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causenessus · 2 months

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Realizing He Loves You. | Haikyuu

inc. akaashi, bokuto, oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, kenma

written in 2nd pov (female reader implied)

song recc: my loves get special treatment and all get a song or quote of their own again but just for fun </3 sideways by cleo sol

word count: 1922 words

summary: "when does he realize he loves you/what does he do to show that he loves you?"

little bit of crack? nekoma performs a psychology experiment (??) i just had a little bit of fun writing this and projecting onto like all of them <3 but i just love them all sm and i'm making up for not including kenma in my last post mb guys

akaashi

"don't shorten your speech. i love your details."

if you thought he paid attention to bokuto, you’re not ready for what he gives you

he gives you everything <3 anything you could ever ask for, he’ll get you it

he’s always hoping to see you, when he hears a door open, he looks up, hoping it might just happen to be you

it doesn’t click at first that he’s purposely looking out for you on instinct, but he starts to realize it as he finds himself orbiting around you more and more

he gives you his full attention whenever you say something, and if you get sidetracked or forget what you’re talking about, you best believe he remembers what you’ve already said and will try and prompt your memory by explaining what you’ve already told him

will also check in and remember things that you have said in the past, like you told him about a new book you were reading and the next time he sees you, he’ll ask you how it's going. or if you guys are too busy and he doesn’t ask you about it then, he’ll ask you about it another time he sees you. but either way, it always surprises you and touches your heart when he remembers <3

you best believe he’s always making time for you too

burst into the gym, his classroom, or bedroom and he’s already dropping everything for you

“keiji, you’ll never guess what happened!”

“what happened, love?”

the moment he probably fully realized how much he loved you was when he started holding your hands to stop you from picking at them

he’s always paying so much attention to you and he cares so much about you that he lovingly tries to stop you from habits like biting your nails or picking at your skin <3

he’ll notice that you’re doing it when you’re sitting beside him and with all the care in the world he’ll be gently holding your hands, running his own pretty fingers along them and rubbing them

you know he’s doing it to stop you and help you but you’ll pout, saying, “that’s not fair, keiji, you pick at your fingers too :( ”

but he’ll only smile as he takes his eyes off his fingers playing with yours to look at you, “i know. but you're not allowed to because i love you.”

bokuto

everyone adores you (at least i do)

he couldn’t stop talking about you

he didn’t do it on purpose, but genuinely just kept bringing you up to everyone because you’re his everything <3

he does it with such love and adoration, the biggest smile on his face that no one can say no to him or interrupt him, they just keep listening

in all sorts of conversations, he’ll find a way to bring you into it and people know that if he doesn’t have practice, there’s a 99% he’s with you (that 1% is simply when it’s absolutely impossible for him to be with you

if anyone ever asks him what he did over the weekend, he’s always mentioning you, “my weekend? oh, my girlfriend and I…”

he has literally no reason to be vague he’s so proud of you and to be your boyfriend he’ll say it whenever he can <3

and just like how his his energy and determination is contagious on the court, so is his happiness when he talks about you

at some point someone on the team brought it up with a grin on their face to match his purely joyous one,

“man, you really love her, don’t you?”

he’d already thought about it a ton before, but to hear someone say it for the first time, it felt different

his face felt a little warm but he couldn’t help but nod,

“i do. i love her.”

oikawa

"jupiter couldn't keep me from you / oh, i'm yours."

he realizes it when seeing you makes him flustered and he can’t stop thinking about you

definitely talks about you a lot to anyone who he can get to listen

like it’s worse than bokuto

but it goes past that, you’re on his mind all the time, throughout his classes and afterschool

and this is NOT basic i swear let me explain

he’s smiling stupidly to himself all throughout the day, his head filled with moments he’s had with you

they’re just showing up in his head without him even trying but he’s not complaining

he’ll see you in the halls and he just can’t stop the smile that spreads across his face

he’ll be listening to songs and suddenly he’s relating them all to you, asap he started making a playlist for you as soon as he became the slightest bit interested in you, he just couldn’t stop thinking about you but at first he thought it was just normal

but then he’s there, helping clean the floors after volleyball practice and he’s in his own head, a lovesick smile on his face and his heart brimming with adoration for you

seijoh 4 is looking at the scene in confusion and worry, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the sight

“is he really that happy to be cleaning the floors?”

“maybe he’s imagining that his serve had hit kageyama in the face and not yahaba??”

“it irks me. trashykawa if you don’t wipe that stupid grin off your face–”

suddenly maki and mattsun are holding iwa back by the arms from marching over to the boy who's still stuck in his own world, smiling with a mop in hand

eventually maki pieces it together, the three of them approaching the boy once iwa has found the will to keep the rage inside again <3

“whose the lucky girl that’s got you smiling like that?” he asked with a taunting smile

to his surprise, tooru was completely transparent, no jokes or comebacks, a pink hue dusting his cheeks as he rested his chin on the handle of the mop with the same lopsided smile as always, “this girl i’ve been seeing…god, i think i love her.”

iwaizumi

"calling my lover 'mine' but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, 'mine' like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. 'mine' not like possession but devotion."

he realized he loved you when he found that he just wanted to do everything for you

the definition of “i know u can do it urself but let me spoil u <3”

he has a list of everything you like so that he always knew what to get you

he’s always coming up with special plans and gifts for anniversaries, birthdays and holidays

i just know he comes up with the best ideas

and i know everyone says this BUT HE’S SO walking on the open side of the sidewalk to guard you from passing cars omg <3

definitely a man whose skipping whatever he has going on that day to take care of you when you get sick or if you’re taking a mental health day

he just wants to make sure you’re completely taken care of and that you know how much you mean to him <3 he’s always reassuring you when you have even the slightest doubt that you are not and will never be an inconvenience or anything of the sort

is 100% holding your bag when you guys are walking at school

and ofc is holding your bags if you guys go out shopping is that even a question??

he’s always asking to take you out places and do something with you

unless you catch him in a gracious mood and give him three good reasons why he shouldn’t pay for something for you, you’re not winning

he’s paying and he’s happy to <3 if you’re really adamant about it, he’ll let you pay (sometimes) but will still try to get you to at least split it

he loves you so much he will give himself wholly to you whenever you ask for it

he can go from completely abusing oikawa to holding you so gently and speaking softly and lovingly in a split second <3

recovering from his beating, oikawa approached iwa again, as you left to take care of something else, “she’s really got you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?”

iwa only continued to watch your leaving figure, “i guess so. but i’d burn the world for her if she asked.”

kuroo

"hold on. hold on. i have to protest. do you think i would choose to live without you?"

he shows how much he cares for you by always making you his first priority

he’s always with you and always on time for you

it didn’t really click with him at first but he realized he loved you when he was thinking so much about making sure you knew that you were cared for and that you deserved nothing short of the best, including a man that is always there for you

i feel like tetsuro (with love) is the type of man who shows up late to things unapologetically at least ever so often

but never when it comes to you

expect him to always be there on an agreed time if not earlier

as researchers (the nekoma volleyball team) found in their experiment (completely unbiased and empirical), by just saying that the group was going to hang out and that you were going to be there, he was guaranteed to show up on time. but any other time, if you weren’t involved, there was a chance he was showing up at least 10 minutes late

(kenma was most certainly their control group to see what tetsuro’s normal behavior was for the people closest to him <3)

when yamamoto presented these findings to tetsuro himself, he simply shrugged

“so you’ll show up completely ready, hair styled and all for her but when it comes to us you come looking like a tornado hit you in the two blocks it takes to get to the convenience store and it set you back like 10 minutes??”

“well duh, i love her, not you.”

kenma

"so you see her / she's over in the corner / and you can't ignore her / there must be a reason"

he realized he loved you when he noticed that he was always keeping an ear open to listen for you

he’s not used to really working with others. like he’s either listened to (ie. brain of his team) or he’s working independently because he’s not going through the effort of putting up with people

you and kuroo on a good day are the exceptions

bc with you, it’s like he wants to hear from you

he doesn’t often love talking to people, and he hates when people interrupt him when he’s doing something, but when he’s playing games and you're around, he has one side of his headphones pushed behind his ear in case you say something to him

even before you guys were dating, when he sat next to you in class, because you sat to his left, he’d only put in his right earbud when he listened to music so he could hear you

and even when you guys are walking together, hand in hand, if he still has an earbud in, he makes sure to walk on the side of you that doesn’t have an earbud in <3

before practices have officially started, he’s completely unavailable and does not care for what anyone has to say to him

but then he sees you walking in and he’s got an earbud out or his headphones are pushed to the side immediately <3

kuroo notices this after some time and teased him about it, “oh? you never make an effort to listen to anything I have to say if you have your headphones on. does she mean that much to you?”

kenma didn’t even look up from his switch, but there was a small smile on his face at the question, “yeah, she does.”

#akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcannons

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updownlately · 7 months

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i like shiny things (but i'd marry you with paper rings)

randomly thinking about esme morgan and how she made bracelets for the engwnt during their down time and just picturing a reader x alessia where r does origami when they're anxious or in between games. idk if anyone's written this idea before so mb if it's repetitive (i feel like i read an origami-reader fic before but i believe it was with jessie fleming x r) not a fic, not a blurb, just an idea/storyline :) fun fact: an instagram reel prompted this 😅 | alessia russo x reader

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like imagine the first time alessia walks into your shared hotel room to see a handful of paper cranes of different colours laid across the bed, your tongue poking out slightly, eyebrows furrowed as you had a website open on your phone showing you how to make a dragon.

and you're so concentrated you don't hear alessia come in, you just fiddle with the paper and let out a huff when you realize you have to unwind the folds you just did.

it's only when she clears her throat at you, still standing near the door that you snap out of what you're doing, eyes going wide, the dinosaur that looks more like a worm flying out of your hands.

and you'd look at her with an embarrassed look, quickly gathering the seven or so different paper cranes, bringing them towards your lap in a futile attempt to hide em, as alessia would watch you with a fond smile on her face.

or can we talk about how she'd quietly get you more origami paper the next time she goes out with the girls to explore the city, shyly coming back with a fresh pack of origami sheets, this time in pastel colours, shades you absolutely adored.

the way she'd enter the room anxiously, thumb playing with the ring on her finger as she'd hide the package behind her with her other hand, shoulder's curled in, skittish smile on her face.

how you'd wave her in, a huge smile on her face, not suspecting a thing as you chatted with your mother on the phone.

she'd maybe sit on the edge of the bed, a few feet away from you, the papers still hidden as you'd talk animatedly on the phone for a couple more minutes.

it's during that time that alessia would cast her gaze across the room, taking in how many different little paper creations, varying from flowers to cranes to butterflies to shapes like stars and hearts littered the room, smiling tenderly to herself.

and when you'd finish up the call, looking over at the blonde with a large grin on your face you'd already be excited by her mere presence, your golden retriever personality making itself known.

that grin would only grow wider as she would shuffle closer to you, the origami sheets still miraculously hidden (not hard to do really since all your focus was on alessia, your eyes nearly in the shape of a heart) and she'd give you a gentle kiss on your forehead and then lips, before pulling back shyly, the words quiet as they left her.

'i got you a little something...'

you'd tilt your head in question, a singular eyebrow raising as you'd finally notice how her other arm was somewhat awkwardly positioned behind her.

and you'd kind of tense up into a sitting position, concerned at what it could be.

'relax, it's nothing crazy, just a small little item i've been meaning to grab for you'

the words would be gentle, with a slight teasing lilt.

and she'd carefully present you the origami sheets, placing them on the sheet between you two, biting her lip nervously as she'd wait for a reaction.

your eyebrows would scrunch up immediately, hands reaching out to grab the plastic package, examining it as your jaw would drop in a pleasant mix of shock and joy.

and the way your eyes would widen as you'd read the text on around the item, the words 'origami paper' written clear as day, your heart feeling so full, warmth coursing through your veins as you'd realize that alessia had noticed your stack was running out, even going as far as to get them in colours you loved.

the papers would gently be thrown to the side as everything would click, you launching yourself at the blonde, arms coming to immediately wrap around her shoulders and neck as you'd bury your face in her neck.

your excited 'thank you' would be muffled with how tightly you were hugging her, your grin from earlier returning, only now it was nearly twice the size.

the blonde would chuckle gently at your delighted state, hugging you back with just as much enthusiasm, placing a gentle kiss to your temple just before you'd pull back, nearly shaking with elation.

placing a few loving kisses onto her lips you'd mumble another thank you in between them, pulling away once your couldn't contain your excitement.

and you'd rip into the new packaging, old papers be damned because your girlfriend got you these and they were immediately, undoubtedly the better papers now.

and eventually, as it would become time to check out of the hotel a few days later, alessia would find herself once again standing in the middle of the room, this time the whole room nearly taken over by butterflies, dragons (which you now finally mastered), toads, cranes, rabbits, stars, hearts, chains, and like twenty other things, some in various colours of the rainbow, and more than half of them made of the pastel origami sheets. (it was clear to see you had a favourite, evident by the way nearly half the pastel paper had already been used).

and then can we talk about how maybe you both would be coming back from a really tiring game, the whole engwnt sat on the bus, the two of you choosing to sit closer to the middle-front-ish area, alessia knowing you preferred the peace and quiet as you'd fold paper and calm down from the exhilarating events of the game.

so you'd sit there, a pair of wired earbuds shared between you two as the paper pad would be precariously balancing on your thighs, rattling with every bump and uneven surface of the road.

alessia would be sat beside you, watching you with a lovestruck face as you'd continue to do fold after fold, making something new this time, what it was, alessia didn't know, you wanting to surprise her.

what she did notice however was that you had two pieces of paper out, one that was her favourite colour, and one that was your favourite colour- surely that couldn't be a coincidence, right?

and as teammates saw you back at your usual task, very much accustomed to your tendency to relax by creating little items, they let you be, a few gently requesting you for a rabbit or dragon (stanway nearly begging you to make her dinosaur, pestering you until you had finally agreed with a quiet 'later' with a fond eye roll).

you'd been very much focused since though, head nodding along to the music, the familiar 'furrowed eyebrows' look on your face, tip of your tongue peeking out as you did meticulous fold after fold, tilting your body ever so slightly so alessia couldn't make out exactly what you were creating.

it was only when you were done, two small heart rings resting in the palm of your hand, one each in your and alessia's favourite colour, did you turn around, a bashful smile on your face as you hid the two papers in a loosely closed fist.

quickly scanning to make sure no one was watching, your fear of being teased for your sappiness emerging, your leg shook with nervous energy as you realized the coast was clear.

