candle light dinner.

_ "I prepared your favourites."

He is truly pulling out all the stops for you, but then again he always does, wether it's your birthday, anniversary, or even a random Saturday evening. He loves spoiling you rotten, with or without a reason, and seeing you happy has always been his true reward, and vice versa.

You have always been by his side through it all, comforting him in his times of distress, holding him close whenever a nightmare disturbs his slumber, staying up with him when sleep eludes him, reminding him every second of every day that your love for him is undying.

Your connection is real, and what binds you is stronger than anything life has planned for you.

You sit together at the table to enjoy the made-with-love dinner as you share silly jokes and playful kisses, and you can't help but stare at him.

He's undeniably handsome, really handsome in fact that he effortlessly manages to turn heads everywhere he goes.

You smile widely, knowing that no matter how many admirers he has and no matter how many love confessions he receives, this man will only have eyes for you.

And suddenly, your pure heartwarming thoughts of him turn lustful, and you unconsciously bite down on your lip as you watch his strong muscular arms flex under his rolled up sleeves and you wish to have them wrapped around you already.

Your gaze travels to his soft raven half up hair and you swallow thickly as you imagine watching his expressions while he ravishes you.

You put your elbows on the table, placing one hand on top of his, and he immediately picks it up and kisses your fingers one by one before smiling sweetly at you.

_ "Shouta, I want you now." you have never been good at hiding your desire for him, and you do not intend to start now.

His sweet smile turns into an amused smirk as he picks you up and marches straight to your bedroom before placing you on the bed.

However, he doesn't join you, and instead walks out of the room leaving you wide eyed and confused.

Luckily, he returns soon after, but this time he's carrying a strawberry cake in one hand while the other works on unbuttoning his dress shirt, "ready for some dessert?"

All sensical thoughts manage to leave your brain.. all but one: what is he planning to do with that delicious looking cake?

Your body moves on its own and seconds later, your fluffy towel hits the ground leaving you completely exposed to him.

_ "I guess you are." he answers his own question before setting the cake on your nightstand and shedding his shirt.

You lean back against the soft bedsheets and reach out for him to join you. He does at once, smoothing those big rough hands— you love so much over your warm soft skin, and you moan his name as you gaze into his eyes lovingly.

He relaxes on top of you, chests flush against each other as you spread your legs for him.

The kiss you share is soft, slow and deep, leaving tingles all over your body, and you whimper against his lips as the hardening of his cock is now evident beneath his pants.

Your palms roam his back, tracing every scar on his skin. Those scars you adore, the ones he gained while protecting and saving. And as much as it hurts to have them as a reminder of his near demise, they're still a reassurance that he is by your side against all the odds.

His lips leave yours and latch onto your neck, nibbling on the soft skin concealing your pulse before trailing butterfly kisses along your collarbone and down to your breasts where his hands join his mouth in pleasuring your soft mounds.

You close your eyes and tilt your head back as you enjoy your man's lips and gentle touches, breathing out his name everytime his stubble grazes your sensitive flesh.

The delicious strawberry scent coming from the now forgotten cake tickles your senses, and you open your eyes and turn your head to the side to have a better look at the delectable treat. It's so tempting that your hand moves on its own to touch the light pink icing, smearing some of the sweetness on your fingertips before bringing them back to your lips, "it's so good." you murmur, licking your fingers and reaching out for more, but two strong arms pin yours above your head as a warm tongue invades your mouth to steal a taste.

_ "You're right, it's delicious, I wanna have some too." his voice is low, laced with a primal need that's causing your sopping pussy to flutter and squeeze around nothing.

He takes a piece of the already sliced up cake and looks into your eyes for a moment— as if awaiting your permission, and only when you nod fervently does he gently smear it on your cheek, neck and nipples— unintentionally getting some of it on your necklace and cooing an apology before diving in to feast.

Your eyes are tightly shut, and breath caught in your throat as the feeling of his mouth and the sound of his hungry groans drive you mad.

He cleans you nicely as his mouth catches the rich strawberry flavored cream resting on your skin, and his tongue swirls around your perked up teats before leaning back to admire his masterpiece: your flushed and quivering form covered in a glistening sheen, your slightly parted lips and shallow breathing, your fingers desperately clutching onto the bedsheets underneath you, your aroused expressions and needy look in your eyes.. you are irresistible and he wants to do it again.

Truth be told, he has never been a big fan of overly sweet desserts, but damnit does this taste like heaven off of your body.

He wastes no time picking up another piece, but this time he smudges it on your belly, thighs and lower lips.

_ "Shouta, please hurry.." you finally find your voice and he smirks knowing that you're enjoying it as much as he is.

He licks you again, perfect stripes from your hips to your waist, sucking the sweetness off of you before hooking his arms under your legs and grazing his teeth over the soft strawberry flavored skin of your inner thighs until he reaches your twitching cunt.

The moan you let out when his mouth finally latches onto your clit is so loud that both of you are certain the neighbors could hear it, not that either of you cared one bit.

His tongue twirls around your rosy nub, catching the delicious mixture of icing and slick, before pushing slowly into your longing heat and stretching you out oh so perfectly.

_ "Faster, please.." you beg, bucking your hips weakly against his face, and the chuckle he lets out as a response is concealed behind your pussy, but he does as you wish, fucking you faster and deeper, and relishing the little squeezes and flutters around his tongue.

Your trembling fingers grab onto his hair while your luscious thighs crush his neck between them, and the animalistic growl of pure ecstasy he releases against your folds, almost tosses you over the edge.

But you do not wish to cum just yet, not before he buries his hard cock into your pussy and fucks you deep and slow, like he always does.

_ "Shouta.. please come closer." you plead with him and he sits up immediately, lust filled eyes gazing into yours while his fingers fumble with his belt and pants zipper before lowering them along with his boxers.

You gulp as you watch his rock hard shaft bouncing up, and can't help but reach out to touch it.

_ "No princess, just sit back and relax, tonight is all about you," he whispers seductively, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours before trapping you completely beneath him, bare chests against each other, "ready for me?" he asks, already rubbing the smooth head of his cock along your little puffy clit.

_ "Please don't make me wait any longer, aaah!" the first hard splitting thrust rocks your whole body, and you desperately cling to him for support as he slowly pulls out to the tip and drives back in, heavy balls hitting your bum.

_ "Fuck, you feel so good honey." he groans in your ear, rutting into your heat at a steady pace.

You whine and whimper, unable to form a coherent sentence but he gets it, and instantly connects your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

His lips are moist and sweet, and you're able to detect a hint of the delicious strawberry cake inside his mouth.

You moan while sucking on his tongue and it turns him feral as his pace quickens into an unforgivable speed.

You're too close, both of you are, and it's evident by his uneven thrusts into your clenching pussy.

_ Shouta, I'm cumming.. I'm cumming." you break the kiss to whine against his jaw and lose control when your lips pick up some of the strawberry sweetness off his chin.

_ "Fuck! baby if you do that.. oh shit.." he struggles between erratic pushes of his hips when you decide to lick the stray deliciousness dribbling down his face as your fluttering cunt and your whimpers of his name announce your long awaited orgasm.

_ "Don't pull out.. plea.. please cum inside me." you manage in your state of euphoria, and it was all he needed to hear before allowing himself to coat your gummy walls with his pearly seeds, fucking it deeper into your cervix before coming to a complete halt and collapsing on top of you.

Your spent body barely allows you to loosely wrap your arms around him, and it's enough for you, it's the closeness you crave and the reassurance you need.

_ "Are you okay beautiful?" his groggy voice puts a smile on your face, and you nod faintly against his shoulder.

_ "Happy birthday princess, let's celebrate all the next ones together." his arms sneak around your waist to squeeze you gently and his warm lips find yours again, tracing them slowly and delicately before capturing them in a graceful kiss.

