#sorry uhh i’ve been having a Time recently

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anyways really busy for next two days so i’m expecting minimal content from me until maybe the end of the week sjdjcjjsjs

#sorry uhh i’ve been having a Time recently #and it’s gonna take so much brainpower to get through this week #difficult exam on tuesday #back to back activities on wednesday #and therapy again -_- #work & classes on thursday #& then have to go to a presentation on friday night for a grade after all my classes #then work on saturday #and have to schedule tutoring #and a meeting w disability services #and do a makeup essay #and i can’t do that all while trying to manage a social life/extra fun things #so. sorry <3 #ollie talks

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— ↺ Young Love

✎ yuuji x reader !

✦ summary ➠ yuji was just a sweet, teenage boy. How could he not develop a crush on one of his fellow first years?

✦ warnings ➠ none

— She’s so pretty, that’s what the pink haired man thought. His elbow rested on the desk and his hand was tucked under his chin as he watched you from his seat in the classroom. You were conversing with Nobara at your own desks in the first years room, Nobara was most likely spreading gossip. But he didn’t care much what the two of you were saying, he was in a trance, stuck looking at the face he has loved ever since the beginning of school. Ever since you first met.

“Are you just going to stare the whole class?” Nobara sassed. “Cause it’s starting to creep me out.”

“Uh, no. Sorry, I just zoned out!” He was stuttering, scared that they (mostly you) had caught him in his antics. He quickly turned his body forward, sitting properly.

You thought he was the cutest when his voice betrayed him, leaving broken words.

“You know Itadori, you’ve been acting awfully weird lately.” The girl remarked, eyeing the boy with a grin on her face.

“R-really?!” The said boy swallowed the lump forming in his throat from his friends sentence.

You see, Nobara has been keeping a close eye on Yuuji as of late, she’s noticed a few odd things that the boy has started doing recently. First, she noticed the way Yuujis eyes wandered and how they stuck to you whenever he had the chance. Then, Nobara picked up on the way that Yuuji would go out of his way to do any task for you, to help you however he can, he’d do anything for you. The final quirk that surfaced was how the boy struggled to talk in your presence, he always seemed to turn red and stutter with his words.

That last one was her personal favourite, she would tease him about it constantly.

“I just zoned out! Really, honestly I did!” He tried to reason with her, but he knew that she had him figured out. There was no escaping this now.

“Oh, I believe you on that. I know you zoned out, you just didn’t zone out on me.” She concluded. “You were zoned out on Y/n!” She was now sprung up out of her seat and pointing an accusing finger at Yuuji.

“What?! No- I, I wasn’t! I swear, I was just uhh watching the door for when Gojo was going to show up!”

“The door is on the opposite side of the room, Itadori.” Megumi added in finally, he had actually been here the whole time, but just wished to mind his own business until class started. But Megumi couldn’t let that remark be left unpunished, it was just too stupid.

Yuuji left out a sound of defeat as his head smacked down against his desk, he was so embarrassed. His face was so red and radiated heat.

You had also begun to feel embarrassed, was there actually a chance that he liked you? I mean why else would he be staring at you and get so flustered when someone called him out on it.

You let out a small giggle, many emotions running through your body.

At this, Yuuji lifted his head slightly, just enough to see your face. You were smiling, eyes closed and cheeks pink. You were so cute, he was starting to stare at you again.

“I have to go.” That was all he said as he ran fast past everyone, shooting out the door to who knows where. He didn’t, he just wanted to get away from that damn room. He didn’t want to be seen by you like this, it was too much too fast.

“Yuuji, Wait!” You stood up, your chair screeching behind you from the speed that you got up at. “Nobara, you embarrassed him!”

“Hey, he should’ve known that I’d find out.” She smirked, shrugging his shoulders up with no care.

You shook your head, she could be so inconsiderate sometimes. You followed Yuujis trail, hoping to find him quick. Class would start soon but you didn’t mind. You just hoped that Yuuji was alright wherever he was.

You sped down the hallways for quite some time, turning a few times until you found him. He was sat beside a vending machine, head resting against the wall.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You panted out, stepping closer to him. He didn’t move, staying is his spot. “Why’d you go and run off like that, Nobara was just trying to get a reaction out of you.”

His head fell against the machine now, his eyes softly closed and his lips pursed slightly.

“You know I don’t care if you were looking at me. Everyone zones out once in awhile. It’s normal.” You tried to comfort the poor boy. He looked so defeated.

You were starting to get worried now, he wasn’t responding. You moved beside him, sliding down the wall so that you were sitting by him now.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You leaned downward to get a look at his face, he was avoiding eye contact even.

“Have you ever had a crush?” He blurted out fast. That was odd, really random too, you thought to yourself.

“I mean, ya. I’ve had a few before.” You laughed a little, not knowing how to respond really.

“Oh, ok.” That was it? Why was he acting so depressed. You frowned, reaching for his hand. You just wanted to console him. He’s your friend after all and you wanted to be there for him if he was struggling in any way.

He flinched away from your touch, curling into himself as much as he possibly could.

“You know, if you ever need to talk I’m here. You’ve always been there for me when I needed, so you can tell me anything you want.” You grasped his hand anyway, wanting him to truly know you meant what you were saying. He looked down at where your hands met each others and then made the hold tighter.

“I like you, Y/n.” He finally made an effort to lock eyes with you. “I have for awhile now, that’s why I’ve been ‘acting weird’ as Nobara would put it.”

He looked ashamed of what he was confessing. “I just, when I see you, I can’t help but stare. You’re so beautiful and nice and you always share your food with me and you always make me laugh. Oh, your laugh is so damn cute too and- ”

You had to stop his rambling, so what better way of doing that then giving him a tender kiss on the lips. His eyes stayed open because of the shock coursing through his body, had you really just kissed him? This can’t be real.

You pulled away, laying a final kiss on his cheek this time. You couldn’t help but laugh at his facial expression. His face still had a look of shock, mouth slightly opened and eyes blown wide.

“I like you too.” You smiled up at him, confidently looking into his eyes.

“Oh….” His facial features started to morph slowly, a grin growing. “Oh!”

“Come on, let’s get back to class before Gojo comes looking for us.” You tugged him up along with you, making your way to the room that held the rest of the first years.

“Yes, please do hurry. Don’t want to be too late now do we?” A teasing voice came from deeper into the hallway behind you.

You both shared a similar look of surprise and fright as you turned around to find out who it was, deep down you both already knew who it was.

“Gojo sensei, when did you get here. Haha?” Yuuji scratched his head, looking anywhere but Gojos eyes.

“More importantly, how much did you see?” You added, looking down towards your feet.

“Long enough to know my beloved students are going to be a couple!” The teacher exclaimed in a very cheery voice. “Now, let’s get you two love birds back to class so we can start our lesson!”

You and Yuuji both cringed simultaneously, begrudgingly following behind the tall white haired man that they called their teacher.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuji itadori #yuji x reader #gojo satoru #yuji itadori x reader #itadori yuuji #anime #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #x you #anime x reader #black and white

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Morning Wood

Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

A few tags, just in case?: Trans Wednesday, Sub Wednesday, Dom Enid, gender-affirming humiliation, praise and degradation, Mommy k!nk, mentions of chastity, orgasm control, some more stuff lol

Summary: uhh, Wednesday gets morning wood…

(All characters are 18+)

(gif not mine)

Just like every other morning, Wednesday woke up in her girlfriend’s arms, the werewolf somehow managing to be sprawled out across the bed while also keeping both arms wrapped tightly around Wednesday. Wednesday herself was snuggled up against Enid’s side.

This position made it very obvious the tent in her oversized shorts. Wednesday had recently run out of her hrt meds and was having a wonderfully dreadful experience with the pharmacy to get a refill. So, she’s been prey to her body’s natural carnal desires. Wednesday had no desire to have her penis removed, but it certainly wasn’t easy for her during these occurrences where testosterone began to build up again.

Which all leads the seer to right now, where the intense desire to release the tension was easily overwhelming her mind. She hardly even realized that she had begun humping her girlfriend’s body like a dog in heat, her hips moving on their own accord. It wasn’t until she felt the light shaking of Enid’s chest, indicating laughter, that Wednesday looked up at the taller woman.

“Having fun, baby?” Enid asked and Wednesday responded with a confused grunt and furrowed brows. Enid motioned down with her head at Wednesday’s still moving hips and the woman immediately froze, staring widely at her own body’s betrayal. She quickly looked back up at Enid and stumbled to offer an explanation and an apology at the same time.

“I- Enid, I apologize. I don’t mean to act like a depraved animal. I’m sorry,” Wednesday felt immense guilt, feeling like her actions would be perceived as predatory. But in reality, Enid felt the exact opposite.

“Wends, don’t apologize, it’s okay! It’s only natural for something like this to happen eventually. I mean, not just with you not having your meds in a while, but I certainly haven’t been helping,” Enid chuckled softly, “Seriously, how long has it been since I’ve let you cum? A month? No, we just passed two months! Aww, poor baby! You must be so pent up! Of course you’d need to hump my leg a little bit. C’mon, why don’t you let Mommy help you out. Maybe I’ll let you cum too! Maybe…”

Wednesday heard the open-ended promise but didn’t focus on it all, far too distracted by the idea of having her Mommy help her feel good. That’s what she needs, so badly. Wednesday nods quickly, hardly worried about what her dom may have in mind for her, focusing solely on the pleasure and her needy little girldick. “Please Mommy! Please make me feel good!”

“Oh don’t worry, baby girl. I’ll make you feel so good!” Enid says cryptically, though again, Wednesday doesn’t notice. Her brain is far too fogged up with neediness to think properly. Enid shakes her head and moves them around so that Wednesday is now lying flat on the bed and Enid is curled up against her. This new position makes the height difference even more stark and Enid makes it even more so by leaning on her one arm so that she’s above Wednesday, looking down at her, as it should be. “Let’s get these pesky shorts out of the way, shall we?” Enid pulls the black shorts down to Wednesday’s ankles, assisting in the seer’s vulnerable position to her dominant girlfriend. “Rules, you cum exactly when I tell you to. No ‘what ifs’ you will cum when I say. Second, hands at your sides. I see them move, and I’ll lock you in chastity for the rest of the year, do I make myself clear?” Enid waits for a response, which she receives in a nod with a “Yes Mommy!” and the werewolf continues, “Three, the only words that contain out of your mouth are ‘Yes Mommy’ or to tell me when you’re close, or your safeword, which is?”

“Skulls, Mommy,” Wednesday responds, receiving a kiss on her forehead for her good behavior.

“Good girl. And lastly, I want you to try and keep still. This one’s not a hard rule, and I won’t punish you if you break it. But I’d like you to try, okay? Remember we’re working on you sitting still like a good girl. Alright, you ready, sweet girl?” Wednesday nods and responds in affirmation. So, Enid doesn’t waste any time teasing her submissive, going straight to stroking the seer’s small girlcock. Wednesday moans out loudly, squirming slightly and just barely resisting the urge to tell Enid how good it feels or beg for more. Enid smiles warmly at Wednesday as she strokes her slowly at first and slowly building up speed.

It doesn’t take all that long before Wednesday is alerting Enid that she’s close, which makes Enid quickly remove her hand, edging Wednesday and letting her in on the morning she’s in for. “Aaaa Mommyyy!” Wednesday cries out, though Enid lets the small rule break go.

“What? You didn’t think Mommy was gonna let you cum that easily, did you? No no no, baby! You need to earn your orgasms ‘round here! Here’s the game, sweetheart! If you can take ten edges, not including this last one, then I’ll let you cum. You still wanna play, baby?” Enid smirks evilly at her submissive who stares at her wide-eyed.

Wednesday nods and says, “Yes Mommy.”

With a quick color check, that Wednesday confirms she’s still enjoying herself, Enid goes on to edge Wednesday ten times. With every denied orgasm, Wednesday is brought closer to tears until the seventh edge. Wednesday begins crying in desperate pleasure, and humping up in the air desperately.

Enid continues checking in with Wednesday and absolutely getting off to the sight of her girlfriend in such a desperate state.

Eventually, the little game ends with Wednesday’s tenth denial and the poor little seer is trembling in desperation. Enid kisses Wednesday on the lips, helping settle the raven. “Alright love. You did so good. Mommy’s gonna make you cum now, okay? Remember, only cum when I tell you to, okay? Good girl.” Enid wraps her hand around Wednesday’s penis once again, starting off slowly. As she strokes her girlfriend, Enid offers some affirming, yet humiliating remarks that she knows Wednesday loves so much, “There you go, that’s it, baby. Taking everything Mommy gives you so well. This cute little girldick of yours, so small. All it’s good for is being stroked by your Mommy, isn’t that right?” Enid speeds up a bit and Wednesday turns her head to look at her, “You’re my good little girl, Wednesday. That’s all you’re meant to be. You’re beautiful, pretty, cute. That’s right, the cutest girl in the world! No matter what your body looks like or how it acts, it doesn’t matter if you get morning wood or if you feel so horny that you can’t help but grind against Mommy. You are, always have been, and always will be the prettiest girl I have ever seen. My girl.”

Enid strokes even faster and Wednesday’s moans pick up in intensity, matching her Mommy’s hand movements. Enid smiles warmly at Wednesday and continues affirming her, “My good little girl. Mommy just loves when you’re all desperate for her like this. Just need me to stroke away all those pesky, mean old thoughts. The ones that lie to you and tell you’re anything less than the most beautiful girl in the world.” Wednesday begins whining, feeling dangerously close to the edge. “Shh, it’s okay. Mommy’s got you. You’re close? Good. Mommy wants you to count out loud down from ten. When you reach zero, cum for Mommy.”

Wednesday obeys, counting down in a shaky voice.

“T- ten.”

“Good girl.”

“Niii-iine.”

“So beautiful.”

“Eight!”

“Shh, there ya go, baby.”

“Se- se- seveeeen.”

“So good for me.”

