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azullumi · 1 year

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ayato, kazuha, wanderer — mornings with him (2) ☆彡

summary — mornings with him are often filled with nothing but affection and not wanting to leave the bed.

characters — ayato, kazuha, wanderer (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — fluff, established relationship; scenario

word count — 757

a/n — this is part 2 out of 2! this is the link to the first part!

AYATO

"my love, it's cold." he grumbles, pulling you closer to him to prevent you from leaving and you can't completely escape his grasp when he's holding you so tight. he's acting as if there's no blanket that could warm him up and get rid of the cold but in his own defense, your own warmth beats the blanket's own so deal with it.

"archons, you're too warm." you say, trying to make him let go of you, however, he wouldn't budge. "it's cold."

"ayato."

"i don't want to."

he has you wrapped closely to him with his arms, completely showing how he doesn't want to let go of you. however, you were suffering because of how hot it is and the fact that ayato was holding you so tightly wasn't helping.

"do you not feel the cold?" he asks and you responded immediately, "obviously, i do not."

"well, too bad, i do."

you could already imagine the expression on his face, a smirk tugging on his lips, clearly amused and archons, he should be thankful that you couldn't escape his arms or else he he would have to get out of the bed with a red handprint on his face.

"release me or i will not talk to you the whole morning."

he hums, "bet."

ayato, later on that morning, had to apologize and plead for you to talk to him already.

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

"stay a little bit longer," he reaches out and grabs your wrist, holding onto it as you were about to stand up from the bed. his grip on you wasn't tight and it was easy to just shake it off to make him let go of you but you couldn't find it within yourself to do that.

it was obvious from his voice that he was sleepy and he did not have even the smallest bit of intention of leaving the bed with you until later. however, you have to start moving now or else the morning will start late for you and you'll end up having to chase after tasks that you could have finished right now, at this moment.

"kazuha," you called and he hummed as a response, still not moving from his position, "let go, i need to leave the bed already."

he whines, pulling you closer to him, burying his face on your hair. "just a little bit longer then we can leave."

"i can't do that."

"yes, you can," he replies and you could only sigh. you dragged yourself out ot the bed with kazuha behind you who seemingly didn't mind as long as he still has his hold on you. he has his eyes closed and only relying on you for suport.

you ended up having to go through your whole morning with a sleepy kazuha clinging onto you and following you around.

WANDERER

"come back here." a voice calls out to you, a grumple, clear irritation lacing the tone of it. you turn to look at him, smiling at the sight of his messy hair and sleepy expression. it was a rare thing to see and it was honestly cute though if you're going to say that outloud, he might not like it.

"i have work, kuni." oh, how he adores the way you gently call him by his nickname, the one wherein its only you who is allowed to call him that, though he didn't think much of it and focused on the fact that you were really planning on leaving his side before he wakes up.

"that's not important, go back to sleep." he says, pulling you back to the warmth of the sheets and the comfort of his arms. he has himself positioned behind you, his face hiding at the crook of your neck and you could feel his breath fanning against your skin and his hair tickling you, emitting a chuckle out of you.

"kuni," you say, dragging his name longer out of your tongue, seemingly a warning to which he didn't listen to. he only hummed though and this only ended up tickling you more. noticing your reaction, he peppered kisses on your neck to drive more out of you and it was a success when you were a laughing mess, trying to escape him.

giggles and laughter filled the whole room when he continued to tickle you with his kisses and touch. through broken chuckles, you pleaded to him to stop and let go of you but he didn't listen and only said:

"no, this is your punishment for trying to leave me."

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xetswan · 9 months

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Seth Clearwater Imagine!-

Flustered Flirt

Warnings: None really

Requested!

“Seth’s here, Mom!” I called out as I excitedly put my shoes on. She comes out from the living room with a smirk on her face. “Alright, have fun. I better not get another call from anyone on the rez or Chief Swan like last time.” She tells me, reminding me of what happened a few weeks ago when he and I were being loud and got kicked out of a store. My face warms up. “Yes, I know.” I swung my bag onto my shoulder, exiting the house. “Love you!” My mom shouts just as I shut the door.

I speed walk over to Seth who was on an old dirt bike he and Jacob worked on together. He hands me his helmet. I grin, taking it. “Where’s yours?” I poke him, swinging my leg over the side. “You’re more important.” He simply tells me, and my heart quickens. Ever since my mom became good friends with Billy Black and Charlie Swan I have been going to the reservation. It was quite often, it was inevitable for Seth and I to meet.

And first glance, it was something weird. The whole world shifted to something brighter, and in Forks, that’s saying a lot.

I learned later on that he had imprinted on me. He’s a werewolf. It was strange to take in and have to act like it was normal but Billy had explained the stories to me.

I knew what they believed in, even if they called it myths, after the imprint thing and then actually being shown everything there was no way I couldn’t believe in it. That would make me plain stupid.

“[Name]?” I snap out of my thoughts. “Hm?”

“Hold on.” He snickers, “Oh, right.” I say, wrapping my arms around his upper waist, he starts the bike and it jolts forward before going smoothly. Today we are going shopping for Bella and Edward’s wedding, it’s this weekend and I realized I had nothing to wear so we decided to go today. He already had his outfit so it was really for me.

Seth is pretty excited about it too, he didn’t expect to be invited so since he was he’s been non-stop talking about it. It’s cute.

Once we got to the little strip mall, he patiently waits for me to get off before following after me. I take my helmet off, placing it down. He starts laughing and I look up at him confused. “Your hair,” He points, I look at the window of the store in front of us and I realized it was super messy. “I’ll help you.” He smiles sweetly, flattening down my hair, I stare up at him, and watch his face turn a little red. “And you look as beautiful as ever.” He backs away like I’m an art piece. I roll my eyes, shoving him playfully. “Was I not beautiful with messy hair?” I cross my arms and his face drops.

“No, I mean yes- I mean- you’re always beautiful. I was just saying that-” I cut him off with laughter. “I’m messing with you.” I take his hand in mine, and we both walk into a dress store.

“Oh, right.” He sighs outloud, I smile to myself.

Once we go in there’s a few looks here and there. Watching the both of us as we go through all of the dresses I thought were pretty. “How about this one.” I hold up a light pink dress that stops right before the knees. He stands back, thinking about it. “It’s pretty but I think you’re pretty without the dress.” He tries to flirt, and my eyes widen at his words. I look around to see if anyone heard but no one was near us. “Seth!” I whisper, hitting his arm. “What?” He seems surprised I hit him. “You just said I look better naked!” I again whisper to him, his eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head. “No, I meant that you’re pretty out of the dress like you’re pretty- ugh, I’m an idiot.” He hides his face in his hands and I quietly chuckle, placing the dress back before holding his wrists, pushing them away from his face forcing him to look at me.

“You’re not an idiot you just need to work on your flirting.” I tease him, and he squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I mean it’s not like you aren’t pretty naked, I wouldn’t know but gosh I just made this weirder.” He groans, throwing his head back as I laugh again, I pull him into a hug. “It’s okay, Seth. I know how you are.” I let him go and then moved on to the next dress.

It was a dark purple which goes into the color palate that they gave us for what to wear. It was another short dress too.

“I think I’ll go try this one on.” I kiss his cheek, going towards the dressing rooms.

After getting changed, I turn to face the mirror, looking at myself in the dress. I sway my hips to see how it goes out. Approving how it looks I step outside of the room, “Seth!” I call out for him, he was looking at another dress but once I got his attention he jumps and then comes over. “Need help?”

“No, I think this is the one.” I grin, fully coming out to show him, twirling around. He stares quietly at me. “Seth? What do you think?” I take the sides into my hands as I become self-conscious of his silence.

“You look beautiful.” He tells me, my face grows warm and I look away from him.

“Hey, I’m serious.” He says, “As beautiful as when my hair was messy.” I joke, he scoffs. “I don’t know if you can beat that look.”

I gasp, and he laughs. “I’m kidding, you look gorgeous, [Name].” He takes my hands in his.

“You’re cute.” I step up on my tiptoes to peck him on the lips. I then step back. “Unzip me?” I turn around. “Uh, are you- are you sure you want me to?” He nervously asks.

I look back at him. “If you’re not comfortable I can ask a worker,” I assure him and he shakes his head. “I can do it.” He puts a hand on my hip then the other one unzips my dress. Once he’s done I turn around and smile. “Thank you.”

I go back into the dressing room and shut the door. Getting dressed back into my regular clothes. Luckily the dress wasn’t super expensive.

Bonus!

The three werewolves phase back to their human forms, Leah and Embry laughing uncontrollably as Seth hides his face like before from embarrassment. “You unzipped her dress, it’s not like you saw anything.” Embry cackles, Leah holding herself as she tries to calm her laughter.

“Okay, I get it!” He cries out angrily at the two for teasing him. “Hey, it’s okay. She’s your first girlfriend.” Leah tries to hold in her laugh, but Seth can immediately tell.

“I hate being a werewolf.” He steps away from the two, storming off.

#bella swan #jacob black #twilight #twilight x reader #alice cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #jasper whitlock #seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #embry call #leah clearwater #twilight imagine #twilight saga

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lexyleblancc · 1 year

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Baby Monk {Osferth}

Summary: You save the Baby Monk from Finan’s constant teasing

Osferth x fem!reader

Word count: 859

Warnings: Nothing :)

“Finan, leave him alone.” Your voice sounded as you approached the two men. Finan could often be found poking fun at the warrior-monk, and to your dismay the ladder accepting it.

“Must you always take the fun out of it?” Finan asked with a groan, turning to face you. You smiled slightly, patting the man on the shoulder before nodding your head in the direction of the others who were setting up camp.

“Uhtred is looking for you.” You told the man, Finan leaving without another word. You turned your attention to Osferth, a small sigh slipping past your lips. “You shouldn’t let Finan mock you so much.” You told him, making Osferth look at you shocked. Normally when you would tell Finan to leave him alone, you would go after him and never give Osferth a second glance. It was no joke between the others that Osferth had feelings for you. The others found it entertaining, you thought it was cute when his face would burn bright when you would talk to him.

“It makes him happy.” Osferth spoke quietly, looking down to the leaves under his feet.

“Does it make you happy?” You asked, cranking your neck so he would look at you. “Osferth, just because others find joy in something, doesn’t mean you should always allow it.” You told him, giving him a small smile when he finally met your eyes. “Finan is a great man, and he finds humor where he can… don’t allow yourself to be on the wrong end of his jokes.” You turned to walk away from the man, leaving him to dwell on your words when he called after you.

“(Y/N)?” You hummed as you glanced over your shoulder at him. “Why are you being nice to me?” If your heart could shatter upon hearing mere words you were sure it would have.