_ "Yours and mine, let's celebrate them all together." you murmur your words as your fingers caress the stunning emerald beautifying your neck.

#aizawa shota x y/n #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shouta smut #aizawa shouta x you #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shota smut #aizawa shota x you #shota aizawa smut #aizawa smut #shouta aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa imagine #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa fluff #shota aizawa x y/n #shota aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x you #aizawa fanfiction #aizawa fluff #aizawa fanfic #my hero academia imagines #boku no hero imagines #my hero academia smut #boku no hero smut #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero headcanons #my hero academia fanfic #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia fluff #boku no hero academia imagines #mha smut

[lilith-little-world]

The Oracle||Concept Oneshot||

This and a few more one-shots will be setting up and testing how I will write the upcoming Sun Wukong x Reader story. “The Oracle” will be a placeholder name until something better comes to me. During this time, you guys can have a say on how certain things will turn out. So stay tuned for more oneshots and art.

“Thank you.”

You grab the warm cup from the vendor. Bringing up to your face, the steam kisses cold skin. You let out a sigh and head off down the busy street. As soft pitter-patter follows close behind.

Taking a sip from the cup. The air was cold, the sun taking its well-deserved rest. Everyone around you wore sweaters or light jackets. However, the cold didn't bother you. On the contrary, you didn't feel it. As if a warm blanket was always covering you.

Crossing the street, you head to the park. Only a few people were out, doing a nightly jog, taking a walk, or having the kids play at the playground in hopes to tire them out. You wander around a bit, taking in how the trees are gaining back their bright green leaves. All before finding a bench to sit at.

The soft patter of a small dog stops. It looks around before taking a seat right next to your feet, keeping guard. You smile softly, allowing your mind to wander.

‘I am so fucked.’

It's been 2 months since you got isekai to this cursed place. You want nothing to go back to your world and life. (Even though it wasn't perfect, at least you didn't have to worry about demons or the world-ending disaster that's going to happen soon.) Sadly from what you remember, it seems damn impossible for you to survive that bus crash.

When arriving here, you were heavily injured and with no currency for this world. You had to survive 3 hard weeks on the streets. Even worse, whatever power brought you here, announced your entrance to everyone in the mortal realm. Catching the attention of demons, that you really want to avoid.

Nothing right was going for you. Everything was just a huge dumpster fire. That you are forced to be in. Going through hardships and hunger, well until you ran into the fiery redhead. He gave you some money to finally buy a motel room and food to eat. Redson was the reason you manage to get this far. You glance down at the dog.

No, that isn't quite right.

During the first week here, you met this loveable thing. Truly a kindred spirit, all alone with no home or friends, trying to survive on the streets. Taking care of each other and having the other's back. It was tough but the dog and you made the dire situation bearable.

A smirk reached up to your face. The thought of Redson taking in two stray dogs. It was a simple stealing of an apple from a vendor during the daytime market, which is when you ran into him. Well, knocked into, was a better word for it.

That day you learned a new fact about the redhead. He likes to shop for produce to cook. This came as a surprise but it made sense, since he did have a vendor stall during the season 2 premiere.

The smirk quickly falls from your face, when you remember what followed next.

The feeling of wanting to go home returns.

“I may not know a lot about mortals, but I'm pretty sure, you guys need to keep warm. Otherwise, don't quote me on this, you’ll get sick or something.”

A familiar voice rings from your right side. The small dog quickly jumps on your lap, trying to come between you and the celestial demon. He huffs before taking a step back.

“Can you please control your mutt, please?”

You softly brush against the dog’s head. Quickly the animal leans into your hand as it lays on your lap.

“Is the infamously immortal Sun Wukong scared of a tiny dog?” You chime, finally looking at the frowning monkey. He was not pleased by your teasing, raising an eyebrow. Before a disappointed sigh left his lips.

“Infamously?! Also, I’m not afraid of dogs, I just don't like that, thing, aggressive behavior.”

He was on his cloud until he decided to hop off and take a seat on the bench. Humming happily, that he gets to spend some time with you.

“So, why are you up so late? Shouldn't you, oh I don't know, be at your place where it's safer?” Putting his hands behind his head, he leans back with his eyes closed.

You shrugged.

“Couldn't sleep and no place is safe for me at the moment, if you don't remember.”

“That’s why I'm taking time from my busy schedule to check up on you.” He smiles proudly, while you roll your eyes.

“Ah yes, I feel so honored that the Great Sage himself is so concerned for my safety.”

“You can be so adorable sometimes, peaches.”

Your eyes widen as you stare at him with red cheeks. Ever since meeting him, Wukong would say these random pet names. That did nothing but make your cheeks red. You were about to say something until he quickly brought his hand up. His thumb and index fingers, touching.

“Just a little bit though.”

You quickly shut your mouth, regretting whatever thoughts shot through your head a moment ago. A chuckle escapes from his mouth before a string of laughter follows, shaking his body.

“I'm sorry that was rude of me, I just couldn't help myself. You give out the cutest of reactions.”

“I'm not falling for that one again.”

“Again?” He smirks.

You groan and turn away from him.

“Alright, I'll stop, don't want you to get mad at me.”

You took a second before glancing at Wukong. He wears a soft smile as he stares at you. Emotions that you can't decipher fill his eyes.

Was it happiness? Relieve? Fondness?

You kept your face neutral, trying not to let any thought or emotion show. A short silence fell quickly before it was broken.

“So where did you go all day? Got me worried, since you weren't here to annoy me.” Your tone was soft and low. For once the always prideful being, tensed up. His eyes shoot to anywhere that isn't on you.

“Well, you see, I was visiting an old friend of mine…”

You hum, now intrigued by his sudden behavior. One of his hands goes into his pocket.

“Since that blast of energy reminded me so much of hers. I thought, maybe, she had a clue about helping control that power of yours.”

He pulls out a small white box. Wukong fiddles with it before taking the cover off. Revealing a red string bracelet with a simple gold lotus charm. You took a second to register what was happening.

‘A gift for me? And who the fuck did he visit? Everyone from the pilgrim is dead, no he said, she. Then could it be Guanyin?’

Thoughts rush through your head as you look at Wukong. He still didn't meet your eyes, instead focusing on a tree. Cheeks slightly red.

“How will this control my little ‘quirk’? You were gone for nearly the whole day and just for a simple bracelet?” You raise an eyebrow. Wukong faces scrunch up looking annoyed.

“Look if you don't want it then fine, I just wanted to help.” He tries to put back the cover. Wukong grimace, disheartened by your reaction.

“That's not what I meant- I'm just skeptical, but if you say it will help then what's the harm in trying it out? Anyways it looks nice.”

Wukong finally glances back. You gave him a small smile, hands reaching towards the box. He gives out a sigh, before revealing the bracelet once again. It slid easily onto your right wrist.

“Not bad, it sure is pretty.” You said. A gust of wind passes by, your body shivered.

“What the- why did it get cold all of the sudden?” Your arms wrapped around yourself, trying to keep warm. Wukong hands reach for you but stop midway. His hands instead unties his cape from his neck and drape it across your shoulders.

“I'm guessing that the bracelet is either locking or draining that power. So your body is back to running with regular human energy.”

“So that means..”

You stare into Wukong's eyes. His face was neutral before a twinge of mischief reached his eyes. Giving a smirk, flashing his sharp fangs.

“W-wukong. What are you thinking of doing?”

He didn't answer, instead, placing one arm behind your back and under your knees. Wukong easily lifts you up and onto his lap. While you let out a yelp and hold your pet close to your chest. A look of shock was stuck on your face. You felt his arms wrapped around you.

“I have been waiting so long to do this.” He whispers into your hair.