“Sixxxx.”

“My desperate little slut.”

“Fiiiiiveeee.”

“You were only ever meant to be a girl. My good girl.”

“Four. Three. Two.”

“Come on baby! Hold it, I know you can.”

“Oneeeeee!”

“You’re almost there! Come on, pretty girl!”

“ZEROOO!!!”

“Cum for me! Cum for Mommy, slut! Oh you’re such a good girl, my good little girl. Cum for Mommy. Cover my hand in your cum. Do it, that’s it! Ohhhh, such a good fucking girl!” Enid strokes Wednesday as fast as she can, not stopping until she’s milked every last drop and bringing Wednesday to another orgasm. Wednesday starts squirming almost violently, desperately trying to escape the overstimulation.

Though Enid does stop and moves into aftercare. First cleaning up her hand and Wednesday. Then, Enid picks the raven up and carries her to the bathroom and starts the bath. The whole time, Enid praises Wednesday for doing so well and she slowly coaxes her gently out of subspace. Once the bath is prepared, Enid removes her own clothes and Wednesday’s shirt. They enter the bath together, with Enid assisting the now slightly weak seer with everything. Enid washes Wednesday carefully and slowly, the steady motions ushering Wednesday back to sleep in Enid’s arms.

Enid kisses Wednesday’s forehead and whispers, “I love you, Wends. Sleep well.”

End <3

#my writing #wenclair #wenclair fanfic #18+ content #18+ only #trans wednesday #sub wednesday addams #dom/sub #chasity #praise k!nk #degrading k1nk #gender affirming humiliation #mommy k!nk #org@sm denial #edging k!nk #small penis

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Buddy Daddies CD Drama Vol 2 – Far from Jupiter, Far from thunder

*Phone buzzes*

Kazuki: Ah? Yes, Hello? Huh? Uhh... yeah we're free... Uh-huh. Mmm... I see. Bye. 

*Hangs up*

Kazuki: Seriously...?

Rei: Kazuki. What is it?

Kazuki: Rei, can you believe this? Kyuu-chan... wants us to help him with something.

Rei: Huh? No way...!

Kazuki: I can’t believe it either! What in the world could have happened that, Kyuu-chan, the super owner of Cafe Yadorigi who does everything flawlessly, would need to call us for help?!

*******************

*Door opening*

Kyuutarou: W-welcome...

Rei: Eh...?

Kazuki: Kyuu-chan... are you okay?

Kyuutarou: I might not be.

Rei: He looks really worn out.

Kazuki: Hey, what's wrong? Seriously, what happened?

Kyuutarou: Well... It would take a while... to explain...

*Girl sighing longingly*

Rei: Wait.

Kazuki: Hm? What is it, Rei?

*Girl sighing longingly*

Rei: We’re being watched.

Kazuki: Watched...?

Rei: This sharp gaze...

*Rei moves*

Girl: Ah!

Rei: Is it you?

Girl: HUH?! Wait, what's going on?

Kazuki: Woah, Rei. Calm down. She's just a normal cute girl.

Rei: No. The way she was watching us wasn’t normal. 

Rei: Could you be in our same line of work?

Girl: Same line of work?

Kazuki: Woah woah woah! Stop!

Kazuki: You can't bother civilians! 

Rei: No, but...!

Kazuki: Enough!

Kazuki: Hey... Sorry... He's got a bit of an active imagination.

Girl: Oh...

Kazuki: Ah, by the way, I’m Kurusu Kazuki. I can’t believe someone so cute was staring at me so passionately! I'm such a heart-break-er! If you’re ever feeling lonely at night, go ahead and give me a call anytime, okay?

Girl: Oh, sorry for giving you the wrong impression.

Kazuki: Huh?

Girl: The one I was looking at was actually Kyuutarou-san!

Kazuki: Woah, shock!

Rei: Instantly rejected.

Kazuki: You shut up!

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Kyuutarou: Her name is Shigasaki Mei. She’s an ordinary woman who recently became a regular at

Yadorigi.

Kazuki: Oh! I see. I see. I get it. I get it. So it's that old story?

Rei: That old story?

Kazuki: Ah, well Kyuu-chan is a smart and aloof but still a bit mysterious cafe owner, ya know?

Girls can't help but fall in love with a good looking guy in glasses!

Rei: A good looking guy in glasses...

Kazuki: Man, Kyuu-chan, you’re quite the heartbreaker too. You know this shop’s entrance is known as "the guillotine gate of heartbreak" since it slices the head off so many girls' dreams of love.

Rei: That sounds disturbing...

Kazuki: But Kyuu-chan, you must know how to deal with girls in love from experience, right?

Kyuutarou: Yeah, I thought I did...

*Flashback*

Mei: Ever since the day I met you, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you! Kyoutarou-san, would you please go out with me?!

Kyuutarou: I'm sorry. You’re still young. You seem like a little sister I have an age gap with to me.

Mei: Isn't that taboo feeling of harboring love for a sibling great!?

Kyuutarou: No... that’s not what I mean...

Mei: And if we were siblings we could take baths together too!

Kyuutarou: That can't happen. I'm sorry for not having said anything until now but... I have a fiancée.

Mei: Ah! So then I'd be stealing you? I'm into it!

Kyuutarou: No. That wouldn't be fair to my future wife.

Mei: I understand. In that case, I’m ok with being your mistress!

Kyuutarou: Huh? Stop this already!

Mei: Huh? Kyuutarou-san?

Kyuutarou: I'm sorry to tell you this, but I can't accept that about you.

Mei: Huh? Ah... Aaa(sounding like she's starting to cry)aaaawww thank you!

Kyuutarou: Huh?

Mei: You're going to teach me about my bad points, right? I'll fix them for you! Is there anything else you hate about me?

*End flashback*

Rei: She's unstoppable...

Kazuki: Mei-chan is so optimistic...

Kyuutarou: This is the first time I’ve met someone so pushy so I'm not sure how to deal with it. Ever since she confessed to me she's been watching everything I d-... or rather... it's more like she's surveilling me.

Kazuki: H-huh? Isn't that bad? Since you also have your other work to do.

Kyuutarou: Yeah, and I can feel her watching me in front of the store after I close.

Rei: Stalker...

Kyuutarou: Recently the danger has increased due to rivals of our agency showing up. For both of our safety I can't let her know where I live.

Kazuki: That's true...

Rei: So that's why you're so worn out?

Kyuutarou: No matter if I'm asleep or awake, I feel her watching me from somewhere and I can't get it out of my head. I'm begging you, please help me figure out a way to keep her away from this store.

Kazuki: Hmm? Hehehe! When it comes to matters of love, leave it to me, Kurusu Kazuki, the professional at masterfully manipulating women's hearts!

Rei: Now I'm worried.

Kazuki: Now, you're thinking about this all wrong, Kyuu-chan. If you can’t turn her down, then you have to make her turn you down!

Kyuutarou: So you mean I need to make her hate me?

Kazuki: That’s right! To a woman who is blind with love, your words are all positive. So the quickest way to deal with it is to put a damper on her love.

Kyuutarou: Could you give me an example?

Kazuki: Let’s think about that together!

Rei: No plan.

Kazuki: You shut up!

********************

Kyuutarou: But here's the problem. What makes people hate someone depends on the person.

Kazuki: Hmm, this might be cliche but... what about a dirty joke? Like, we could plant a whoopee cushion near Mei-chan or something.

Kyuutarou: No... I think if I did that...

*Fantasizing*

Kyuutarou: Okay, it's time for a break. Let's see... down I go! *fart* Oh no! *fart* I-I can't stop! (continues farting) Maybe I ate too many potatoes yesterday? Ah!

(farting continues in background)

Mei: Kyuutarou-san! You're farting in front of me! For you to show me such an unbecoming part of you it must mean that you have opened up to me, right?

*end fantasy*

Kyuutarou: I can just see it failing.

Rei: You used that sound too much...

Kazuki: Hmm. So being sloppy around her won't work either, huh? Then we'll have to think of another way to get her to hate you. Something that will make her viscerally think, "I can't stand being around this guy!" Rei, do you have any ideas?

Rei: Being an alcoholic womanizing gambler?

Kazuki:  Yes, yes. That type of despicable guy. They're really a problem, aren't they? I understand. Hey! Are you trying to pick a fight with me!?

Kyuutarou: No... I think if I did that...

*Fantasizing*

*Kyuutarou gulping*

Kyuutarou: Ah! Here I go! ALL IN!

Girl 1: Woah! What a high roller!

Girl 2: Kyuu-chan~! You're so manly!

Kyuutarou: Hehehehe! I'm going to beat this guy and take you both to my bed!!

Mei: Kyuutarou-san! Let me go to bed with you too!

*end fantasy*

Kyuutarou: I can just see it failing.

Rei: That type of guy is the worst.

Kazuki: No! I’m not that bad!

Kyuutarou: No, but we might be on the right track.

Kazuki: Huh, Kyuu-chan?!

Kyuutarou: Differences in sexual preferences can cause problems between men and women.

Kazuki: Ah! Oh, I see! That actually might work! Like if you're both masochists you wouldn't work well together or making her grossed out that you're such a lolicon... or... I know, how about being really into her playing your mother in ageplay?

Rei: What's... ageplay?

Kyuutarou: No... I think if I did that...

*Fantasizing*

Kyuutarou: Gagoo! Gagoo! Gagoo! Mama! I’m hungwy!

Mei: Yes, Yes~! I’m going to feed you now~!

*Sound of a zipper*

*end fantasy*

Kyuutarou: I can just see it failing.

Rei: Huh? What was that?

Kazuki: You're right. Mei-chan does seem like she'd be pretty open minded to that... Ah, so if dirty

jokes, sexual differences, and normal life differences won't work... then all that’s left is... taste!

Rei: Taste?

Kazuki: Like with clothes and stuff. Some weird clothing that would make you feel like "I don't even want to be seen near this person!!"

Rei: Like a comedian?

Kazuki: That’s right! Since they wear flashy suits with gold thread and constantly make dad jokes.

Kyuutarou: No... I think if I did that...

*Fantasizing*

Kyuutarou: Defendant, Mei.

Mei: Y-yes? What is it?

Kyuutarou: I sentence you to thirty minutes of rest. Kyu! (TN: both rest and sentence are pronounced the same Kyuukei)

Mei: *laughing* Kyuutarou-san! You're so funny!!

*end fantasy*

Kyuutarou: I can just see it failing.

Rei: Why was she a defendant?

Kazuki: Rei, please stop asking him to explain the joke.

Rei: Huh?

Kazuki: Welp, I don't know. I'm completely stumped. I mean this is impossible. Since she's just going to accept anything no matter what we do. Because she's in love with you Kyuu-chan! So she's going to love everything you do! Ah! It's impossible! I'm throwing in the towel!

Rei: Kazuki

Kazuki: Huh? What is it, Rei?

Rei: Is love uncoditional?

Kazuki: Huh? What do you mean? Is that a philosophical question?

Kyuutarou: Maybe he means... What would happen if I had a rival?

Kazuki: Oh, I see! So you mean that if there were someone else who was more attractive than Kyuu-chan, then it would make him less attractive in comparison?

Rei: Yeah.

Kazuki: So a comparison! So... we need someone who’s way more beautiful than Kyuu-chan...

Rei: Yeah...

Kazuki: when it comes to someone... way more beautiful...

Rei: Hmmm...

Kazuki: It's impossible!

Rei: It's impossible.

Kazuki: No, looks aren't the only thing that makes someone attractive! Wealth! I don’t know how much money Kyuu-chan has saved up but if they were a lot more wealthy than him!

Rei: Like an oil baron?

Kazuki: That's right, Kyuu-chan! Call an oil baron. I'm sure if you got an oil baron then...!

Kyuutarou: I don’t have those kinds of connections!

Kazuki: Of course not! And can't come up with any good looking guys I know that would be able to overshadow Kyuu-chan! Ahh!

Kyuutarou: So you're both out of ideas too?

Kazuki: Mei-chan is too tough. But isn't giving up an option too?

Kyuutarou: Giving up?

Kazuki: Yeah... Yadorigi Is doing pretty well as a normal cafe, isn't it? And recently you've had to do a lot of dangerous work as a leader... so why don't you use this as an excuse to wash your hands of it?

Kyuutarou: Wash my hands of it?

Kazuki: It actually seems quite feasible doesn't it? Maybe Mei-chan showing up here was fate!

Kyuutarou: Hehe...

Kazuki: Huh, why are you laughing?

Kyuutarou: It's ridiculous to think that we can have a happy ending.

***************

Kazuki: A comedian and an oil baron... I thought we were on the right track but I guess not... Mei-chan must seriously be in love with Kyuu-chan.

Rei: Hey, Kazuki...

Kazuki: Hmm?

Rei: Is she really an ordinary person?

Kazuki: Woah, what are you saying? There's no way that Kyuu-chan wouldn't be able to see through an assassin, is there?

Rei: Even when he's that tired?

Kazuki: No, even then... Well...  he did seem different than usual...

Rei: Yadorigi’s competitors have been making moves lately. What if that girl was one of their spies?

Kazuki: Ah! Kyuu-chan is the type to get rid of witnesses... That's why he won't pull a gun in front of normal people... and if our rivals know that about him!

Rei: He's in danger.

Kazuki: Let’s go, Rei!

Rei: Yeah.

********************

Kyuutarou: Well then, I’m done with work for the day.

*Mei-chan sighs*

Kyuutarou: I knew she'd be here. I can’t take my usual route home.

Kyuutarou: I'll go through the back parking lot.

Kyuutarou: Damn, I guess that didn't work. I can sense someone following me. No.... that's not all I sense.

Thug: You’re the owner of Yadorigi, Kyuutarou, right?

Kyuutarou: I've been ambushed?

Thug: Not going to say anything?

Kyuutarou: What do you want?

Thug: We're here to claim your territory!

*gun shots*

Kyuutarou: I must be completely surrounded.... I hear someone ahead of me too...