“Us bastards should stick together.” You finally said, a small laugh leaving your lips as you offered your hand to him. “If I didn’t have Sihtric growing up… well let’s just say you have many people around that look at you like a little brother now, and I’m afraid I have been a little cold towards you.” You never knew how to take Osferth’s crush on you. Never had anyone looked at you with pink cheeks, stuttering over their words as they spoke to you. Your brother, Sihtric, found joy in the fact that someone had finally made you nervous, even if he was a Christian man. Sihtric hated the idea of marrying you off, it was his responsibility since you had no one else, but he also knew you had the soul of a warrior.

You had been alongside Sihtric your entire lives, and when he swore to serve Uhtred, you followed your brother. Finan had joined your little band of warriors after him and Uhtred had been saved from the slavers, and Osferth was the last to join. You didn’t have high hopes for the monk when he first joined Uhtred’s service, he had no experience with a sword, and had never witnessed a battle. You assumed he would have died quickly, but he surprised you.

“You haven’t been cold towards me.” Osferth told you finally, moving his hand from yours so he could situate the two of you so you were linking arms instead. “I just assumed you didn’t like me.” He told you truthfully.

“I’m afraid that is far from the truth.” you didn’t intend to say it outloud, but the words had spilled from your lips before you could take them back.

“Really?” The grin of his face was enough to make any woman weak in the knees.

“Yes, really.” You told him, a smile to match his falling upon you. “I’m afraid I’m not great with emotions.” You said, looking from him and back to the trees that surrounded the two of you as you walked. “So being around you has sometimes made me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Osferth asked, making you roll your eyes at his new found ego.

“If you’re going to start teasing like Finan, maybe I should stop intervening to save you the trouble.”

“Forgive me, (Y/N). I just can’t find it in myself to believe that a warrior like yourself would like a monk.” Osferth told you truthfully, his head bowing as he spoke. You pulled him to a stop, tilting your chin to meet his gaze as you smiled softly.

“I may not care for your God Osferth, but that does not mean I cannot care for you.” You told him, leaning up slightly and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Now,” You cleared your throat to admire his pink cheeks slightly. “The others are waiting for us.” You told him, stepping away from him to continue the walk back to the rest of the group.

Osferth watched you walk away, his mouth slightly agape. He could feel the heat radiating off his face, which made it even worse knowing he had to go back to face the others like this. “Come along baby Monk!” You called, not looking over your shoulder.

“Coming!”

#osferth #osferth x reader #finan #finan x reader #sihtric #sihtric x reader #uhtred #uhtred x reader #ragnar x reader #young ragnar #erik thurgilson #erik x reader #brida #father beocca #baby monk #warrior monk

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ffeelann · 2 months

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NISHINOYA WITH READER WHO'S LIKE WAYY TALLER THAN HIM

i just want fluff alr

a/n: the way I'm not even tall AND I LOVE THIS TROPE OMGGGG

warning: pet names, taller reader, gn reader, nishinoya x reader, Tanaka being jealous, he wanna be spoiled too lol, FLUFFY FLUFF

Btw: requests are open

Oh my, how he loved them.

They were so tall... And so cute.

They hugged him so often and gifted tiny kisses all over his face. And that melted him, completely.

They were the first one going to meet him after the games and the first person everyone would go completely mute about when they'd find out who's partner you were.

And now there Y/N was, wearing the only outfit he could remember from the people who whatched the game... and he couldn't help but hug his partner without caring a single thing about what his teammates could think.

—Y/N! Saw me? I was like fiuumm, swoosh, and then I went and saved It like woah!

—Yeah, Noya. Saw it! Bought you some stuff so you can feel better now you're done...— their voice dropped the words he loved to listen the most. And, to be honest, all the guys at the team were internally crying because no one was waiting for them with a good tea and flavored breads to celebrate their game, not their victory, they were just celebrating that Noya was playing.

Damn, they were so lovely.

Y/N gave him tea and different snacks, and also kisses. Many soft kisses.

—Noya! Share some of those, you bastard!

That was Tanaka. Y/N waved at him, and Noya frown to his friend so he could hug the snack's bag tight and also hugging you by your waist.

—Buy yourself some of you want them!

Y/N stroked the shorter guy's hair with love, smiling at his gesture, and he would have been mad at anyone else.

But It was Y/N.

Noya rubbed his cheek on their side just to make fun of Tanaka, he never did that. But It was kinda endearing.

—Y/N, you'll go with us on the front, is It okay?— Kyoko's voice called your name with her majestic aura. Noya looked at her and then he pressed himself even more tightly to your waist when he heard and processed the whole sentence.

—Us? You comming back with us?— he saw you nodding and he smiled widely, almost too widely. And that made you giggle.

—Yeah, sweetheart. I'll go with the managers.

—Can't you come with me...?

—Hey!— Tanaka complained. And you laughed outloud.

—I'm sorry, dear. Kyoko said I can come with them...

Noya inmediately went to convince their managers to let you travel next to him.

You ended up with a tired Nishinoya sleeping on your shoulder. The comfiest trip ever... you guys need to do that again.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #karasuno #kageyama tobio #yachi hitoka #yaku morisuke

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 6 days

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Why is the Question

A.N: Illusions to Malleus Dorm Uniform card, so if you haven't read that vignette, this story may not make sense. I loved that vignette; this is my TWST OC Mia with Malleus after the fact.

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There was no other word for it.

Malleus was pouting as far as Mia was concerned. He barely said two words since the Gargoyle Research Society meeting started. Which didn’t bother her any, as sometimes they would sit in companionable silence and observe the gargoyles together. At Ramshackle dorm, tea would often accompany them.

There was no tea today.

But the key word was companionable silence.

This wasn’t companionable, as Malleus’ brain was obviously not on the beauty of the Ramshackle gargoyles this evening.

It wasn’t hard to figure out why Malleus’ attention was elsewhere.

By now, all of Night Raven College knew about the stunt that the Diasomnia Housewarden had pulled during the previous Housewarden meeting. How could they not when most of the Dorm Leaders had returned to their dorms in a rage?

Mia simply continued to sketch in her sketchbook. She had already asked if he was alright, and he reassured her before returning inward. She thought, perhaps, he found it a private matter to deal with.

That’s fine, he knew where to find her.

Eventually, Malleus heaved a sigh and murmured, “No matter how many times I try to go over it in my mind, I simply cannot understand what went wrong.”

Mia decided to take this cue since he voiced it outloud and spoke lightly, “Oh, anything I can help with?”

Malleus blinked and started. Slowly he turned and looked at her as if seeing her for the first time.

Mia continued her sketching.

“Ah, Child of Man!! Yes, you are a child of man. Perhaps you would assist me in a matter?”

Mia only chuckled, “You don’t have to be so formal, what’s up?”

Malleus started, “Well, you see, it’s like this….”

Ten minutes later, after Malleus explained the event in great detail, including everyone’s reaction, he was stunned to see a twitch of Mia’s lips. Much like Lilia, she could no longer hold it back and burst out laughing, slamming her sketchbook close.

Malleus felt a flash of annoyance at this.

Exactly what was so funny about this?! Was he being made a fool of?

Mia waved her hand, “I’m sorry! I promise, I’m not laughing at you but hearing a 1st hand account of the event, I mean…”

“Yes, yes. Very amusing, child of man.”

Mia managed to contain her mirth, although her eyes still danced. Perhaps it was wise to settle down a little. She could tell that Malleus was beginning to lose his patience the longer he looked at her. She did not want an angry fae on her hands.

“Malleus, I….” pause.

“....”

“.....”

Sigh. “There is so much to unpack, I can’t do it in the next five minutes.”

“I have the time.”

“Yeah, not right now. Listen, let me think about this a little more. This is gonna require a Powerpoint presentation with graphs and everything.”

Malleus blinked, “Does it really warrant that?” Just how big was this matter that he couldn’t seem to get a grasp of?

Mia giggled, “Oh, yeah…..”

“Then can you, at least, explain why do you keep laughing? What exactly is so humorous?”

Mia took pity on Malleus who looked so earnest, “Personally, I find it quite charming.”

Malleus’ eyebrow shot up, “Charming?”

“It’s charming and sad at the same time. I have to say, you get an A+ for effort. Using what knowledge you had, you came up with some kind of solution. Didn’t work, but you took some initiative. That should be applauded.”

Malleus pouted, “Would that others saw it that way….”

“Ah, well, I do have an edge over them.” Mia shrugged.

Malleus looked at Mia and raised an eyebrow when she didn’t elaborate any further.

Mia glanced away once, “Well, I’d like to think I know you a shade bit better than the others. I know that it came from a good place in your heart, and you didn’t mean to hurt, insult or scare them. Just you and the other’s wires got crossed. However, if I didn’t know you as much as I do, I would probably be insulted as well. ”

Malleus heaved a sigh, “You as well? This is troubling indeed. This has made me even more aware of the differences between fae and human, but I do want to make some kind of effort. I’m just not sure where to go from here.”

“Well, for starters, you need to go to the next meeting.”

Malleus folded his arms, “I cannot if I’m not invited.”

Mia growled, “You got an invitation the moment you became dorm leader. Even if they are angry, no one will find you rude if you show up. You have just as much right as a dorm leader to be there as them. They don’t like it, their problem. That’s #1. And #2 when you get there the first thing you should do is apologize.”

Malleus whipped his head towards Mia, with wide eyes.

Before he could protest, Mia spoke up, “It’s really to just smooth things over. I know you feel you don’t have anything to apologize for, and you don’t understand, but that doesn’t matter. They felt insulted, therefore you are apologizing for insulting them even amidst your good intentions. And Malleus, don’t be condescending about it. That will only make them angrier.”

Malleus heaved another sigh, “It seems human etiquette is so intricate. I fear I am bound to mess this up, no matter what I say or attempt to do.”

“Don’t worry about it! We can practice if you like.”

Malleus smiled at her, “I’d be much obliged.”

“.....After I try to make sense of this faux paux you have committed….”

Although Mia was shaking her head at him, Malleus could still see the mirth in her eyes. Perhaps if this child of man didn't think he was that much of a lost cause, perhaps he could see this through.

“I will look forward to your teaching then.”

Two days later, Mia had invited Malleus into Ramshackle Dorm. Malleus was surprised to see a huge paper sitting on an easel. True, to her word, Mia tried her hardest to explain why everyone was angry. Although Malleus didn’t quite get it, he learned that understanding that he offended was much more valuable than the why.

In fact, Mia quickly shut down his constant question of why.

“Just as fae has things that are a fact for them, so too, do humans. You don’t have to understand why, you just need to learn and memorize a loose script and accept it as fact. The way you understand is to learn and accept the boundaries. And if you don’t know, ask someone. Between Lilia, Sebek and Silver surely you can get some kind of answer. If not, come ask me. And if I don’t know, ask one of the teachers or Headmage. I’m sure between all of that, we can find some kind of actionable answer.”

It seemed he had a long way to go, but perhaps if he could start by learning from this child of man, who seemed willing to take time out of her day to teach him.

Ah, he would have to properly show her his gratitude for this evening.

#twst #twst fanfiction #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfiction #malleus draconia #twst oc #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #diasomnia

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brynhildr13 · 12 days

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About the GazettE.