“There was no vision…” You were too stunned to speak. All this time, whenever you came into contact with somebody, you would involuntarily get and give visions of that person's grim future.

“There was no vision!” Quickly you wrap your arms around Wukong, bringing him into a hug. Letting go of the confused dog. It's been so long since you had any physical contact with another person that felt nice. You were so relieved and happy that tears started to fall.

“I did say, I was going to help you, didn't I?” Wukong smiles softly, taking in your smell.

It has been too long since he was this close.

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I was trying out a new perspective since I'm more used to 1st or 3rd. I felt this was lacking a bit, but the other one-shots will be from those perspectives. Depending on how good the response is what the majority of the perspective of the story is going to be.

#lmk sun wukong #lmk #lmk reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk monkey king #lmk redson #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #sun wukong #lmk oneshot #The Isekai’d Oracle

[bangtaninborderland]

Hey sweetheart! How are you?? I know you haven't been well the past few months but it's great seeing you come back!!

Also, I found it so adorable how you wrote a birthday fic for the other anon, and was wondering if you would be so kind as to make one for me? My birthday isn't today, it's rather on the 30th of August but I'm sending this ask early to give you time in case you do decide to write it. No pressure of course!

It's for Arisu actually, since he's my comfort character. Something small and fluffy maybe? Like Arisu sucks at showing his feelings and reader gets insecure/jealous thinking he actually likes Usagi, but then he does finally put in effort into confessing, probably on their birthday?

I'd be over the moon if you do write this, but I'm not forcing you to in any way! I love reading whatever you put out so please keep doing that!

Hello anon!! 💜 I feel awful I have only just seen this please accept this as my late birthday gift to you! Like I said I’m Always happy to write something for anyone on their birthday - it may come a little late but I’d rather post something late rather than send out something that’s only half done or with half my focus. I hope you have had an amazing birthday and that you got everything you wanted! I hope the next year is filled with joy and happiness and you can feel some of that reading this!

I’m sorry this isn’t super long I wrote it in the break of my Korean classes. I hope it’s good enough! 💜

Happy birthday! 🥰

Arisu X Reader - Birthday Confessions.

You kept telling yourself not to be jealous, you and Arisu were friends, nothing more but even after a week of trying to convince yourself you still felt the same sadness whenever you see him and Usagi together.

It was impossible to talk to Arisu alone, he always brought Usagi even when the situation wasn’t something she needed to be involved in. At first you was sad, wondering if you had done something wrong - if there was a reason he didn’t want to be around you but as you watched them more it because clear that they couldn’t have been just friends like you and him are.

She’s probably the reason you two are just friends.

You hadn’t expected to develop feelings for Arisu. It had happened after a tough game, you only had 20 seconds left before you would have lost, he manages to figure out who the shooter was just in time. you were the only remaining survivors and you still thank Arisu for saving your life even though he always declines and says it was a team effort.

Since then he took care of you, became a friend, you had talked once after a game both until the sun came up and went down, he talked about his friends, ones that didn’t survive and you talked about the people you had lost too. He cried, you’d never seen a man cry before but he wasn’t afraid to show emotions, he was so hurt and broken yet he was still trying to save everyone, to save you. That’s the moment you realised you cared for him more than anyone else.

You always smile at the way how even in a matter of life and death he was so humble. So unexpected, everyone usually wants something when you help one another in a game but not him, he helped you live and helped you find the beach. That’s where you met Usagi, she was someone you found honest, you respected that and even now you don’t dislike her but you can’t help feeling a little sad at the way his smile widens when she is around, it’s like they live in a bubble only they can see.

Your short lived memory lane comes to an end when a hard taps your shoulder. You turn around a little shocked when you see Usagi, first a secret deathly world and now the crush of your crush? The universe really didn’t like you. Nevertheless you out on a smile and did your best to be kind.

“Hey is everything okay?” You ask a little confused. Although you had spoke to Usagi a few times it had never been this random.

She gives you a small smile before nodding. “I had to move some stuff in my room can you come and help me?”

“Uh sure, isn’t Risu around to help?” You ask, smiling to yourself at the nickname you had made for him that he hated but you loved.

“He is talking to hatter about something, it’s kind of important I would wait but I can’t. If you’re not free I can ask Kuina although I think she went to the meeting too.” She huffs, and you curse yourself for being too friendly.

“I’ll help.” You mumble standing up following behind her as she leads you to her room.

You stand up walking beside her the conversation grows awkward.

“Happy birthday today by the way.” She hymns as she walks up the stairs a few steps ahead of you.

“Thankyou.” You smile a little confused how she knew, the only person you had mentioned it too was Arisu.

Your mind continues to fill with confusion as she walks past her door into that of Arisus, you wait hesitantly afraid of interfering with his personal space.

“You can come in.” You hear her call out and hesitantly you peek your head around the door. The room was darker than usual, you looked to find the light switch only to be shocked when you see Arisu sitting on the end of his bed.

“Is everything okay? I thought you was in a meeting and Usagi I thought you needed help?” You stood in confusion, unsure what is actually going on.

“Please sit down.” Arisu asks, his voice wavering.

You head towards the space next to him on the bed, your movements slowing as Usagi opens the door. “I’ll go now”

You continue to the space on the bed, your mind in absolute confusion as you look towards Arisu for some answers.

“I’m sorry I got usagi to lie to you, I didn’t know how else to do this I didn’t want to tell you at the pool and I was nervous before to do this alone.” He whispers looking away from you.

“Tell me what? Your anxiety takes the best of you and your heart starts racing, worried about what he has to tell you - was this the moment he confirms he is dating Usagi? Your mind questions itself as you wait for his next words.

“Usagi isnt… she doesn’t… I like… I’m bad with… look” Arisu spits out word after word but none make any sense, you sit in even more confusion than 5 minuets ago.

“I think this was a bad idea.” You sigh standing up with the intention of leaving heavy in your mind, almost too sure he was going to confirm what you had thought all along.

You was shocked as his finger hooked itself into yours, freezing your mind and your movements.

“I like you.” He whispers, barely loud enough for you to understand what he says.

You turn your head towards hums, your face unable to hide your doubt earning a small laugh from him. “You what?”

“I … well … I like you.” He mumbles, this time more confident.

“But Usagi?” You ask returning to your seat next to him, you was half convinced any moment now you would wake up and this whole conversation be something your mind made up to punish you.

“We are just friends, she reminds me of the people I lost when I first got here, she helped me a lot then. She’s special and I want to help her get out of here, she deserves better than this world but she’s just a friend. You’re different.” He smiles to himself, causing you to do the same.

“Different how?” You turn your body to him, showing him that he had your full attention.

“I want to get out of here with you. I want to escape this world with you, as a team. Like together.” He glanced at you quickly before looking towards the large windows.

“Like an us?” You ask hesitantly, afraid you may have misunderstood his words.

He nodded slowly, his gaze travelling up to meet yours. “Like an us.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?“ you mumbled, your fingers still entwined with his.

“I didn’t know how too, Usagi helped. She told me to stop being scared she said if we could win deathly games then I could talk about my feelings.” He laughed and you did too.

You felt bad for the negative emotions you had towards Usagi, it was never her who stopped your relationship it was Arisu, you owed her an apology.

“I have to apologise to Usagi.” You whisper, ashamed.

He looked at you slightly baffled. “Why?”

You laid your head on his shoulder like you usually would whenever you had an important conversation. “I was angry at her, jealous and maybe a little bit upset. I thought you was with her, that you wanted her and not me.”

“You don’t have to apologise, she knows you didn’t mean it badly. It’s why she encouraged me so much to talk to you.” He began drawing small circled in the palm of your hand.

“She’s a good person.” You nod your head lightly.

“She’s my best friend now.” His laugh covered the sadness he had felt.