Mei: Kyuutarou-san!

Kyuutarou: There's a witness!

Kyuutarou: Mei-chan! Don’t come over here!

Mei-chan: But at this rate you're going to...!

Kyuutarou: I told you not to come over here!

Mei-chan: No! But I want to go with you, Kyuutarou-san!

Kyuutarou: So you won't listen to me?

Mei: Huh?

Kyuutarou: If you don't listen to me... I'll kill you.

Mei: .....NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Kyuutarou: *sighs* I should have just done that from the start.

Thug: Hey, Kyuutarou, are you done saying goodbye to your woman?

Kyuutarou: Yeah. I'll probably never see her again.

***********************

Kyuutarou: Welcome!

Kazuki: Hey! Oh! Kyuu-chan. You seem well.

Rei: She’s not here, huh?

Kyuutarou: Yeah, it seems she finally got tired of me.

Kazuki: Huh? Even though she was so madly in love?

Rei: So she really wasn’t a spy?

Kazuki: So it seems.

Rei: What happened yesterday?

Kyuutarou: Nothing really.

Kazuki: No... it wasn't nothing. We came to Yadorigi last night because we were worried... and we passed Mei-chan running away screaming.

Rei: It was like she saw a ghost.

Kazuki: Kyuu-chan, you didn't torture her did you?

Kyuutarou: Of course not. I just politely asked her to leave.

Kazuki: Politely... asked her to leave?

Rei: I'm... kinda scared.

Kyuutarou: What’s so scary about me?

Kazuki: Huh?! Nothing!

Rei: Nothing.

Kyuutarou: Well then, I have a new job for you guys, will you take it?

Kazuki and Rei: Y-Yes!

#Buddy Daddies #my translation #buddy daddies drama cd #SoundCloud

[k3nnlolz]

Hi gorgeous! I was wondering if you wrote scenarios and/or more headcanons? If not then ignore this but if you do, can you write one where richter has a crush or is dating reader and Annette is trying to split them up? If not that’s totally ok and I hope you have a great day!

hi sweetheart! of course i can!! i’ve been busy with school work recently but since i’ve gotten some free time right now, i wanted to try this out🤭 sorry if it’s not to your liking i tried 😞 but enjoy!!! have a lovely day/night my dear <3

[angst(?), comfort, fluff, kisses]

(kinda ooc ? idk but i feel like richter would be so fluffy <3)

Hatred(?)

You and Richter have been friends for a while. You guys were inseparable when you guys were little kids. After the invasion of London, you two were separated as his mother took him and ran off. You were left behind, and afraid. Years later, you two reunited. Richter confessed his love for you as he was afraid that you guys might get separated again. A couple months later, two strangers arrived and met the 4 of you. You four were in the middle of a battle until they both helped defeat the night creatures. You guys stood there in silence for a moment until one of them broke the silence.

“You must be Belmont?” the unknown female asked.

”Yes? Annddd who are you?” asked Richter.

”My name is Annette. This is Edouard.” Annette responded. Edouard waved with a warm smile. After everyone introduced themselves, Tera told them to make themselves comfortable and make themselves at home. They both took advantage of that and felt comfortable being there for the time being. After a couple months, Annette’s feelings for Richter began to grow. She knew that you and Richter are in a relationship but she had bad things to say about you. She thought that she was better than you. That she could treat Richter so much better. Since you “don’t show enough love” towards Richter, she could make him “happier”. One day, she approached Richter while you were away, helping Tera and Maria gathering fresh food. She talked to Richter.. oddly. She was looking at him with loving eyes, biting her lip, staring at his lips, getting closer. As Richter backed away from her, she continued scooting closer to him, pressing her chest against his.

“Uhh, Annette? You’re acting a bit strange?” Richter stated.

”Strange? Whatever could you mean?” Annette looked at Richter with loving eyes.

Richter looked the other way nervously. Its unusual for her to act that way. Why is she acting like this? Normally she’s serious and is just straight to point, but the way she looked at Richter reminded him of the way he looks at you. He knew what she was trying to do but he didn’t say anything because he thought that he would be assuming things.

After some time, the three of you returned and you saw the two talking to each other. You were happy to see them talking to each other but.. something wasn’t right. You looked closely at Annette and immediately noticed how she was looking at your boyfriend. You felt upset. Thoughts were running through your head and you started to overthink.

“We’re back my loves.” Tera announced to the two.

“Y/N!!” Richter yelled as soon as he saw you. You gently smiled and Richter ran towards you, causing you to drop the basket. You both fell to the ground but he smothered you in kisses as he felt uncomfortable with Annette’s actions and wanted to show that he already has someone he loves. Annette glanced at you and walked away. She wanted to part you two. She didn’t really care about your emotions or feelings. She wanted Richter. She planned on separating you two so she can be with Richter. But she also knew that that wasn’t possible. Richter adores you. After smothering you with kisses, Richter immediately knew how you felt. He comforted you with his words and a big bear hug. He softly whispered, “I know what you’re thinking. I would never replace you my love. I can’t stand the thought of leaving you again. Not like when we were kids. It was a nightmare knowing that I was forced to leave you behind. I love you so much my dear.” He kisses you once again, slowly, but with passion. His words and actions immediately comforted you. You know damn well that you’re spending the rest of your life with him. No buts. You’re forever his, he’s forever yours.

(I KINDA LIKE HOW THIS TURNED OUT BUT PLEASE ENJOY MY FELLOW RICHTER ENJOYERS💋💋💋 its kinda rushed im sorry ☹️)

#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #richter belmont #richter belmont x reader #richter belmont fluff

[prettyoddfever]

Tumblr glitched while I was trying to answer this, but thankfully I took a screenshot of everything before refreshing because I legit cannot find that draft or question anywhere now, sorry. So here we go again...

I'll link to the post here. (btw any annoyance that might seep into my tone in my recent answers is NOT directed at the actual people asking... y'all are lovely). So that post is done in a very similar tone to the Ryden primers that the pre-split fandom posted, but I'm getting the sense that this is very very different... like that person seems to actually believe the content that they're posting is straight up facts (and even if they don't, the fact that you're referring to it as "infamous" probably implies that other people are at least treating it as real facts, so I'm still going to address it like the tone is serious). Here's an explanation of how the majority of the fandom used to view Ryden.

A lot of their pictures no longer show up, so I'm going to leave a wayback screen recording here for reference:

I'll just comment as I go through it if I have something to add:

I suppose that the tone of someone's comments is open to interpretation, so idc as much about whether those are misread or not.

That supposed AIM convo was shared as a myspace bulletin by Brent's brother Blake during the summer 2006 season when he was trying to stir up shit and was busy posting other inaccurate info too. I'm just saying to take it with a grain of salt. 

Ryan’s lj post on 9/27/05 was about the release of AFYCSO that day. He talked a lot in interviews that season about how it was weird for him to see so many fans singing his lyrics back to him.

uhh most of the pictures that this person lists "from this era" of 2004/2005 are actually from 2006. so they definitely know what they're talking about here lol.

they list one of Ryan's livejournal posts and then say "I'm not sure of the exact date, but I know it was some time in 06." It was from June 24, 2006. 

lol Audrey.

re: the Myrtle Beach theory

why is the part where Ryan called Brendon a golden god in late 2006 any different than when Brendon said this about Spencer that same season?

re: the 2006 mic-sharing & stage gay

fans would positively scream when Ryan & Brendon approached each other, especially in the last half of 2006. this moment in Munich in October 2006 seemed no different... the guys absolutely knew what they were doing.

the VMA performance just seemed like Ryan was still using Brendon as a safe space to look at so he wouldn't stare at his feet or guitar, but that is still very much something you could turn into a Ryden thing so carry on haha.

about the Rolling Stone interview

I'm laughing at the "squint a little harder" comment about finding Ryden content in 2008. That is so accurate. 

re: Dylan's myspace (yes, Keltie ran a myspace for Hobo that anyone could grab pics from).

Ryan absolutely sounds like he's saying dude... also that would be normal.

the picture of the bracelet is normal

I'm just going to link to this post since it addresses many similar inaccurate points about early 2009.

I was about to side eye them so hard for posting the Lana Jade letter as real, but at least they added that she made multiple posts explaining that it wasn't her. And yes, obviously Brendon's best friend was Shane (not Ryan).

omg Ryan's tattoos are not about Brendon. Those are Tom Waits lyrics. Ryan was good friends with Thomas Dutton. About a year before getting the tattoos, Ryan was hanging out with him on tour in the UK and later told Kerrang that “a friend of mine in Forgive Durden turned me on to Tom Waits when we were in the UK… I’ve been listening to him ever since. His voice is so rough and dark. I’d never really heard anything like that.”

the sharing beds idea was misunderstood in the Billboard interview... all 4 guys slept on bunkbeds in the same room when they were recording AFYCSO. That's what Brendon's referring to.

re: the Bishop Gorman tshirt… Ryan was hardly that size in high school. But Brent went to Bishop Gorman too (and so did Paulina, who was also friends with Brendon). Brendon did borrow some of Brent’s stuff in 2004/2005 (like money for food while they were first touring). Just saying… it's def interesting, but it’s not an automatic Ryden connection.

I didn't read Spencer's tone in that out.com interview the same way... there's some relevant bits in this post.

about the red shirt

here's my general tag for Ryden stuff

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 4,942 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: S10, The Reapers Warnings: language, violence, gore, angst A/N: This is Part 4 of a series! Find all the parts on my pinned post, the Master List Summary: Daryl helps Y/N and DJ get settled in Alexandria.

Part 3

You walked beside Daryl, a teary smile on your face as you looked ahead at Judith and RJ running and playing with Dog. “It seems impossible that this little girl is the same chubby baby I fed pureed carrots to,” you laughed. “And RJ... They’re beautiful, Daryl.”

“Yeah. They are.” The softness on Daryl’s face was threatening to melt you into a puddle. His eyes turned to DJ next, and that softness remained.

You met his blue eyes again and your lips were drawn down in a soft pout. Tears brimmed in your eyes. “I’m so sorry,” you said. “About Rick. And now Michonne’s gone off… Maggie told me.”

“Yeah,” Daryl drawled, ducking his head and fighting the tidal wave of anxiety and grief and hopelessness that always crested in his chest when he thought of his lost brother. “‘M sorry too. Mostly for them,” he said, nudging his head toward the kids again. “But it’s been hard on everybody…”

“Including you, I’m sure.” Tears burned in your eyes again and you did your best to blink them away. Rick and Michonne were family, and you had hoped to reunite with them again too as soon as you’d found Maggie. The news about much of your old family had been hard to take, especially after losing everyone else at your community so recently. But you knew how deep and unhealing that wound must be for Daryl, losing a true brother…

Daryl hummed a response but you let the topic drop for now.

Alexandria was certainly left worse for wear since the Whisperers had briefly occupied it with their horde. Daryl cast a sideways glance at you as if worried about your reaction to the destruction and mess you were now walking through.

“Ain’t usually like this… ya just arrived at the end of a full-on war,” he said.

Far from seeing concern or judgement on your face, Daryl noted that you seemed to be seeing it with eyes that picked out the potential. He felt another swell of warmth for you. “If it’s home for you, then it’ll be home for us too,” you said. “And I’ll be more than happy to help however I can with the rebuilding.”

Home. It was true that Alexandria was home, and he would die to defend it and the people in it, but there was another home that he’d lost a long time ago, and it was now walking beside him… Then, he suddenly remembered what Carol had said to him at the wall. “Please tell me you aren’t going to stick them in some random empty apartment or house.” His feet must have faltered because you turned and glanced over at him immediately.

“Everything okay?”

“Uhh—yeah… I just—” he chewed anxiously on his bottom lip for a moment, and you nearly smiled. It was the same nervous habit he’d always had. “I was thinkin’, if you and DJ wanted to… I mean, ya could stay at my place. I’ve got a spare bedroom—s’where Jude and RJ usually sleep when I’ve got ‘em, but that ain’t no big deal. I can make ‘em up bedrolls on the floor in my room if they’re stayin’ or—” he was rambling nervously, “—if ya ain’t comfortable with that, I mean, stayin’ at my place, we’ve got plenty of other apartments and houses. We could set ya up somewhere else—I just thought, with DJ, might be easier—and maybe would be, I dunno, would be—"

“Daryl—” You stopped him with a hand gentle on his arm. “Of course we’d love to stay with you, if you’re okay with the extra trouble.”

He gulped. The last fucking thing he wanted now was to be parted from you and DJ, even if it was just by half a block. “Ain’t no extra trouble,” he drawled quietly, slightly transfixed from the touch of your hand on his arm.

You laughed. “You say that now… but you may have forgotten over the last decade, I can be a handful,” you joked. “And DJ? He takes after his dad in some ways.”

Daryl let out an amused exhale and shook his head. “Poor kid,” he joked, but you shot him a look.

“Lucky kid,” you corrected him. God, he’d missed that. You had always been so affirming to him. You had unwavering confidence in him and you told him and showed him every damn day. His internal monologue was often so dark, especially lately with things all seeming to go wrong. But you had always shown a light on him, always told him so earnestly that he was good and loved even when he didn’t believe it or didn’t feel he deserved it himself. He felt a swell of gratitude and emotion and fought against what felt like a huge bubble in his chest that was getting ready to burst. Your voice interrupted him.

“So. Which way is home?” You were looking at him expectantly.

“Uhh, this way,” he murmured, tilting his head toward the next street over. He let out a loud whistle and Dog turned and came rushing back. “Hey—Jude, RJ. Let’s go! We’re gonna help Y/N and DJ get settled, alright?”

“Uncle Daryl?” RJ said when he had trotted over, looking up with shining brown eyes.

“Yeah, bud?”

“I’m hungry,” he said.

Daryl ruffled a hand through his own hair a little anxiously. “Yeah… yeah, we’ll have to see ‘bout that in a bit. Let’s head home first and then I’ll figure that out, okay?”