TL;DR I had recent experiences that reinforce my belief that Reita REALLY is still with me and with all of us. Even if they can be easily explained as coincidental. Please if you want, share something that has been helpful to heal. Take care. Gazerock is not dead. Gazerock never dies.

Full post under cut.

I consider myself spiritual, but not really religious. But let me take you through my last few days, if you so care. Its important to me and I want to share this in hopes that the others in this Fandom know that I share the pain and want to spread my own love and solace and peaceful mourning.

I took an hour drive to my twin sister's to have our birthday hangout on Wednesday. I had the GazettE on plus other vkei groups on shuffle, but I kept skipping most of the other groups trying to find the GazettE songs. A few came on and even with the heavy and rock and headbanging songs I was just sobbing. To the point where I told myself, "you have to keep your eyes open. You need to watch the road." But the TEARS were plenty and heavy. I also started to judge myself a little. Wondering why I was SO emotional.

Then I had one of those intuitive downloads where like, you know it didn't come from your own brain and then after you hear it your mind expands. I don't know who's voice it was. I couldn't repeat it if I tried. But it said, quote "but feeling is healing."

And I lost it all over. Because I knew it was right and I needed to sit with the feelings. So I let myself cry as much as I could.

And then, To Dazzling Darkness came on.

My favorite song. Well, one of them. The whole Beautiful Deformity album is iconic, but that song specifically is one of my favorites BECAUSE of Reita's bass part. (Plus my twin sister, with her music degree, thinks the song is well written and can back up why and that means a lot to me that my sister who isn't the most into heavy metal or knows the group near as well as I do likes THEIR songs BECAUSE they're good).

And after that I laughed a little and wiped my eyes and said, "ok. I get it. It has to mean you're here right now. Thank you."

Maybe it came from Reita. I'd like to think so.

Had tons of fun with my sister. Come home. Worked Thursday. That night i shed a tear or two as i watched a few music videos in bed. And i just said outloud and in my head. "As long as he's okay. I'd like a sign that he's okay, please." And i fell asleep. Fast forward to today.

Today's our birthday. I planned to grab my free trenta from Starbies cuz $0 is the only amount I'll pay there unless I'm desperate. When I got to the screen in the drive thru, i meant to order 2 cake pops for my treat. Cuz fuck it. Im desperate. I'm a sad bitch and I want cake. It's my birthday. But I have anxiety and panicked and ended up asking for them at the drive thru window instead.

And they gave me the pops and I waited to hand them my card and after a few seconds she came back up and said, "oh don't worry about them today. No charge." Once I was sure they didn't want my money I thanked them profusely.

And I drove away. And I smiled from inside. Cuz I'd like to think that that was my sign he's okay. Maybe he pulled some strings to make me smile and to say, with that grin on his face, "don't worry about me. I'm here. I'll be here. Have a cake pop you sad bitch."

I meant it when I said before his spirit is here.. there's truly a feeling of the hole in my heart filling a little. I feel like emotionally and spiritually he's here in my peripheral stronger than ever before. Especially because I had become more of a backseat fan that would slink out of the woodwork when they had new content. My "obsession" (hyperfixation) died down a lot after saw them in 2016 and 2019, and I shared my gift of art and they shared their gift of music. But that love and adoration never ever left regardless of how often I talked about it and showed it. Or didn't. Cuz NO ONE else in my every day immediate circle knows anything about them.

Cuz here's the thing, and this is just me, too. I don't have any better way or words to string together to say this other than this way. I KNOW that they don't "know me". Like , I'm not missing the physical presence like they are. I didn't sit with him every day talking about all the most common shared passionate things we're doing, etc. Etc. So I can argue for myself that because of that the burden is likely to not be as heavy as any of theirs. But music and the arts connects hearts and minds beyond the physical. And for me listening to the music keeps him close, and I almost think that I can Feel him when I hear it. I can imagine him putting a hand on my shoulder (with his endearingly weird thumbs, they always made me giggle.)

Idk I think Im getting a little off track. Long story short, he was physically here with me when he was at the shows. When he wasn't he was still there, off across the world, doing his thing. and while I knew that like in an unconscious way, i never really sat with that to be like "what are they doing right this moment" or that i could energetically feel them all at any time, you know? And I remember getting upset with myself cuz my first coherent thought after I metaphorically picked my stomach off the ground after it fell out of my butt was "well, it HAS to be ok cuz the world's still gonna turn." And that felt horrible to say. And that's not fair to me or to anyone who needs time to process this. I mean, YA, I GUESS, it WILL. But once again. This WILL still hurt for a while. And that's okay. That doesn't mean i have to "get over" it right away either. Cuz once again. The physical loss isn't felt (yet) or as heavy as the bandmen will feel. But I will feel. And my feelings are my truth. And i can argue the band itself will have worse grieving till the sun dies, and that still doesn't mean my feelings are literally less than for my own personal experience. And thats okay.

But getting back to the point of this, thinking and believing Reita's making his way to us, I now just have this new vibration around me that I know is spiritual in nature and it is energizing the room, especially when I play their music. He's here.

I keep thinking about The Haunting of Hill House and Nell's words in the last episode. And I don't want that to ever fade. I'm determined to keep him strong in my heart and my mind. Just like ruki said he and the guys would.

Anyways, I hope yall are feeling as okay as you can. I hope this may touch someone and bring more healing. Free to share things in the comments if you want, too.

#the gazette #reita #visual kei #he's still here and he always will be.#gazerock is not dead #gazerock never dies

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flying-thing · 3 months

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Kiss Me in the Rain

This is a SoapGhost fic for Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2. No one requested this, but my heart yearns for more angst, and as such, here we are. This is all based on the new Ghost skin in the war zone part of the game that I've never touched.

I'm not typing out Soap's accent.

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Playlist:

Work Song - Hozier

My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

So My Darling - Rachel Chinouriri

Atlantis - Seafret

Here With Me - D4vd

Romantic Homicide - D4vd

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

Advice - Alex G

The View Between Villages - Noah Kohan

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CW: major character death, broken promises, gore, unreliable narrator, angst, domestic fluff, zombies

Word Count: 3457 (Unfinished and not edited!!)

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It was no surprise when Price told Simon and John that it was close to the time in which they needed more supplies. They were the scouts, after all, and it was their job to go scavenging. They still had a few days before they needed to leave, and as per usual, the two were enjoying their time together until they needed to leave.

Simon walked out to the garden the team had started a few days ago, and he found John watering the plants. It was a lot easier for sprouts to come out when there weren't birds and squirrels to steal the seeds from the soil. It has become oddly peaceful since the outbreak, nobody to disturb your slumber, no wars to fight, and barely anything to worry about. Recently, the 141 have been looking for any type of farm animal so that they can fully sustain themselves without needing to leave every month or so for supplies. Everyone has taken to reading books, whether it be to pass the time or to learn how to do certain things. Price has figured out how to build buildings— after some much needed practice. Gaz has learned to make soap and cook delightful food (when there was actual food to cook), and Soap has put his demolition skills to good use in that he can make things that create electricity and even plumbing. Simon has become very interested in gardening, interestingly enough.

Everyone had a place, and the routine worked. The rest of the world was plagued, but here in their little home? It was perfect. Most of the soldiers left when the outbreak happened so they could protect their families. The rest died when the undead broke in. Simon wonders sometimes what it would be like to be dead. He fantasized about it a lot when he was younger, but now that there was little to live for, life was everything to him.

Before he got too lost in his thoughts, John walked over to him. "What's happening in that brain of yours, Simon?" He asks. Simon snaps out of whatever trance held him, and he shook his head. "I don't know how to explain it, but it's nothing exciting. What are you doing out here?" He counters, earning a grin from the scot's face.

"Just trying to find out why you enjoy this so much, and I think I've just about figured it out."

Simon looks at him amused. "And what is the reason?"

"I said 'just about,' not completely," he jokes, making Simon laugh. He did that more often now that he barely wore a mask anymore. John was fascinated with how expressive he was. Crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, the barely-there blush on his cheeks, the corners of his mouth lifting. Apparently, when he called Simon gorgeous in his mind, he said it outloud, and it made the taller man smile more.

"You flatter me too much, Johnny. Do you want to know the reason I enjoy it?"

"Would you tell me if I said yes?"

"Probably not."

John scoffed playfully and shook his head, his eyes closed with the gesture. "Has Gaz made dinner yet?"

"He's about to, I think. He's excited for everything to start growing so we don't need to live off unseasoned and almost expired canned food."

"I'm in the same boat with him. Cannot stand what we're surviving off. Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose." John said solemnly.

Simon quirked an eyebrow. "Did you learn that phrase from Price?"

The comment earned him a punch to the shoulder, and Simon just chuckled again. "I've been around you English folk longer than you think, bastard." His words held no venom, and Simon rolled his eyes. "Thanks for watering everything, even if you didn't find answers to your questions."

John looked up at him and nodded. "I'm glad you found something you enjoy. I don't need to understand it."

It was always a change of pace from when Simon was tearing himself apart to find out the answers to unspoken questions he had about himself to John wholeheartedly accepting him, no questions asked. He'd slowly started adopting the mindset of not needing to know everything for there to be understanding. Johnny really rubbed off on him, he supposed.

"Price wants us to leave tomorrow. We need more food and blankets. Winter might be harsh, and we still don't have a heater that works," Simon said, changing the subject.

The shorter man nodded before chuckling. "Can you imagine us bringing back mattresses? That'd be feat."

"We would probably need to bring the four of us for proper backup. There's a mattress store in the mall we go into sometimes," Simon said. John thought for a moment before nodding his head. "Project for another day."

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Simon got his and John's clothes while the latter got the shower ready. The routine was comforting for Simon after their 'normal' was all discombobulated. He had folded the clothes as neatly as he could before walking into the shared restroom that was slowly fogging up the broken mirror. He set the clothes on top of the closed toilet seat and made sure their towels were still where they were supposed to be.

"The water's just how you like it, Si," Johnny said, peaking his head out of the curtain. He had always looked at him like he was the most precious thing he'd ever seen, and it was sometimes overwhelming for Simon. He didn't deserve this. But he had it, and so he would enjoy it until the world decided it was time to tear them apart.

Simon only smiled as he undressed and put his clothes next to the pile Johnny had already made before getting inside the shower with him. John made room for Simon to feel the warmth of the water. His eyes closed for a moment as he basked in it. When his eyes opened, Johnny had some of the homemade shampoo in his hand and Simon leaned down so he could wash his hair.

Soft moments like this made him feel all warm inside, and he never could resist melting into his lover's hands when he'd held him. They took their time in washing each other, not wanting to waste a single moment together. The water was still hot when they finished and they dried off and got dressed. They spent the time in a comfortable silence, both having acknowledged that no words needed to be shared.

After they climbed into bed, Simon wrapped himself around John. He wanted to tell him about the feeling of dread he felt but got lost to the sound of John's heartbeat. John rubbed Simon's shoulder with his thumb as they laid there.