'i made you- us- i made us paper rings in our favourite colours.'

the words would come out slightly rushed, a soft blush coming to coat your cheeks as alessia's eyes widened in joyful shock,

'i'll get you a proper one eventually, this is just a promise of that in the meantime...'

and alessia would shrug at your words, a lovesick smile crossing her face as she'd examine the heart-shaped ring intently, absolutely adoring the way it rested on her hand, loving it more than any other jewellery she owned simply because it was made by you.

and placing the ring-clad hand up to rest on your cheek, the blonde would nudge you to look at her, bringing your faces close as she'd place a gentle but loving kiss on your lips, pulling back only a few centimetres as sky blue eyes would meet yours, her next words a whispered secret between you, eliciting twin smiles, lovestruck looks crossing both of your faces.

'as long as it's you i'm marrying, i'd happily do it with paper rings.'

#not proofread #ilst #fluff #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo #woso one shot #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso community #my writing #storylines

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targaryenluvs · 4 months

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ok hear me out w this dark!finnick idea; post-74th everlark, snow’s trying to do damage control and tells finnick to date another victor, and finnick’s hesitance to date his former mentee— means ofc she’s picked :( it’s not like finnick would ever put on a show to get her purposefully picked, he’s totally a good mentor and he’s defiantly never thought of ruining her, but, might as well make the most of it

alternatively omg image finnick living through the rebel’s victory— but the aftermath of the takeover meant a lot of the ppl involved in the games (no matter how small apart they played) get to executed,, including the little capitol girl who was (barely) part of his team n helped him get ready (or mb his district escort, or just like a stylist idk). helpful, helpful finnick steps up n tells her he can totally help her but it’s going to involve her losing her capital ties n taking up his name (plus they really have to sell it, so good knows how far they’d have to go, but he’s always so willing n helpful)

these aren’t requests or anything, i haven’t slept in 30 hours and I watched like my nth finnick edit whilst procrastinating prepping for my applied physics final

first of all i know i always sleep at wild times but THIRTY HOURS?? BABY GO TO SLEEP!!!

second of all, i wish you the best on your physics final ❤️

third of all your mind works wonders!!

can you imagine him seeing her again for the first time after she’s picked?? imagine nervous finnick for the first time 😭

“just our luck huh? two idiots make fools of the capitol and we end up on damage control!” your voice was as always sweet and pretty. finnick wanted to bottle it up all for himself.

“who would’ve thought?” finnick smiled, the charm may have been turned on but god was he a mess inside.

“you look good finn, grown. how’ve you been?”

i’ve been patiently waiting for the next time i see you. he wondered if that would scare you off so he smiled instead, “waiting for my lovely mentor to show and she’s here now so great.” you giggled as your touched his bicep, and his pants felt tighter, god you were adorable. you may be older than him but he has grown, and now he towers over you, dwarfs you in comparison and he adores it.

“you look stunning per usual.” you grinned and took your dress in, a gorgeous baby blue dress, with tiny straps on each side and a slit on the right side. your neck looked oddly markable to finnick but he’d refrain for now. “and you look handsome, when’d that happen?” you teased him before pinching his cheek.

you still thought of him as the same little boy from four. he could tell, but he wasn’t a boy anymore and he’d show you that.

“who knows. now, we have people to see.” he linked his arm with yours as the two of you made your way from the foyer and into the den of the capitol, hungry eyes and touchy hands pounced at the opportunity to feel the capitols darling and diamond.

he would snap every hand if he could, you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

“yes. i’ll do it, i don’t want to- no i can’t die.” you were crying now and finnick felt bad, but you’d just agreed to marry him so he couldn’t care less.

“no tears honey, you get to live.” his voice was sweet and comforting, looking up at him you felt happy. you watched him grow up, you helped him through it and now he was helping you, you couldn’t help but feel grateful.

“thank you finnick really, you don’t have to do this.” he shook his head and wiped away your tears, “you’ve been by my side for so long it’s the least i could do y/n.” your teary eyes should’ve made him feel bad but the idea of your marriage had his own heart racing. and as you hugged him he felt his worries melt away.

you were locked in for life.

#kira and anon chat <3 #dark!finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x reader

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bueckerssturns · 3 months

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Tainted love – s. golbach

pairing:sam x fem! reader

warnings: none?

lower case intended maybe bad grammar mb 😔

not proofread | unedited!

“thank you have a nice day!” i said smiling at the elderly woman handing her the paper bag with her breakfast in it.

“next!” i said as i saw a teenage girl walk up to the register “hello what can i get for you today?” i asked politely “hi can i get a croissant with a latte?” said the timid girl with a smile “sure thing!”

“that’ll be $6.30” i smiled at the girl accepting the cash she was handing me “that’s a cool tattoo! when did you get it?” she said looking at my wrist.

a sad smile forming on my lips thinking about the back story of it “i got it on my eighteenth birthday my at the time boyfriend thought it would be a good idea so we got matching tattoos, mine as you can see has the moon shaded in and his had or if he still has it has the sun shaded in” i explained fully showing her my tattoo.

“could i maybe hear the story on how it all happened?” she asked softly afraid to push any buttons.

seeing as the cafe was nearly empty and no one was coming in anytime soon so i decided to tell her “well it was 2014 on my birthday, my at the time boyfriend thought it would be a good idea for us to get tattoos together since he was already eighteen we were both ‘legally’ allowed to get tattoos. we looked at the book thingy and we picked the moon and sun but the shaded one would match our personalities, he got the sun shaded since he like reminded me of a golden retriever in a way” i explained with a smile.

“a golden retriever? how’s that?” she asked more into what i had to say “he had blonde hair blue eyes and just a genuine sweetheart like if you met him you’d instantly know he was a good person you know?” “yup i know what you mean what’s his name?”

“his name is sam” i said with a smile going into the story.

• time skip •

the door bell chimes signaling someone had just walked in. i took my place behind the counter and looked up at who came in.

“welcome to cafe 5 what can i do for you?” i greeted the man in front of me “uh yea could i get a water?” he muttered “that’ll be two dollars and fifty cents!” i said smiling at the man in front of me. something about him seemed familiar but i could not seem to know what it was since he had dark clothing, his hood covered his face and all i could see were his tattoos from his rolled-up sleeves.

after giving him his water he left without another word but that was the least of my worries.

“yea she is there she changed a bit but not much, her smile and make up style is the same, just the clothing style and hair are what changed the most”

“okay, i think i should go talk to her then it's been 8 years since that day.”

as the man walked in his face hidden from the view of the girl she could not help but wonder why he looked so familiar, that was until he looked up and met her eyes, that is when it hit her.

he smiled at her she smiled back leaving her place behind the counter running to him and indulging him into a hug.

“missed me princess?” he asked softly “more than you can imagine” she said as she pulled away from the hug looking at him.

“why did you leave all those years ago? why didn’t you tell me?” she asked scanning his face for answers.

“i just couldn’t bring myself to tell you, but here meet me at this place and i’ll explain everything!” he said handing her a piece of paper with an address on it. as she looked down to the paper she saw it, he still had the tattoo.

and that’s what kept them connected.

the symbol of their love tainted or in other words it was a tainted love

#sam golbach #sam and colby #sam x reader #sam and colby imagine #xplr #x reader #colby x reader #sam and colby smut #sam and colby fluff #sam and colby fanfiction #colby brock smut #sam and colby x reader #colby brock #colby brock x reader

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beachylupin · 6 months

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American Woman || Remus Lupin x American!Fem!Reader

jesus christ. i'm so sorry that it's taken me almost a month to update this story. i think i got very overwhelmed with posting all of it, and the whole entire thing just so happens to be like... 10k words and i frankly don't have time to go through and edit all of that right now. good for more parts, right? also SLOW BURN? please tell me that one of you picks up on it. pls. i wish i could promise that the next part won't be so long away, but i genuinely can't promise anything </3 as always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3 part 1 here, mb here word count: 3.4k warnings: this isn't necessarily happy, kind of stressful, a wee graphic (?), maybe like two swear words, quickly edited, i'm sorry

The Eldritch Manor had one bedroom with a double bed in the center of it and two dressers. Remus, who had already claimed one of the dressers, had given the bed to you since you were the “guest” in the safe house, but you had every intention of switching with him after his change in a week.

All the things the change did to a body was devastating, and you knew the small leather sofa wasn’t going to do any good for him or his already aching limbs.

Remus wasn’t young for his age. He was turning nineteen in a few months, but his body aged quicker due to the trauma it was put through every month, making his body at least thirty-five. He had a cane propped up against the wall near the front door that he hadn’t used yet, multiple first aid kits stacked under the bathroom sink, and cabinets full of prescription grade no-maj pain-killers, given to him out of love by his no-maj born friend.

He knew his body was much older than yours, and yet, he crammed himself onto the tiny, two-seater sofa in front of the fireplace the first night happily, telling you to sleep well.

You woke in the chilly bedroom and dressed casually: jeans and a thick, navy blue knit sweater. You paired it with wool socks, happy you had thought ahead and brought warm clothes.

The Manor was drafty, as you learned last night when you nearly froze yourself to sleep once you shut the bedroom door.

You poked your head out of the bedroom, seeing Remus still asleep on the couch, an open book laying on the ground next to him. His scarred face this peaceful was a comforting sight. Your heart clenched as he shifted, knowing this would most likely be his last good sleep for a week and a half, the moon getting fuller and fuller every night.

Remus looked so young; much younger than he had looked last night in the light of the fire. His lanky legs were curled up under him, sure to crack when he woke up and stretched. His cheek was squished against the arm, soft puffs of air blowing through his lips.

It had been a late night discussing both of your lives, mugs of tea warming your hands as you sat in the recliner across from Remus on the couch.

Remus had grown up in Wales under the protective shadow of his mother and father, Lyall and Hope. Hope was a muggle homemaker, and Lyall worked for the Ministry’s Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Since this department was so broad, it was very mismanaged, and the werewolf registry had gone unnoticed for a long time.

Fenrir Greyback was brought in for questioning after two muggle children were killed, their bodies showing signs of a werewolf attack. Greyback wasn’t registered, but Lyall recognized all the signs he showed, claiming that he was, indeed, a werewolf.

“Soulless!” Lyall had yelled during that hearing. “Evil, wretched creatures! They deserve nothing but suffering and death!”

He was then thrown from the hearing, ultimately sealing his son’s fate as Greyback was released that same day.

Greyback broke and entered into their home, turning Remus shortly before his fifth birthday, changing Lyall’s views on lycanthropy forever.

The Lupin’s became nomads, moving from small village to small village, trying to contain their child’s behavior by keeping him as a recluse. He had a loving home, but had never known friends before Hogwarts.

You, on the other hand, grew up in New York, in a small town near Lake Placid. Your upbringing was fairly normal. Your muggle father worked as a carpenter, whereas your mom worked for the Wizarding Resources Department for the Magical Congress of the United States in New York City. She was gone from the time you woke up until shortly after you went to bed most days.

Because of that, it was mainly you and your father, who treated you like you were made of solid gold. He was a fantastic chef, an amazing storyteller, and the reason why you were able to be independent in your young adult life, giving you the courage to stand on your own two feet.

Since your town was surrounded by woods, it was unsafe to go out at night in fear that the creatures of the forest would take you away.

You were nine when the howling you often heard far out in the forest came closer. They were outside in the streets of your town. In the homes of your neighbors.

What was to become of your friends? The girl down the street that invited you to her sixth birthday party? The boy you sat next to in second grade? The woman who handed out full-sized candy bars on Halloween?