You and Daryl exchanged a knowing glance. Keeping growing kids nourished was a constant worry.

“Mom?” DJ asked you softly. You looked down at him with a questioning look. He dug into his small bag and pulled out an apple. It was slightly bruised on one side, but shone bright red in the sun and seemed just as crisp as when you’d picked it for him a few days back. “Can I?” he asked. Your heart swelled and you nodded as you ran your fingers down one of the wavy strands of his brown hair.

“Of course. That’s a very kind thing to do,” you said proudly.

DJ trotted a few paces to catch up to RJ and then nudged him gently with his elbow, holding out the apple to him. RJ took it excitedly and thanked him with a broad smile. He took a huge bite and then offered it to Judith, who also happily shared it. Pretty soon the three of them were sharing it like old pals.

Daryl was smiling as he watched the exchanged. “That’s some kid ya’ve got,” he said softly.

“You mean that we’ve got,” you corrected him. “He’s your son, Daryl.”

Daryl gulped and looked down at you, his eyes still a little wide with disbelief. We. You’d said we. He wanted so desperately to read into that and allow his mind to run on with all his foolish hopes… He nudged his nose up in a shy nod and chewed on his bottom lip a moment. A son. He had a son.

The kids ran ahead, chasing after Dog and throwing a stick for him time and time again, until finally Daryl cleared his throat and nodded toward the nearest condo on the end of a small row. “This is me,” he said. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck nervously. “Yer place now too, if ya think it’ll work okay. And ya don’t mind a bit’a dog hair.” It was as if he needed to give you every opportunity to change your mind.

“DJ and I have been sleeping wherever I could find the smallest bit of shelter or safety for quite a while now. We moved every day. This is going to be a huge change for the better. Thank you.” You studied his expression again. “And I don’t mind the dog hair,” you laughed. Dog seemed to have heard you because he came and slipped through the space between your legs, stopping and leaning to one side, rubbing his body against your leg, looking up at you. You laughed and bent to give him neck scratches and he was soon licking your face.

“He likes ya,” Daryl said. There was a smile in his voice. He took that moment and allowed himself to take in the way the afternoon light was illuminating the hues in your eyes as you glanced back up at him and the shine in your hair. He felt like he’d been transported to some alternate dimension—he was so used to struggling to live every day without you and suddenly… here you were. Dog finally darted to the garage door, prancing anxiously on his front paws, and Daryl collected himself enough to go over and push it up. RJ and Judith raced in after Dog, but DJ waited back.

Your eyes went immediately to the bike parked there. “Oh my God,” you said, grinning. The light in your eyes now seemed to be sparking on his behalf as you strode over to it. You shot him a brilliant look and Daryl’s heart skipped a beat and then sped up. “This is amazing. Did you build this?” you asked, touching it here and there.

Daryl brushed a hand back through his hair and shrugged. “Yeah. Aaron, you’ll meet Aaron, he had been collectin’ parts for years before he brought our group in. He didn’t really know what to do with them. First damn thing I did after I was sure Alexandria was gonna be real, safe, was put ‘em to good use.”

DJ was looking at the bike with eager interest and excitement. “You built it? From scrap?” he asked again.

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod. “Yep.”

“Can I have a ride?” he asked excitedly.

Daryl smiled. “Yeah. ‘Course. Uhh—as long as that’s okay with yer mom,” Daryl said, glancing your direction, resting a hand on the handlebar.

“Nobody safer to ride with,” you said, nodding. “As long as you wear a helmet, DJ. But not today. Maybe tomorrow, if the weather is good, alright?” DJ seemed satisfied with that and ran ahead into the condo after Judith and RJ. You glanced over at Daryl again and his eyes were already on you. He was wringing his hands a little anxiously. “Well, when do I get a ride from you again? It’s been a while. Maybe tonight?” Daryl’s mouth dropped slightly open and you laughed nervously when you realized the obvious innuendo. You felt your cheeks flushing. “The bike!” you said in a hurry. “I meant on—” you pressed a hand up to your face and ducked his gaze. Daryl was gulping nervously. “Jesus—I meant on the—” You sighed and laughed again, quite sure that your face was still bright red.

Daryl rubbed a hand over the back of his neck awkwardly, but he was also feeling a heat in his chest like you’d just struck flint and steel to tinder and he too let out a small, awkward laugh. Not to mention that intimate scenes he held dearly deep in his mind were suddenly rushing into the forefront like they’d been called. He could still feel the shape of your hip under his hand like it was just yesterday, or the softness of you as his fingertips dimpled into your skin… He could see the water cascading down your body as he pressed you back against the wall of the shower. He could hear your hurried breathing, the breathy way you used to say his name… The noises of pleasure he’d been able to pull from you. When he couldn’t sleep or when things were just too dark, he’d let his mind wander over those memories, but he had to limit himself. Otherwise, he would have run the risk of living entirely there in that daydream, forgetting the now, and then how would he have kept going, knowing it may be lost forever? And then suddenly you were made real in front of him again. Here. You were right here. Shit. Get it together, man. He refocused his attention on the expectant look on your face. “Uhh—lemme show ya inside,” he drawled.

You bit your bottom lip and followed him in. The kids were all piled on the couch, Dog in front of them, and your heart lifted to see DJ interacting with Jude and RJ so easily. There must have been a smile on your face because Daryl was looking at you with the corners of his eyes crinkled in one too.

“It’s been a long time since he’s been able to be around any other kids, before Hershel, I mean,” you said. The smile faded again and Daryl thought you looked suddenly veiled in sadness briefly.

“C’mon,” he said, tilting his head toward the small hallway. “Bathroom in there,” he said, passing the small room on the right. “Here’s the spare room,” he said. Out of habit he tried to flick on the light and then remembered that the Whisperers had trashed the solar panels and he flicked it back off. “Uhh… sorry. No power back up yet.”

“Haven’t had power in years,” you said. “Won’t even miss it.”

Daryl ruffled his fingers back through his hair again. “We’ll get it back up,” he said with certainty. “‘Til then I got plenty of candles and lanterns and stuff. Remind me before it gets dark. My room is just—” he pointed down the hall to the next door, “right there.”

You leaned on the doorframe next to him and looked in at the little room. A bed. A real bed. “Thanks for this.”

He ducked his head and nodded, shifting nervously beside you. “Yeah. S’nothin’. Dun need to thank me.”

There was a loud squeal from one of the kids and you both moved back to the main room. Dog had jumped on the couch with the three of them and was now laying fully across their laps. You hadn’t seen such a grin on DJ’s face in what felt like a lifetime. You glanced around the room, taking in the space and what Daryl had done to make it his. There were various antlers and pelts around, and the coffee table had a few old books on it, the top one about piracy. “Hmm,” you hummed.

“What?” he asked.

“Nice place you have here. It’s very Daryl,” you said, a small smile curving your lips. “It suits you. Though maybe a cabin in the woods would still suit you better.”

Daryl’s stomach suddenly clenched. A cabin in the woods. Fuck. He had to tell you. He had to figure out how the fuck to tell you…

“What do you think?” you asked him, and Daryl suddenly realized you must have been talking to him.

“Sorry, what?”

“Think the kids would be okay here on their own for a while so we can go try and find some food for everyone?”

He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, and we can ask Rosita and Gabe to look in on ‘em.”

Your face brightened. “Please, let’s go see Rosita.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah, course. And—Gabriel ain’t the same anymore,” Daryl said. “He’s turned out to be real good to have around.”

You shook your head and let out a laugh of disbelief. “You remember what I said when he finally got down off that rock?”

Daryl snorted out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. Ya asked if we could put him back.” You laughed again more earnestly.

“And—him and Rosita? Really? I mean, Maggie told me but it’s still hard to wrap my brain around…”

Daryl laughed again, fiddling anxiously with a rock on the side table. “I think that took all of us by surprise at first,” Daryl drawled. “But—” he shrugged. “They do seem to be doin’ good together. C’mon. Let’s get goin’ while we still got daylight.” He stepped farther into the room and managed to grab the kids’ attention. “Hey—Jude. Yer the oldest, so yer in charge, alrigh’? We’re just gonna go see about some dinner, okay? If we ain’t back when it’s startin’ to get dark, ya go to Aunt Rosita’s or find Uncle Jerry and Aunt Nabila at their place, okay? And keep away from that part of the wall tha’s down. I mean it. Ya can show DJ around, but I don’t want ya over there.”

Jude nodded and agreed. “Okay.”

“Dog, get down,” Daryl said, and the Malinois jumped back onto the rug. Daryl hugged Jude and ruffled RJ’s hair. Then he held a fist out to DJ, who eagerly bumped it with his own and grinned. Daryl knelt down so he was at their eye level again. “We’ll be back just as soon as we can, alrigh’? Ya’ll be good and stay safe. Jude, ya got yer sword? Good. You and DJ, watch out for RJ.”

Your heart felt like it grew three sizes just watching him reassuring the kids and making sure that everyone was alright for you both to leave. “We’ll try not to be too long,” you said, and you went and grabbed each of them in a hug, leaving a kiss on the top of DJ’s head too. “Keep your bow with you,” you told him. “Good. See you soon, hopefully with some dinner.”

The reunion with Rosita was emotional, and you cooed over baby Coco with her and lamented the loss of Siddiq when she told you what had happened in brief. By the time you were heading back to Daryl’s to grab his bike and head out, you agreed that Gabriel was an entirely different person than he had been when you’d known him. “Gotta admit… the eye and still wearing the stuffy outfit—it’s definitely a look,” you said, walking back beside Daryl.

He let out a small laugh and glanced over at you. “Like I said, he ain’t the same.” He strapped his crossbow onto the bike and slung his leg over, standing up so you could slip on behind him. Nervous flutters were already rising before you even climbed on, and when your hands finally settled lightly on his sides, he felt like his body temp rose a hundred degrees. He did his best not to stiffen with nerves and settled down on the seat. “Ain’t sure what we’ll find out there,” he said. “Those assholes brought a horde through ‘round here. Scared off most of the game.”

Your arms looped around him more fully and he gulped again. “Fish probably didn’t run away. Neither did the plants and fungi. We’ll find something,” you said ardently. “We always find something.”

Daryl started his bike and, for a brief moment, thought he felt your cheek press to the back of his shoulder. “Ya ready?”

“Hell yeah!” you yelled over the engine, and he could hear the smile in your voice.

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Having any luck?” you asked Daryl as you approached from out of the woods nearby again, a canvas bag that now seemed rather full clutched in your hand.

“Mhm… Carp. Gonna taste like mud,” he said, nodding to the huge fish lying on the grass beside him. “But they’re definitely better than nothin’. You?”

“Yeah. Found a good haul of mushrooms—chantarelles, oyster mushrooms, chicken of the woods. And a bunch of edible plants. Ramps?” you held up a clump of something from your bag.

“Uhhh—am I s’posed to know what the hell yer talkin’ about?”

You laughed heartily and Daryl’s heart skipped a beat, as it seemed to do damn near every time you did anything. “Ramps!” you said again. “They’re a wild onion. Taste kind of like a cross between garlic and scallions.”

“Hmm,” Daryl nod, turning his attention back to the river and shooting an arrow into the now writhing form of a dark fish. “Learn somethin’ new ev’ry day. I think I always just called them wild onions. No need to be fancy about it,” he teased you, grabbing his arrow and the impaled fish with it.

You gave him a look and then turned your eyes back to the pile of large fish on the bank. “I think we have enough here for quite a bit soup. We’ll be able to feed some hungry kids tonight.”

Daryl retrieved his arrow and grabbed a bag for the fish from his pack. “Tha’s what it’s all about,” he said.

You spun around as you heard a twig snap somewhere behind you in the trees. Daryl stood and grabbed his bow again, immediately on edge, and paced several steps forward in the soft grass until he was slightly in front of you. It was a protective instinct he’d always had… even now it came back like old muscle memory.

The snap of the dry wood was soon followed by a growing growl sound and the two of you both breathed sighs of relief. “Goddamn walker. Tha’s all,” he drawled.

“Yeah,” you agreed, though the worry didn’t leave your face completely. Daryl was again sharply aware that you’d been through some very serious shit very recently, shit he didn’t yet know the full extent of. “We should get back. It’s going to start getting dark soon.”

“Yeah. I was just thinkin’ the same thing.” Daryl unsheathed his knife and advanced on the scrawny and emaciated looking rotter ambling toward the two of you. He lunged with a perfectly placed strike and sunk his blade into its head. It crumpled to the leaf litter and laid still.

The two of you strode back toward his bike, side by side, and you glanced over at him when you felt his eyes on you. “Hmm?” you prompted him, adjusting your hold on the foraging bag stuffed full of ingredients over your shoulder.

He shrugged and looked back down toward where he was placing his boots. “Will ya tell me—uhh… ‘bout when he was born? I mean—where were ya and—guess I just wanna know ‘bout it all,” he said.

Your expression was soft as you looked back at him and Daryl relaxed some. “Yeah, of course. Daryl, you can ask me anything you want to about DJ. Really about anything. Ask me anything about anything,” you laughed. “I’ll do my best to answer. Oh—and remind me to show you the book when the kids are in bed tonight.”

“The book?”

You nodded. “Yeah. The book.”

He nodded, intrigued. “Alrigh’.”

You sighed, looking ahead and taking in the way the light was filtering through the leaves still clinging to the craggy oak branches. “When DJ was born, I was still in Georgia. You remember how I said people just were finding me or I was finding them?” Daryl nodded. “I had been trying to scavenge supplies from this huge department store, get ready for the baby and find some more vitamins and stuff. I thought there was a good chance there were supplies left inside because the parking area had been some kind of military checkpoint or something and the whole thing had these huge fences chain link fences topped with razor wire. I hadn’t seen any walkers in there… I found some fence cutters and made a way inside. Pried a door open and got into the building. I was right. There were supplies in there,” you laughed dryly. “But the reason I hadn’t seen any walkers was because there were people living inside.”