"I have a bad feeling about tomorrow," Simon said. John hummed. "Do you know why?"

Simon shook his head. "Just feels like something is going to go wrong."

"We haven't had an incident in a while. We cleared out most of the hoard that went through the city," John said, trying to clear the other's worries.

"Maybe that's the problem," Simon said. He'd never been scared to go out on a mission. The zombies were no more a threat to him than a soldier would have been. A little less if he thought about it.

"Promise me you'll be the one to kill me if I get bitten."

"What are you talking about? You're not going to get eaten. Stop talking like that," John said.

"Johnny, I need you to promise me. I don't know what I'd do if I was the one who hurt you in the end," Simon says, sitting up to look at him.

"I will protect you, Simon. I promise that if push comes to shove, I'll kill you. I'm not going to lose you to a damn biter though, you hear?" John said, pulling Simon in for a light kiss.

John sat up with him and cradled Simon's face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away tears that Simon hadn't even realized were falling.

"Don't cry, my love. It's okay."

"I don't understand why I'm so upset," Simon said. "But I just can't stand the thought of hurting you. You're so dear to me."

"Don't get too sappy on me," John chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "I love you, Simon."

"I love you too, Johnny."

John's eyes widened, and Simon didn't think he'd ever seen his face get so bright.

"Well, you can't die now. Not when you're finding your voice. I'm so proud of you, Simon."

"It's all because of you."

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Beep beep be- click.

John clicked off the alarm clock with a sigh. He sat up and rubbed his face before turning to look at Simon sleeping peacefully. His light brown hair is laid across the pillow, and his mouth is slightly agape. His hair had gotten longer as he had not cut it in a while. It looked so soft and John couldn't help but carefully run his fingers through the other's locks. The action woke him up and he opened his glossy eyes to see that it was only Johnny there.

"Good morning," he said, his voice gravelly with sleep. "Morning," the other responded. John removed his hand and allowed Simon to do a full body stretch and yawn before sitting up as well. He leaned on John's shoulder, his cheek smushing up against it.

"You're like a cat, Simon. It's sweet," John said endearingly.

"I blame you for making me soft, Johnny," Simon mumbled, making him chuckle.

"We should get up soon. Gaz ought to be making breakfast by now."

"Let me go to the bathroom first," Simon said, getting up and stretching again, yawning as he scratches his stomach.

John followed behind him and then to the cafeteria after, sure enough hearing Gaz making noise in the kitchen.

They walked up to the window in the wall and watched the man do his thing. "Good morning, Gaz," John says loudly so he hears him. He looked over and grinned. "Morning, boys. How'd you sleep?"

"I slept well enough. Simon's still waking up, if you couldn't tell," John answered. Gaz nodded.

"Breakfast is almost done, if you two want to sit down. I'll bring it out to you."

"Make enough for me too," Price said, his voice carrying through the room. Gaz rolled his eyes. "No, I think I'll let you make your own food," he said sarcastically. It made Simon laugh and he covered his mouth with one of his hands.

"Don't think you'd want me messing up your space. You'd probably kill me if I set the kitchen on fire."

"Damn right, I would."

They all laugh and after a couple minutes, Gaz walked out with two trays with two plates on each tray. He sat them down on the table they routinely sat at.

"I found a hen in the woods yesterday, so I went and grabbed it. I need you to make a pen for it," Gaz said to Price. The three of them grinned. "So we get eggs more often?" John asked, earning an excited nod.

"Yes!" John exclaimed, doing a little happy dance. Simon laughed and shook his head. "Eat your food. We should leave soon."

"Aye, you're right, but we still need a list of what we need to find. You're also not even dressed yet," John said amusedly. "Neither are you," Simon quipped.

John rolled his eyes and grinned, eating what was on his plate. The four of them conversated for a while even after they'd all finished their food. It was calm; exactly what Simon needed after stressing all last night.

When they finally got dressed, it was about noon. Simon slipped on his vest and grabbed his knives and backpack. He waited for John to finish putting his boots on before walking out to Price's office. John knocked, and Price called them in.

"I've got your list here. It's the normal stuff with a few additions," the older man said, looking between the two.

Simon nodded and took the list from Price's outstretched hand. He looked it over before handing it to John, who put it in his bag. "We'll be back in a couple days then," Simon said, putting on his mask.

"Be safe, boys. We'll be waiting for you."

"Of course, sir," John said, putting on a mask of his own. They walked out of the room and saw Gaz waiting for them at the door. He hugged both of them when they got close enough. "Don't get lost, got it? We'll come find you if you don't check in properly, so don't leave us hanging."

John grins and fist bumps the man, holding their fists together. "We'll come back. Don't miss us too much, yeah?" Gaz nodded and looked at Simon.

"I'll keep him kicking," he said with a grin. "Good man," Gaz responded, giving him a fist bump too. He opened the door and watched them head out and down the road.

"How long do you think we'll be out this time?" John asked, his head slightly elevated to look at the tops of the trees. Simon hummed in consideration. "Four days. Only because we have a lot to get and ground to cover."

"I'll say a week then. Factoring in anything potential issues," John said in consideration. Simon nodded, "Makes sense. I don't think we will though. It's been a while since we've seen so much as a group."

"Better safe than sorry, hm?" John said playfully. Simon chuckled and shook his head. "Learned that from Gaz? Picking up all sorts of things, I see."

"What do you expect? I'm around you guys all the time. Bound to happen," John said, amused.

"We'll be at the city soon. I can see it ahead," Simon said, changing the subject. Since they left so late, they wouldn't make it in daylight and would need to set up camp and get there the next day. Walking give miles takes longer than one would originally expect. They were pretty close by the time the moon was a quarter of the way up in the sky and decided to make their border so they could sleep.

Simon threaded three lines of barbed wire around the trees where their camp would be; one close to the ground, one about torso level, and one in front of his face. After that, he pushed leaves closer to the wire so it would be easier to hear if anything on through. John made a small upside down fire in the meantime, putting down their sleeping bags and using their bags as pillows.

"Did you remember the spoons, Johnny?" Simon asked as he watched him pull out a couple cans of food. John looked around as he thought about it before grimacing. "I'll take that as a no. Good thing I remembered for you," he said, pulling a couple out of his own bag.

"I can't go anywhere without you, Simon," John said playfully, knowing full well that he would forget his sleeping bag if Simon wasn't there to remind him or grab it for him. "I know," the other responded, handing him a spoon.

They ate in a comfortable silence and watched the fire. When they finished eating, Simon took the cans and put them in a spare bag he had brought, putting the spoons in with them to wash them when they got to the stream on their way back. They sat next to each other, their shoulders touching.

"We should sleep soon," Simon said as John leaned his head on his shoulder. "You won't sleep, so I won't either," John said in determination. Simon chuckled and shook his head. "Sleep, Johnny. I'll watch over you."

The man was already asleep, much to Simon's amusement. He never could stay up like Simon could. He fell asleep a little after, laying them both down to get comfortable. Simon layed on the sleeping bag while John was sprawled out on top of him, his head on his chest.

Simon woke up to rustling and at first thought it was John moving. He soon realized that he would have felt the man move and opened his eyes to see a walker fallen over the wire. It was quickly crawling towards them and Simon grabbed the knife from his side pocket and slipped out from under John. He met the zombie halfway and he stabbed into its ear. It was a clean kill, if he did say so himself. The sun was decently up and thought it would be good to get up and go before it was super bright. Sunglasses are hard to put on over the hard shell of a mask.

John woke up from the commotion and shot up when he saw the dead zombie slumped at Simon's feet, thinking it was still alive. "It's alright, Johnny. Took care of it," Simon said, easing John's worries. "We should go soon, so get ready to leave."

He nodded and stretched before getting up and taking deep breaths to calm his adrenaline. He always feared Simon would get bit protecting him. He rolled up the unused sleeping bags and put them away while Simon undid the wiring. They both took a whiz before continuing their trek to the city.

They took their knives out just in case something came at them. Every now and then, they would encounter a runner and they were the worst of them. John opened the makeshift fence they'd made to keep the area contained. Ammo had been exhausted at the beginning of the outbreak and they didn't have much left. As such, guns were rarely used.

They'd never found other survivors. It was hard to live in a world like this and not many had good survival instincts. It really was a wonder the military fell so soon when they were supposed to be trained for it. Oh well, Simon supposed. More resources for my group.

Closing the fence, they ventured further in. "What store should we hit first?" John asked, his eyes scanning the area in front of them. "Necessities first. Probably the chicken feed since the store is farther away. We can work our way to the front."

"Makes sense. It would keep us out here longer though. I don't remember where the store is exactly."

"Neither do I. But if we want eggs, we need to hope we find it quickly and that it's even there."

John nodded, and they kept walking. "We should stock up on toilet paper as well. Maybe grab a thing of water until we get the well pumping properly."

"Should get some for our vacation."

"While this isn't a vacation I would want, it's funny," Simon mused. John stifled a laugh.

They spent most of the day walking down the streets until it got dark enough that they would need to find a building. They found one without a bunch of broken windows and it looked secure enough. They went to the door and carefully opened it, hoping it didn't squeak too much.

The windows let in enough light that they could see well enough. Simon walked over to the wall and banged on it a few times. The door was still open in case a crowd came and they could easily leave. The downside was that the noise could have attracted some outside. It would do them no good to be cornered. When nothing came and no sound was made, John closed the door. They scouted the room and found nothing. The windows were stable and the door leading upstairs was barricaded. As long as they secured the door leading out and stayed out of sight, they would be just fine.

They were unable to make a fire, much to John's dismay, but they did have an electric lantern still. Price was able to fix a solar panel onto it and now they could test to see if it worked. Simon desperately hoped that it would work like this, although he would never admit it. He wanted to be able to see everything if anything happened. That would have been his explanation. The real reason, however, is that he wants to be able to watch John. He didn't know how much time they had left and he wanted to see as much of him as possible.

It's not creepy. It's endearing, Simon thought. How many times will I see him before our inevitable deaths?

He broke free from his slightly morbid thoughts after seeing John grin at him with his teeth showing. It meant that he was pleased. That's good. It was moments like this that made him feel the urge to commit whatever crime he needed to just to see him smile all the time. Not that there was any structure anymore, but his point still stood.

With confirmation that it works, they turned it off. No use in wasting electricity when there was still light outside.

"Hungry, Simon?" John asked as he rifled through his bag for food. Simon nodded when he looked at him. “These are so much better when they're hot, but here you go.”

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blushyeleven · 7 months

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Tickletober - Day 9

Lie

Characters: Lee!y/n, ler!jenna, ler!aliyah

warnings: tickles, swearing

a/n: I love this concept Omfg😭 (proud of myself)

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 (𝓸𝓷 𝓣𝓲𝓴𝓣𝓸𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮)

Being an ortega sister was never weird for you. I mean, you didn’t know any different ofcourse. But the questions on how life was with having a famous sister were constant. Obviously it put you in the light slightly and you didn’t mind. You admired jenna for her work and her shows but life was really no different. Apart from obviously the followers and the fact that the only reason people knew you was because you were jenna Ortegas little sister.