“I’d like to be a team.” You agree with his earlier words.

“Then let’s be a team.” He mumbles as he places a small kiss onto your forehead.

You follow his lead as his hand cups the side of your face, pulling you up to look at him. You go to speak but it’s cut off by his lips lightly colliding with you, the kiss filled with sweetness. After a few moments he pulls away, your face glows red.

“Happy birthday. I would have gotten you a gift but I didn’t know if you’d want to celebrate being here.” He places another kiss onto your forehead.

You rest your head on his chest, his fingers trailing through your hair. “I don’t need any gifts, this is already the best birthday. I have you.” You breathe in complete relaxation. There was many things you would face but they all seemed smaller knowing Arisu and Usagi would be by your side.

#murakami nijiro #nijiro murakami #aib netflix #nijiro #alice in borderland #aib #aib chishiya #nijiro icons #aib x you #dead stock jdrama #arisu x reader #arisu #imawa no kuni no arisu #arisu alice in borderland #aib arisu #Arisu x yn #arisu ryohei #ryohei arisu #kuina alice in borderland #niragi alice in borderland #usagi yuzuha #usagi x reader #suguru niragi #ima wa no kuni no alice #alice in borderland netflix #chishiya shuntarou #jdrama #chishiya icons #aib headcanons #imawa no kuni no alice

[childe-the-harbinger]

・❥・When they find out you're lacking motivation

╰┈➤ Synopsis-- You we're struggling to even get out of bed in the mornings. You were rapidly losing motivation and didn't know what to do. That's when these characters heard what was happening and came to see if you were okay.

╰┈➤ Gender neutral reader

╰┈➤ Venti , Albedo , Kazuha , Ayaka , Keqing , Diluc , Heizou , Kokomi , Yae , Ei

╰┈➤ Warnings -- being depressed , lacking motivation.

: ̗̀➛ Venti was very quick to catch on. Cmon, He's the anemo archon. He's been alive for a while and he knows what it means when somebody won't leave their home for a prolonged amount of time.

: ̗̀➛ He immediately thinks to go to your home to check in on you. He brings some food because he suspects all you've eaten was junk for the past week or two. He gets your favorite dish from Great Hunter and then goes to see you.

: ̗̀➛ When he gets there, he sits you up in your bed and gives you your dish and asks what's wrong.

: ̗̀➛ "Oh, my dearest friend, what's wrong? You can tell me anything and I promise I'll help as much as I can. Believe me!"

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

: ̗̀➛ Albedo notices how whenever he hung out with you at your home, you seemed sluggish and didn't really speak as much.

: ̗̀➛ Believe it or not, He's really good at psychology and reading people. He didn't have to be a genius to know something was up, but he couldn't just ask infront of everyone. He didn't want you to feel embarrassed.

: ̗̀➛ He invites you to a secluded area with pretty scenery. When you both get there, he starts asking questions such as "Are you okay?" and "Do you need to talk?"

: ̗̀➛ Though he can't understand others emotions well, it doesn't mean he doesn't know how to cheer someone up. He lets you lean on his shoulder and talk about how you feel and responds with an occasional nod, not wanting to interrupt.

: ̗̀➛ "I see.. I'm glad you came out here. It must've been difficult. I promise to invite you on these kinds of trips more often so you have a reason to get out of bed. How does that sound?"

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

: ̗̀➛ Kazuha was staying in your home with you for a short break in his traveling. He wanted not only to avoid the bad weather and pain of camping outdoors, but also to see you.

: ̗̀➛ He noticed how you were not really up to do the things he suggested you both did and got concerned, especially when you said you weren't feeling well enough to go on a date with him at the fanciest restaurant that you had loved.

: ̗̀➛ Like the gentleman he his, he brought you flowers and a card and left it on your bed when you were getting food, and when you returned to your bed, he hugged you tightly.

: ̗̀➛ "If there's anything I could do for you, please let me know. I don't want you in low spirits" he had spoken softly, even softer than usual. He didn't want to catch you off guard. On the contrary, he wanted to gladden you.

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

: ̗̀➛ Ayaka is extremely familiar with the feeling of being unmotivated. She had dealt with the feeling herself, especially after her parents passing. Ayato had taught her coping skills, and she was able to visit your estate and help teach you what she was taught years before.

: ̗̀➛ She would go to your home everyday and sit and talk to you. She'd teach you how to cope in a healthy way and she'd slowly start getting you out of bed and help you clean around your home and supported you taking breaks every so often

: ̗̀➛ If you ever had some sort of setback, she'd remind you that setbacks are normal and not to get angry at yourself for it. On the more tough days, she'd bring you some snacks prepared by Thoma and sing you to sleep.

: ̗̀➛ "I am so proud of you. Even if you don't get out of bed for a few days. I'm here for you and so many others are too! Please don't beat yourself up over this."

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

: ̗̀➛ Though it may seem Keqing is always swamped with work, she could never forget about you or not notice when something is up.

: ̗̀➛ She would most likely be the first to notice if you didn't leave the house for a day. She would find out by asking citizens if they've seen you. After hearing they haven't seen you in a while, she rushes to your house.

: ̗̀➛ When she finds you, she gets pretty angry. Not at you, but at herself. She wishes she could've seen the signs and maybe that if she wasn't always working she could've prevented this.

: ̗̀➛ She goes to your kitchen and makes some homemade soup for you and got you some water and then sat down with you and let you talk about how you felt whenever you were ready.

: ̗̀➛ "It's okay if you need to talk, but also okay if you're not ready to just yet. I miss you and I hope to see you tomorrow if that'd be alright. If you don't feel up for it, i'll come back everyday for you."

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

: ̗̀➛ Diluc had been thinking of you all day. He wished to get out of the Angel's Share sooner, but he was stuck there because of a drunk bard who hadn't paid just yet.

: ̗̀➛ As soon as he gets off work, he heads straight to your home with your favorite drink, just as a greeting gift.

: ̗̀➛ When he walked in, he noticed how you hadn't done laundry in weeks and you were still in bed, even though it was far past noon.

: ̗̀➛ He doesn't really know the best way to approach the situation, so he just goes off his gut.

: ̗̀➛ "I got a bottle of your favorite drink, but it seems you are upset. Allow me to listen to what's wrong and i'll get you a glass."

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

: ̗̀➛ Heizou's intuition immediately told him something was up the second you felt your motivation go down the drain. His intuition said to go check on you. Though he may have been in the middle of investigating a case, he left it all to see you.

: ̗̀➛ He had no idea what he would walk in on, but he did notice how you'd been a bit under the weather lately and he starting assuming the worst.

: ̗̀➛ Heizou burst through your door and ran up to your room, just to find you in the fetal position on your bed, crying.

: ̗̀➛ When he saw you, his body physically jolted. He was glad you were alive, but he didn't know what to do. His adrenaline was through the roof.

: ̗̀➛ He rushed by your side and hugged you and allowed you to cry on his shoulder, not caring if it got his shirt wet. All he cared about in that moment was you and nothing else. He would never admit it, but he shed a tear or two in that moment. Seeing somebody so vulnerable made him so upset, especially since it was you.

: ̗̀➛ "Please. Allow me to help. I can't have you go through this. I can't even begin to imagine how painful it's been and i'm sorry I haven't been there for you as much as I could've. I'm so sorry." He basically muttered that into your ear and he started crying with you.

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: ̗̀➛ Kokomi had a really long day that she never really signed up for. She had so much to do that she was free to go to her own home past 10 PM, but she went to see you first to say goodnight, but also to check on you. She usually sees you during her day, but she didnt, which she thought was odd.

: ̗̀➛ When she saw your expression, she knew exactly what you were thinking. She invited herself into your room and sat down gently on your bed.