Daryl’s brow furrowed heavily.

“I was lucky—very lucky. They turned out to be good people, just a small group of survivors. A found family. They saw, immediately of course, that I was pregnant and one of them happened to be a midwife. They were all with me when I went into labor. We had left the store by then. There were getting to be too many dead in the suburbs and we’d headed away from the populated areas. We took a Jeep and a truck full of supplies and found this farmhouse and set up there for the winter. It reminded a little of Hershel’s farm. We had a decent stock of supplies and I had everything I needed for the baby but I was still terrified of course… especially after what happened to Lori. But everything went smoothly and after an excruciating 14 hours of labor, I delivered a healthy baby boy and named him Daryl as soon as I saw him.” Tears brimmed in your eyes as you looked over at him again. Your voice was soft and breathy when you spoke again and you’d had to fight to get the words out. “I wish you were there,” you said. “I wished that more than anything at the time and still. He was just this tiny little thing, all wiry arms and legs.” You sniffled and tried to pull yourself back together. “For a birth in the apocalypse, I was very lucky,” you said with a dry laugh.

You walked in silence for a while, each of you sinking into your own thoughts, but Daryl finally broke it again. “Those people—were any of ‘em still with ya when—were any of them with ya when yer community was attacked?”

The weight of it settled back over you and you nodded. “Yeah. Two of them were.” The only sound was the soft noise of the damp earth and leaf litter beneath your boots.

“‘M sorry,” Daryl drawled. “We’ve all lost a lotta people over the years, but I ain’t never lost everybody all at once like ya have. Not really. I mean, it felt that way when the prison fell, but I knew there were more of us out there. I knew you were out there, somehow.”

The muscle in your jaw tensed and you nodded, looking up again at the last bit of afternoon light waning against the tops of the trees. In a moment, the tension on your face seemed to pass and you glanced back over at him. “We’ve all lost people. Who’s to say what’s better or worse?”

On the ride back to Alexandria, Daryl swore you held on even more tightly to him than you had on the way out, and he knew he wasn’t imagining that you were leaning into him.

_ _ _ _ _ _

The fish and foraged ingredients had made a huge pot of soup, enough to feed all the kids in Alexandria and a good many adults too. Everyone’s mood was jovial with a full stomach as you sat around the little table with Daryl and the kids. It wasn’t lost on you that DJ and Daryl ate exactly the same; ravenously, unabashedly, and frequently using their sleeves as napkins. It had you smiling through most of the meal. Daryl had caught you staring at him once.

“What?” he prompted you, hurriedly wiping a sleeve across his mouth as if he thought he had food stuck there.

You smiled and shook your head. “Nothing.”

You’d tried to convince Carol to come for dinner but she’d insisted she didn’t want to intrude on your first night back. She gladly accepted some of the soup though, and you’d made her promise to come find you the next day. Now, you and Daryl were telling Judith, RJ, and DJ old stories and regularly cracking them up into fits of giggles. Dog was happily chewing a scavenged deer bone on the rug.

“Hey, what ‘bout that time,” Daryl had to pause and let out a gruff laugh, pointing at you. “‘Member, ya flipped the bird at that squatter? And then—”

“Alright!” you said standing up hurriedly, and cutting him off on purpose. “I think they can hear the rest of that story when they’re all older! Kids, help me clear the table please,” you said, grabbing Daryl’s plate and shooting him a look. His blue eyes were smiling and they followed you all the way into the kitchen as he leaned back in his chair.

Judith and RJ wanted to stay the night since they hadn’t seen their Uncle Daryl in so long (and you were definitely an added bonus) so you helped him set up bed rolls for them on the floor in his room before tucking DJ in in your own bed down the hall. You stroked his hair away from his face and kissed his forehead.

“Mom,” he started, yawning and sinking more deeply into his pillow.

“Mhm?”

“I think I really like this place. And… it’s nice to be around other kids again. This feels like a family,” he said and you nodded in agreement, smiling serenely.

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“So… can we stay?” he asked.

“What do I always say?”

“‘We can stay as long as we can stay’,” he recited.

“Right. But, if it makes you feel better, I think and I hope that will be a long time.”

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Yandere Neighbor Wars: Boundaries...There Are None

Leona Kingscholar 🦁vs Malleus Draconia🐲: Boundaries…There Are None

🦁🐲You’re new neighborhood was especially upscale 🦁🐲A far cry from what you were used to but recently you had come into a great deal of money 🦁🐲Added on by a promotion that would up keep your new living space 🦁🐲Along with your large new home you had especially…interesting neighbors 🦁🐲One you met before officially moving  🦁🐲Stepping on one of them who you somehow didn’t notice was lounging on your front steps 🦁🐲“Hey! Watch your feet, herbivore!” 🦁🐲“S-sorry! Wait hold on, why are you even here?!”  🦁🐲You’d later find out that your lazy neighbor was named Leona from his money-pinching caretaker Ruggie 🦁🐲Most would think that after you made it quite clear that you were moving in that perhaps your neighbor would be less inclined to lounge on your property 🦁🐲He did not. 🦁🐲In your yard, on your porch, in your bedroom 🦁🐲He had no boundaries and every time you tried to get him to not equate your house to a daycare cot for his nap time he’d just wave you off 🦁🐲“You’re not sleeping here anyway and if you were it’d be an honor to use you as a pillow.” 🦁🐲You’re other neighbor was a different situation 🦁🐲Finding the tall handsome ravenette with cat like eyes in the dead of night may have incurred a confrontation with a bat/pepperspray in hand 🦁🐲Only to find that the mysterious man simply liked the architecture and has been enjoying the abandoned property aswell as the new tenant 🦁🐲“I find that I’m already quite fond of you. I do hope we can be close with one another.” 🦁🐲And for a while he’s your midnight rendezvous chatting with you until he dismisses himself  🦁🐲It wouldn’t be until you invited your friend to one of the community amenities with you that you’re enlightened on the identity of your mystery friend 🦁🐲Malleus Draconia, the illusive and feared heir that had most of the community quickly excusing themselves 🦁🐲With the exception of one  🦁🐲“Oi Dragon you're stinking up the pool with your presence. Do us all a favor and fly home.” 🦁🐲“I am sure you would like that, especially in order to make room for that ego of yours.” 🦁🐲“Grrr.” 🦁🐲Their contentious relationship only gets worse when they realize how you each know each other 🦁🐲“He…sleeps at your house?!” 🦁🐲“Yeah he comes over to just nap and eat. Which is fine I just wish he’d at least text me or something.”  🦁🐲“Child of–(Y/n) may I too come to your house as I see fit? With warning, of course!” 🦁🐲“Uhh sure.” 🦁🐲Nowadays isn’t odd for both parties to be at your house whether you’re there or not:

“Oh, it is you.” Malleus sneered he had retreated to your home, letting himself in as you recently gifted him a key. Finally finishing his business he excitedly rentered hoping to find you in the midst of whatever domestic activity that you were doing. Unfortunately instead of you he found the repulsive, cattish, neighbor–Leona. Still laying on one of your couches he sat up only to scowl as he too recognized the heir dressed in black and green

“When did you get a key?!” 

Snarling in disgust it only worsened his mood as the man preened, showing off the metal object before delicately stuffing it into his chest pocket. 

“Earlier this week. Since then I’ve been given express permission to come inside whenever I please.”

Smug in his smirk he missed Leona's own smirk flash upon his face before feigning an annoyed face. Pretending to be peeved and disinterested as Malleus continued to boast about all the freedom’s he’s been allowed. So engrossed he completely missed how he casually followed Leona who was getting up and headed to a bathroom. He eventually stopped as Leona leaned on a doorway with crossed arms.

“Why have we come here? Do you need a chaperone for such a simple task?”

“Grr no princess! Use your eyes.”

“What do you want me to see? Is it the toilet–your house?”

“No. The tooth brushes one of them..is mine.” Ducking out of the room with a toothy smile he let Malleus’ neutral expression turn into a shocked look of horror as he once again somehow fell short to the one he never had a problem with defeating in the past. He fought the urge to drop the yellow toothbrush in the toilet but this was your house and he wouldn’t dare disrespect you in the case you had bought it. 

“Don’t cry too much princess, I’m sure if you rot here long enough you’ll get to my level.”

He chuckled as he trotted up your stairs expecting to end the conversation so that he could indulge  in his favorite passtime before you came back home. Malleus hesitated before recalling the layout of your house as if he made time to fully note the floorplans. Leona ducked into your room, easily unlocking the door that was decorated with memorabilia of your favorite things. 

“Where did you get that key?! Did they give you–?”

“Quiet! We only have thirty minutes before they get home.”

He spoke distracted as he began delicately rummaging through your things before sliding onto your bed. Malleus was both enamored with everything in your room and completely stunned by the catlike nuzzling Leona was giving within your pillows. Restraining himself, he ran his fingers along the fabric of a hoodie he saw you wear religiously.

“I’m surprised you would share this with me…I thought we most certainly are rivals.”

Taking a deep wiff of your pillow before pulling back for oxygen he spoke with a growl lingering in his throat.

“Oh we are but I’d prefer you get your..fix this way than creeping on them the way you do.”

“...You saw me?” 

“I did. And getting worrisome calls at odd hours of the day about some strange creep lingering outside their house isn’t ideal…but when they let us have free reign to scare them off, well I guess I owe that to you and I wouldn’t be caught dead feeling indebted to you.”

“...But if I were to stop then that would have been all for naught, correct?”

Turning away from his own intense smelling of your hoodie the emerald eyed heir asked, watching Leona casually lay on your bed. 

“Not if you got your lackeys to do it for you, not to mention an actual stalker is actually lingering around right now.” 

Speaking so casually Malleus frantically turned wearing your hoodie. 

“An actual stalker?”

“Yeah it's someone who lives nearby and if we don’t at least keep an eye out it’ll be easier to…”

He was cut off by the call coming from his phone, looking at the caller ID he immediately got up quickly fixing up your bed before making his way out of your room down the steps. Leaving Malleus who was especially engrossed in the comfort your hoodie gave him before realizing that Leona was no longer present. 

“Malleus?” 

“(Y/n)!” 

“Ugh, I must have left the door unlocked! Uhm Malleus can I have my hoodie back?”

“I..may I have this its quite snug.”

“...For a little while but before you leave you’ll have to give it back.”

“Of course, child of man!” 

He didn’t. And Leona’s debt was paid therefore all gloves were off. Time to even the score.

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[rivetgoth]

Got tagged by @skinnedcorpse to share 10 songs I’ve been listening to recently! So uhh here are some of mine. :)

Geneva Jacuzzi — Cannibal Babies. Omfg I saw Geneva Jacuzzi perform last night and she was INCREDIBLE. Genuinely like absolutely mindblowing, one of my favorite live shows I’ve seen in a bit. This song in particular has been really sticking out for me.

HEALTH — L.A. Looks. Been on a little bit of a HEALTH kick and this song in particular just fucks so hard. It’s so euphoric and bright. Also I love living in LA.

ACTORS — In Real Life. One of my favorite darkwave bands put out a new single!! I’ve been really hype for new music from them and this track is really good. Been listening to it a bunch.

Clan of Xymox — Louise. I’m about to throw some real classic obvious stuff at y’all cuz I’ve been spending some time with some old faves recently. Been having a Xymox moment. They’re so good.

Siouxsie and the Banshees — Monitor. Man the other day I just threw on Juju for the first time in a bit and was like damn. I can’t believe she did all that. 1981 dropping like legendary iconic classic after classic back to back like that. It’s a cold take I know but god I love this song.

New Order — Age of Consent. This song came on at the club for the first time in ages recently and it went offffffff it was so nice to hear it.

Virgin Prunes — Bau-Dachöng. Sorry for being goth. Was reminded of this album awhile back so I’ve been revisiting it a bunch. I swear it was before St Patrick’s Day I’m not one of those guys I promise.

Male Tears — Creep Distance. This album just screams summertime for me, especially summer 2022 for me. As the weather clears up a little here and the sun is finally coming out I’ve been super nostalgic. Sounds like rum and cherry cola with lime.

Choir Boy — Two Lips. Polar opposite of Male Tears, Choir Boy just screams the nostalgia of cold winter nights, especially their first album.

Beborn Beton — Another World. Goth club staple from the past couple of decades, I’ve heard it in clubs for YEARS but never actually went out of my way to look it up and listen to it recreationally and damn. It goes off actually. 

Idk who to tag!! @lysistra @ourladyofomega @omegaversereloaded @testure-1988 @theonlycure? If y’all want ofc!!

[spemtang]

Everything You Do & All I Try To Do

A DrakGo Fanfic.

Artwork by: Me!

Read on AO3

Summary: Drakken loses the medal he received at the ceremony months prior. He and an annoyed Shego have to go look for it. Hopefully, nothing bad happens.

Drakken tossed aside another overturned drawer, papers scattering across the floor. He had torn through the lair for over an hour, yet still no sign of it. Stupid, foolish mistake to misplace something so important.

His eyes examined the room, taking in the varying layers of dust settling on old doomsday devices. A small part of him was relieved at his own current failure. The thought of failing at something had him reminiscing, a nostalgic feeling. When was the last time he had used any of them? Weeks? Months? He couldn't remember. Time after time he had rebounded from failure; ironically, it was success that he found himself unable to recover from.

Drakken slumped into a chair. He’d foiled himself for once.

Kim Possible, his teen archnemesis, had always been the one to put an end to his plans. But lately, though no fault of her own, nothing. No thrilling chases, no banter, no imminent sense that his adversary could burst through the door at any moment to stop his world-dominating schemes.

Though not the burst he expected, the sound of a metal door sliding open was enough to alert him that someone had come in. He could quickly tell who simply by the way she walked.

“Lose something, Dr. D?” Her ever-sardonic tone permeated the quiet room, peering around at the ransacked environment that had once been the study.