Their homes were being ravaged by monsters.

Screams followed the howls, and the two of you did as you were supposed to: you hid under your bed until the streets got quiet again, and your muggle father, only armed with a shotgun, sat by the front door in wait.

Your house, miraculously, was untouched.

When the howls stopped, and the screams turned to cries, you crawled out from under your bed, finding your father horror-struck by the picture window, staring out at the carnage.

You couldn’t help but peek, seeing your neighbor boy, Lukas, writhing on the tar, his mother wailing as she tried to cover his exposed insides. He was your friend. The boy who taught you how to play ball.

How could they? Your little brain screamed. What kind of monster could do that? He was a child!

Your father pulled you away from the window, his eyes wide as he knelt down to look at you.

“Don’t blame the wolves, sweetheart,” he said, his voice grave. “Nobody has ever shown them kindness. They don’t know any better.”

You tiptoed to the kitchen, bringing your small suitcase, to begin brewing your first batch of wolfsbane for him.

You set up on the kitchen table and began carefully brewing the potion. Sure, it was difficult, but you could do it with your eyes closed at this point.

“Wolfsbane, betony, and a drop of dittany,” you mumbled to yourself, dropping it all in a cauldron before adding some water. You let it steep over the stove top, taking a peek back into the living room.

Remus was still asleep, mouth now open as his feet hung up and over the armrest. The blanket had fallen off of him at some point, leaving him in flannel bottoms and a plain, white t-shirt. How was he not freezing?

You checked your watch. You had about a minute before you needed to stir the potion and add bat spleen powder and another drop of dittany. Surely, you could put the blanket back over him.

Or would that be too presumptuous? That’s something a friend would do, right? Or a lover, for that matter. Was Remus even your friend? He could be even though you just met. He gave up the bed for you, and the two of you had spilled your life stories to one another. Surely, that meant something.

You shook your head at the thought, turning back to the burner to continue the potion.

Remus woke up near the end of your process, letting out a loud yawn as he stretched and sat up.

He saw you standing in the doorway of the kitchen, calling out, “You chilly? I can start another fire.”

You glanced over your shoulder, noticing him staring at you from the couch, his hair mused from sleep. Your cheeks started to burn as you looked back at the potion.

“If you want to, sure,” you said, eyes on the potion. “Otherwise, this is almost done, then I can do it.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he got up with a groan, taking a squat near the fireplace.

Your brain screamed as your cheeks continued to burn. Remus was a very handsome guy, but you weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, except maybe bad for his situation.

But he was kind, and you could tell he was the most gentle out of all of his friends you met last night. He seemed to care.

If you were going to feel anything for anyone in England, it was always going to be him.

A blue plume of smoke caught your attention. You pulled the small cauldron off the burner and strained it into a mug.

You turned around, watching Remus light the fire and take a seat on the couch, his brown eyes locking to yours as you entered the room.

You handed him the freshly brewed potion, taking a seat at his feet. “Drink up while it’s still warm,” you said, urging the mug to his lips. “It isn’t as bad when it’s warm.”

Remus’ nose crinkled. “You don’t understand how terrible it tastes.”

“I’ve tried it,” you said. “Just drink it, and I’ll make you some green tea.”

He sighed, throwing you a glare before downing the potion and holding back a gag. He thrusted the mug into your hands, his palms meeting his forehead as he groaned.

“See? Not as bad warm,” you teased, reaching out to pat his knee.

Remus shook his head. “‘S just as bad.”

“‘M sorry,” you cooed. “How do you want your tea?”

“Plain,” he muttered, his palms finally leaving his forehead. “Not green. Earl grey if possible.”

“Fresh out,” you said, having just thrown away the box last night. He groaned. “Do you want coffee instead?”

“Black?” He asked, perking up.

“I can do that,” you said. “You should get dressed. ‘M assuming we’ll be getting guests soon.”

He nodded and shuffled off into the bedroom while you walked back into the kitchen.

You heard a door open behind your back. Assuming it was Remus who might’ve forgotten something, you didn’t turn around, not wanting to seem like you were checking on him.

“Where’s that lass?” A bassy man shouted from the front door. “That American woman?!”

You almost screamed, peeking out from the kitchen.

The man standing at the door was a marvel. Despite his low and loud voice, he stood stout at just five and a half feet, he looked miniscule compared to the large man that barged in next to him..

Remus poked his head out of the bedroom, looking at you in the kitchen doorway, eyebrows furrowed.

As if he could sense your silent confusion, the short man laughed loudly. “I’m Demolcles Belby! I’m told you’re Bane,” he said then looked at Remus. “You must be Moony then?”

Remus smiled tightly and nodded once at the short man, glancing back at you before disappearing behind the bedroom door again, closing it.

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and you nervously wiped your hands on your dark jeans as you crossed the small house.

“Hi, Mr. Belby,” you gushed, extending your hand toward him as you introduced yourself. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“Ah, someone who shares my passion?” He said, his grip tight on your hand. “The pleasure is all mine!”

“They sent you? You’re Bane?!” The other man, who you assumed to be Mr. Moody from his gruff hmph, barked. “You’re just a kid!”

You stood straighter, taking the familiar insult with narrowed eyes. “You must be Mr. Moody? The one who wanted me to disapparate across the ocean?” You asked, extending your hand to him. “I’d like to think that I’m more than just a kid.”

Remus came back into the living room as Moody snubbed your hand. He was dressed in a dark green button up and jeans, staring at your extended hand, eyebrows furrowed.

“She’s much more than a kid, Alastor!” Belby shouted back, taking your hand into his. “She jus’ so happens to be the Congress’s most innovative potioneer! Why, you’re lookin’ at the lass who tried figurin’ out a way to produce wolfsbane potions at mass market value.”

Remus looked between you and the man before wandering into the kitchen for his promised cup of coffee.

“That’s expensive,” Moody scoffed, briefly glancing at Remus leaving before returning his attention to you. “You’d never be able to afford the resources without making it cost thousands of galleons.”

“Well, when you have a greenhouse filled with the most important ingredient, and almost everything else is locally sourced, it becomes a lot less expensive,” you said, a small smirk playing on your lips as he grumbled under his breath. “My only issue is preservation. Simply jarred? It spoils during the new moon. Canned? Possible since it won’t spoil, but not ideal… The taste is still there. Pill form? Now-”

“A wolfsbane pill?” Remus piped in, now standing next to Moody, a warm mug in his hands. “That’s genius.”

“I’d like to think it’s possible,” you said, your cheeks turning pink. “I just have to find out a way to turn the potion to powder and-”

“That’s not what you’re here for,” Moody cut you off, crossing his arms.

You shut your mouth, teeth grinding as you tightened your jaw. “I know that,” you quipped, standing straighter.

“All work and no play. Isn’t that, Bane?” Belby chuckled, slapping your back. “We should probably get crackin’, now shouldn’t we?”

You threw him a tight smile, nodding before looking at Remus, who was already staring.

“We-” Moody said, his attention turning to Remus. “-have our own matters to attend to.”

Remus nodded once, clearing his throat. “Right,” he mumbled, glancing back at you. “Good luck.”

You smiled slightly, mumbling, “Thanks, you too.”

That’s how the rest of the week continued. Moody would angrily drop Belby off so that the two of you could continue your work while Remus disappeared with him, wishing you well on his way out the door.

Belby wasn’t horrible to work with. Rather, he was a joy, just a bit too loud for your liking. Sure, he had a lot of interesting stories, and you genuinely learned a lot from him when he wasn’t shouting about his brother’s kid, but when someone shouts around you for eight hours a day, it starts to become grating.

Especially when trying to figure out a way to turn a liquid to a vapor while exploding at the same time.

You took many bathroom breaks just to get some peace and quiet, staring at yourself in the mirror and asking yourself if you had done the right thing in coming here.

Remus would always come back in the evening, usually having just eaten at the pub with his friends. His spirits seemed to be high every time he reappeared for the night, happy to be home even if you didn’t talk to him very much.

He’d quietly sit on the couch after stoking the fire and fixing himself a drink, his nose in one of the many books strewn along the floor. He’d always place a glass of water next to you as he passed, his scarred hand gently squeezing your shoulder.

You frankly had little time to eat or talk, your forehead in your hands as you stared at the papers in front of you. The now daily migraine thumped against your skull as you read and reread and reread the papers in front of you.

How on Earth were you going to craft a bomb? The whole project felt like a bite that was just too big to chew. You weren’t Oppenheimer.

“Hiya,” Remus cooed as soon as the front door opened on the evening of the full moon, smiling as he saw the back of your head tipped down over your makeshift desk by the fireplace, fingers on your temples. “Alright?”

You lifted your head, glancing over your shoulder to see him toeing off his shoes. “Sure,” you said, looking back at the papers. “How’s it going with you?”

Remus hummed in response, bringing a chair over to sit next to you. “Oh, you know,” he said, peeking over your shoulder with a small, lopsided smile. He smelled like whiskey, sour and sweet. “‘M just dandy.”

You checked your watch, looking at the low sun outside of the window. “Should probably make your potion,” you mumbled, your head in your hands again.

“‘S alright. I’ve got an hour,” he said absently, narrowing his eyes at the paper. “Have anything figured out yet?”

You dropped your hands from your shaking head, pushing yourself away from the desk. “I’m essentially trying to make mustard gas.” You got up, stretching out. “Pretty hard when it needs to be done now.”

“Who gave you that timeline?” Remus hummed, following you into the kitchen.

“Who do you think?” You asked, deadpan.

Remus snorted quietly. “You don’t like him, do you?”

You shot him a look. “Does anyone?”

“He’s not all bad,” he said, sitting at the table near the stove. “Just very… serious. Thinks he’s saving people, but in a way, he kind of is.” You shook your head, feeling his eyes on you as you filled the cauldron. “Thank you, by the way.”

“For what?” You asked, trying desperately to ignore the honeyed way he was looking at you from his seat, your heart beginning to feel sticky from it.

Remus shrugged, sitting straighter. “Making me the potion every day… Being here.”

You glanced at him, catching him confidently staring before turning your back on him as you reached for ingredients, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. “Would you be alone otherwise?”

“I haven’t been alone for a transformation since I was fourteen,” he said quietly, finally averting his eyes as you busied yourself with the cauldron.

“Oh?” You asked, your turn to stare at the side of his head now. “Do you go to a pack, or-”

Remus smiled to himself, shaking his head. “James, Sirius, and Peter are animagi.”

“And they’d join you?” You asked, looking back at the boiling pot. “Rather brave-”

“Well, outside of the cage, yeah,” he mumbled, and you could feel his eyes on the side of your face again as your eyebrows quirked up in thought. “You’re not allowed downstairs tonight,” he said seriously.

You added the wolfsbane, catching his stern stare. “I’ve had my fair share of being face to face with a wolf before-”

“No,” he cut you off, his gaze hardening. “You’re not coming downstairs, alright? I’ll be fine.”

“Remus-”

“Promise me that you’ll stay upstairs.” His hand was on yours suddenly, squeezing, his eyes pleading.

You looked at your hands, heat burning in your ears. “I’ll stay upstairs,” you mumbled, your response making him squeeze your hand harder.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, dropping your hand.

A lull fell over the two of you as you waited for the potion to finish, checking your watch again. Moonrise was in half an hour, and he had to be downstairs before then. The potion should finish in time, but he should’ve drank it an hour ago for him to be asleep in time of his transition. You added an extra drop of dittany and a bit of wormwood, stirring it again in hopes that it would be fine.

The potion plumed blue smoke, and you strained it, handing him the mug. “Bottoms up.”

He drank it, his nose hardly scrunching before he checked his watch, standing. “Lock the door behind me?”

You nodded reluctantly, tailing him to the basement door. He started his descent to the cage in the cold, brick basement.

“Good luck,” you said from the top of the stairs.

He glanced over his shoulder, smiling tightly. “Sleep well, Bane.”

Locking the basement door was hard, almost as hard as hearing Remus lock himself in the cage, the keys hitting the bottom step with a dull thud as he threw them from the cage.

You hoped the potion would kick in at the right time, rendering the wolf tired enough to just fall asleep before any damage could be done.

You hurried to the bedroom, dragging your blanket and pillow into the living room and trading it for Remus’ things. He’d have no choice but to sleep in the bedroom.

You sat on the couch, your bed for the next week, waiting.

Waiting for a noise.

A feeling.

Anything.

A low howl started from the basement, filling the house. Your heart sank. It didn’t kick in in time.

Another howl, this time, it sounded like a wail, rang through, followed by another, and another.

Was he crying? The wolf was crying.

You left Remus to suffer alone in a basement for the first time in five years.

You stood, pacing, as the cries turned to growls. You grabbed the keys and went to the basement door, standing in front of it. He made you promise to stay upstairs.

You couldn’t break that promise, even if he was alone.

You didn’t dare cross him twice.

Your eyes filled with tears as something crashed against the steps, another howl coming from the basement. Sinking against the door, you closed your eyes, your face in your hands.