That brings you to today, where you had the amazing idea of going tiktok live while in your bedroom, featuring your famous sister. Jenna Ortega and your other sister. Aliyah ortega. You waved at the live “hey guys!” And jenna just smiled at your phone as you watched the people flood into your life and the viewer count pile up. Going live was an often thing for you. Usually the live was just filled with Jenna fans hoping for more jenna content to which you thought was hilarious. “As you can see I’m with Jenna and aliyah” you smiled and pointed behind you as both of your sisters were sat on your bed, watching the live. “Uhh.. I don’t really have a plan today.. so just ask questions I guess” you giggled and watched the chat overflow with comments. You tried to read as many as you could but obviously not being able to see them all with the speed that they were flying in.

“Omg jennas here” you read out which earned a giggle from the three of you. “Yes, jenna is here” you chuckled. “This is what my live is normally like, your fans just asking me questions about you” you turned to look at jenna who was just shaking her head and smiling. You looked at the chat, trying to read out some comments. “What’s your favourite colour?… uhhh probably pink” you smiled. Jenna just watched you, seeing how much you’ve grown up and how you flourished. She really was proud of you. Even if she couldn’t see you that much she always tried her best to stay in contact. To which you obviously appreciated and knew she was extremely busy. “Watch, later, all I’ll be seeing all over my fyp will be edits of you on this live” you looked at jenna who chucked again, covering her mouth with her hand. “Yeah! That’s literally all I see!” Aliyah agreed. You then looked back at the live “oh god, she sees the edits” you read our earning a loud, audible laugh from you. “Yes, I do” you nodded and giggled

“What’s your favourite book?” You read “uhm.. I don’t actually read, I don’t know why! I just don’t really like it” you stated. “Your and aliyahs favourite project of jennas?” You giggled, covering your face your hand as you shook your head. “Definitely Wednesday, sorry but she literally ate that” you stated “yeah, definitely Wednesday” aliyah said nodding “her and enids “friendship” you said in air quotations making jenna laugh again. “Is just my favourite thing ever” you finished your sentence, giggling. “Sorry but their so cannon” you announced as the comments went crazy and you looked at jenna who was just shaking her head, smiling at you. “My petition for Wenclair in season 2, honestly I’m their biggest fan” you stated as the comments were screaming. “I mean who knows” jenna said shrugging “that’s definitely going to be in an edit later” aliyah said, chuckling. “No literally!” You agreed snickering.

“What do you do for fun?” You read outloud “definitely scrolling through TikTok, what can I say.. I’m basic” you smiled “oh my god we should play music!” You said excited and jumping up from your seat to turn on your speaker. Jenna just rolled her eyes and you pulled out your phone to play your playlist. Ofcourse the first song that came up was ‘obsessed’ by Mariah Carey. To which you let out an excited “yesss!” And started dancing your way back to the live, over excitedly singing the lyrics “this is so chaotic” aliyah said, smiling. “Are your lives always like this?” Jenna asked. The wide smile never leaving her face. “Yup!” You said Continuing to sing the lyrics “last man on the earth still couldn’t impress! Your delusional! Your delusional! Boy your loosing your mindddd!!” You sung with over exaggerated hang gestures, earning giggles from both the sisters

“Favourite song?.. oh definitely either this song or rude boy by rihanna!” You kept bopping along to the lyrics, singing to yourself. “Why you so OBBSESSED with me?” You practically screamed and Jenna and aliyah were pissing themselves in the Backroung, ruining your x-factor worthy singing with your own giggling in between. “Y/n is so Rihanna coded” you read and screamed “YES, love Rihanna” you said as the song changed. Your eyes wondered the comment section, trying to find any questions to answer. “Biggest fear?… oh my god definitely being buried alive. Fuck that” you cringed at the thought to which jenna said “yesss! Agreed! That shits scary” you nodded in agreement “what about you aliyah?” You asked her, smiling. “Uhhh.. definitely deep water” “oh yeah!! I get that” you agreed

And for around 15 minutes the three of you sat there answering random questions until you read so casually “are you ticklish?” After you realised what you just read out loud your eyes widened and you burst out laughing. To the point where you put your head on your desk, your shoulders shaking from how much you were laughing. The embarasment clear on your face. Jenna and aliyah joined you on your laughing fit, jenna covering her face with her hand. “Oh my fucking god” you said trying to catch your breath, still giggling at the question. Although their was a pericing blush spread across your face. It was debatable whether it was from how hard you were laughing or from the fact you were flustered. You didn’t even know what to say. You came to the conclusion that lying was better then admitting the truth in-front of thousand of strangers online “no.. no I’m not” you said, letting out the few remaining giggles still lingering in your voice.

Aliyah then quirked a brow and looked at jenna with a “🤨” look and Jenna saw, who giggled and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. You saw their looks and tried to ignore it. “Don’t lie y/n” jenna teased giggling and causing your cheeks to fade into a burning hot red. “Yeah, we literally get her rolling on the floor laughing because she’s so ticklish” aliyah agreed, snickering at how embarrassed you were becoming. “Their lying” you tried your best to gather any dignity you had left and you desperately hoped they would shut up. “But we’re not, she’s very ticklish guys” aliyah smirked, looking at the live and the comments that were screaming. Even the comments were teasing you telling you it was adorable and how embarrassed you were. “Shut up..” was the best you could say as you giggled nervously. “She’s embarrassed because she knows it’s true” jenna added, snickering at you. “Like just have to make a tickling motion at y/n and she’ll practically die on the spot” jenna announced, both of them just added more and more comments to make you more flustered. “uh huh!” Aliyah nodded at jenna. “Lies, none of that is true” your voice wobbled, you kept trying to deny it; blushing even more by the second until your face was practically burning with embarrassment.

Jenna was smirking, her face was full with sheer smugness. You tried to look at the live to distract yourself and hopefully find something to change the subject but as you looked at the live all you could see was comments about the predicament you were in.. and even worse.. in the background of your phone you could see Jenna wiggling her fingers at you. To which you let out a small squeak and put your head on the table. Causing a mischievous giggle from Jenna who just kept doing it and aliyah then caught onto jennas plan and started laughing so hard she almost cracked a rib.

You heard them both snickering behind you, making you more visibly flustered. Your stomach swarming with butterflies. Honestly in this moment, you just wished for the ground to swallow you whole. Anything was better then going through this absolute torment from your two older sisters. You then lifted your head up from your desk, your cheeks a glowing red and you saw that they both stopped their finger actions at you. You let out a small sigh of relief and looked at the comments yet again. To find something to change the subject with. You decided to act as if nothing happened, even though you knew that you would never escape from that moment.

“What’s your favOURITEAHH-“ your sentence was cut of by the sound of your own deafening shriek. Because as you were distracted from trying to find a question to answer jenna had snuck up behind you and used her black painted fingernails to scribble at your side for a few seconds. Causing you to jump in your seat and use your elbows to try and push at her hands. “See! Ticklish!” Jenna teased, looking at the live and smirking. “n-no, she just scared me” the lies just kept falling out of your mouth, using any excuse to try and defend yourself. “Don’t make us tickle you on live” aliyah sniggered, obviously knowing that it was her intention all along. “d-dont!” You nervously giggled. “Are you going to admit your ticklish?” Jenna asked, the corner of her lips tugging on her face. You sat there in silence for a couple of seconds, not evening knowing how to respond our how to escape your painfully obvious fate.

“No? Okay” jenna giggled evilly before wiggling her fingers into your side as you squealed and squirmed helplessly in your seat. Aliyah excitedly jumping up from your bed to join jenna In her tickle attack. “nohohot on lihive!” You let a few giggles escape, even though you bit your lip and tried to stifle any possible noises. Your plan clearly wasn’t working as jenna still targeting your sides as aliyah came up behind you, skittering her fingers over the back of your ribs. “Yes, on live.. it’s what the viewers want” Aliyah teased and she wasn’t even wrong. Your feed was full with comments along the lines of “this is so adorable” “get her!” and “she is ticklish!!”

“wahahait- nohohohoho!” You didnt even have time to object before jennas hands found themselves to a new spot. “What’s wrong y/n? Your not ticklish remember?” Your blush was still prominent on your face as you couldn’t even do anything to escape. Your viewer count was still rocketing and the comments still flooding in. Jenna was just methodically scratching her fingertips across your ribs. I mean, she was an expert at tickling you. She was your older sister. You grew up being the regular victim of her tickle attacks as she learned your worst spots and what spots earned the hardest laughs from you which she always used to her advantage. And even now that you all were older you still found yourself in the position of being wrecked by them.

Your bubbly giggle fit was filled with “nohohoho!” And “stohohoohppp!” But that wasn’t persuading your two older sisters to stop. Infact it fuelled their energy to carry on, watching you wriggle around and blush at every snarky comment and most importantly your thunderous and squealy laughter at the lightest touches. “See y/n your practically screaming!” Aliyah commented observing your feeble and countless attempts to escape their menacing hands. Aliyah moved her hand to claw at your stomach over your black hoodie as you were thrashing all over your chair.

“AHAHAHA FUHUCKKK!!” You continuously cussed and shrieked but nothing was helping. Nothing was reducing the overwhelming ticklish feeling shooting through your body. Nothing was reducing how hard you were laughing. “I can’t believe you were trying to deny that your ticklish” Jenna giggled “THIHIS IHIS SOHOH STUHUPID!” It’s Not like the two girls didn’t know that themselves, this was just harmless fun. Plus you had it coming. “Maybe but it was to good of an opportunity to pass up” jenna nodded in agreement with aliyah. You opened your mouth to complain but was met with another fresh batch of laughter as jenna sneakily slipped her hand under your hoodie to swiftly scribble at your side “BAHAHAHHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHHAHAH PLEHEHEHHEASEEE!!!” You started kicking your legs from under the table and twisted around on the spot. “Oh my god I can’t” jenna was practically tearing up from her own laughter at how ticklish your were. It was actually adorable. In all honesty; you gave up on trying to minimise your laughter, you just let it pour out.

“And we haven’t even gone for your worst spot yet!” Aliyah added as your eyes widened. You didn’t even know how much more of this you could take and they hadn’t even targeted your death spot yet. “YOHOUR GOHONNA KIHILL MEHEHEH!!” You screamed, your laughter echoing through the house and possible could be heard from another continent. You were lucky nobody else was home. “Don’t be so dramatic y/n, it’s only a little tickling” jenna teased, knowing that she was being completely brutal. “AHAHHA LIHIHITTLE?!” You shrieked but to your avail, they were showing no mercy. They honestly had no sympathy for you as they never once stopped their attack. “THIHIS IHIS MEHEHEHANN!” You whined, just longing for them to stop. Normally I would write something like ‘and save you from any further embarrasment’ but that’s no use, they completely ignored how flustered.