“Shego.” He acknowledged under his breath, letting out a heavy yet admittedly reverent sigh at the familiar voice. “Obviously. I can’t seem to find that medallion from a while back-” His voice trailed as he tossed another book off the shelf.

Shego watched it clatter by her feet, then snorted, “Wait, wait, wait. You mean to tell me you actually lost that thing?” She said, forcing a snarky grin. Yet, she found her cunning remarks coming less naturally than they used to. She turned her eyes away temporarily, trying to brush it off; perhaps it was the lack of recent schemes that kept her out of her prime... mockfulness?

She's pulled from her brief introspection by the sound of a grumbled response followed by his voice, “Yes, yes. Don’t remind me.” he said, turning to Shego. “Any ideas from you as to where it could be?” She paused to think, “Uhh, not that I can remember, sorry.” She said, giving a nonchalant shrug.

A small device sitting on a nearby desk caught Shego’s attention.

“What’s up with this thing?” She asked. Drakken peered over his shoulder to look before turning back.

“It’s an electronic dog whistle I’ve been making. Commodore Puddles has been tearing up the furniture lately, I figured I should focus on training him for once.”

Shego gave him a look, “Wow...What a responsible owner you are.” She mocked, “Y’know, I think that’s the most ambition I’ve seen out of you in months, Dr. D.” She added, tone a little bitter about the lack of action recently.

He didn’t reply.

With a quiet scoff, Shego made a show of plopping herself down into the nearby armchair, whipping out a magazine. Yet, she was too distracted by the whole “missing medal” ordeal to focus on its contents. Peering over the top of her magazine, she watched Drakken scramble around the lair, tossing things aside haphazardly. He was clearly obsessed with finding that medal. Seeing him so distressed stirred a hint of emotion she couldn't quite place. Concern? Sympathy? She didn’t like thinking too hard about it.

“Y’know, hate to sound like a broken record, but you’ve really turned this place upside-down, Doc.” She commented, noticing many more books lying around than she had initially observed.

“Not without reason, Shego.” He replied bluntly, shuffling through neighboring rooms, increasing and lowering his tone to match the proximity. “If I were none the wiser, I’d think someone took it! But what business would anyone have stealing that thing? There are plenty of fancy gold vaults to steal from; why me?”

“Not sure,” Shego replied, entertaining enough weak conversation to keep him going.

Drakken deactivated the study’s remote-controlled fireplace and examined behind it, “I could’ve sworn I had it just the other day. It’s my fault I hadn’t checked on it in a while.” He continued with a sigh, “I mean, it’s got to be around here somewhere...”

He halted briefly,

“Er- Well-”

Shego peered up from her magazine to look at him,

“What?”

“Let’s say...hypothetically, a few days ago, I felt a little bored and nostalgic and was taking it to a lot of our old lairs, and I may or may not have left it at one of them-”

Shego groaned loudly, “You can’t be serious...How many is ‘a lot’???”

“About 14 of them.”

She gave him a long, hard look. Then, she sighed, pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose in frustration.

She stood, marching for the door.

“Whatever, let’s just get a move on.”

On their way out, Drakken nabbed the device he’d been working on. Despite his confidence, it’d be best to keep himself occupied if this–like Shego probably predicts–is a total waste of time.

Thrusters hummed smoothly beyond distant, quaint villages and ski resorts as the hovercraft rocketed over the landscape. They flew high above the valley below into the jagged, sky-piercing peaks of the range. Thick, perfectly white snow blanketed the steep mountainsides, gleaming brightly in the afternoon sun. The pair were blasted with its thin, frigid air, which held a crisp alpine scent.

“Come to think of it, this might just be the place.”

Shego glared, her hands flickering a threatening glow, “Are you telling me we didn’t have to go to the other 13!?”

Drakken tensed up and raised his hands defensively, “No, no! Your services are appreciated, Shego! It was perfectly likely for it to be at the other ones as well.”

Her palms fizzled, and she relaxed slightly before turning away, “Good. I can’t believe you revisited the wreckage of that stupid underwater lair.”

“I felt like scuba diving then, alright?”

“Yeah? I didn’t feel like scuba diving today .”

The two of them approached Drakken’s freezing lair in the Alps, still standing tall with its many pointed, almost pitchfork-like spires — yet decorated in a dense shrubbery of flowers, they looked to be two, no, three times as thick as the last time he was here. Surprisingly, they were not dead from the cold, though he supposed they were super high-pollinated . It wasn’t often he returned to old lairs; it would be the fourth time for this one in particular; it almost made him feel bad about the conditions he left them in.

As the two landed swiftly, he thought back a bit more. In truth, he was lying about being so sure only to make Shego feel more motivated; he wasn’t even sure if he went inside this one, the later details of the day having betrayed him.

“Do we really have to scout this garden of yours, Dr. D?” Shego asked with a noticeable irritation in her voice. Drakken hesitated, “Well, not particularly, no. But I’d appreciate it if-”

“Forget I asked. Let’s get in and out of here, and we’re done.” Shego remarked sourly. She was just about done with all the running around she’d been doing that day, and the freezing temperature certainly wasn’t helping his case.

Hiking up the side of the tall, icy glacier, not helped by the dense vegetation, Draken saw something in the distance.

“H-hey! Look! It’s one of those alien drone things!” He proudly announced, looking at the dismantled Lowardian machine in a distant snowy crevice. Shego sighed but didn’t look back, “Yeah, good job on saving the world, Doc. I’ve spent all day being reminded of your accomplishment.” Drakken almost opened his mouth in retaliation but decided against it, eyeing Shego as she trudged ahead. Frankly, he owed her for putting up with this wild medal chase. Hopefully, he could make it up to her once this was over.

For now, he decided keeping quiet and getting this search done quickly was probably the best course of action. Drakken hurried to catch up, the frigid wind biting through his coat. The sooner they got out of there, the better.

A faint green glimmer lit the black interior of the lair for a moment through cracks in the door. It was moments like these that Drakken was especially grateful for Shego. It’d be a real hassle getting all the vines off the handles without the use of her glow. There were... a lot of things to be grateful for when it came to Shego, actually.

The rickety door crept open, striking a small amount of light into the dark chamber, large patterns of vines and branches scaling its enclosure.

“A bit dark in here, isn’t it?” Drakken whispered, stepping across the cold floor and crunching leaves.

Shego looked around before spotting a faint light, “There,” She replied, blasting her glow at a dense gathering of vegetation, revealing the large hole the Lowardian Walkers had made in the wall. Sunlight poured in, brightening the room and showcasing a large shrub of flowers and vines.

“Much better.” Drakken acknowledged with an approving nod as he scanned the ruined lair.

His gaze wandered over the vibrant floral blooms now bathed in sunlight that beamed through the hole Shego had blasted. He watched, transfixed, as the petals seemed to perk up, stretching and unfurling as if soaking up the long-awaited rays.

A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. His, albeit mutant, plants had endured, bringing an unexpected vitality to the ruins. He admired the new growth sprouted from the weathered walls, winding through broken glass and overturned debris.

Then he looked back at his henchwoman, getting her hands dirty, and frowned a little. Stepping over to her awkwardly, he started, “Shego-”

Yet before he could start, a deafening crash drowned out his words. Shego’s head whipped over as their combined attention turned to a giant metallic claw that had formed a large crater before them — a booming, animal-like screech ruptured from the shrubbery across the room.

The ruined Lowardian Walker's limbs shuddered and jerked as if pulled by unseen strings. What once appeared as a mound of overgrowth stirred, vines cascading off metallic parts as the robot arose on rigid legs. Shambling forward awkwardly, its shattered frame moved with an awkward organic gait rather than mechanical precision.

Dull metal peeked through a living patina of roots and vines that clung to its body. Strange leafy tendrils protruded from joints like parasitic growths. It appeared much less a machine granted false life than a creature born of steel bones now overtaken by flora.

“Dr. Drakken? What is that thing?”

Drew paused in imminent fear; what was that thing?

Shego’s pupils thinned as the beast stirred, and she turned for the entryway. “Yeah, uh, I don’t think I get paid enough to deal with that so–!” She exclaimed and decided to hightail it out of there. Drakken nodded and quickly staggered to follow.

The pair burst out of the lair; their feet slipped on the snow-covered rock as they descended the icy cliff. The building effortlessly crumbled behind them as the giant mechanical monster stirring from a long slumber shook its already plant-weakened foundation. The reanimated monster smashed through the same entryway, letting out another piercing metallic shriek.

Before they could reach the Hover-car parked below, the Walker bounded past with alarming agility. Whether by cunning strategy or mere primal impulse, it pivoted sharply and kicked the Hover-car with all its might. The vehicle went sailing over the horizon, spinning end over end until it vanished.

The beast reared back on its hind legs, giving another enraged screech. Puppeting vines twist around its limbs, writhing in anticipation.

"And...there goes Plan A," Shego muttered, igniting her glowing green fists. "Guess we’ll have to go with Plan B." Her voice held an uneasy confidence. She leaped into action, hurling blasts of green energy at the lumbering monster. They sizzled against the metallic exterior but barely slowed its advance. It roared, charging at Shego. “Any plans, Doc?” she shouted his way, rolling away from a giant stomping leg.

Drakken blinked, "Right, yes, good call," Drakken said, peering around nervously for anything they could use. His scrambling was interrupted by the monster, quickly turning to rush his way. Shego hastily shot at a joint with another strong blast, knocking it off course with a squeal.

The two split up, trying to divide the creature's attention. Shego nimbly evaded each lumbering swipe, countering with bursts of plasma. Drakken ducked behind icy boulders, fumbling for any gadget in his coat that could help.

"Could really use one of your brilliant ideas anytime now!" Shego yelled over her shoulder.

“Ngyeehh, I’m working on it!” He yelled back.

To his credit, he was working on it. He dumped a variety of incomplete doodads from his coat, using little pliers and screws to put random pieces together. He had a raygun he’d constructed a while back on him as well, but knew it’d be useless against the exterior of one of those things.

“Think, Drew...you just have to come up with something.” He muttered to himself.

Then, he had it! Using parts from a magnetization ray he had been working on and a few emergency batteries he kept on him, he could construct some type of electromagnetic frequency emitter, totally frying that thing’s remaining systems! He just needed a few minutes to-

His momentary pride was shot down by the sound of a scream, followed by a loud crash. He’d be relieved if it weren’t for the fact that the scream was human, and Shego’s.

Quickly peeking around his cover, he saw only the aftermath — Shego tumbling through the snow before she lay limp against a clump of snow.

She didn’t seem to be getting up, either.

“S-Shego!” He called out in worry, the creature’s lumbering form snapped toward him the moment he chose to raise his voice.

Drakken quickly ducked back behind the cover, he needed to crunch those minutes into just seconds now. He rushed to shove the parts of his mechanism, pausing on the battery slot.

“Come on...! Which way, which way?” He muttered frantically, looking at the plus and minus symbols. “There!” He beamed, before throwing the device out into the open and taking cover.

Large, booming frequencies of electromagnetic energy pulsated from the device. The robot winced, slightly, but seemed largely unaffected. It stomped the device into oblivion before continuing its pursuit.

Drakken froze in fear. He was sure it would’ve worked! The machine’s systems should’ve been...completely fried.

Then, his eyes focused on its limbs, vines sliding and gripping. Overgrowth pulling and directing the Walker’s monstrous limbs.

Was it a machine at all?

No.

Its body was merely a husk, the shell.

It wasn’t a robot holding onto its functionality through botanical means. No, something lived inside. That something was orchestrating the remains of what was left in that place months ago.

Drakken, at his wit's end, did what he was best at: running away.

Drakken's legs pumped faster than they ever had before, fueled by sheer adrenaline as the monstrous walker bore down on him. He zig-zagged desperately, boots slipping on the icy terrain, but couldn't shake the thundering steps behind.

Just as a giant metal claw swiped at where he'd been seconds earlier, the beast suddenly halted. Drakken risked a frantic glance back. The creature swayed, vines writhing along its frame as if uncertain.

Drakken's mind raced — was it confused? Losing his trail? Or toying with him? He didn't intend to wait around to find out.

That thing was back to pursuing him a moment later, he ran into what he thought would be his saving grace, a crevice through the mountainside. Unfortunately, the monster was easily capable of turning its frame to follow him in. And, if things couldn’t get any worse, a towering wall at the end marked a dead-end for him. Regardless, he ran to it with no other option.

Coming to the path’s end, he whipped back around to see it looming over him.

Was this how he was going to go out? At the hands of the plants, he played a part in creating?

He pulled the dog whistle out of his coat as the Walker neared.

Tears of despair welled in his eyes, regardless of his feelings were meaningless to the simple beast before him. He hadn’t even fine-tuned the device he was going to make for his dog today.

Yet, as the device slipped from his shaky hands, it wasn’t Commodore Puddles that was on his mind, it was Shego.

Just as before, and just how things had always been. He was caught up in proving himself, proving his worth. It was the Bebe robots then, the medal now. All just to be in the disapproval of his peers by the end of it. It was his colleagues then, Shego now. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d let her down, of course. But it was looking to be the last.

He winced, taking a pathetic step out of the way as if to delay the inevitable. And as the Walker raised its claw for one final strike against its prey.

It stopped, it recoiled, and it writhed. Its heavy claw clattered to the ground out of the way as roots shivered along its metallic form.

Drakken almost thought it may have felt sympathy and spared him were it not for his eyes turning down and finding the cause: it was the dog whistle! He must’ve stepped on the activation button, and the creature was sensitive to the sound it made! He wasn’t sure why that was, but he took the opportunity to nab the device and dart away while it was stunned.

His feet slipped and stumbled as he fled through the deep snow. Behind him, a deafening roar shook the mountainside as the walker freed itself from the crevice, hellbent on pursuit.

Glancing back, Drakken noticed a gaping hole blown in the monster's armor from Shego's earlier attack. Green “flesh” writhed within, exposed. He just needed time to exploit that weakness!