If you couldn’t even get a potion that you’ve been making for years right for someone who hated what they were, why would you think you could try to help a whole group of ferals who enjoyed it?

Fuck.

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starlightdreaming · 16 days

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Happy(?) Birthday! Pt.1/2

Lucifer x Reader!

Fandom: Hazbin hotel

Content Warning: Angst to comfort, Birthday blues, another vent fic! (mb) Neglected/Abandoned friendship. Also this fic takes place in like a Highschool AU? I guess.

Synopsis: It’s your birthday! Who could possibly forget that?

Further Note: ITS MY BIRTHDAY RAHHH (4/11)

(Insert bday art here idk lol im working on it)

You sighed as you stared out the window on the second floor, head resting under your hand as you leaned into your desk. You watched the birds chirping in the trees, neglecting your work assignment your teacher had given you twenty minutes ago. You never did your work in the first place anyways, you were always doodling or drawing on them, not feeling motivated to do much else.

You heard footsteps approaching you while you were daydreaming, you turn to see your teacher had placed your paperwork down onto your desk, not giving you a glance. You look down at the paper seeing the usual grade you always get, another ‘F’ like anything else. Usually you just don’t turn in any paperwork, you grab your paper from the desk and shoved it in your bag, it already being long forgotten.

You looked out the window again, gray clouds covering the sky, making the day feel all the more duller. Halfway through the day, the bell rang, signaling it was time for lunch. It was the only time you actually enjoyed throughout the day, all your friends and you would hangout together for the good hour of the school day, you grabbed your bag again, putting it against your back, standing up and leaving the classroom. Many kids your age had walked past you, talking to their friends, going to classes and hallways to meet and hang out, the same you were about to do.

You turned in the hallway towards the stairs, following down as the kids flooded every corner of the building. After escaping the staircase you walked down the long hall that passed by the principals office and school library, reaching the cafeteria that held kids as they shouted and ran. The school felt flawed on how many open windows there were, letting random public eyes stare through the schools windows, seeing the many children that were in the facility, it really did bother you but no one seemed to care at all. You put your bag down at one of the small tables in the cafeteria room, walking to the lunch line to get your ‘healthy nutritional meal’ the schools claims them to be.

You scrolled through your phone as you waited, feeling the anxiety gnawing at your body as if the whole school was staring at you. They weren’t obviously but it still felt that way no matter what you did. It was terrible. Your anxiety chipped away when you saw Lucifer walk in the cafeteria, placing his bag next to yours, he saw you waiting in line and waved at you with a cheery smile, you waved back, smiling as well shyly.

He hopped in line with you, not caring what others think. You craved his confidence, confidence that gave you the ability to express yourself without caring or feeling everyone’s judgment upon you. “Happy birthday, Y/n!” He chimed loudly, making your heart sink from the attention you were nothing gathering but you tried your best to brush it off as you tried to keep your focus on your best friend of three years. “Oh, thanks Lulu..” you say nervously, hugging your arm.

“I made you a little something for your birthday but I’ll show you after we get our lunch!” He says excitedly while you both stepped further in the line, grabbing trays and a small milk carton to drink and putting them on your trays, stepping further down the line, getting your meals next, “so what do you plan on doing today?” He asked, looking at you with his ruby red eyes and rosy red cheeks, making your face heat up, “oh, uh.. nothing really..” you say, saddening at the loss of what to do, you felt like it was just a day closer to death and it made you worry.

“Aw don’t worry,” he says nudging you a little, “we can think of something together!” He smiles at you, his fangs showing as he tilted his head. You smiled and looked away, your face feeling more hotter the longer he stared at you.

After you both had got your meals, you both sat down together at the small circular empty table, making you wonder, “where is everyone else?” You asked, looking at Lucifer while he dug in his bag after putting his food down, “oh they’re hanging out with other people today in clubs! Wanted to join em but I didn’t want to leave you here by yourself.” He says as he pulled out a paper, turning to you, “here, I made this for you!” He says, eagerly showing his gift, it was a drawing of you and a bunch of ducks… as if he doodled them out of boredom, “oh, thank you so much Lulu.” You smiled, taking the drawing from him and admiring it with a smile, “it’s really cute.” “yeah? I’m glad!” He says, zipping up his bag and putting it on his back, picking up his tray, “I got to hangout with someone today, we have to discuss our project together but I promise to come back!” He smiles at you comfortingly as your smile faltered, “oh, alright then.” You say as you bring your smile back on your face slightly, trusting he would keep his word.

He left the cafeteria, leaving you alone with no one else. When the year began, your lunch table would be full of your friends, filled with even your friend’s friends, then later over time, your friends started separating in different hang out spots, leaving you here now, alone at your table on your birthday. You sighed as you waited for Lucifer to return, those seconds turned into minutes as time went by, your lunch felt unbearably long as you sat there listening to the other kids around you laughing and smiling, enjoying each others company as they conversed, making you feel all the more lonely. You felt too anxious to try and look for him, wandering the halls while people even gave you a glance in the halls was the last thing you wanted. You wish you could have just been invisible, you think it’s all the better to avoid everyone. Well, it’s not like the opposite is happening to you currently, who would want to even talk to you? You poked at your food, not feeling hungry and definitely not eating whatever the school serves.. it doesn’t even look nutritious or healthy.

You decided to throw your meal away, seeing as Lucifer hadn’t come back yet and lunch was almost over, you still expected him to come, even if he was a little late. He promised. You decided to go on your phone, distracting yourself with the little time there was and not before long; the bell rang.

It seemed like he did forget, even though he promised.

You sighed sadly, slightly betrayed by the trust of that promise, you were going to talk to him about it later.

You opened your bag and took out your binder before you left the cafeteria, staring down at your feet as you held the binder, hugging it. You avoided everyone’s and anyone’s gaze as you walked down the hall, your next class was upstairs, so you had walked up the crowded stairs, feeling your anxiety gnawing you as everyone pushed to go up the steps, when you made it out, you exhaled a breath quietly, not noticing you were holding it. You went to your next classroom door, waiting there as you held your binder, finding comfort in it as if it was like a shield from the world, it wasn’t long before you heard a familiar and loud laugh, you looked up and saw Lucifer with Lilith, he was smiling widely as he walked past you, not even acknowledging or noticing you, your heart sank, it further confirmed that he had actually forgotten about you and it hurt you. You raised your binder up to your face, hiding the tears forming from watching Lucifer happily spend time with someone else rather than you.

To you, Lucifer was your first. In a room full of people, you would choose Lucifer but as you watched Lucifer walk down the hall, looking at Lilith so attentively, you could tell he would never choose you. The thought made you go further into a rabbit hole, if Lucifer was the closest person to you in all the people you have had ever met.. does that mean no one would choose you as their first? You sucked in a breath, feeling your tears start to flow, you immediately wiped them away, your anxiety rising in you again, you were afraid someone would start asking questions or concerns and that would make your crying worse.

The teacher finally opened the door and you walked in first, looking down and using your hair to hide your tears, you sat at a desk that was at the corner of the wall, you turned to it, hiding your reddened face. You quietly sniffled as you used your sweaters sleeves to wipe and clean your face, you tried to distract yourself with something else, trying to stop the tears and thoughts, embarrassed to cry in public. You just wanted to go home and hide in your bed, hide away from the world.

You ignored the teacher as she began to ramble on with her lecture, you picked up your pencil and pulled out a paper from your binder, drawing and doodling to distract yourself. You felt completely blue, you didn’t feel like it was your birthday anymore after seeing Lucifer had forgotten or stopped caring about it anymore, you looked at the drawing he had made you and you were holding onto that sliver of hope that maybe he just didn’t notice you in the hallway and you were just being dramatic, thats all.

You lied to yourself, finding a sliver of comfort in it and that was the whole point. You always lied to comfort yourself, it was a coping mechanism at this point and it was the only comfort you could find in your life currently. When you pulled out the drawing Lucifer had made and saw yourself smiling on the paper, you wish you had felt the same way the drawing had did. You wanted to just have a birthday where you sat at the middle of the table, a cake in front of you lit in candles, you wanted all your friends and family to be surrounding you, singing and telling happy birthday with smiles on their faces, it’s all you wanted for your simple birthday.

Although you couldn’t see it being true to happen, you could just daydream and even draw it the scenario and thats what you did. You drew yourself and all those ‘friends’ you had, it was terribly made but it made you somewhat smile, you felt like you were in the drawing somewhat, like it actually happened and wasn’t just a doodle to cope, it felt surreal.

after one drawing, you drew another, indulging yourself in a fantasy with art, you kept drawing yourself in scenarios of you and characters you had made, blocking out the reality of your classes and school assignments as you were wallowed up in your own world, living in it now.

You had spent the entire day drawing, relieved school was now over for the day, you got the chance to finally look for Lucifer and talk to him, hoping he didn’t just completely forget you like everyone else had.

After going down the hallways, heading toward the front of the school for buses and car pick ups, you saw Lucifer talking with Lilith but that didn’t matter, what mattered was that he would go to your party - if he even remembered.

“Hey Lucifer, are you still going to my party?” you chimed, throwing your anxiety and intrusive thoughts out the window for a moment to ask him that question genuinely. You had spoke rather loudly, alerting people around you but you definitely caught Lucifers attention, when he turned to you, your smile faltered. Lucifer was looking at you and not in a pleasant way either, he looked at you with an estranged look, like as if you were a stranger and was confused as to why you were even inviting him to such an event. It made you step back in surprise from his expression, you looked around you and saw people staring at you, Lilith included and it made your heart sink, your anxiety spiking from the judgmental looks that surrounded you.

You began to panic, seeing all eyes were on you now, you waved at Lucifer, laughing nervously as you wanted to leave the situation quickly, “nevermind, i’ll figure it out!” You say awkwardly before walking out the building rather quickly. You hid at a corner of the school panting, you threw your bag to the side as you leaned against the wall and sat down, hugging yourself as you tried to calm your breathing, your tears falling down your face from the stress of the situation you were in a moment ago.

You wiped your face, hearing your phone in your pocket buzz. It was your mom, she texted you that she was here to pick you up, you felt rather relieved. You didn’t have to endure the bus ride home and you could avoid Lucifer too, you cleaned your face as quickly and perfectly as you could, grabbing your bag as you stood up to text your mom where you were specifically.

After a bit, your tears dried up and your mom drove to the lot, you walked to the car, getting in as you set your beg next to you, looking at your mom with a smile.

It was a comfortable drive, your mom had asked you what you had wanted for your birthday, a cake was included. As you spent time with your momma, you had gotten yourself a laptop, your mother agreeing to pay it for you, you were happy and rather excited to be able to use the new device for your school work (further art projects).

The way home was rather rejuvenating from the dreadful day you had to endure, feeling like no one had wanted to even or care about your day of your birth, your mom had made it all the more better, he sweet smile and a song chimed of your birthday, your family somewhat cared, they cared more than what you had expected, it was much but it was just enough for you to feel better about your day.

You had clicked and messed with your new laptop your mom had gifted you, not caring about the know at your door. You saw your mom was on her way to open it anyways so you didn’t bother as you kept typing in your notes and opening sites as you smiled only for time to stop when you heard a familiar male voice at the door, asking and calling for you, “Y/n is home right? I didn’t see her at the bus stop on the way home like we were supposed to.”

You stood up to go to the front door curiously, your mom smiled as she spoke, “yes, shes right here!” she chimed, turning to you and gesturing you to talk with your friend at the door, you saw the familiar blonde and immediately knew it was Lucifer, you wanted to just close the door but that would make your mom raise concerns you didn’t want her to worry about, “Happy Birthday Y/n.” Lucifer smiled at you, dressed somewhat formally, he was wearing something different than what he wore at school, you smiled nervously as you avoided his gaze, “thanks..” you say as you fiddled with the front door knob, kinda just wanting to hide away in your room now.

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cliffhanger and rushed, mb gang (just wanted to get this posted.)

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laniluvsuu · 9 months

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Tidal wave

I lowkey don’t like this…also I didn’t proofread🌚😣 this is so long mb y’all..

Camboy Satoru Gojo x Camgirl Blackfemreader

You and Gojo were cam workers, and not too long ago you both made the choice to work together one night, a show for your fans.

You quickly made your way down your steps to answer the door for your special guest. You opened the door to reveal Gojo’s icy blue eyes staring back at you with a soft smirk.

“Hi Gojo, come in..!” You said giving him a smile while moving your body slightly to the side so he had room to enter. As he walked into your house you noticed he was wearing grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt, which was decorated with a sliver chain, while his ears decorated with diamond studs.

“Hey pretty girl.” He said as he took his shoes off and followed behind you as you lead him towards your filming room. He smiled as he walked in thinking about ways he was going to fuck you up in this room.

As he continued looking around the room, he also took note in your body language. You were nervous, which made his ego rise higher than before. “You nervous y/n?” He said with a smirk on his face while he walked around the room.

“Hmm? No. Why?” You said as you poked your head out of the bathroom connected to the room Gojo was inspecting. You were nervous but excited too, Gojo was fine as hell, and his videos were even better.