“Oh? This isn’t mean.. but this is!” Jenna mused before darting her fingers into your worst spot. Your armpits. You shrieked so loudly that the walls shaked. “AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOH NONO!! FUHUCKK!! BAHAHAHAHHAH” this was honestly hell on earth. “Look how red she is!” Aliyah mused, on the contrast to jenna who has her hand clasped around her mouth, her laughter silent and her eyes watering slightly. Obviously finding it hilarious how deathly ticklish you were. The only thing you managed to do was clench your arms to your side. Although this wasn’t a problem for the two girls as they just squirmed their fingers into your armpits still. It’s not like you weren’t use to this kind of playful attack, you grew up with it. But you dreaded it every-time. You faced a weird mixture of longing for the feeling and also wanting it to stop.

You were still as ticklish as you were from when you were little, the two sister thought you would have grown out of it. But here you were, still screaming like a toddler. It wasn’t untill you screamed out “BAHAHAHHAHA.. OKAAHHAHAY.. FUHUCKK… STOHOHOHOPPP!!” To wich they finally let up. Retracting their hands. Jenna, who was wiping her eyes with her sleeve was still giggling at to at you practically gasping for air. You figured if that went on for any longer you would have passed out from lack of oxygen. Aliyah was just chuckling at how hilarious jenna was finding this situation as you put your head on your desk, clearly trying to recover from the ruthless assault.

You simply just put your middle finger up at your two sisters, earning more giggles from the two. Once you gained back enough air you lifted you head up from the desk. “Literally fuck you to” was all you could say as you looked at the live. Your viewer count was at a whole new high and people were obviously still talking about what just happened. It’s not even like you could find a question to answer as all anybody was interested about was about you being tickled. You sighed, knowing at least one person screen revised it and it would end up on TikTok in about half an hour.

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mod-kyoko · 9 months

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"Shatter Me" kirumi tojo angst fic

info: gn!reader, established relationship, tw: pstd, scars, mentions of execution, around 3,200 words

type: angst with hurt/comfort, oneshot, post-game AU

a/n: this is a completely indulgent kirumi angst I had cooking up, basically this is set after post-game where everything was a simulation and the damage done to the 'characters' is done to them irl title is a reference to this song which I personally think suits Kirumi well but who knows lmfao

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it was all like a horrible nightmare, a nightmare you weren’t even sure you could ever wake from. all the death, the pain and the misery would never be something you could shake from. every single trial, each passing moment your life was on the line… yet each time someone dies, you just wished you took their place. you survived, at what cost? only to be told that your talent and memories were nothing more than a fabrication to appease an audience? you never really found out if those interview videos were real or not… you saw yourself, clear as day; “if I were in Danganronpa…I would love to be an Ultimate !3$5&*+...I would kill in a way no one has ever seen!”

did you really say that? was that even you, looking up at the camera with wide, child-like eyes declaring you’d… kill? In some ways, you wished you were the first to go out… so you didn’t have to witness the death of your own lover.

kirumi tojo… the “Ultimate Maid” or so they wanted them to all believe. you instantly connected with her; her calm, composed and almost motherly demeanour sucked you in like a moth to a flame. even from the beginning it seemed like she felt it too, she treated you differently than the others. she kept her ‘devoted’ maid self but she checked on you more often, she always asked if you needed anything unprompted, and poured you more tea when you were finished with a cup. you spent many moments alone with her, she enjoyed your company and laughed at your stupid jokes. the first time you kissed her; it was in the spur of the moment, you weren’t thinking. she was just so beautiful, up close to you and asking you in a soft whisper if you wanted sugar with your tea. yet when your lips connected to hers, she was shocked of course but she didn’t pull herself away from you.

what things you would do just to go back to those days, where the worries of murder and despair weren’t constantly plaguing your mind. nights upon nights you sat in your room, staring up at the ceiling asking yourself why kirumi went to the extremes that she did. It was sickeningly twisted what the motive that was created for her was, the prime minister of japan… it sounded silly now you thought of it outloud, if you knew about the truth behind it all you would definitely have thought that it was some poorly written story by a teenage girl. However, you couldn’t even fathom that thought as you were screaming and crying at kirumi that she was a traitor and betrayed your trust. you regretted those words deeply… as those were the last words you ever said to her before she was executed. you barely watched it and the little moments you did watch were enough to make you heave up. the last memory you thought of kirumi was her lifeless body on the floor, splattered and unrecognisable.

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you looked up. your eyes just met with pure sterile white walls. after the events of the killing game, the simulation… waking up with wires around your body, you never loved the colour white so much. you were currently sat in the recovery centre, where the various victims and… culprits were recovering from their in-game injuries. it made your skin crawl to think that the simulated deaths acted as if they existed in real life too; it broke your heart to think how everyone else was handling it. However, your mind was entirely focused on one person and one person alone.

how long have you been standing here? staring at the door that led to kirumi’s recovery room? an hour? more than that? it’s not the idea that you didn’t want to see her, you were jumping off the walls in happiness to find out that your partner was alive but not unscathed. you were afraid - afraid of what was on the other side of that door, what condition kirumi would be in. would she be happy to see you?

you swallowed a thick lump in your throat, a shaky hand grasping the doorknob and you already felt the bead of sweat going down your forehead. you knew that you couldn’t just back away from this. bad outcome or not, you were going to see her, you just wanted to see her again.

with a gentle click the door opened and you peered in. there she was, dressed in a patient gown and sat in a wheelchair by the window, her eyes vacant yet staring at the courtyard of the facility. your heart skipped a beat as you held your breath, seeing her alive like this… you had to hold yourself to make sure that you weren’t dreaming and the nightmare would come back all over again.

“kirumi…” you called for her and your voice reverberated off the walls despite the fact you spoke in a whisper. her eyes widened, turning herself as fast as her condition would allow her to. you just wanted to run over to her, hug her tight and swing her around in utter joy. however, stepping closer you really started to see how serious her condition may be. minus the fact she was in a wheelchair it looked like her entire body was wrapped in bandages, at least, based on what you could see outside of the gown. her warm green eyes stared at you like if you were a ghost, hell… to her, you probably were as much as a ghost she is to you she didn’t say anything which worried you, you slowly sat down on a chair that was near the window as well. you looked out the window awkwardly, trying to think on what to even say. you looked back at her to find she was still looking at you.

“uhm… how are you feeling?” that was the only words you could even think of to say, there were a thousand questions running through your mind but you wouldn’t want to overwhelm her. she took a deep breath, it sounded uneven like if she had trouble getting air. finally, she spoke. “I feel pain all over. my head… it hurts.” hearing her voice was a relief even though it had a shake to it. “yeah… I can imagine it does hurt…” your mind flashes to her execution; from the small parts you saw through the cracks in your fingers, she fell head first. the thought made you cringed. “you… understand what’s going on, right?” you asked her. you were told that the others had been given information when they woke up… which was two days ago if you weren’t mistaken.

she gently nods her head in a twitchy sort of motion. come to think of it, her head seemed to wobble slightly even when sitting still. jesus. “all of… that… was fake? a simulation..? our… memories were toyed with…” you saw her bandage-wrapped hands clench which caused you to grit your teeth. you hated this so much.

“y…yeah… we were… fictional characters created for some.. dumb show or… whatever…” you didn’t tell her that there was the possibility that you all signed up for it. you weren’t sure what was true or not. “we are real now, of course… I’m… here.” you reached a hand to gently place it over hers, she flinched and you looked at her with apologetic eyes. “my purpose… was… just an illusion then…” she muttered with her brows wrinkling. “I… I thought I did what was right… for… my people. those people didn’t even exist…”

you grimaced. she meant her ‘fake’ past, right? the people of Japan was what made her murder another, her selfless devotion. “am I a monster?” those very words made your eyes widened and you shook your head vigorously. “no… no, of course not... if I was in your shoes I would’ve done the same thing.” you said rather seriously and she looked at you, searching for a lie of some kind. she sighed softly. “you do not seem the type to do such a thing at all… you don’t have to try and make me feel better about myself. I see the person I am now.” “but you’re not a monster, kirumi… and I’m not just saying it to make you feel better. you’re not the only one to have motives to kill… the ones after were… much worse than yours…”

you saw the way her eyes darted around in shock, realising that the killings had continued after her death. she looked away and covered her mouth with her hand. she looked like she was going to be sick. “however, I had… betrayed you..”

hearing your own words echo from her lips made a deep guilt sink into your stomach. to think that was the last thing you ever said to her before she met her demise… because you were so damn angry, angry at her and… angry at yourself, angry at the sick twisted minds that constructed the killing game.

“I’m sorry.” was all you could say. kirumi looked at you completely shocked. why were you apologising…? she was the one that had killed, betrayed you and threw away everything you created together. despite her feelings, she relaxed into her wheelchair and breathed out, like if she had been holding her breath for some time. “I… I am sorry too…”

god you wanted to cry right then and there as she said that. she was not innocent at all but something within you just wanted to hold her in your arms and never let go, you never want to lose her ever again. “are you… considering to go through the treatment…?” you asked, hoping to change the topic a bit even if it was still morbid. she nods her head gently. “yes… they said I should partake in small exercises like catching a ball… and… relearning how to walk.”

you bit your bottom lip at that news. it could be much worse… at least it sounded like she had a chance to get a normal life at some point. “but… until then I will need assistance in basic needs…” she said with disappointment in her voice. it made you ache… simulation or not you know she feels useless right now. “I’ll be there to help you.” you were quite blunt in your words - but you meant it. you would be there for kirumi every step of the way, everything she needed you will provide. she looked at you shocked as she thought you hated her for the acts she did… she nods her head, however. “...thank you, dear.”