But as Drakken turned forward again, his stomach dropped. Mere feet in front of him, the snow gave way to a sheer cliff plunging hundreds of meters down. Another dead end.

Whirling around, he came face-to-face with the monstrous Walker looming over him, escape cut off. Drakken desperately held out the screeching whistle, but if anything, it only aggravated the creature more.

Vines twisted furiously around the ruined parts of its metallic body. The monster's large flower appendages looked like two judgemental eyes staring down at him. A mass of leaves and petals shook, vibrating with something akin to rage. Time was running out.

Drakken's eyes darted around the narrow cliff edge. There had to be a way! He just needed to buy a few precious seconds against this unbridled fury...But it appeared there was no last-second idea he could pull to escape this situation.

The Walker reared back, shadowed by the sunlight as it prepared to deliver a final blow. Drakken stood with uneasy anticipation, but a flash of green exploded against the creature's back before the strike fell.

"Shego!" Drakken cried out in relief as the monster staggered.

She huffed, "Miss me, Dr. D?" Shego quipped, though looking a bit battered.

The monster whirled with a metallic roar, vines twisting furiously. As it charged Shego, Drakken seized his chance. He pulled out his raygun and fired at the damaged spot.

The creature screeched, whipping back toward Drakken. But Shego was ready, striking it again with her glow. They fell into a pattern — it would turn to attack one, only for the other to blast its weak point from behind.

With a final, piercing wail, the unbalanced Walker lurched toward Drakken. He braced himself, but Shego was faster.

"Hope you packed a parachute, you overgrown weed!"

She launched a powerful flying kick to the creature's back. And, unable to support its own weight, the monster tipped over the cliff's edge, plunging into the misty depths below with a fleeting, monstrous scream.

The two looked down into the gorge as the Walker plummeted into oblivion, equally releasing a heavy sigh.

Shego broke the exhausted silence first after catching her breath. "Glad that's over with."

Drakken turned to her, relief washing over him. "Shego..." he whispered.

He stepped closer, just needing to see her okay with his own eyes. "I was so worried about you. I'm glad you're alright."

Shego softened slightly, an uncharacteristic sincerity coming over her. "Yeah, I'm glad you're okay too, Dr. D."

She straightened, regaining some of her usual casual confidence. "That was some quick thinking with the raygun. I Didn't even know you had one of those."

"What sort of self-respecting villain wouldn't have one?" Drakken replied with a flashy grin.

Shego smiled warmly, head tilting. A moment of understanding silence fell between them.

Drakken broke it this time, voice heavy with remorse. "Shego, I'm...I'm so sorry about all this. For dragging you along over a silly medal."

Shego blinked, having nearly forgotten their reason for being there. "Hey, don’t worry about it. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve made me do something stupid. Nor the second, or the third..." she ribbed lightly.

Drakken rolled his eyes but smiled, “No need to rub it in, Shego.”

He noticed her windswept hair.

“Let me-”

He gently brushed a loose strand behind her ear. Her eyes closed momentarily as he did so.

"There," he murmured.

Shego blinked and met his eyes, her gaze lingering. "I can make an assumption or two but," She started, “What made that thing so special to you?”

Drakken sighed lightly.

“Maybe it was pride,” He paused to think, “But, it meant a lot to me as a sign of victory, I suppose. I haven’t done a whole lot of winning in my life.” He confessed.

Shego smirked playfully, “I think I’d know that more than anyone, Doc.”

Drakken gave a weak smile, the expression vanished from her face.

“Sorry, that was-”

“No, it’s alright.” Drakken assured her, “I like your edge, Shego. You know how to keep me in check.”

Her cheeks flushed just a little, and she smiled again.

“Thanks, Dr. D.”

Drakken turned his head up and to the left, he looked over at the overgrown lair for a moment.

“I don’t think I appreciate you enough.” He admitted, “I mean, I pay you to work for me, but still. I’m not sure if I ever got around to telling you this, but I really appreciated you coming to save me from the Lowardians back then.”

Her head perked up and her cheeks grew just a smidge redder, “Oh- It was nothing, Dr. D, honest.”

“Even if it was nothing, Shego, I still appreciate that you did that for me. I owe a lot to you, a lot more than money can pay for, anyway.” He relents, “For sticking around, that is. Even when I do stupid things all the time. I’m glad you’re still here.”

Shego felt a shiver run up her spine, and it wasn’t from the cold.

“Hey, uh, sorry we couldn’t find your thing.” She muttered, trying to ease the tension.

Drakken smiled.

“I’ll be alright, Shego. I feel I...found something better anyway.”

She swallowed, and without thinking, wrapped her arms around him. A sudden need enveloped her heart.

"Dr. D," she whispered.

Drakken turned to meet her gaze, taking in every detail of her face. Her fire, her strength, her loyal persistence through it all suddenly struck him. She was incredible.

His eyes fell half-lidded as he lost himself in hers. The frigid air faded away in the warmth of her embrace. Timidly, his hands came to rest at her sides, drawn in helplessly.

"Shego."

She took a small step closer, snow softly crunching underfoot. Time seemed to slow, the space between them electrified. It felt right.

Drakken leaned in hesitantly at first, then, as was routine, surrendered himself when Shego picked up the slack, confidently sealing the gap.

In the moment, he felt as if the world had fallen away. Her kiss enveloped him in an indescribable warmth, a tingling sense of belonging spreading through him- newfound purpose excavated from the depths of his timid heart. His hands moved from her sides and delicately cupped her face as he savored the intimacy. Her lips were so soft, and inviting.

Shego drew him closer, her aggressive edge giving way to tenderness. She never wanted this moment to end.

When they eventually, reluctantly parted, Drakken kept his forehead resting against hers, noses still touching. A faint smile played on his lips. Both were resistant to leaving the other's arms. Right now, they had each other- perhaps as they’d always had each other. And for them, that was enough.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He breathed.

“Yeah, I got the impression.”

Drakken clicked his tongue, catching Puddles’ attention once more. The whistle had proven quite effective for training after just a little tweaking, working out the odd frequencies.

"Come on boy, just a few more times around the lair," Drakken encouraged, pacing backward as his pet obediently waddled after.

Shego peeked up from her magazine and watched as Drakken and his dog scurried around the corner. The corners of her lips tugged upward, though she hid her expression. She gave him a bit of crap for it just the day prior but found it sorta endearing after everything.

She stood and followed after him.

“I can’t believe you’re just now training that thing after you’ve had him for...how many years now?”

Drakken scowled, some things never changed about her.

“He’s not a thing , his name is Commodore Puddles.” He remarked, pridefully lifting his pet, “And...world domination schemes get in the way, alright?”

She laughed, “Does that imply you’re retiring from world domination?”

He froze up, “Maybe...maybe not. But don’t think I’m going soft, Shego!”

She snickered still, and he grumbled at her.

“How’s this:” He started, “I’ve scouted out a museum with quite the rare artifact. What do you say we steal it together sometime?”

Shego raised a brow, “What do you plan on using it for?”

He shrugged, “I was thinking about stealing it just for the heck of it.” He admitted.

She grinned.

“I like the sound of that.”

Notes: I don't write very often, but I made this. I hope I got their character right. IDK... Here's a concept sketch of the Lowardian Walker-plant monster thing. Maybe one day I'll make a proper drawing of it, but consider this the canon-fanon for now.

#dr drakken #shego #kim possible #drakken x shego #drakgo #drakken #fanfic #fan fiction #writing #criticism is appreciated #sorry bcbdrums... i stole how you format fanfic posts

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Pomegranate Ink: XIV

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: The beginning of the new school year leads to reunions with some familiar faces.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.1k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: uhh rare pomegranate ink update ig

“You really don’t have to do this,” Yuta said, staring at the envelope in your hands so intensely you wondered if he thought he could burn it with his glare.

“How am I supposed to reach grade one status if I never go on any supervised missions? It’ll be fine. I doubt the higher ups or Gojo would let me be with someone as dumb and useless as Naoya, and worst comes to worst, there’s always Tullia Ex Machina,” you said, referring to how Tullia had drank your poisoned blood so that you could survive the attack from the cursed spirit you and Naoya had had to fight during your last supervised mission.

“Don’t rely on that!” Yuta said.

“I was just kidding. But, really, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you said, patting him on the shoulder and then tearing the envelope open. You were surprised that the mission directions had come by mail instead of digitally, as they usually did, but maybe whoever you were reporting to was old fashioned.

“Who’s taking you?” he said. You actually gagged aloud as you read over the letter.

“Fucking Principal Gakuganji!” you said. Yuta made a similar face to yours.

“I’m sorry to hear it,” he said. The principal of the Kyoto school was nothing like Principal Yaga; in fact, Principal Gakuganji had been one of the ones pushing the hardest for Yuta’s execution, back when he still had Rika. You knew him very well as the representation of everything you hated about jujutsu society and the higher ups, and as you were trying to break free from that whole scene, it was all in all not the greatest match up.

“Whatever, I guess I’ll just have to deal with it,” you said. “Would you say this is better or worse than Naoya?”

“Hm, probably better, if only because Gakuganji respects the hierarchies of jujutsu society at least a bit. He probably won’t let you get hurt, because the Kamos and your own family would be furious. Naoya’s a Zenin, so he was at least able to get away with a little bit due to his family’s protection, but Gakuganji can’t claim the same. That said, both are annoying. Why don’t they just let you go with Principal Yaga or Gojo?” Yuta said.

“I actually don’t know,” you said. “I mean, Nanami and Kaito aren’t allowed to supervise me because they’re the ones that gave my recommendation, but there’s no reason why Gojo or Principal Yaga couldn’t. Even Kusakabe, who’s now our direct teacher, can technically take me along with him if he wants. Those three just aren’t able to recommend me for promotion, but since I’ve already gotten the recommendation…”

“Weird,” Yuta said. “I can ask them about it while you’re gone.”

“I’d appreciate it if you would, thanks,” you said. “Knowing my luck, it’s probably some political nonsense blocking them.”

“When will those dumb old men leave you alone?” Yuta sighed.

“Probably never,” you said. “It’s sad, but as long as I have the capability to heal others, they won’t let me go. I’m too valuable to their cause, and because my family is so entrenched in their power structure, they think I’ll eventually fold and join them.”

Something uncomfortable arose on Yuta’s face. “By the way, speaking of such things…”

“Hm? Is something the matter?” you said. He began to fiddle with the two rings on his finger, a nervous habit he had picked up in recent times.

“Y/N,” he said, and then suddenly he was gripping your hand so tightly it was a wonder it did not break. “If I had to go somewhere far away, would you break up with me?”

“Huh? Why are you asking me that?” you said, taken aback. “That’s not really related to what we were talking about earlier at all.”

“Just answer. Please,” he said.

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, if you went somewhere far away and stopped talking to me entirely, I guess it would happen naturally…but I would miss you very dearly, and I would not find a new man until I knew for certain that you did not want me anymore,” you said.

“Oh,” he said. “That’s a relief.”

“Is there a reason you’re asking me that, or are we just at the point in our relationship that we ask each other weird questions? Because if so, I have to know: would you still love me if I was a worm?” you said.

“Obviously,” he said. “And no, it’s not hypothetical. Gojo wants to send me to Africa.”

You paused, tilting your head so that you could really look at him and discern whether he was telling the truth or not. His expression was carefully neutral, only barely hinting at the despair broiling beneath the surface, and he was such a bad liar that you knew this was not a falsehood.

“Africa’s a big continent,” you said. “Did he specify a country? At least a region?”

“No,” Yuta said.

“He wouldn’t,” you said with a sigh. “How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know. I’m supposed to train with some sorcerer contact he has in the area, don’t ask me which area, I don’t know, and I guess it’s until that sorcerer thinks I’ve learned all I can from him,” he said.

“I see,” you said. “And you’re worried I’ll find someone new while you’re in some as-of-yet-unknown-African country?”

“A little bit,” he admitted.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” you said with a frown.

“It’s not that I think you would, it’s just…I am afraid,” he said.

“You shouldn’t be,” you said. He gave you one of his looks, those wounded-deer ones that made you want to hold him tightly and tell him it would be alright, but since you had no idea when you would be interrupted by someone or another, you settled for squeezing his hand. “Really, Yuta, I’m being honest. I know you’re scared, but distance is the easiest opponent we’ve had to face by far. What is an ocean to Suguru Geto?”

He let out a surprised yet delighted laugh. “Well! I’d say it’s something.”

“But not more than we can face. We can video call every day, and you can tell me all about how much you’re learning and all of the sunshine you’re enjoying,” you said, using your other hand to poke him in the ribs. “You worry too much. It will be fun! Think of it positively.”

“What will you do while I’m away?” he said, though he was not nearly as morose anymore.

“I’ll train,” you said. “Exorcise curses. Spar with Maki. Complain about the higher ups. Get enough supervised missions in so that I can become an official grade 1 sorcerer.”

“Do you think I should go?” he said.

“Of course I think you should go. I will miss you, but you can’t pass up an opportunity like this,” you said. “Maybe I’ll be a grade 1 by the time we meet again!”

“I bet you will be,” he said. “You’re the coolest sorcerer ever.”

“Well, if that’s the case, then I probably shouldn’t keep Principal Gakuganji waiting for too long. There’s no sense in making him cranky — I doubt he’s pleased with my promotion as it is,” you said.

“Good luck,” he said, glancing at the door and then leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “Don’t let him bully you.”

“Of course not,” you said. “And you should get to packing. You don’t want to forget stuff, and I’m sure if you know about the trip, it means you have to go soon. Gojo…is not the type to give advance warning for just about anything.”

“You’re right,” Yuta said with a sour face. “See you later.”

“See you!” you said, humming to yourself as you headed towards the meet-up spot Principal Gakuganji had indicated in the letter. You still thought it was a little ridiculous that he insisted on communicating via letter for something so important, but you supposed it was just one of those idiosyncrasies that old people tended to have.