“Oh? Then never mind.” He smirked at you while he manspread on the bed you two were gonna be soon.

You came out of the bathroom to log into your computer to see how much time the two of you had left, and it was twenty minutes before it was time. You set the cameras up to your website, so when the time was up the show would immediately start. You listened to Gojo ramble on about how excited his fans and yours were when word got out you two would be collaborating.

“We got twenty minutes left.” You said as you made your way to the bed to sit next to him. He nodded and grabbed you before you could sit on the bed and sat you on his lap. He grabbed your face gently, bringing it in closer into his, placing a kiss on your lips, you quickly kissed him back. Moving your hands up to run them threw his platinum blonde hair.

His hands moved down to your covered ass and your thighs, rubbing them softly while sticking his tongue into your mouth. You let out a soft moan feeling his tongue roam your mouth. By the time you two pulled away from the kiss, you looked back at your computer to see the time now being 10 minutes.

“Oh shit.” You said getting off of Gojo’s lap to go grab the mask for your face. You watched as Gojo’s eyes flashed between your face and the mask in your hand with a questioning look.

“You don’t have to wear one. I just wear mines for fun.” You said as you could tell what he was thinking just by his facial expression.

You then noticed your five minute reminder going off you pressed stop on the loud alarm, and felt Gojo’s strong arms wrap around you. He dipped his head into your neck, placing small, hot kisses, while walking you slowly to the bed. Once you two made it to the bed directly infront of the camera you heard him say. “Lay on your back for me mama.”

You did what he said almost immediately, watching him take his shirt off on top of you revealing his inked covered skin as he leaned down to place several kisses on your glossy lips. Once the two of you pulled away you looked over to see a red dot on your webcam indicating your viewers were watching.

You felt Gojo’s veiny hands tugging and pulling down your pants, he smiled once he completely took them off and saw you went wearing any underwear, this gave him easy access to your pretty pussy. “No panties? You make it so easy for me.” He said as he leveled himself down to your pussy, still keeping eye contact with you.

He wasted no time pushing his head into your pussy. You let out a soft moan once you felt his fingers spread you pussy lips and his pink tongue slide up and down your pussy, before he starting eating you out.

You felt his middle finger move in and out of your puckering hole, his nose nudging your clit each time he moved his head. He groaned against your pussy as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, moving his fingers up to mess with your clit.

Each movement he made with his fingers had your legs twitching around his head as you brought your hands down to his platinum head of hair, attempting to push his face down further into your pussy as if it was possible.

He lifted his head up to spit on your pussy then going back down to lick your pussy up and down leaving his fingers messing with your clit, moving them around in circles as he kissed on your pussy.

“You ready for me Mama?.” He said as he lifted his head and body up, licking the juice from your body off his face. You nodded your head as you watched him lower his sweatpants and his underwear.

You payed attention to the way his hard dick sprung out and hit his lower abs, he walked closer to you and slapped his dick on your pussy, hitting your clit each time.

His eyes met yours before he said “ass up face down for me baby, wanna show our fans how much of a slut you really are.” He said knowing that your covered face would be facing the camera while he watched you get into the position he requested, he watched you move back your ass back to reach his pelvis, grinding your wet pussy on his dick, he swore he could cum just by this.

You let out a squeal when he slapped your ass watching it jiggle each time he did it. “Gojo…please.” You begged him not being able to take it anymore just wanting him to fill you up.

“Shh…shh. I gotchu mama. Don’t worry.” He said as he pushed himself into your pussy groaning out once he felt how warm and tight your pussy felt around his huge dick. His inked hands reached up to your hips, harshly bringing them back to collide with his.

“Mmph f—fuck yes!!” You yelled to him digging your head down into the pillow below you, once you felt him progressively speed up you moved you hands back to slow him down, you slapped on his lower abdomen. That only resulted in him now holding your hands back as he fucked you even harder.

The way he was fucking you, you felt like he was gonna break your pussy. You felt his pink tip kiss your cervix over and over again. You moved your head to look back at him with tears from pleasure falling down from your eyes. Once you two made eye contact you watched his face turn up into a smirk, he could see the tears falling from underneath your mask. You then watched as his hands reached up to head to turn your face towards your webcam.

“Awh baby, f—fuck. you crying?” He said groaning at the way you clenched on his dick when the words left his mouth. You couldn’t even get a word out, your mouth opened with an “O”, broken sobs coming out of your lips.

“Take this shit off. Let them see those tears baby.” He said as he started to remove your mask, but stopped once he saw you moving your hand over to the button to turn your lamp off so they wouldn’t be able to see your face. He stopped your actions by slapping your ass so hard your brown cheek instantly turned red.

“Don’t you fucking dare turn the lights out, I want them to see your beautiful face.” He said slapping your ass again but this time as a warning. “Let me take your mask off mama.” He said to you as he slowed down his strokes in your dripping wet cunt. You just nodded unable to form words bc of how good his dick felt inside of you, the way you felt every vein on his dick touch your gummy walls, and the way his tip attacked your cervix made you feel light headed.

As he took off your mask he put his left hand under your neck and force you to look up at him. He kept his right hand down at your hip as he sped up his moments even faster this time, looking down into your eyes, his smirk growing larger as he saw more tears falling from your watery.

“Mhmpf please d—daddy! slow down!” You moaned out to him in broken sobs as you felt your lower stomach warming up. You couldn’t even think. You mind cloudy and filled with nothing but Gojo and his dick.

Gojo just smiled down at you moving his hips harder into your bruised pussy, he leaned his head down to kiss you, the kiss was so intense, filled with passion and need. It felt like passion was dripping off the walls and into the kiss. He felt your ass slapping his pelvis each time he brought you back on his dick. He moved his right hand from your hip to your chest to free your boobs from your tank top, letting them spill out.

“O-oh im gonna c-cum!” You yelled out the second you two pulled away from the kiss. Gojo took his hand from under you neck to place it on the back of your head pushing your face down into the pillow, and moved his left hand down to play with your clit, fucking you harder and faster once he felt both of your climaxes approaching.

“Go head’ baby im right there with you, oh f-fuck!” Gojo called out as he felt you cum all over his dick. Once you came he came, shooting his load in your cunt, painting your walls white. He couldn’t take how wet, and tight your pussy was around his cock.

You moaned softly as he kept moving slowly, pushing his ongoing load deeper into your pussy, you heard him whimper behind you when you clenched around him as he finished inside of you.

Gojo collapsed on top of you stuffing his head into the crease of your neck, and reaching his long arm up to turn your webcam off and stop the show for your viewers.

Gojo moved his right hand back to caress your ass while whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he kissed his way back down to your ass. He started moving his pelvis, feeding his dick back into your tight pussy and saying. “You can be a good girl and go again for me right?”

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tmbgaresuck · 1 month

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Please explain to me the Marty Beller lore

!LONG POST!

Marty Beller- The Early Days?

marty, comparted to the Johns, has a very cloudy past that we know nothing about. All we know is that he joined TMBG at some point

one theory I've seen floating around it that Marty's parents couldn't afford their bills, so they ended up SELLING Marty to TMBG! This would explain why his name is Marty.

The Assassin?

Marty Beller is known for being fast, drumming, and being precise. All skills needed to be an ASSASSIN! Also, look into Marty Beller's sinister face and tell me he hasn't killed before.

i knew of this kid named James Piest and he liked TMBG EXCEPT he wasn't too keen on John Linnell. No idea why you'd like the band if you hate one of the leaders. Anyways, Marty Beller 'escorted' him personally to his car...but actually not! They found James DEAD on the cold disgusting asphalt with a lot of blood and a lot of bullet casings and on the car door it said- 'WORK OF MB'...Marty Beller?

also, while no big media outlet will talk about this, David Byrne found a letter neatly tucked into his car wipers that said "COLLAB WITH TMBG OR DIE YOU DIE MB"...suspicious.

The need for a second Marty

since every member has a buddy, it'd just make sense for Marty to have one. But poor ol Marty Smeller doesn't...or does he? Did?

you know how sometimes how siblings kill each other? Maybe that's what happened to the other Marty. This seemingly random skeleton pictured above is standing right next to where the OTHER Marty would be...that's very weird, don't you think? So you shouldn't feel bad about Marty not having a second half, because he likely did and just killed him.

Is it REALLY Marty Beller?

In 2011, TMBG released a song called "Marty Beller Mask", which subtly revealed that Marty Beller was IN FACT Whitney Houston.

as you can see, it is very very easy to get in possession of a Marty Beller mask. In 2009, thats when Whitney Houston released her last album and then likely when she took over Marty Beller's life. She does a good job but I wish she'd stop being so evil and stop promoting her music all the time.

this isn't even Marty's fault, it shows the callousness of TMBG just letting their bandmate get his identity tooken over. It makes it a little less dark if you think that she just takes over for live performances because she is so talented

MISC

There has never been anyone named Marty Beller registered with the SSA...hmmm

The song Doctor Worm may be in reference to how Marty faked being a doctor because it talks about how much this "Doctor Worm" fellow likes playing the drums but is a fake doctor. This song interpretation opens new and scary truths

He kind of looks like he'd own a place where they sell artisanal burgers and only hire hipsters with a lot of piercings

hope this didn't scare you too bad

#tmbg #tmbgaresuck #long post #Marty beller

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yukiumisakura25 · 7 months

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First Date Back Ch. 2

AN: Not a whole lotta sneezing in this second part, but it is cute I promise! Also alittle SMUTTY but yeah.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: TAKEMIKEY (Takemichi and Mikey)

CW: It’s messy, description of snot, sneezing, contagion, spoiler alert, light smut and cussing.

Synopsis: Takemichi has a date with Mikey, but Mikey shows up late and is sick as a dog.

The ferris wheel operator looked between Takemitchy and Mikey as they came up to the front of the line. Mikey held onto Takemitchy’s arm as he had an expression between exhaustion and excitement. Takemitchy gave the operator a knowing look and showed him the tickets. The operator stepped to the side, allowing them both on, waiting for them to sit before closing the door.

“Okay Mikey, we made it.” Takemitchy smiled down at Mikey, unsure if he was still coherent. Mikey leaned further into Takemitchy, a gentle smile on his face.

“Great…we mbade it.” Mikey sighed, which turned into a congested cough. Takemitchy frowned and rubbed his back, worried about Mikey’s wellbeing. The ferris wheel began to move, and Takemitchy took Mikey’s hand into his own.

“I really missed you Mikey.” Takemitchy confessed after Mikey’s fit died down, leaving him a sniveling mess.

“I mbissed you too, Mbitchy.” Mikey used his free hand to rub his nose, his head leaning on Takemitchy’s arm.

“I was worried, I mbean, sniff you seembed different. These past few days, you were distant from mbe, from everyone.” Mikey tilted his head up to catch Takemitchy’s eyes.

“I was hoping you’d open up to mbe. And what better way thdan sniff a date?” Takemitchy blushed at Mikey’s flushed face, and how forward Mikey was. Mikey’s eyes crinkled and his mouth opened slightly.

“Heh” Takemitchy was prepared this time, not forgetting to grab some tissues from the gift store on the way to the ferris wheel. He pulled out the pre-opened packet with his free hand.

“Heh- Mb- Mbitchy-…” Mikey hitched with a runny nose; his head still tilted up towards Takemitchy.

“It’s okay Mikey, I got you.” Takemitchy spoke with a gentle tone, holding the tissues up to Mikey’s face. No second sooner, Mikey pitched forward.

“"Eh'hehTSHU!” Takemitchy could feel the warmness as it splattered into the tissue. He waited a moment to make sure Mikey was done. Mikey sniffled, a sign he was done for this second. Takemitchy pulled away and pinched off Mikey’s nose, keeping the mess in the tissue as much as possible. Mikey stood still as Takemitchy used the tissue to clean up his face, his ears red from either the fever or embarrassment.

“Imb Sorry.” Mikey sniffled, looking at the ground.

“It’s fine Mikey. Hey, I know what will make you feel better.” Takemitchy pointed across towards the window, showing the beautiful scenery in the bright sunlight. Mikey looked and smiled, seeing as they were near the top.

“Mbitchy~ sniff.” Mikey moved closer to Takemitchy, pulling himself up to come face to face with him. Takemitchy blushed and scooted away, Mikey following right after him.

“M-Mikey?” Takemitchy leaned back as Mikey was a breath away, his eyes lighting up as his mouth pulled into a smile. Mikey cupped a hand to Takemitchy’s cheek and leaned in, closing his eyes slowly.

“Mik-“ Takemitchy was cut off by warm chapped lips against his. Mikey leaned in further as Takemitchy was trying to get over the shock of Mikey kissing him.

Mikey. Kissing.

Still shocked, Takemitchy opened his mouth to speak, and Mikey used that as an opportunity to stick his tongue in. Takemitchy wasn’t going to let this chance go to waste and began kissing him back. In seconds, Takemitchy was full on making out with Mikey, tasting the cherry cough drops Mikey had eaten recently as their tongues fought for dominance. Takemitchy’s hands ran through Mikey’s hair as Mikey had a gentle but firm grip on his face, as if he let go Takemitchy would pull away. Some point between the making out, Mikey had pushed Takemitchy up against the glass wall next to him, trailing a hand from his face to his side to his back.