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it had been a full month ever since you reunited with kirumi again, you supported her and helped her through the process of readjusting to this life, like you were. you were there for her exercises and treatment, watching her try to walk again was a heartbreaking but determination increasing experience. she wouldn’t be able to take full steps without assistance for awhile, however for right now she could at least stand from her chair and move to another quickly. it was only just at the start of this month that kirumi was out of the recovery centre and now sharing a ground-floor apartment with you. it certainly made things feel more ‘normal’ and no doubt a lot more comfortable for kirumi as she didn’t need to stare at blinding white walls anymore. you admittedly did everything for your girlfriend as it just became second nature to you at this point; you could see how desperately she wanted to clean or even wipe down a surface to feel like she was doing something. she knows that she was never supposed to be the ‘Ultimate Maid’ yet the yearning to do something, anything was still there.

as for right now, you were cleaning the bathroom and kirumi sat at the dining table with a book. reading was now one of her popular pastimes, she greatly appreciated that you bought her so many books to read… books that she enjoyed quite a lot. hearing you scrub the tiles in the bathroom made for some interesting background noise, although she found your presence anywhere in the apartment to be relaxing. she would’ve indulged it some more if she didn’t just gain the most head-splitting headache possible that nearly made her drop her book as she gripped her head. no matter what, it didn’t seem like these headaches were ever going to go away. she sighed softly, putting her book on the table as she wheels over to the kitchen counter and opens the medicine cabinet which she could reach for obvious reasons. she grabbed her painkillers and quickly downed them with a swig of water. she closed the cabinet and was about to go back to her book until her eyes spied the set of kitchen knives.

her jaw clenched, looking down at the floor. she just wanted to be like… like herself again, like in the killing game. she was useful in it. everyone needed her, wanted her. she could service everyone and be the perfect girl she wanted to be. she leaned up slightly and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife, wheeling to the fridge and grabbing out a tomato. she just wanted to prove herself… that she could do something. she went back to the dining table, swallowing a lump in her throat as she stared at the red fruit, knife in hand as she positioned it just like how she remembers.

slowly, she attempted to cut slices of tomato as if she was preparing a salad of some kind. the cuts were irregular in size and certainly not perfect at all. kirumi clenched her jaw, trying to focus harder, she had to.try harder. no matter how hard she gripped the knife her hand would shake, becoming increasingly the more frustrating that she couldn’t cut a fucking perfect slice-

she flinched as the knife’s blade grazed her finger, nicking it and making it bleed. she dropped the knife quickly, looking down at her finger as the blood oozed out. she sucked in a loud gasp which you heard clearly. “kirumi? you okay?-” you walked into the dining room and your jaw went slack. “kirumi!” you rushed to her side, looking down at the little injury on her hand then at face. she looked absolutely shellshocked. “what were you doing…?” you asked, eyes darting around at the scene. “I… I just wanted to… show I’m useful…” her voice was no more than a whisper as she brought her finger to her mouth to suck on the cut with her brows furrowed. you frowned, putting your hand on her back and rubbing it slowly. “you don’t have to prove anything, rumi… you’re still recovering and adjusting… please don’t force yourself to do things like this, it needs to be taken slowly…” you massaged the back of her neck with your thumb, feeling her relaxed in your touch she wobbled her head in a nod. It seems she understood you. you hated treating her like she was a vulnerable child… but at this stage that was what she was at the moment.

“I’ve finished cleaning the bathroom… would you like a shower?” you gently asked her. she didn’t like taking showers or even baths, something about the water made her want to shake all over. she especially disliked getting water on her hands although she couldn’t really tell you why just yet.

she stiffens for a moment, thinking about it for far longer than she needed to. however, she nodded her head and moved herself into the bathroom as you watched with a worried face. you were seriously getting concerned for her… it was like every day was complete pain for her, although that wasn’t far from the truth at all… what you would do just to feel her pain instead.

following kirumi into the bathroom, you closed the door and flashed a friendly smile at your girlfriend. “arms up, please!” she lifted her arms at your request, they were twitching a little but it was fine. you carefully but briskly took off her top, following up with her skirt and then undergarments. “can you get into the seat yourself?” you asked her, gesturing to the little bench inside the shower. she pondered for a few moments but ultimately nodded her head and began to lift herself out of her chair. you looked at her in awe, seeing her gain her strength each day always warmed your heart. you clapped your hands and smiled. “amazing! you’re doing so well, dear... I think you’ll be able to take steps soon!” you giggled softly to keep the air light, rolling up your sleeves as you grab the showerhead and turning it on. “Hmm… you think so? thank you, dear…” kirumi smiled softly. even when she felt useless, or feeling low, you always knew how to make her feel supported. she promised to herself that she would be able to walk properly one day for you, so you could walk along the beach together or even be able to walk into your arms like you used to. you hummed gently as you brought the shower head directly over her, the warm water falling over her severely scarred body. her entire body flinched and she felt like she was getting attacked at the moment. when your fingers combed through her sandy-sage locks to run the water through properly she started to relax into your touch. she was so glad that you were here for her, that you were looking after her and giving everything she needed, even if it embarrassed her or made her feel… incomplete. despite everything she’s done, the pain and misery she felt in her heart knowing that what she worked for wasn’t real - she could forget all of that when you were here for her.

you put the shower to the side and squirted kirumi’s favourite shampoo onto your hands. it was lavender scented and it often helped her fall asleep with the smell of her own hair. you massaged it into her scalp and you could see the moment her entire body relaxed and that she was completely at your mercy. it made you smile so much to see her content and not worrying about everything… you pushed her bang out of the way of her eye and slicked her hair back. her eyes opened to look at yours and the slightest tint of red went over her face. you giggled softly at this, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her forehead. “beautiful…” you whispered to her which caused her to blush more. she? beautiful? how can you say that to her face, when you were right there being perfect? “I love you.” she said it so suddenly that it caught herself off guard however she didn’t back down and stared confidently at you. you smiled, heart melting at such a cute confession. tilting your head to the side, you uttered back. “I love you too…”

perhaps, things will be better.

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-Mod Kirumi

#mod kirumi #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #oneshot #danganronpa angst #kirumi tojo #danganronpa kirumi #kirumi x reader #watch this get like 5 notes

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Ahem, hello there beauty! I hope ur having an AAAA+ day.

Can I request scenarios / hcs/ fic or whatever you want for Bakusquad bois( if they are too much for you then Kiri and Hanta are enough!) with an affectionate female s/o who uses random and strange nicknames like ( bibu, ki ku ki and nunu ) Ik Ik you’d think they don’t make sense or v ugly but they just come out spontaneously and I can’t help it lmao

Hello!!! Of course I will take this adorable request! I am such a big fan and took my own little spin on it, so I really hope you enjoy! And I did include all of them because how could I not? Thank you so much for requesting, lovely human being!! <3

Cutesy Nicknames - Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, Hanta Sero, and Denki Kaminari

Pairing - Eijiro Kirishima x f!reader, Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader, Hanta Sero x f!reader, and Denki Kaminari x f!reader

Warnings - none!

Notes - thank you again for the request, sweet anon! i hope you are having a wonderful day as well!!

I just want to thank everyone as well who follows my account or just reads any of my fics, it means a lot! have a great day everyone! i really hope you enjoy!

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Eijiro Kirishima

"Oh my gosh, they have a new documentary about Crimson Riot!" She grabbed Kirishima's arm, pulling him over to her laptop. "They do?" "Yeah! We should totally watch it tonight, Kiki!" Kirishima turned to her with a confused expression on his face. "Kiki?" She blushed. "S-Sorry! Did I say that outloud? Oh god." "I... I actually really like it!" "Y-You do?" Both of them were blushing at this point, a bright tomato red. "Yeah! Sounds manly, dontcha think, babe?" "Yeah!" She giggled. Of course it wasn't manly, but it gave her an excuse to call him stupid nicknames more often. "So... are we still gonna watch that documentary?" Kirishima twiddled his thumbs, his face still as red as his hair. "Of course we are, Kiki." She placed a small kiss on his cheek. Little did he know, she had many more nicknames up her sleeve.

Katsuki Bakugou

"Bakubaby, you did it!!!!" She ran up to Bakugou, throwing herself in his arms. Little did she know, Bakugou was standing in complete shock, completely baffled by what she just called him. "I'm so proud of you, Katsuki!! Even if All Might punched the guts right out of you." She giggled and pulled away from Bakugou, placing a kiss on a small bruise on his cheek. It felt unfair to have teachers against students, but at least him and Deku won. That's all she could think. "What the hell did you just call me?" She thought back, tilting her head. "Huh? I just called you Katsuki, do you not-" "No, before that." Her face went bright red. She had so much adrenaline that she called him a stupid nickname. "I..." Katsuki blushed, turning his face away from her. "J-Just don't call me it again, okay, stupid?" He ruffled her hair and walked off, grabbing her hand for her to follow him. What she didn't see though was the slight smile on his face.

Hanta Sero

She put another bandaid on Sero's arm. He was always getting injured and she was the only one in class 1-A who ever had the supplies to do anything about it. She never minded though, especially since Sero was her boyfriend. "Does that feel a little better, boo-boo?" She cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb onto his cheek, which would've been romantic if he didn't burst out laughing. She crossed her arms, looking at Sero, who ended up on the floor, nearly in tears. "What's so funny?" "Did you just call me... boo-boo?!" He cracked himself up again and she turned away. "Yes! Do you have a problem with it?" To be honest, she didn't mean to say it, but she couldn't help herself. "No, no," Sero sat up, wiping a tear. "I actually like it. I just wasn't expecting it. Call me stupid stuff like that more often, okay? And uh... thanks for healing me up." He gave her a kiss on the forehead and walked out of the room, leaving her a blushing, smiling mess.

Denki Kaminari

"I don't know... that sounds a little boring." She tilted her head at her computer screen, still thinking of a date idea for her and Kaminari. "Boring?!" Kaminari threw his hands in the air, slumping down on a beanbag. "How does going rollerskating in a park sound boring?!" "I don't know. I would rather do something crazy like skydiving or roller coaster riding. I dunno." "I mean... there's a summer festival coming up if you wanna do that!" "Oh, that sounds like fun! I guess you can be good at planning, huh, Calamari!" She ran up to him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, then getting up to write down their date on her calendar. He giggled, his face going red. "Wait... Calamari? Like the squid?" She turned around getting flustered all of a sudden. "O-Oh... uh... yeah, I... uh-" "No, I like it." Denki walked up to her and hugged her by her waist. "You're cute when you get flustered, you know that?"

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owlish-owlhouse · 2 years

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could you do a collector x reader where the reader is a student at hexside and the collector keeps interrupting them while studying so that they can play with them, then eventually the reader gives in and play with him??

Gonna go with Collector pre Kings Tide

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You have one of the circle disks that allows communication with the Collector from the Inbetween Realm. What was originally a cool mirror you found at the day market covered with a pretty cloth at an old antique stand became something much more. A small decor project you bought wanting to fix up and use in your room somehow became how you accidentally summoned the Collector.

Honestly the Collector was ecstatic to have a new friend! He thought you were a lot more fun than Philip and a lot nicer. You kept the mirror clean so his shadow could easily explore, talked to him often, and left him with open books or toys in your room so he could play while you were gone. All you asked was he not say anything to your parents and after a pinkie swear he promised they wouldn't notice his presence.

You were in your room studying for school, trying to get a new spell to work but just not grasping it when he became bored. Collector was floating on your wall watching and honestly not helping with your performance anxiety. You'd asked him politely to leave you alone for a bit but Collector was insistent on staying.

Eventually after the fourth time you'd tried the spell with no success and clearly getting frustrated by the lack of it, he used his powers to close your book. Looking up at him he smiled finally had your full attention.

"Come on let's playyyyyyy. You've been trying all day." He begs and you giggle as he makes objects dance across your desk to cheer you up. Putting everything back in its place you decided a break could be good and pushing your studies aside you get up so you can flop onto your bed.

"Nuuuuuuuuuu you can't sleep yet! It's still earlyyyyyyyy. Play with me, play with me please!!!"