: ̗̀➛ She offered to do anything and offered for you to talk to her about what you had been going through and overthinking.

: ̗̀➛ After letting you speak what was on your mind, she offered to you to write down your thoughts, just like how she does. She said how it makes her feel calmer and get out her emotions and that you should try it sometime.

: ̗̀➛ "Even if I'm busy at work, please come see me sometime. I'd love to see you anytime."

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

: ̗̀➛ Yae pretty much knew all along what you were feeling and thinking, she was just waiting for you to speak up to her and say what was on your mind.

: ̗̀➛ When she realized you'd never do that, she caved and went to your home, knowing exactly where in your house you'd be.

: ̗̀➛ She picked up some light novels for you to read and some tea to drink that'd give you some energy and hopefully snap you out of your current state.

: ̗̀➛ "Ah, my beautiful mortal friend. Human lives are too short to be thinking about this kind of stuff. You should be out there exploring the world and making memories along the way. There's so much stuff I can think of that you'd love. If you never leave home, you may never find that out. Cmon, when you're done with the tea, follow me to Narukami Shrine. I promise a short visit will be worthwhile."

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

: ̗̀➛ Ei never really understood why humans felt such a way, but when she realized that's how you felt, she read dozens of books on the topic to find out what she should do.

: ̗̀➛ Once she was well read on the topic, she went to go visit your home. She couldn't admit it but she was incredibly nervous. She brought some sweets with her that she got from some local food stands in Inazuma to give to you.

: ̗̀➛ When she arrived, she got incredibly upset seeing how bad it had gotten. She gave you the desserts and sat down beside you, not saying a word. She wanted you to speak whenever you were ready for her to know.

: ̗̀➛ She gently rubbed your back the entire time and didn't leave until around midnight. She came to see you for multiple hours a day just to make sure you're getting better. Each time, she'd bring something new for you to try and she'd try to convince you to come out into the world so she can try all of it with you.

: ̗̀➛ "Take your time, but I would love to take you to a restaurant and order all your favorites. You need to be reminded how much life is worth, especially for a mortal human like you. You barely live 100 years so you need to get outside and do all the things you enjoy. I believe in you."

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #comfort #angst #venti #albedo #kazuha #ayaka #keqing #diluc #heizou #shikanoin heizou #kokomi #sanganomiya kokomi #yae #yae miko #raiden ei #ei #raiden shogun #genshin comfort #genshin angst #angst to fluff

[seedsinmygarden]

I saw your post on character reactions to the MC coming out as transfem, and wanted to ask you a question/give you a prompt: the MC coming out as a trans guy to professors Fig and Sharp (separately).

(Reasons for this, if you want to know: I want to come out to my family, but I'm not in the best headspace (stuff happened, not related to them), and I need some comfort (these two are my favourite characters, and I see Fig as a father figure).

Sorry for ranting, it wasn't my intention. I love your content, keep up the good work.

Coming out as FTM Trans!

thank you for the compliments, and i’m happy to hear you liked the transfem one! im sorry you’re struggling, i hope this helps bring some comfort to you during tough times. (and please, let me know if anything was said incorrectly or was hurtful to be said! i want to do this right and the last thing i want to do is be hurtful, so please educate me! i will gladly edit it and make any changes to correct.)

Word Count: 1,792 words

Tags/Warnings: Set in a time where Fig didn’t die in the Final Repository Battle. Fluff, mentions of homophobia/transphobia.

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PROFESSOR FIG:

Professor Fig had been worried.

That morning, MC had sent him an owl, asking to speak together out on the Viaduct Bridge after dinner. He wondered if he misspoke the last time they were together— he knew something had been troubling them but didn’t want to press, yet he feared he pressed unintentionally.

After Miriam’s death, he found familial love in this now-6th year, seeing them as his own. He knew them well enough that sending a letter to meet after dinner meant that something was going on, and he only hoped he could help them find a solution to whatever it was.

Tugging his robe tighter around him, he watches his breath fog the air in front of his face. The sunset glows along the horizon as students passed him, dinner having come to a close and everyone eager for the warmth of their common rooms to finish the night.

Some stopped to say hello, others had a question on the recently-assigned essay, but it was when MC finally approached that he excused himself and told the other students he would be happy to talk more tomorrow morning before classes, if they had any remaining questions.

Once those students (rather begrudingly) left, he invites MC to join him with a wave. They smiled as they approached, leaning against the rail and looking out into the Hogwarts Valley.

“I see you got my letter. Thank you for meeting me out here.” They tell him and Professor Fig nods.

“Of course. After the tumultous year we shared last year, I see you as my own. You will always hold priorty in my life.”

He watches their smile falter. He continues, a small frown on his face and his brows creasing in concern.

“But I see something troubles you. Is everything alright, MC?”

“Yes.” MC nods. “It’s… something important. To me, at least.”

“If it is important to you, MC, then it is important to me too.” Professor Fig reassures them. “I will not force you to talk to me, but please know that I am always here for you. I am always by your side not because I brought you to Hogwarts and feel I must as an ambassador of some sort, but because I see you growing to become a caring, strong, and intelligent young adult.” There was a moment of silence as MC processes Professor Fig’s words, and finally, they take a breath.

“I-I’m trans, Professor.” MC finally looks at him. He could feel how quickly their stress levels shot up. “I’ve been using he/him pronouns in privacy among some friends, and a different name, and I’ve really been liking the… euphoria, it gives me.” Fig watches his breathing pick up, “I-I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, it’s only been a few weeks, I just— I was trying to work up the courage—”

Suddenly, Professor Fig acts upon instinct and his arms wrap around MC in a comforting hug.

“It’s okay, MC.” He tells him softly. “You could have told me whenever you were comfortable and I would have accepted you regardless. I am grateful you feel you can trust me to be yourself until you are comfortable coming out in a more public manner.” He gives him one last squeeze in the hug before pulling away to look him in the eye. “Know that you can always trust me, but also know that you shouldn’t feel the need to tell me every little update. Take things at your pace, because this is your life. Regardless, I accept you as you are.”

MC lets out a little sob, leaning back in towards Fig and hugging him again. Fig returns the gesture, rubbing his back comfortingly. He could feel his shoulders shake as he cries— tears of relief, he hoped.

“I hope you know how wonderful you are, MC. You deserve nothing but happiness.” He tells him as the crying slowed to a stop and the two pulled away, “Now, tell me, what is the name you go by now?”

PROFESSOR SHARP:

“Class dismissed.” Professor Sharp’s voice carries over the dungeon classroom. The bustle of life among the 7th year Advanced Potions students replaces the silence that once was the environment of focus as they packed their belongings and headed out.

Profesosr Sharp passed each station to ensure the cleanliness of them, and he found himself halting at one, where MC still stood, eyes trained on their potion as they stirred the contents. He watches as they subconsciously lift a jar of crushed lacewing flies and sprinkled a pinch into the potion, turning it a teal blue.

“MC?” Professor Sharp asks and MC yelps loudly, practically throwing their ladle and it falls to the ground behind them with a loud clatter against the stone floor.

“P-Professor— I-I mean, yes, Professor Sharp?”

“I dismissed class. I suppose you didn’t hear me, but you are free to go— once you finish your potion here. It would be a waste of resources if you scrapped it now.” He pulls out his wand as he spoke, nonverbally summoning the ladle to his wand hand and cleaning it with a handkerchief he protruded from his jacket pocket.

MC finally looks around the classroom, blinking almost owlishly as they realized they were the only student left. Sharp sets the cleaned ladle next to the cauldron.

“Oh. I see. I’m sorry, I must not have been listening.”

“Do not worry. My next class isn’t until after lunch.” Professor Sharp shakes his head, setting himself on the stool in the station next to MC’s. “What are you creating here?”