“Mikey.” Takemitchy breathed out in between gulps of air, before Mikey pulled him back in for more. Mikey’s hand was sliding to Takemitchy’s backside when he felt a tingle in his nose. Takemitchy felt Mikey’s nose twitch, but couldn’t think much of it as Mikey placed his knee between Takemitchy’s legs. He felt Mikey’s breathing hitch, causing him to take a good look at Mikey’s face.

Wait. Wait Mikey Don’t-

Mikey broke the kiss just in time to sneeze between their chests, covering both their shirts in a snotty spittle.

“HAPTSCHEW! Heh- HE’PSHUH! Ha- haPHEW!” Each sneeze left another layer of slick mess on their shirts, Takemitchy’s taking the brunt of it. At least Mikey was aiming down instead of in Takemitchy’s face, as he was now using his hands to hold Mikey’s shoulders to keep him stable. By the time the fit subsided, Mikey was swaying and both nostrils had thick ropes of slime trailing down to either Mikey’s or Takemitchy’s shirt.

Unsure what to say, Takemitchy used a hand to pull out the tissues from his pockets to clean up Mikey’s face.

“Mb sorry Mbitchy.” Takemitchy frowned as Mikey sniffed, seeing his glazed over eyes water. Takemitchy first cupped Mikey’s nose with the tissues.

“Blow.” Mikey didn’t need to be told twice, but he looked so shameful as he looked away while Takemitchy pinched his nose. The ferris wheel came to a halt as their cart reached the bottom. With the rest of theup just smearing Takemitchy tried to clean off his and mikey’s shirt as quickly as he could, but ended up just smearing it in.

“Lets get you home Mikey.” Takemitchy said quietly, standing up and held a hand out to Mikey. Mikey frowned deeper but took Takemitchy’s hand and allowed him to help him up. Mikey swayed and fell into Takemitchy, who caught him and helped keep him up as he led them out of the cart. A few steps forwards, he looked around for any signs of Draken or Mitsuya.

“Are you mbad?” Mikey as quietly. Takemitchy looked at the man in his arm, furrowing his brows.

“I’m not mad Mikey, I’m just really worried about you.” He used the back of his other hand to check Mikey’s forehead.

“Mikey I think your fever went up.” He said with concern. Mikey huffed, annoyed with himself and his traitorous body.

“Dis didn’t go as planned at all. Sniff” Mikey grumbled, leaning more into Takemitchy as he breathes from his mouth, too stuffed up otherwise.

“Well to be fair, I wasn’t expecting you to kiss me.” Takemitchy said, alittle shy about the display of affection. Mikey opened his mouth to speak but just ended up coughing. Frowning, Takemitchy rubbed his back to help him until it died down.

“Dambit! I just wanted to ask you out rombantically and shit!” Mikey yelled in frustration, irritating his throat more and sent him coughing again.

“You wanted to ask me out? Like.. like out-out?” Takemitchy turned red as he processed what he just heard.

“Of course, ids why I asked you ou-.. heh..a-asked you..o-o- he’PTSCHUW!” Mikey whipped his head to the side, spraying a couple who were walking by on accident. They only gave him a dirty look before continuing on their way, probably to go sanitize themselves.

“Fug!” Mikey sniffed, dragging his sleeve across his red, abused nose. If he has any more usable tissues, Takemitchy would have given them to him.

“Oi, Mikey! Takemitchy!” Draken came jogging over with Mitsuya and Baji in tow.

“Woah Mikey, you look like shit.” Baji said, as if he were seeing an alien. Mikey only had the energy to glare at him before his nose began to run again.

“Stop it Baji, here Mikey.” Mitsuya pulled out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed some to Mikey.

“Danks.” Mikey muttered before blowing his nose, squishing his nose up and down to try to get rid of that itch.

“Thanks Takemitchy, for going along with our dumbass leader.” Draken sighed, passing the care taking job to Mitsuya.

“Of course Draken, it was really no problem. I do have to get home and shower though.” He winced as he felt the dried mucus touch his skin from his shirt.

“You’re not combing Mbitchy?” Mikey tried to give him puppy dog eyes, but the snot running down his face and the clear exhaustion made it less effective.

“Hell no Takemitchy ain’t coming Mikey! You snotted all over him!” Draken growled out to Mikey, as if he had the audacity to ask that.

“I’ll see you later Mikey.” Takemitchy gave him a small smile, not refuting what Draken said. Mikey tched before coughing again.

Before he was led away, Takemitchy called out.

“And when you’re better, we can give the date a second try.”

Mikey turned back towards Takemitchy, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah, Id like that!” He beamed, before his nose crinkled and he sneezed, earning an earful from Draken as he was pulled by Mitsuya out of the park.

Yeah, things are going to be okay.

~Plz Don’t Repost To Non-Snzfic Blogs~

#snzfic #takemikey #tokyo revengers #snz mess #snotty #sano manjiro #takemitchy #snz fet #snz kink #sneezefic #mikey x takemichi #YUS25 Fics #fanfic #fanfiction #sick fanfiction #sickfic

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thepeanutbutterwizard · 1 year

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Ok, I wanna talk about those diverging Owl House au's I thought of. One of them uses something from the finale as a big plot point, but I'll put that under a read more.

But yeah! Here we go!

So you guys know how it was mentioned in S2 that Titans Blood mixing with water can create temporary portals between realms? Well let's go back to King on his little island sometime before Eda shows up. Both of these au's start with tiny little King wandering out of the...temple? that he hatched in and that Jean-Luc is confined to.

He explores the island a bit, and ends up tripping and scraping his palm or knee, just some small minor injury that would produce a little bleeding. King ends up opening a portal, either by trying to wash the blood out of his fur in a pond or stream or something, or by falling into that body of water.

King Noceda au

First off is the one where he falls in. And I wanna start off by saying that this is a crack offshoot of my first idea, so we're going to pretend that there aren't a million different plot holes that would make this au garbage nonsense.

King slips into a body of water too deep for him to swim in, and with his little scrape his blood mixes with the water, and next thing he knows he's being pulled out of the water and into the Human Realm by a young (about six years old) Luz Noceda!

The Nocedas haven't moved to Gravesfield yet, the portal opened near their old home. Luz, who was exploring a wooded area near her home at the time, rushes a soaked, freaked out, and half drowned King home, where Camila, being a vet, is more than able to treat King, even if she's wary of the fact that this adorable but weird dog thing Luz brought home has a skull for a head.

At first Manny, Camila, and Luz think King is just a weird dog, but then he starts talking.

So King grows up raised by Camila and Manny with Luz in the Human Realm! I'm gonna say that they're able to get buy using disguises like the Plantars used in Amphibia, and pretend that that would be the only thing the Nocedas have to worry about regarding raising a Demon in the Human Realm.

Things with Manny unfortunately go the same as in cannon, and even though having a little brother for most of her life means Luz is less lonely, school is still sucky and the Principal still pressures Camila into sending Luz to the summer camp.

Luz still chases Owlbert through the portal, but with King following her, both winding up in the Boiling Isles, and after that this set-up makes following cannon closely kinda impossible since even with Vee coming through the portal she could only fake being one person.

And thats pretty much it for this one, just a funny crack au about improbable adoption regarding characters I like. If I had a nickel for every time i made one of those, I'd have at least two, mb three depending on if you count VT.

But anyway, onto the more thought out au. It will be under a cut like I said earlier so anyone who hasn't seen the finale yet doesn't get spoiled by the thing I'm incorporating into this version. But I will leave the name I'm currently using for it.

Half-siblings au

So in this one everything starts the same, but instead of King falling into the water that opens the portal, he just like, tries to clean the bit of blood out of his fur and accidently opens the portal. Luz, still out playing in the woods behind her home, sees the pond and that the reflection in the water doesn't actually match the woods. She gets excited, rightly thinking it's some cool magic thing like out of the books her Dad reads to her before bed.

She falls in on accident trying to get a better look, and pops up in the Demon Realm. Luz see's King immediately and reacts the same way she does in cannon.

Since she's an excitable six year old with a love of fantasy and an overactive imagination, Luz doesn't really panic at her suddenly being transported to a different world. She sees it as a fun adventure, and those always end happily!

Right?

So Luz spends a little time with King out in the woods. King quickly warms up to her and Luz thinks he's absolutely adorable (and really hopes that she can take him home with her once she finishes her adventure)

They play in the woods a bit, but Luz notices King's getting tired (and she's kinda tired as well) so she picks him up and asks which way his home is. King points in the general direction he came from, and Luz quickly finds the temple. King dozed off in her arms, and Luz was excited to see who or what lives in there!

Mb other creatures like her new little friend? His family? Oh! mb an exiled ruler, waiting for a chance to reclaim their throne! Or a cranky old sorcerer who's looking for an apprentice!

Her mind is racing with excitement as she steps foot in the temple.

Unfortunately, the only thing waiting in the temple is Jean-Luc. And Jean-Luc was made to protect King from anyone or anything; it doesn't matter that Luz is a little kid, she's in the temple and she's not a Titan, so she's a threat to be dealt with.

Papa Titan watches the guard he made to protect his child kill a six-year-old in horror from the Inbetween. She watched as this little human fell into the Boiling Isles, and immediately befriend his only living child, just to be killed for trying to help King get back home.

She won't let that stand. So, much like in cannon, he stops Luz from sinking down into the depths, and gives her a second chance at life.

Luz doesn't really understand what just happened. Jean-Luc got her from behind, so to Luz one minute she was walking into the big tower with her new little friend, and now she's wading through water? in a weird glowy place full of floating boxes and there's a big hairy person kneeling in front of her.

Luz's resurrection is a bit different from cannon. Bc its a few years earlier (and Belos hasn't embraced being a literal tumor yet), Papa Titan has a bit more juice left, so she doesn't finally fully pass on after bringing Luz back (I like him too much to not give myself an opportunity to use him at least one more time in this au). And instead of Luz temporarily being in Titan mode with all the powers that come with it, she's just permanently part Titan now, and if she can use magic to that extent she doesn't figure out how for a while.

As much as I love her cannon Titan form, since this au has Luz as permanently half Titan (or, well, i think it'd technically be one third Titan) she's gonna look more like some of these concepts.

((Small side note, I know why cannon went with the more witchy looking form, since Luz always wanted to be a witch, but look at these!! Look at my girl!!! She looks so cool!!))

So yeah, Luz comes to in the temple with King snuggled next to her, having slept through...everything that just happened. She just kinda figures that she was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she sat down, and then she had a dream about one of the murals in the temple.

A month or two later, Eda shows up.

Luz has realized that this isn't like one of her dad's bedtime stories by this point, and she just really wants to take her little friend and go home to her parents. Eda, at first, thinks King and Luz are half siblings through a demon parent, and doesn't fully believe Luz when she claims she's actually a Human.

But Luz's knowledge of Human items and her being fluent in Spanish (a language which doesn't exist in the Demon Realm), among a few other things, quickly leads Eda to the conclusion that yes, this kid is from the Human Realm and something really really weird happened to her.

The first thing on Luz's mind, once she and King have been brought back to the Owl House and fed and cleaned up, is getting back to Camila and Manny. Unfortunately, this isn't an easy task.

Luz, being 6ish, doesn't really know where she lives. She remembers parts of her address, and that they live in America, but other than that and her last name, she's got nothing (idk if Noceda is a common last name, so let's just pretend that it's common enough in this world that it wouldn't be helpful in tracking down Luz's parents).

And it's not like Eda can just help her come up with a good story and then drop her off at the Gravesfield police station; Luz might not stand out in the Demon Realm, but in the Human Realm her new Titan traits could get her killed.

So Eda spends the next few years raising both Luz and King, while trying to find Luz's parents in the Human Realm with no success.

Until Luz is around fourteen, and a certain heartbroken veterinarian living alone in Gravesfield chases a thieving little owl into a shack in the woods.

Ok, that's it for now. I have a lot more thought out for the Half Siblings au (not sold on that name, suggestions are welcome), like how certain events go, but I think this post has gotten long enough.

#the owl house #owl house #toh #toh au #the owl house au #owl house au #owl house luz #luz noceda #owl house king #king clawthorne #owl house eda #eda clawthorne #eda the owl lady #owl house camila #camila noceda #half sibling au #king noceda au

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neuroticbookworm · 6 months

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Tagged by my dear friends/mutuals/incoherent scream sesh partners @twig-tea (here), @colourme-feral (here), @blmpff (here), @telomeke (here) and @waitmyturtles (here)

Current Time: nearly 5:00 PM

Current activity: Doomscrolling on social media (not recommended), writing this post (highly recommended, please interact on Tumblr, that's what makes this hellsite fun!)