Smiling against your pillow you could feel Collector tugging at the edge of your blankets trying to get you up since he couldn't touch you. Chuckling you turn onto your back to look up at him. He was taking up like half your ceiling as he watched you with a pout. Sending him a sly smile he freezes waiting.

"One. Two. Three." You start outloud before covering your eyes.

"No fair! No fair! No fair!" He calls and before your hands completely cover your face you see him scurry to find a place to hide. You smile softly continuing to count as he hides somewhere.

As you look for him you can hear him giggling. The sound bounces all around your room and becomes contagious as you search for him. You check under your bed, under your desk, behind your bookshelf. Finally you find him hidden in your curtain shadows.

"Found you!" Using your shadow to make a tickling motion Collector begins laughing as your shadow self tickles him. You're not sure if that actually worked but it seemed to make him happy regardless. He honestly just wanted to be included and as someone who was often alone at school you could understand the feeling.

You play a few more rounds of hide n seek before moving on to his next game. Collector was never one to stick with the same game for long. After playing a few rounds of hide n seek, twenty questions, tag, and whatever else he wanted you noticed it was getting late. You turn towards your homework but he begs you for a few more.

Feeling tired but not wanting to disappoint your friend, you do a couple card games before you need to sleep. Collector looks at your homework guilty but you promise him you'll get it done during lunch.

He frowns not wanting you to sleep but he seems to understand that you need it despite the fact he doesn't. He wishes you goodnight and promises you'll have even more fun tomorrow before disappearing into his glass.

You go to sleep, your home work a forgotten problem for tomorrow. But when you wake to a mischievous giggle your surprised to see Collector had done your homework for you. Noticing The neatly scribbled out answers in crayon you chuckled at his attempt to help before pausing. The answers looked correct. Thanking him as you leave promising to be back soon you just hear the sound of his soft laughter as he wishes you well.

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lunarmoonanons · 1 year

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Great Love

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Saera and YN sapphic moment.

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“Love me or hate me both are in my favor. If you love me I shall reside within your heart and dance with your soul. If you hate me I shall live on your mind and remain close to your memory. For love of you, I will stay wherever. The course of true love never did run smooth…”

YN recited her newest poem to her older sister Alyssa, her body relaxed against the body of Dreamfyre. The large dragon practically purred against the girl. Alyssa smiled at her sister as she patted Meleys’ maw, her child Daemon was strapped to her chest.

“Another lovely poem, YN. Is it for a certain someone?” Alyssa walked over to her younger sister. YN was her favorite sister, though she’d never say it outloud, she and YN had done many activities together after Alyssa determined to take her under her wing. YN was shy like Daella but faced her fears more often, Saera didn’t need her as much, and Maegelle was way too uptight to have fun with.

“It is. I can’t tell you yet, but one day I will. How is Viserys? I haven’t seen him much.” YN sat up from Dreamfyre and closed her notebook. She promised herself she was to write a lullaby for her mother after the birth of her baby sister, but the words kept changing to that of love for her sister, Saera.

“He is fine. A sweet child, don’t know where he got that from.” Alyssa laughed and held YN’s hand while they traversed toward the keep. “Why are you not spending your luncheon with Saera? While I enjoy your company, I’ve never seen you two spend a luncheon apart.”

“Saera is being punished for showing up drunk to the sept. She snuck into the cellar, stole some wine and father caught her stumbling around. So she’s confined to her room. Away from me.” YN sadly mused resting her head on Alyssa’s arm. “I plan to ask father to let her out.”

Once back at the keep, YN ran to the throne room to find her father speaking to some of his advisors. The gloom from earlier dissipated as she ran over to him.

“Father!” YN shouted, making the king turn toward her, a smile stretching across his face. He always held a spot for his dear sweet daughter in his heart. There was almost nothing he wouldn’t give her, yet she never asked for much. “Father. May Saera be released from her confinement? Please, I miss her dearly.”

“YN..” Jaehaerys sighed. That was the one thing he couldn’t indulge. He loved his children, but hated when Saera influenced her wicked ways to YN. He was lucky that she seemed to have no interest in it. “ I can not. She has disrespected the sept and my authority and must be punished.”

With a quivering lip, YN looked to the ground and nodded. Her father only ever used that tone when he wanted to make a point. And the point was that YN could not be with Saera.

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Later in the nighttime, YN stared outside her window. The moon reminding her of Saera’s eyes. Just as she was going to find a book to read, YN heard the sound of someone climbing up the wall of her tower. The figure revealed themself to be Saera. Her long hair wild from the exertion, eyes lit from excitement, and a smile of pure joy to see YN.

“YN! My Darling, come here!” Saera waved her over as she sat on the windowsill. YN of course obliged her. “Let’s go to the riverside of the keep and look at the stars.”

“Let me grab my shawl.” YN could never turn down a moment with her sister.

They could barely contain their giggles as they scaled up and down the walls, arms linked together as they found their favorite spot on the riverside of the keep. Once there, YN laid on the sandy ground to stare at the sky, Saera lying upside down compared to her so that only their cheeks touched. Hair from the two splaying on the ground.

“So what did you want to tell me?” YN asked.

“I’ve flowered. I’m a woman now.” Saera’s excited voice sang. “I can have husbands and many lovers. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“I’m happy for you.” YN mentioned, silently she wished she could feel the way her beautiful sister felt about that type of intimacy.

“YN?”

“Yes, Saera?”

“I do not think you could feel the way I do. Am I correct?”

“I am glad you can enjoy physical pleasures. I want you to have no restraints from what you desire.” YN began to twirl her sister’s hair. “But when I imagine myself as you, I feel nothing. No matter if I imagine men, women, or even you. I can’t garner a care or connection to it. It’s like I've been presented with a feast, and I have no appetite.”

“You feel nothing for it?”Saera asked. “I know you’ve never had interest in it, but I’ve never heard that it was possible to have nothing connecting you to it.”

“Yet..” YN started again. “When I think of love, I imagine touching hands softly to cheeks. I imagine kissing the lips gently of the one I love just to kiss them. I wished to entwine my soul with a beloved, instead of entwining bodies.” YN sighed and draped an arm over her eyes. “I cannot place a true love on someone who does not value it…”

“When the noble men.. and women look at me now, they stare at my body with lust. As they should for I am a beauty to behold. But they only look with sexual lust, they do not bother to know my being.” Saera lamented to YN. “I have no shame in enjoying pleasures. Our lives are too short to know shame. But I wish to be romanticized, to be loved as I am. Not just as my body is. I will know many men and women who lust and love my sexual being, but you YN I will know you to love my whole soul.”

The two sat up and turned to each other. Noses brushing softly as bated breath waivered, violet eyes reflected violet eyes. Saera brought her soft hand to YN’s cheek as they continued to stare at each other.

“I do love nothing so well in the world as I love you. Is that not strange?” YN laughed slightly. With a final look, the two brought their lips together. A soft intimate tender moment. They kissed, just to kiss. Just hold close the other in one’s arms. YN and Saera were each other’s greatest love.

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angelsanarchy · 7 months

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Alone Together - Eddie/OC One-Shot Series PRT 25

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Eddie walked into the trailer, slamming the door behind himself and tossing a grease covered rag on the table with frustration. Wayne watched him carefully as he plopped down on the couch abruptly, muttering to himself through gritted teeth.

"So I take it the van is giving you trouble." Wayne was kicked back with the newspaper in his lap.

"I just can't get my hands to do what they need to do in this weather. It's like they cramp up from the cold and its pissing me off. How the hell am I supposed to have it up and running before Dani gets back?" Eddie rubbed his dirty hands through his hair and Wayne knew why he was so upset.

"Has she called?" He asked curiously knowing she hadn't called him since the beginning of her vacation.

"She apparently called Robin who told Steve who told Dustin who told the group that she would be home midday tomorrow but no she hasn't called again." Eddie picked at his nails and Wayne put the paper down.

"I thought you would be a bit more excited to see her considering you've been sulking about her being gone since she pulled out of here." Wayne watched Eddie roll his eyes knowing he wouldn't deny it.

"Yeah but she's been hanging out with her mom who hates me and Hawkins. Whose to say she doesn't come back to ditch me for someone better, who actually has a future beyond this town?" Eddie had never talked like this outloud to his uncle. Mostly because he knew how Wayne felt about him and hated hearing him limit himself to his reputation and last name.

"From what I picked up on at Thanksgiving, I don't see Dani's mother having any real influence over her decision making, let alone who she chooses to spend time with. Why would you worry about that now?" Wayne pressed.

"Apparently her mom has been shitting on the Munson name. Giving her all this history about my old man and how its in my genes to end up stuck in Hawkins locked up or working at a gas station." Wayne hated that woman. He knew how uppity she had always been but that never stopped her from buying drugs off his brother when they were younger. She often forgets that she isn't better than anyone just because she's seen the outside of Hawkins.

"What if she realizes I'm a waste of space? She deserves so much better than me, Unc." Eddie sounded so desperate, it broke Wayne's heart.

"Son, I can assure you that no one looks at you less like a waste of space than that girl. Dani is a strong minded, intelligent girl who thinks for herself and knows what she wants. Fighting for your life at a young age will do that to you." Wayne explained.

"Exactly! She's been through hell and for some reason she wants to be friends with me." Wayne laughed making Eddie frown.

"Oh boy. That girl is head over heels for you, Eddie. Don't kid yourself into thinking she just wants to be friends with you. I know you're smarter than that." Eddie blushed looking down at his dirty hands.

"I know how you feel about Dani but I also know that you've never been in love before so I can tell how god damn terrified you are." Wayne moved to sit next to Eddie.

"I don't have anything to give her, Wayne. Look at me. I'm a third year senior with no college aspirations and a part time job. I care enough about her to know that I'm not what she should want." Eddie looked at his uncle pitifully and he clapped a hand on his back.

"I want you to say it out loud Son. I want you to admit to yourself how you feel and know that the only person that has to think you're good enough for her...is her." Eddie nodded his head letting out a breath.

"She makes me want to be better, I just don't even know where to start with being a guy who could possibly deserve her." Wayne smiled at him. Watching Eddie grow up has been one of his greatest joys and all he can hope is that he continues to follow a path that will prop him up and not bring him down. That's what his mother would have wanted.

"How about you stop wasting time skirting around what people think of you and actually tell her how you feel. That would be a good start in my opinion." Wayne stood up, giving one last squeeze to Eddie's shoulder before walking back to his recliner.

"I would probably take a shower as well...you know, clean the grease from under your fingernails." Wayne teased making Eddie roll his eyes.

"I'll be sure to do all my primping before she touches down in Hawkins. Thanks Uncle Wayne." Eddie started back towards his bedroom to grab a clean change of clothes for a shower. Wayne tried to remember what it felt like to be in love at that age but it only made him think of Eddie's mother. He likes to think that things would have been so different if she would have ended up with him instead of his brother but it always made him feel somber. He only hoped that Eddie and Dani would have a much happier ending.

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