“I wanted to create Felix Felicis potion, the luck potion we learned last week.” Professor Sharp raises a brow at MC and they shake their head. “Rest assured, Professor, I was most certainly planning on turning it in to you. I’m well aware we’re not allowed to have it as students. Purely educational purposes, this brew.” MC chuckles, and it pulls a chuckle from Professor Sharp as well.

“I understand. Please, continue.” He motions to the cauldron, watching as MC carried on with the potion-making.

It was silent in the classroom once more— a comfortable silence, that is— with only the bubbling of the potion filling the room. Professor Sharp watches MC as they work on their potion, their hands working expertly to perfect the potion.

“May I talk about something, Professor?”

“If it won’t take you out of focus, you may.” He nods. He watches MC take a deep breath.

“Ever since I started here at Hogwarts, in my 5th year, I found a new world that was so much unlike the normal world I came from. I love this world, I love Hogwarts, I love Hogsmeade and the people across Hogwarts Valley… I-I’ve always felt a little off, in the muggle world. When I wear trousers, I’d get looks of disgust in my direction. ‘Ladies shouldn’t need to wear trousers. It’s not right.’”

“I have found the Wizarding World to be far more accepting than the muggle world, particularly. Granted, much of my life has been spent among witches and wizards alike, but the few years I spent in the muggle world, undercover, had me wishing to return sooner rather than later. People are cruel.” Professor Sharp sighs, shaking his head. “I’m sorry that has been your experience growing up.”

“Thank you, Professor. The world, muggle and wizarding, can both be cruel in different ways.” MC agrees, “I remember, when Florence came out, the amount of pushback she still got among all the acceptance.”

“Florence is a strong young woman.” Sharp nods, “She is solid as a wall. The negativity didn’t affect her— at least, not outwardly.”

“I wish I was more like her.” MC sighs as they add an ashwinder egg to the mixture.

“You are, MC.” Professor Sharp is quick to reassure. “You saved Hogwarts from Ranrok when you were only 15. An incredible feat, especially to a retired Auror such as I. And that is not to say that Florence coming out is inferior to that— both are incredible feats in their own ways. It takes strength and bravery to achieve both.” He takes a breath, “Believe me, MC, you are a great wizard. You will go on to do amazing things, in whatever it is you decide to pursue after Hogwarts.”

“Thank you, Professor.” MC couldn’t hold back the grin spreading across their face. They take a deep breath. “I’m transgender, Professor. I’ve never felt right wearing skirts even from a young age. A part of me was convinced that I would have to deal with the unhappiness for the rest of my life. Be arranged to marry off and bear children, as my duty would have been as a woman in the muggle world. But here, in the Wizarding World, I have more hope— hope to take control of my own life and do what it is I want to do, wear what I want to wear.”

“I see.” Sharp nods, “Rest assured, MC, you’ll always have a home here in the Wizarding World, a place where you can be called however you’d like, wear whatever it is you like to wear… It’s your place to decide what you want to do, and who you want to be.” He stands again as MC turns off the heat to the cauldron, letting the boiling cocotion simmer to room temperature, cool enough to be transferred to vials. “That is one of the wonderful freedoms we get in the Wizarding World; the ability to choose for ourselves.”

MC nods, casting the cooling charm to speed up the process as Professor Sharp goes to retrieve a row of empty vials to put the liquid luck into.

“I know it’ll still be rough for a while. I haven’t come out to a lot of people yet. I’ve only told Professor Fig, Professor Weasley, and a couple of my friends. And now, you. Thank you, Professor.”

“I am happy you trust me to know, MC. Or would you prefer a different name in privacy?”

#hogwarts legacy #hl oc #fanfic #hogwarts #professor fig #eleazar fig #professor sharp #aesop sharp #florence seymour #peter's fluxweed #oneshot #family

[nottapossum]

Father knows best chapter 10: Tough Love

Summary:

Tw: Locking someone in a room, talking about trafficking littles, judgemental parents, keeping secrets, forced age regression. LMK if I should add!

Notes:

Song recommended by: Jocasta_Alowish

 

"I knew what I had to do

After all, difficult children will take advantage of your good nature. So you lock them up from away the key

There's one on every family tree

Ungrateful

Hateful

Vile too, the things they put you through

Break their spirit so they obey

Now they'll do anything you say

Maybe you'd call it cruel but others would call it love

Tough love

I ask you, is it a crime to strive for perfection in all things?

Oh no, they're so cute when they're little but

Then they grow up and just ruin everything." ~Tough Love, Patti Cake$

~~~Loona:~~~

“Ugh! Why am I so completely useless?!” Loona shouts angrily, throwing a trashcan in the middle of the street.

“Loona, chill out, alright?” Esme asks. Loona dragged her in front of M&M's apartment in hopes of catching Moxxie's scent. It's driving her crazy that she can't help find him.

“Just focus for a moment. What can you smell?” Esme asks. Loona decided that she needed to keep trying to find Moxxie, no matter what and Esme was honestly starting to worry.

“I can smell everything else fine! Just…” She sighs. “Not him.” Loona hugs herself, unsure how to handle how she's feeling about this.

“Well. You're not broken because you can't smell one specific thing. It's easy enough to lose a scent.” Esme says.

“You don't get it! I had to live with that scent for 3 years, I know it! Why can't I detect it?!” Loona shouts. She takes a deep breath,“My abilities are the only reason anyone has ever kept me around longer than a week! This is the reason they keep me around!” She pointed at her nose. “If I can't do this…”

“Loon-”

“If I can't do this, what use am I to them?” She asks.

Esme takes Loona's hand and sits down on a nearby bench. “Come on, Loon. Your dad loves you. Do you honestly think he adopted you just so you can work for him?” She asks.

“Why else would he?” She asks. “That's what hellhounds are for!”

“Well, he could have chosen any hellhound there, but he picked you despite what everyone said. Whatever the reason, he has loved and cared about you, even when you don't always listen or do what hellhounds are ‘supposed’ to do. I don't think that will change…and if it does. You still have me.” She says.

Loona nods, honestly without Blitzø she wouldn't even have Esme…who knows where she would have ended up.

“Loona, your value isn't defined by your species or classification. It's who you are that matters. It'll be okay.” Esme says. “You will find him. And it's not your fault you haven't yet, understand me?”

Loona nods and wipes away a tear. “Yeah.”

“I know it's hard. But it's really not your fault, everything's gonna be okay.” She says.

Loona nods and hugs Esme. “Thanks, E. I needed to hear that.”

Esme smiles and pets Loona’s hair. “Of course, L. I love you.”

Loona smiles. “I love you too.”

~~~Later:~~~

Loona decided if she can’t help track Moxxie with her nose, she could help Blitzø with whatever he was working on.

“Dad?” Loona asks, walking into his office.

“Not now, loonie. I'm very busy with trying to find Moxxie.”

“Yeah…I can see that. Do you want me to get you a drink? Or something to eat?” She asks. “You've been working non stop and…you don’t look…so good.”

Blitzø shakes his head. “I'm fine.”

“But maybe-”

“Loonie, I said I'm fine.” Blitzø says. “Please just-” Blitzø sighs. “Just let me work, okay?”

Loona has never seen Blitzø like this before, it was almost terrifying.

“Yeah…okay.” She says, closing the door behind her since she didn't know what else to do.

God, was she useless.

~~~Millie:~~~

It was getting late…

Millie has been trying non-stop to get a hold of Blitzø to figure out what the hell was going on!

The only one who answered was Loona, who had no idea and only said Blitzø was ‘busy’.

She needed a plan, a lead, she needed something! She's sick of being kept in the dark!

She decided it best to get some rest and then head to pride tomorrow morning…she supposed it was better that way, though she doubts she'll actually sleep.

Why did she ever leave him alone?

She headed to her parents' place for the night, she doesn't feel up to killing Blitzø yet.