Currently thinking about: Just watched the IFYLITA finale this morning with my bestie @lurkingshan, so my brain is currently ??????-ing all the different iterations of Yai we got to see (I like that Commander Yai looks more self-assured and confident than our widdle-20-something-lost-and-confused-baby Yai, but, DEAR LORD, The Mustache has to go. Just.. nope. Get that man a razor, STAT). Oh, and also, thinking about dinner.

Current favourite song: I recently watched Utsukushii Kare / My Beautiful Man (Season 1) a few days ago and I have the song from the opening credits stuck in my head on repeat: Caramel / カラメル by Mosawo / もさを。(Original MV with English captions)

(I'm also gonna link the Utsukushii Kare Lyric MV from MBS because I want Kiyoi's pretty face on my post)

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I've also been feeling nostalgic lately and listening to some decade-old bangers from my teen years (ah time, thou art a cruel wench)

Patakha Guddi lyrics, translated from Hindi, here

Mogathirai lyrics, translated from Tamil, here

Currently reading: Nothin' but meta posts from the lovely big-brained folks of Tumblrville

Currently watching: Oooooh. I actually wrapped up a lot of live watches and caught up on some incredible shows last week, so lemme do 3 mini-lists:

Recently Watched: Only Friends, Utsukushii Kare / My Beautiful Man, If It's With You / Kimi to Nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo, I Feel You Linger In The Air

Currently Watching: Midnight Diner / Shinya Shokudo, endless reruns of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and Community

Next-Up on the Watchlist: I Cannot Reach You / Kimi ni wa Todokanai, Shadow, Dark Blue Kiss, Middleman's Love, Last Twilight, Playboyy, The Whisperer

Current favourite character: Ryuji from If It's With You.

< mild spoilers ahead for If It's With You >

This show did an incredible job portraying two people who have different levels/intensities of desire for one another and I was *floored* when Ryuji responded to Amane's confession in episode 4 with so much care, thoughtfulness and respect for both Amane's desire and his own boundaries. "Please make it one sided for a while" will live in my head rent free for the foreseeable future.

And Amane and Ryuji's conversation at the beach in the finale was another heartfelt and expertly written moment. I deeply adore how Ryuji basically went "I miss you and want to meet you whenever I feel like it, and if that means being a lover, then so be it. Let's date".

So yeah, I'm in love with this highly articulate, fictional, Japanese teenage boy

Current WIP: Ohhhhh man, SO MANY. The most pressing one is a retrospective meta on the Only Friends finale, which I must release into the wild before people move on from the show

Tags: I'm epically late to this one, so I might tag folks who have already done this, so if I do, apologies, friends!

@bengiyo, @italianpersonwithashippersheart, @sunshinechay, @syrena-del-mar, @ranchthoughts, @troubled-mind, @sorry-bonebag, @so-much-yet-to-learn and anyone else who wants to participate. No presh!

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dem0nguy · 3 months

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Ive been infected by the AU bug (Ive got like 5 different AUs for MB now help—)

HOWEVER, this does give me an excuse to ramble about said AUs >:3

So how bout I ramble about the one I ever-so-conveniently drew art for?

MUTANT BUSTERS STEAMPUNK AU :DDDDD

Ima be honest, I originally created this just so I could put the sillies in fancy outfits. But then I added lore…

(The outfits in question:)

(Before I start ima just say that none of the characters go by their aliases, bc it just wouldn’t make sense here (and like, their names are cool and get no use in the show, they need use >:/ ))

So Jim(Sheriff) and Ryan live in a poor rural town in the middle of nowhere. Ryan works as a blacksmith, and Jim is an aspiring inventor (he’s not very good at the inventing part… just the ideas.)

Ryan wants Jim to learn how to be a blacksmith like he is, because it’s a reliable job and he doesn’t see Jim going very far in his inventing career.

Obviously, Jim doesn’t listen to him.

On one particularly boring day, an aspiring entrepreneur/inventor rolls into town. He introduces himself as Max(Shooter) Kojima, and says he’s looking for someone to help jumpstart his business with him. Jim quickly volunteers, but Ryan stops him, and forces him to come home.

Jim, however, is a persistent little bitch. So he sneaks out at night and joins up with Max; who gives him a prototype bionic arm as a gift.

Somewhere along their journey, Max reveals that he stole a powerful source of energy contained in a gem (*cough* MORPHONITE *cough*) from the lead entrepreneurs, Wart and Verruca, and plans to use it for his own inventions.

Jim is honestly so awed by the gem that he doesn’t care if it was stolen or not.

(At this point, Ryan has realized Jim is missing. So he sets out on a mission to find him)

Unfortunately, Max and Jim were not the only ones after the gem. Vegan-Su and BP steal it from them, so the two set off on a mission to get it back.

When they finally confront Vegan and BP, they explain that the gem was created by their father (Dr. White) and was stolen from him. So they were trying to get it back. But Max and Jim don’t care, and just as they’re about to walk off with the gem; Alexander(Brutux) steals it from them. All four then decide to work together to get the gem back.

Alexander works for Wart and Verruca, and was sent to go find the gem. But he doesn’t actually know what it is, nor the importance of it. When Jim, Max, Vegan, and BP catch up to him, they explain that the gem was created by Dr. White. Alexander then proceeds to fanboy about Dr. White and join the group.

(Jim and Max were gonna steal the gem back, but now they’re in too deep to get out so yk….)

(Also unrelated but Jim and Max are gay for each other bc you don’t just run off with a man in the middle of the night and NOT fall in love with him.)

The five start on their way to Dr. White’s place, just before they reach it, Jim gets a letter. The letter states that Ryan has been kidnapped by Wart and Verruca, and if the gem isn’t returned to them, he will be killed.

So they change course, and head for Wart and Verruca’s business place: Panic Mechanics (I’m so good at naming things/j) They make the trade for Ryan (who thoroughly scolds Jim, but is thankful for being saved.) Then unsure of what to do next, they head to Dr. White’s place.

(Dr. White is kinda like an inventor with questionable ethics and a weird way of doing things. He’s relatively well known, but his unpredictably doesn’t make him “famous” per se. His books are what most people (including Alexander) know him for.)

When they arrive, Dr. White explains that Wart and Verruca will try to drain all the energy in the world using that gem, so everyone has to come to them for power/inventions. (Capitalism, yay)

So they head right on back to Panic Mechanics, just in time to stop Wart and Verruca’s plan, saving the world. (AND THE GAYS GET TO KISS >:D)

That’s pretty much all, thanks for listening to me ramble! :3

#mutant busters #digital art #art #sheriff #shooter #vegan su #ryan #steampunk au #ramblings #demonguy rambles #yippee #I just wanted to put them in fancy outfits #then this happened…#:( sigh

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iviarellereads · 6 months

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Network Effect, Chapter 8

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Murderbot Diaries, read this one!)

In which someone returns from the dead, with science.

Murderbot doesn't have a lot of time to plan, as TCS collapses under its hack, and Art's systems start coming online. This is the time to breach the bridge, even if the targets are still there. The targetDrones, at least, are acting erratically as TCS's failure is flooding them with junk commands.

Through one of its own drones, MB sees Amena and the others going to Medical, having taken out the final targetDrone.

In the control room entry, MB's Scout Two has lost track of Target Four, and MB rewinds the video just before it gets hit in the back with an energy-heat blast. Performance drops to 80% immediately, and it falls to the deck.(1)

Amena yells that MB's been hit, and runs out of Medical, telling the rest to stay.

MB is used to being hit with weapons, making the giant smear of blood from its fall a surprise. It takes T4 out, and uses the energy weapon to blast the hatch. This convinces the ship there's an emergency, so it enables manual controls, and MB hits the manual release to open it. MB enters, and seals it again.

Amena, Arada, and Thiago are still running toward the control area, so MB sends Scout Two's feed to Amena, so she can see the targets and, hopefully, the danger.

MB climbs over the dead Targets One and Three, and into the bridge proper to look for an interface to the ship's data storage. It wants to find some data storage that wasn't likely to be corrupted by TCS or other intruders. Somewhere Art might have saved a backup of its kernel. As it searches, a chunk slides off its back and into the station chair, and MB finds it harder to sit upright.

Amena is outside, just around the corner from the remaining Targets. MB tells her to get back to Medical, but she ignores it and asks if it's alright. It says it just has to do one thing.

Another search points MB to food production storage, which seems odd. TCS goes fully down, but MB keeps up its hack, in case it's a trick. It plunges into the food production data, and reaches a request for a passcode.

In the corridor, Amena says to Arada that she thinks MB is dying.(2)

After trying all the names from World Hoppers, it thinks how Art never called it by its personal name, but it might be worth a shot, since there's not much time for guessing left. MB enters one of its own, private names for a passcode, and it's accepted.(3)

The instructions in the newly unzipped data storage amount to "In case of emergency, run." So, it does. The lights go out, then come back on, and the screens show reboot graphics. Art's feed comes back online, and an auto-message plays that reload is in progress.

The hatch to the control room opens. A short action sequence ensues, ending with MB on the floor, T6 apparently dead from MB's shot, and T5 swaying as it points its weapon at Arada.

Then ART’s voice, ART’s real voice, filled the feed. It said, Drop the weapon.(4) Arada dropped her energy weapon and Thiago dropped the fire suppressant. Both held up empty hands. I told it, Don’t hurt my humans.

T5 shouts something, drops his weapon, and lurches sideways, leading MB to believe Art is accessing their helmet. Shortly, they fall over and go limp. Thiago says they mean no harm, and were attacked by the ones who just fell. Arada asks who's speaking. Art responds with a formal declaration of its name and title, Perihelion, etc etc. It adds, publicly, that it's not going to hurt MB's humans, and calls it a "little idiot."(5)

Arada's eyebrows rise, and Thiago looks boggled. MB says Art's using the public feed, Art counters that so is MB, as well as leaking on its deck.

Amena finally runs in, sees MB, and falls to her knees next to it, calling for help. Art says it can hear her, she doesn't need to yell, and it's getting an emergency gurney. MB can't help remarking internally how everything Art says sounds sarcastic, but it would probably sound pretty menacing to a human.

Thiago asks if Art is a crew member, or something else. Nobody answers him.

Arada reassures MB that they'll get it to Medical, though MB thinks Arada's very upset about something as simple as losing twenty percent of its flesh mass off its back.(6)

I was losing all my inputs but there was one thing I had to say before the gurney got here. “ART,” I said aloud, because ART could silence my feed if it wanted to. “You did this. You sent those assholes to kidnap my humans.” Of course not, ART said. I sent them to kidnap you. Then my performance reliability bottomed out and— Shutdown. Delayed restart.(7)

MB makes a halfhearted joke about catastrophic failures as it starts to wake up. It overhears Art reassuring Amena that MB will be alright. MB tells Art to stop talking to its human. Art suggests MB make it.(8) MB loses input again, and the next thing we know, it's at 34% reliability and rising.(9) It's sticky, naked to the waist, and despite its status, doesn't feel nearly as bad as when Art altered its limb length last time.

That doesn't stop it feeling furious, though.

It checks inputs, when a few minutes of Sanctuary Moon doesn't help. The drones are still following Amena, so it runs back the video to catch up on events.

Amena tried to follow it to Medical on the gurney, but Arada held her back and asked if the ship's name is Art.(10) Art ignored the question, and identified all the humans aboard to confirm who's on Team MB and who's not. As Amena pulled away to follow MB anyway, Arada followed her, and asked who Art was. Amena said it's the ship, MB's friend. Thiago was startled, but Art confirmed it. Thiago said it's too complex to be a bot. Arada ignored him and asked why Art attacked the survey facility. Art deferred, saying it's just reinitializing after deletion. Arada and Thiago exchanged a look indicating they knew that wasn't a good sign.

MB skips through a lot of the boring bits, since Amena's drone swarm mostly just caught what she was doing, which was sitting watching the surgical suite repair MB. It does catch that the safepod latched onto Art because of automated systems after taking damage in the exodus. It also caught another comm conversation, between Amena and Thiago with Ratthi adjacent to the former in Medical, about MB's defence of Amena. This turns to the alien remnant on the drive, but when the humans start to ask about it, Art says interference is not advisable, and the thing deactivated after it exited the wormhole.

On a private channel in the present, MB accuses Art of setting it up. Art, knowing that MB is still behind on its review of the situation, ignores it. MB goes into a slightly unhinged explanation for the reader of why it feels entirely justified in the accusation.

Back in the review, Art's voice made the humans tense, and this startled Eletra into consciousness. A video link is established from Medical to the control room, from a perspective that feeds MB's conspiracy theories about Art holding out on it with regard to security coverage, as well as its jealousy of the fancy high res images.

MB has recovered to 60%, enough to say aloud, "Fuck you, ART." Amena hears it and asks how MB is doing. It says it's fine, except for being held prisoner by an asshole research transport. Ratthi asks if MB needs anything.(11) MB sits up and says it needs its jacket. Art offers that it's being repaired in the recycler. MB says it's not speaking to Art.

Ratthi asks how well MB and Art know each other,(12) but Arada suggests they hold on to that question for later and asks Art if it will answer their questions now.(13) Art says that depends on the questions.

I said, “The humans think I’m an asshole, wait till they get to know you.” I thought you weren’t speaking to me.

Ratthi mutters that he's a little worried, and Amena says MB told her bot pilots can kill people. Art says that's an exaggeration.

Arada, trying to keep things on subject, asks where they are, as there's no indication of a local hub station. Art says it's an abandoned colony, with more detail, then waits 8.3 seconds to make the humans think it's done, before continuing that it has evidence it is inhabited. Arada puts together that it's inhabited by the hostiles, and asks Art's operational status.

Art says it's still reinitializing, its space maneuvering functions aren't up yet, and there may have been damage from the alien device installation on its wormhole drive. It can self-repair when it's done reinitialization, but it's not leaving the system until it gets what it wants.

All the humans try to cover their shock. Arada finally asks what it wants, to which it says, its crew back. The hostiles abducted them, and overtook Art. MB, for its part, is still angry, but it can't help a little (a lot) involuntary response at Art losing its crew so.

Thiago asks how Art can be talking if it was deleted, and Art says, it hid a backup where only a particular, trusted friend could find it. MB, staring at the wall and watching the humans through the drones and cameras, tells Art to fuck off again. Art, with no emotive description, says that's still talking to it.(14)

Arada asks if it intended to attack their facility. Art says that wasn't its plan. Overse says, it was its idea though. MB suggests they don't humour Art. Arada says, it wasn't the plan, but Art still sent those hostile people after MB. Art admits, it did. Ratthi asks how Art knew where they were. Art says as soon as it emerged in the Preservation wormhole, it sent messages inquiring after MB's location. One of the science institutions was very helpful and gave a full info packet and itinerary for the team. Ratthi groans, and Arada and Overse exchange a look, before Overse says they need to have a talk about that when they get back.

Rubbing her head like it hurts, Arada asks why Art wanted to kidnap MB. Art says, to kill the hostiles.

Everyone looks at MB, who says Art told the hostiles it was a weapon they could use. Art says it built a trap, they entered it on their own. Amena asks who the hostiles are, where they came from, what happened to them, but Art doesn't have those answers. Thiago starts, and Ratthi finishes, a thought that they could be genetically modified, but the alien remnant suggests contamination instead.

MB points out privately, to the reader, that this is why even the corporations don't generally like to mess around with alien remnants. Thiago complains that if one of them were still alive, they could be questioned. Art doesn't take this well.(15)

Amena asks how the grey people stole the crew. Art says it's still reconstructing its memory archive to find out. MB snarks about the comm as a vector, but Art says it wasn't attacked by a comm virus. Amena gets both their attention and asks if the grey people are from the same lost colony Eletra's ship was looking for. Art says that would be a logical assumption, but it has no proof either way. It got a distress call, its humans agreed to respond, it suffered a systems catastrophe after arrival, and found the intruders aboard, its crew missing. The hostiles demanded weapons, Art offered MB.

Arada says Art offered MB, because it knew MB could handle the hostiles. Art confirms. Thiago is upset that the attack on the facility could have killed everyone. Ratthi seems to want to try to shush him, but Art says that's a chance it was willing to take.(16)

Oh, okay. I was either having a processing error, or something that the shows I watch call a “rage blackout,” or another emotional collapse. So I pushed off the med platform, walked out of the sterile field and into the restroom, and slammed my hand on the hatch close control.(17)

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(1) Must be something other than the energy weapons they've been using that just pissed it off, I guess, given the rest of the chapter and all. (2) Not so far off the mark, Amena, very good observational skills. (3) Part of this is conjecture on my part, but I think the name it enters is Murderbot. The passage indicates it might be talking about Eden, but then says that's a name Art never called it. Then MB gets real vague about a name nobody uses for it, its local feed address, which humans can't access, but somehow Art does? Feed address implies IP address to me, something very public. It doesn't track to me. In my opinion and my heart, the password that makes sense can only be "Murderbot". (4) I love how clear this is about being intended ONLY for the remaining Target, but the Pres crew obey, even Thiago with the fire suppressant which is blatantly NOT a weapon at all. Even MB doesn't quite grok what Art really said, or how, or what it means, but that's understandable given it's about to crash anyway. (5) I feel like there's an unspoken (affectionate) tag on the end of this one, even if MB doesn't interpret it that way. (6) Yeah, MB, even if you can technically survive that sort of thing, it's not generally expected of any other being that possesses flesh. (7) Delayed restart sounds extra bad, to me. (8) How do you even begin to unpack this little exchange. Like, Art probably started that emergency gurney the picosecond it detected that MB was injured, and having worked on MB before through its MedSystem, it's well equipped to know how serious any damage is. It's taking Amena's concerns seriously. MB gets defensive of its humans, as it is wont to do, and Art gets snarky with it, because their love language for each other is snark. It's just. So beautiful. REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOD! (9) I love how this implies it was much lower, and pure spite caused it to try and swing for Art verbally about talking to Amena. (10) I don't think I remember MB using that name for it with any of the humans, but I'll accept it. (11) He's not the best but he tries which makes him the best, okay? Okay. (12) They DO bicker like an old married couple sometimes, don't they? (13) There are a lot of things this implies, but they all boil down to… why would Arada suggest that Art was waiting for MB to awaken? Art cares about MB, it might be the first friend Art's made on its own terms, and Art knows MB wouldn't want the important shit to go down without it fully conscious. So, Art insisted they wait, out of compassion for MB's grumpy protectiveness. I love them so much. (14) I vote that this would be tagged "smug" by most of us. What do you think Art's tone is? (15) Understandably. These alien-humans kidnapped its crew, held them hostage, and deleted Art. Then, as soon as it had any control again, they were threatening its bestie and the bestie's crew. What, was it supposed to hesitate? (16) How very Lord Farquaad of you. (17) And how mature of you.

#the murderbot diaries #murderbot diaries #network effect #murderbot #secunit #amena #eletra (murderbot)#ratthi #arada #overse #thiago #art (murderbot)

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chessalein · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday

HELLO!

I can finally show you some stuff!

*rumbles through her bag* I finally had the motivation to mod again, after I finished the shorts mod for Jackie. I was like: Why not give the older tries another try?

So... I started to try some jeanS for him again, to see if they work.

Thanks to the wonderful @86maylin I now know what went wrong when doing the rerigg. So now Jackie has 99% Of the outfit I put together a long time ago and never worked ♥

I'm still trying to get it work 100% there is some clipping with the collar I need to get ridd of and I want him to have different shoes.

The funny thing is: The shoes are the ONLY thing that is original MB and... they don't work. But I will find out why and how to get ridd of the clipping :)

Not even Nori can handle how good he looks!

The shoes are not okay though. They are cool but I want the Valentino shoes.

The clipping.

The shoe problem xD poor him, standing in the middle of it all.

The Second thing I worked on, and maybe a few of you already saw, is the "Día de los Muertos" mod.

I'm really in love with it and was scared to share it because I was afraid maybe someone gets offended because someone who isn't in this cultur dares to touch it even though she might not fully understand it.

But I showed it to a few people already and the reaction is postive so I might load it up to nexus after all. :)

Its completley hand drawn. I tried to make it not super perfect so you feel like someone drew it on him with hand. I even thought about making one for Nori, but I have a bit stuff to do right now so I don't know yet.

It was hard to really fit his cyberware into the picture without it looking odd, but I think it turned out loveley ♥

Luckily I had a good writing flow and have a few chapter of "Bringing back the sun" for the next few weeks so I can focus on modding ♥

Beside that, I do VP commissions for a friend right now (I don't tell the name because its a surprise for someone and this person can't know. Don't know if they are here as well.)

Thats it :) Thanks for stopping by

#WIP wednesday #Jackie Welles #Cyberpunk 2077 #Cyberpunk 2077 mod #modding #I love modding ♥

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ilaikyuu · 2 years

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How many characters do you take at once? I was gonna ask for Yuji Gojo Nanami Megumi toji and geto for flirting HCs but idk if it’s too much?? Err— maybe split this into a two parter if you can’t do it all at once, but yeah basically how do they “romance” a crush and show that they seriously like them 💐

It's mb I'll post rules at some point, but anyway ill split it into 2 parts!!

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💔Hcs: "love can be found in the smallest acts of kindness"💔

Featuring Megumi, Nanami and Gojo

💔Megumi💔

m.e.g.u.m.i ajbfhas

okay, this pretty boy totally seems like someone who has no game at all, hate me if u want

buuuuuuut…..for what he lacks in flirting and showing his feelings, he makes up for in his actions so pls don't get mad at him

he is a goofball that smiles at you almost at any given time, even when u make shitty jokes or weird faces, he just appreciates it from afar bcs he doesn't want to ruin the moment

Megumi mastered the art of not showing his emotions to anyone fight me on this

for him it's in the little things - he gives you from his favorite snacks or in an argument comes around just to drop a cold remark towards the person arguing with you

u know i feel like he does that thing where when there's a car too close to you he just pulls you closer to him for a second so you don't accidently get hit or hurt

“Please be more careful”

“Megumi the car is 10 meters away, even a plane cant get hit by it

“shut up”

when it comes to compliments and romance….oh boy, ur in for a one

terrible flirting, 3/10, he picks one of these shitty pick up lines from quora and forgets it by the end of the article

“Y/n, uuuh, ummm"

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, oh, do you know CPR because,tc wait, because I cant breath wait…oh my god-”

“MEGUMI DO U NEED A DOCTOR ARE U-”

no no, maybe not this bad, but…eh

tbh if u came this far, i don't think this will be a problem in my opinion shy boys are best boys

u get it, let's skip to the confession part

honey, sorry to break it down to u but no.

Megumi Fushiguro won't come to you, say “Marry me” and live a happily ever after with you and your 3 kids named Samantha, Barbaba and Jessica

he will wait for u

the best possible outcome, for him at least, is you being the first one to confess your feelings

i mean

if you don't confess, he will do it but

the poor guy will tell u “meet me at the exit by 6” and just leave.without.saying.a.single.fucking.word

so u go there, ur a nervous wreck he is a nervous wreck and the only thing happening between the two of u is him looking u right in the eyes and just just

stare

“I like you”

“What”

“I like you”

jokes aside it won't be that bad. when megumi is serious, he is serious. he will patiently wait for your answer

whatever u tell him it will be a bit awkward but he tried his best so!!

won't tell anyone that you're his gf and everyone will find out a month after 100%

in conclusion megumi fushiguro may not be the best at these kind of things, but he will do anything just to see that bright smile on your face never disappear

💔Nanami💔

totally more of an action over words person as well

for him flirty lines and sweet talk aren't what being in love means, its more of a toying around

he takes flirting and turns it into physical contact

light touches

u get hit by something, his hand is instantly on your shoulder rubbing it

“Are you okay?”

the more he sees that u dont feel uncomfy the more he uses touching to his advantage

when u are sitting his hand is always behind your back, sometimes playing with your hair, moving a few strands in between his fingers

the next thing you know his hand is on your thigh, his thumb drawing small circles on your soft skin

just to be sure, he will give you the “is this okay” look

oh god how can it not be okay

when it gets late he will always drop u home, doesn't matter the time or the location

he isnt a child so no confession will happen, the moment u feel his hand around your waist u are his, right then and there

he just knows how to treat a woman, thats it

💔Gojo💔

opposite of the two i was just talking about

oh my god just the way his voice sounds is enough to make u fall in love i cant im-

he has a patented, pathetic tactic

at first he throws shit at u, he teases you and annoys till u go absolute apeshit

in the beginning u just laugh it off or go with it and try to annoy him as well

but

it has been 2 weeks of nonstop bullying

“Ah ah, I spilled my drink, is there anyone with napkins?”

“...”

“I said is there anyone with napkiiiiiiins?”

“me”

“And who is me”

“ME”

“Ohoh didn't hear you, my hands are full can u clean this for me?”

“n-”

“Y/n how can you say no to something like that when a vulnerable man asks u to? My hands are full i might slip accidently on it and i can't clean it myself”

“...fine.”

“Y/n….u know…i don't want to interfere between u and the coffee puddle but…I think you just missed a place right there.”

“CLEAN IT YOURSELF TH-”

but it's okay, its okay

everything is a part of his plan

when u are in between hating him and wanting to smash his head with a stone he'll call u to meet him for important work and try to apologize

he will put his hand on yours, moving and caressing your skin, asking for your forgiveness, telling you he didn't know how angry his bullying made you, how he crossed the line

he will get close, start murmuring sweet nothings into ur ear, telling u how much he is sorry, how he wanted your attention

he will comfort you, take you home, apologize once more and-

“Tomorrow maybe I’ll start with a compliment, going to be angry again?”

he will whisper it slow and quiet into your ear, curl a few strand of your hair with his hand and just say goodbye with a smirk like nothing happened

yes he is a dick, but once u are his even god will struggle laying a finger on u

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu nanami #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo sensei #gojo satoru #gojo x you #megumi x you #megumi headcanons #megumi fushiguro #nanami kento #nanami x reader #headcanons #💐

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