~~~~~~~

Millie told her family about Moxxie at dinner, about the Mafia and his family in wrath. She's not sure why she felt the need to, it just sorta slipped out.

“Moxxie? In the mafia?” Buck asks.

“That checks.” Owen says.

“I knew there was somethin about him. I never really liked him anyway, he relies on you way too much.” Lynn says.

“We did tell you he wasn’t cut out for this family.” Jo says. “Claims to be a wrathian but he can’t even wrestle a hellhog.”

“What are you talking about?” Millie asks. “This changes nothin. I'm sure Crimson has him somewhere and I'm going to find him and bring him back home!”

“Millie, you shouldn't stay with someone if they're lying to you.” Lynn says.

“Your mother's right, pumpkin. There are plenty of great guys and girls who live around here who-”

Millie’s hands slam on the table. “How fucking dare you! This family would be so fucking lucky to have him if they’d just give him a damn chance! Moxxie is my husband, I chose him! And last time I checked, I don’t need your permission to do that, and he doesn’t need your approval either! I don’t care if you like him or not, I don't care what he did or who his parents are! He's part of this family! The reality is: I’d trade a lifetime with all of you for one moment with him!” Millie says. “If you can’t accept him for who he is, I can’t accept you for who you are.”

Millie ran out of the house and slammed the door.

“Millie wait!” Owen shouts as he and the other brothers runs after Millie.

Sallie Mae was about to follow, but she turned to her parents. “That's why Millie never visits by the way. I hope yer proud of yourselves.” She says, walking out.

The brothers and Sallie Mae follow Millie who was leaning against one of the fences.

“Millie, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” Buck asks her.

Millie whines away a tear. “M’fine.”

“Are you crying?” Dale asks.

“Shut up.” Owen says to him. “Mil?”

“I just don't know what to do.” Millie says.

“It'll be okay. You'll find him.” Buck says.

“Yeah, you're great at finding things.” Dale says.

Millie ignores dale and keeps talking. “I have a feelin’ his good for nothin father has him, but I can't prove it.” She says.

“Sounds right.” Sallie Mae says. “I don't think Moxxie would just leave without good reason. He's weak as hell, but not a coward.”

“How could he not tell me about what happened to him?” Millie asks. “I've always been there for Moxxie! He should have trusted me!”

“Maybe he wanted to protect you?” Owen suggests. “What you know can't hurt you, right?”

“Maybe…” Millie sighs.

“Look, forget Ma and Pa. I'll drive you home tonight.” Sallie says.

“Seriously?”

“Of course, I haven't read the rulebook but, pretty sure that's what sisters are for.”

“Thanks.” Millie says. Maybe Sallie wasn't so bad after all? Maybe she was wrong about her?

“It's just what I do, being the more well adjusted of the sisters.” Sallie says with an annoying smile.

Millie rolls her eyes. So much for sisterhood she guessed.

~~~Moxxie:~~~

Moxxie couldn’t stand the dark, he hated it! He felt like something happened, like someone got into the room in the middle of the night..and then grabbed him!…then suddenly disappeared.

Like the grim reaper or the boogie man!

The boogie man wasn't real, right?

No, that's crazy.

But, what if the mysterious figure came back? What if they grabbed him again and this time took him someplace awful?

What if they took him to the lake…like Crimson had?!

He couldn't sleep…he had to stay up in case they came back…

So…he stayed up…

All night…

He had to-

He drifted to sleep a few times throughout the night, but every time he noticed, he jolted awake and tried to force himself to stay up as much as possible until the sun came up again.

He recalls a story his daddy told him, it was about the krampus who would collect kids like him and punish them for being bad…

But that was only on sinmas, right?

~~~~~~

Hours later, after the sun was up and the boogeyman was nowhere in sight, the door unlocks and a figure steps inside the room.

Moxxie stands up. “Daddy!” Moxxie wiped away some tears from his puffy red eyes. He reaches for his father desperately, he needs some comfort after such a long night.

Crimson walked in with Alessio. The older Imp raises an eyebrow at the younger rather than giving him the affection he was asking for. “Have you learned your lesson, Mox?” Crimson asks.

Moxxie nods shakily and desperately. “m’sorry, daddy.”

“Say your sorry to Alessio, not me. He's the one you bit.” Crimson says.

“M'sowy, Al.” He says.

“It's alright, little one.” Alessio says, hugging Moxxie finally. “Just don't do it again.” He pets his head.

Moxxie nods. “I promise.” He says.

“Alright, we need to talk to big Moxxie now.” Crimson says.

Moxxie wanted more hugs, he wanted to cuddle and be comforted some more…but if that's what Sir wanted, he had to. “Okay, daddy.” Moxxie says.

Crimson kisses Moxxie's cheek. “Good boy.”

“Wake up, Moxxie.” Alessio says.

Moxxie flinches, feeling dizzy and disconnected suddenly, like last night, he wasn't sure which room he was in…it was very dark and not a room Crimson usually locked him in.

“Moxxie, we need to talk.” He says. “I think it's time you know why you're here.”

Crimson unlocks the plastic case around the light switch then turns on the lights.

Moxxie cowers at first, his eyes were far too sensitive from being in the dark for so long, it took a bit for his eyes to adjust.

He blinks rapidly until his vision is clear, and then he sees it…

It was a nursery…?

There was a crib, a changing table, a little kids book shelf…

He can feel the child inside of him flutter somehow.

Why did Crimson do this?

A hand is placed on Moxxie’s shoulder which causes him to jerk away. “We aren’t ashamed of who you are, Moxxie. We care about you, we want you.” Crimson says.

“W-we?” Moxxie asks.

“Alessio and I, we want you, we love you, Moxxie.” Crimson explains. He emphasizes his point by placing both hands on Moxxie’s shoulders. “We can finally have the family we always wanted.”

Moxxie takes a step back. “Sir, I don’t understand.” Moxxie says.

“As you suspected, Alessio and I are together. We were talking about you and how much we missed you. How much time we lost, all the years we wasted.” Crimson continues, holding Moxxie’s chin. “But, we decided it wasn't too late, we could be a family, the three of us, makeup for all those lost years we could have been spending with you.” Crimson then moved his hand and gently stroke Moxxie's hair.

Moxxie backs away as far as he can before hitting the side of the crib. “I have a family, Sir. I have a wife, and friends. I can’t just leave them to-”

“Moxxie, they don't care about you! Don't you think if they did, they would have been here by now?” Crimson asks.

Moxxie had no answer.

“We love you, Moxxie. We want you here.”

Moxxie looked up at Crimson…

He can't remember the last time Crimson had ever said that.

Could his father really love him?

‘Let this be a lesson, Moxxie. This is what happens when you cross me…’

No…

He couldn't.

And even if he did, Moxxie can't just ignore what Crimson was doing…what he always did! Not even to get the one thing he always wanted.

Moxxie pushes Crimson away. “No! You think I don't know what you've been doing? The suspicious trucks, the secrecy, you're trafficking littles, aren't you?” He asks. He can't let them figure out how he knows, but he doesn’t care what they do to him, he's going to help those littles if he can! And he was not going to fall for his father’s tricks anymore!

Crimson glares at Moxxie. “So, you're not stupid…so what?” Crimson asks.

“Why would I ever be part of a family where they'd treat people like that?! You missed your chance to be my father years ago!” He says.

“Sounds to me he needs a little more time to think about it.” Crimson says.

Alessio nods and the two of them begin to leave.

“No!” Moxxie shouts.

Crimson turns back to him. “You will be staying here whether you like it or not, Moxxie! We will do whatever we have to, even if that means keeping you little for the rest of your life.” He slams the door, leaving Moxxie stuck in the nursery for who knows how much longer.

Moxxie's breathing increases, he runs over to the window to try and open it, but to no avail.

He tried opening the door, but it did nothing…

He pushes his back against the door and curls up on the floor…

Was he never going to escape this hell? Will he ever see Millie again?

For a moment Moxxie considered begging, but that's what Crimson would want.

He couldn't play their game anymore…

He had to get home, had to find Millie.

Oh…Millie.

Notes:

"Our idea for a happy home

Is one where we live all alone

Dark

Depressing

Desolate

Now let's all drink to that

Call us wicked call us mean

Cruel and everything in between

You could say it's unjust

Turning their dreams to dust

This is what we call love, tough love." ~~Tough Love, Patti Cake$

Song recommended by: Jocasta_Alowish

Taglist: @todayimfour

Wow I haven't updated this all year!

Glad I finally got this out.

We only have 4 or 5 more chapters.

Probably 5.

#itty bitty imps #father knows best

[taegularities]

Hello lovely Rid 💕💕

I know I haven't dropped in for a couple of days but I saw your post about what you've had to deal with recently and I just wanted to send you my love and support. That sounds like a really scary and uncomfortable situation to go through but I hope you know that there is also so much kindness and love in the world and you are deserving of it!! I feel like that's something that we can use a reminder for when we encounter people like that, who seem to lack any of those things. You don't deserve any of the pain or sadness you go through, you deserve love and happiness and it will come to you, I'm sure of it <3

On a lighter note, I saw you saying you might be able to drop cmi 10 on the sixth? That's actually the date of my one year blog anniversary lmaooo what a coincidence. I'm sending you all the energy and motivation and hoping for a smooth writing process, Rid. Life is tough though so please don't worry too much about deadlines since I'm sure everyone is excited to read it whenever it comes out.

You also asked about unhappy endings and even though I think you might know my opinion on angst and sad things already, I just want to say again that I would read anything you wrote, Rid and I would sacrifice my very fragile heart if it means reading another one of your beautiful stories. It's funny because usually when it comes to books I don't mind sad things, in fact the heartbreaking ones are usually my favourites, but with fanfiction I think I just get too attached to the characters and it absolutely tears my heart apart when there's any angst.

Speaking of books, I've been reading more recently and I started a book yesterday where the main character's name is Rin and I'm not joking when I say that my brain read it as Rid the first couple of times. So I think that says a lot about how much you cross my mind I guess.

Sorry that I haven't dropped in much lately, for some reason 9/10 times when I open tumblr these days I feel overwhelmed at the thought of reblogging anything or talking to people 😔 And I've also been in and out of bad moods in general lately so yeah. Hoping that starting classes again, being busier and setting up some kind of routine will help me a bit.

I hope things go well for you too in this busy time Rid, both with classes and with work!! Sending you all of my love always 💞💞💞

hi my love 🤍 thank you so much. it's gotten better but it was scarring for sure.. while i know that there's still so much love and positivity in this world, i'm just so :') closed off, like my brain doesn't want to trust anyone just yet. but good things to come, hopefully hehe

and yeah, i shall definitely try! can't promise anything just yet, but i really want to drop cmi10 in a week or two :D lowkey also want it out, so i can finally get to cmi11!! yeah, i'm the same lmaoo i used to read a lot of angsty novels, but pain hits a lot harder with fics. maybe bc it's our favourite celebrity, too? but like, thank you 🥺 i hope you always go into fics carefully and take a break if you need to. i'll always be grateful you picked up any of my fics at all 🤍

don't worry about tumblr.. i absolutely know what you mean. i guess it's why i've been absent, too. don't know what exactly it is, but this site's been a lot lately :') if you ever need to talk about what's going on, i'm here. hope you feel better soon and that uni starts smoothly for you. love you 💕

#also the rin - rid bit 🤣 #i once read a book when i was younger and one of the character's name was rid — short for ridley #i always wanted to use that nickname for myself since i read it LOL and now I can't take the character seriously anymore 😂 #ivi <3 #fic: colour me in

[hueningkoi]

In honor of Murdy's first birthday tomorrow I'm gonna info dump about my oc's. Yolo. Long post ahead lol feel free to scroll past 😅

Oldest sibling on the left is 31 yr old Murdy Pine of course they are a lil wild card energetic and obnoxious pansexual nonbinary he/they and acts like the youngest. Gets into A LOT of trouble. Always seems to have new clothes and buys people things for them but neither Zed or Mo have any idea what Murdy does for a living. He disappears a lot and comes back suspiciously overly cheerful. Has a concerning neck scar and missing part of his left ear and they come up with a different ridiculous story about what happened everytime it comes up. The last story he told he said he he lost his ear during a poker game with one of the k*ardashian's bodyguards. Murdy got "caught cheating" and the guy lost it and "went all mike tyson on my ass." No one believes them.

Murdy's younger brother is Zed Pine in the pic in the middle. He is an Edgelord. Angsty little 26 yr old. He is really athletic and loves to play sports but he is also not social or extroverted at all but for some reason attracts jocky social butterfly dude bros all the time? He goes to the gym and everyone there loves him even tho he barely says anything to them? He has been adopted by his entire local gym and he doesnt know what to do about it Murdy help him please. He also is an insomniac and seems like he never sleeps and is a long suffering younger brother to a ball of chaos named Murdy Pine. He's also asexual or demisexual he doesn't know all he knows is he can't be bothered with all that but sometimes the guys at the gym look sorta nice to him physically? Maybe? Meh. Whatever. *pulls his pokemon game out and ignores you*

Mo Pine in the drawing on the right is their younger cousin she's 17 and she tries hard to be a tough person but is such a cinnamon roll underneath. She is like Murdy and Zeds unnofficial little sister even though she's always the one telling Murdy to drink some freakin water and Zed to go THE HELL TO SLEEP Or she'll kick their asses which they know she never will because she learned that she can't throw a punch to save her life. She's not allowed to cook because she'll set the kitchen on fire. She is clumsy on her feet and can and will trip and fall on literally nothing. The ground loves her. She's tired of skinning her hands from falling so. The gloves. Also she's probably not gay right? Murdy always makes hints about it and she's not dumb she knows what they are getting at but like... Yesterday this girl at the Cafe winked at her and Mo ran into a table and knocked the napkin dispenser off and she was so embarrassed she couldn't look at cafe girl but thats just probably because she's clumsy and embarassed herself and not because that girl had the cutest freckles and made her stomach flip and... well it's whatever.

They all are very close and would die for each other but they all also bug each other so much and would not hesitate to tackle one another to the ground at a moments notice. Classic sibling behavior. Mo and Zed think Murdy is secretly an assassin or a spy or something and they get together once a week and play videos games and talk about what the hell Murdy DOES for a living. There is a folder they've been filling up. It's their project.

Murdy likes to plan surprise birthday parties for Mo and Zed at the most batshit times of the year no where NEAR thier birthdays and even if it's weird and out of nowhere they are always THE BEST PARTIES EVER.

A classmate made fun of Mo for falling going up the stairs at her school and she acted like it didn't hurt her feelings but it did and Murdy was furious. The next day the stairs were missing like completely torn out and the girl who made fun of her was hysterical saying that there was an entire giant pile of destroyed crumbled cement in her living room this morning and her parents were furious and confused and called the police but no one knows how it got there at all still and the school is working on fixing the stairs immediately because they also got an anonymous envelope with a pineapple sticker on it with a donation of money to fix the stairs and a note that said "sorry got a little upset and carried away. Kowabunga brother." Mo is very confused but it kind of made her day.

#mars info dumps #these are the things i think of whenni sit outside in the sun on mybdays off lol #itsa me a mars io? #original characters #my ocs #murdy pine #zed pine #mo pine #my kids #lol #long post