“Y/N L/N,” Principal Gakuganji said in that wheezing voice of his that you so detested. You fought back a frown, wishing that for once you could have someone supervising you that you actually liked, or at the least tolerated.

“Principal Gakuganji,” you said. He motioned for you to follow him, which you did your best to do without completely overtaking him. As expected, he moved at a sedate pace, and you had to purposefully shorten your stride so that he could keep up, which you would’ve rolled your eyes at if you hadn’t already made an enemy of your first supervisor.

“You’ve given that young man Naoya a lot of trouble,” he said.

“He’s the one who’s given me trouble!” you snapped. “I almost died because of him! I would’ve died, if it weren’t for Tullia. How can you say that I’m the troublesome one?”

“We both know he wouldn’t have let you actually die. Here you are, perfectly fine and going on your second mission, and his entire future’s been ruined. After all, he’s been suspended, and even once the suspension’s complete, it’ll take a while for him to regain people’s respect,” Principal Gakuganji said.

“He doesn’t deserve respect. He knowingly put a young sorcerer at risk, and for what? Personal amusement? He should be expelled from jujutsu society, if you ask me. Why is it that it would be a greater crime for me to cheat on Noritoshi than for Naoya to try and kill me?” you said as you entered the mission site and Principal Gakuganji put down a veil. It was a small school, reminiscent of the one where you had met Yuta, and the reminder only made you feel even more irritated with the principal and with the situation at large. How dare he demand that you feel sympathy for Naoya? It ought to be the other way around.

“You are weak,” Principal Gakuganji said. “You have relatively little to offer jujutsu society. That is to say, you are expendable — besides your massive aptitude for healing, which you refuse to tap into. It’s strange, you know, that you are so mediocre at fighting yet you insist on contributing in that way instead of giving in to your natural place in society. Then, to add insult to injury, you have taken one of the actually talented sorcerers out of commission in your desperate attempt to prove yourself. In truth, Miss L/N, I believe you should quit now before you get someone else killed. Maybe you don’t care about Naoya, or about me, but what about your precious friends? What if your incompetence leads to one of their deaths? That special-grade freak boy. The American girl. The panda or the Inumaki heir. What about Maki Zenin? If it was her who died, would you care?”

“Dissection,” you said coldly, hurling the needle towards Principal Gakuganji. His eyes widened, but it flew harmlessly above him and into the heart of the curse which had arisen behind him. The curse exploded, and the veil shattered as the being it had been made to contain was exorcised. “Principal Gakuganji, you should pay more attention to your surroundings. Have you been checked for dementia recently? Perhaps you should be. After all, anyone in their right mind would know that I was promoted for a reason.”

“Miss L/N!” Principal Gakuganji said. “You would do well to revere your elders.”

“And you would do well to know not to talk about them like that. I don’t want to hear it,” you said. “The next time you mention my friends — the next time you even dare to say Maki’s name — I will aim my needle a little lower, and I will not miss.” You turned to leave before pausing and looking back at him, bowing slightly. “Thank you for accompanying me on this mission. I am sure that my act of saving your life and exorcising the curse alone will be enough to earn your recommendation, and I look forward to serving alongside you as a grade one sorcerer one day.”

That summer was busy. Yuta left, but it was such a non-event that you almost did not comprehend it. You wanted to miss him, but you did not have the time to, not when the higher-ups were working you to the bone in an attempt to delay your promotion. The same was happening to Todo — you both were far too young to be traditionally considered Grade 1 sorcerers, so they were doing everything they could to stop you from advancing in the ranks before you promised to be compliant.

But compliance was not in Todo’s nature, and it was no longer the cloak you wished to don. Whether by luck or skill or particularly understanding mentors, you and Todo continued to grow closer and closer to that one final goal of yours, the one where you finally joined the upper echelons of jujutsu society. Recommendation after recommendation, they began to stack up, and it became something like a game for those inclined to betting. Who would be promoted first? You or him?

Maybe that was why you were called together to jujutsu headquarters, a joke by the higher ups, just another attempt in their long history at pissing sorcerers off. Or maybe it was like a kind of poetry, that you had been recommended together and thus would be promoted together. Either way, two weeks before the term began, you and Todo became official first grade sorcerers, making you the youngest in recent history.

“It seems our competition has come to a close,” Todo said as you walked together, you casually sipping on the drink he had bought for you.

“I guess that’s true,” you said.

“There’s no goal for us anymore. What do we do with ourselves? I don’t want our rivalry to end!” he said. You tossed your empty cup in the trash can and frowned when you saw he was furiously wiping away tears.

“Aw, Todo, there’s always goals. Just because we’re Grade 1 sorcerers doesn’t mean we’re at our peaks yet, which means we still have a long way to go before we can put our rivalry to rest,” you said. He burst into sobs, so you reached up and hugged him, patting his back.

“Y/N, I am so proud to — to call a woman like you my counterpart!” he wailed, picking you up and holding you tightly.

“I’m proud to call you my counterpart, too,” you said, unfortunately well-used to his antics by now and even more well-used to the strange looks you always garnered from passersby.

Todo was a little strange, but at the end of the day, he was the kind of person you knew you could rely on. You had learned very quickly that such people were few and far in between, and so you had resolved to cling on to him with all of your might. For his part, he was delighted to have someone who entertained his antics, so he was fiercely loyal to you, and his affection was only outweighed by his zeal in trying to defeat you.

“How has Okkotsu been, anyways?” he said. You smiled slightly.

“He’s been very good,” you said. Todo elbowed you in the side; coming from him, it all but bowled you over, or at least it would’ve if you hadn’t expected it and braced yourself for the impact.

“He’ll be back to compete in the exchange event, won’t he? I need to redeem myself for last year,” he said.

“You don’t want to redeem yourself for your loss against me?” you said. He grinned.

“Of course I’ll do that as well, but since you’re my rival, it only makes sense that you’ll beat me every now and then. There’s no shame in losing to you,” he said.

“There’s not really any shame in losing to Yuta, either, I mean he is a special grade sorcerer,” you said. Todo shook his head.

“That’s exactly it. If I can defeat him, then I will truly have proven myself in a way that no one can argue with,” he said.

“I think you’re out of luck, unfortunately,” you said. “He’s not going to be back for a while, I’m afraid.”

“Make him return. Use your special love powers or something to bring him back!” Todo said. You gave him a dull look and wished Yuta had never named you as his type of woman back during the last exchange event. Recently, Todo had figured out that it was not just that you were Yuta’s type but that you were actually together, and ever since then, he had been relentless in teasing you about it.

“I don’t have special love powers, so you’re just going to have to be content with fighting me and the rest of the first and second years,” you said.

“Not even the third years?” Todo said, aghast. You shook your head.

“Nope, they were all suspended, remember? I have no idea what they’re up to now, but whatever it is, they won’t be at the event,” you said. “That’s why we’re going to have to drag the first years into it. Whoever they are.”

“You’re going to be at such a disadvantage,” Todo said with a disapproving scowl. “Fighting with people you barely know! Normally, you get at least a year to become acquainted with your classmates and team members, so you understand their strengths and weaknesses intimately, but this year, you’ll be fighting with first years! Not only will you not know their skills, they themselves won’t!”

“It worked well enough for Yuta and I last year,” you said. “Don’t forget that a couple of first years beat you back then.”

“Yeah, true,” Todo said, and then he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “But I’m sure the two of you knew each other more than intimately by that point.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, smacking his bicep, which had all the effect of slapping a rock wall in that it probably hurt you more than it hurt him. “That’s not true. We were just the better team then, and we’ll be the better team again this year. Even without Yuta, you all are going to have to contend with Maki.”

“Maki Zenin?” Todo said. “I’m told she’s a weakling.”

“Whoever told you that was wrong,” you said, though without the typical anger you felt when people spoke about Maki in that way. Todo was, if anything, a fair man, and you knew he wouldn’t make such assumptions about Maki if he actually knew her. He could only parrot what he had heard until this point, and it wasn’t his fault that the only people in Kyoto who knew about her hated her.

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said. “And I will be prepared to fight this woman that you think so highly of.”

“As if you’ll get a chance,” you said with a grin. “Remember, I’ll be there, too. Who cares about the rest of the participants? They’ll duke it out as they do every year. The fight to watch, the fight that’ll determine the match — that’ll be ours.”

Todo nodded. “True. It’s been far too long since we’ve faced off. The thought of our next battle will carry me through the days until we meet again.”

“We can still meet, idiot,” you said, rolling your eyes affectionately. “I expect you to visit when you can and buy me dinner.”

“My, my,” Todo said. “Demanding!”

“It’s the price you pay for having lost to me at the exchange event. If you win the next one, I’ll pay for you for the rest of the year,” you said, offering him your hand. He took it and shook it firmly.

“Very well! And if you win again, things will continue as they have?” he said, referring to your habit of making him buy you something every time the two of you hung out.

“It sounds like a deal to me,” you said.

“Then to me as well,” he said.

“Since we just made that deal, I would like for you to know that I’m hungry,” you said.

“I just bought you a drink!” Todo said. You batted your eyelashes.

“It’s the price which a loser must pay,” you said.

“Fine,” he grumbled out. “But only because I’m hungry, too.”

“Yay!” you cheered.

“I’m going to drain your bank account once you lose the next event, by the way!”

“As if I’d ever lose to you!”

Returning to the school after the summer break was more like coming home than leaving it in the first place had ever been. The instant you saw your room, still exactly the same as it had been when you had last shut the door on it, you almost burst into tears. Tossing the curtains open, you closed your eyes, allowing the sunshine to warm your skin, the pleasant scent of the candles you always lit filling your nose again for the first time in a while.

“Someone’s happy to be back,” a familiar voice said. You opened your eyes and spun on your heel, beaming when you saw who it was.

“Tullia!” you said, racing over and throwing your arms around her, an embrace which she reciprocated just as tightly. Shortly after the entire debacle with Naoya and Elakshi, Tullia had gone back to America to spend time with her family. She had only flown back into Tokyo yesterday, so this was your first time seeing her since her departure, and a knot in your stomach that you had not even known existed unraveled at the reunion.

“Hey, Y/N,” she said. “I saw you walk into your room, but I wanted to give you a minute to settle in before I stopped by. Maki and the others just went to eat, but I told them I’d wait for you.”

“Thanks,” you said. “Should we go meet up with them, then?”

“Sounds good to me,” she said.

“So, how was your summer, Miss Beach Body?” you said. She grinned, subconsciously running a hand through hair highlighted by the sun’s rays and the salt of the ocean.

“It was great,” she said. “I just spent the entire time relaxing. You’d be jealous of the amount of books I read while lying in the sand.”

“I’m quite sure I would be,” you said with a frown, thinking back to the utter lack of relaxation you had had this summer before internally shrugging. Next summer, you would take time off for sure. And by then Yuta would be back — maybe you both could go on a vacation together.

“At least you’re finally a grade 1 sorcerer!” she said. “That’s so official sounding. I can’t believe one of my best friends is a grade 1 sorcerer.”

“And one of the others is a semi-grade 1,” you said. Tullia’s face lit up.

“Toge! I forgot about that! I’ll have to congratulate him on the promotion,” she said. “That’s so awesome. Maybe he’ll be official, soon, too.”

“It’s likely,” you said. “He’s a really talented sorcerer.”

The corners of her lips curved up slightly as she stared at the ground. “He is, isn’t he?”

“You aren’t far behind,” you said, making a mental note of the development. “As long as you perform as well at the next exchange event as you did last Christmas, you’ll definitely get enough recommendations to be promoted.”

“You can count on it,” she said, clenching her fist. “You know, I talked a lot with my parents while I was at home. I was so hurt when they made me come here, but now — now I understand why they did it. I’m not so angry at them anymore. I just want to make them proud, and if becoming a first grade sorcerer is how I can prove that I’m not a waste, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“You’re not a waste either way,” you said, wondering how productive her conversation with her parents had actually been, based on what she was saying, “But I’ll support you in whatever you do.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said. You paused as you reached the wing of the school where the teachers’ offices were, and then you turned to Tullia.

“Do you mind if I duck in here really quickly?” you said. She let out a laugh, likely knowing exactly what your business was in the part of the school that you rarely visited.

“Not at all. Do you want me to wait?” she said. You shook your head.

“No, go ahead without me,” you said. “You have someone to congratulate, after all.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she opened her mouth to protest before shutting it again and nodding firmly, giving you a thumbs up.

“I’ll do that,” she said.

“See you soon!” you said, waving at her before turning and heading in the opposite direction, first walking and then running towards the office you knew would have its door slightly ajar, music wafting into the hallway as its owner worked — maybe it would be Taylor Swift, he had really been getting into her the last you had heard.

“You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt! And I got that — Y/N?” Gojo stopped singing and yelped in surprise when you burst into his office, his stack of papers falling to the ground and fluttering about everywhere. You took no heed of them, leaping over the ones that seemed particularly important and crashing into him in excitement.

“Gojo!” you said. “I’m a grade 1 sorcerer now!”

“Yes, you are!” he said, ruffling your hair as you leaned against his chest, cognizant of the fact that he had turned his Infinity off at the last moment to catch you and feeling a burst of affection towards him for the fact. “However, you know I knew that already, right?”

“But this is the first time I’ve gotten to see you in person since it happened,” you explained. “I wanted to tell you myself.”

“Of course,” he said. “I’m very proud of you.”

It was nice to hear that from him. Even though Gojo wasn’t directly your teacher anymore, he was still the man who had helped you become a sorcerer, the one who had rescued you from your destiny as nothing more than Noritoshi’s wife. He was like your older brother, so for him to say that he was proud of you made you feel uncharacteristically pleased.

“It’s been so long since I've seen you last,” you said. “I wish the higher ups wouldn’t always send you and Yuta away so far. It doesn’t seem fair.”

“That’s what happens when you’re the strongest,” he said with a long-suffering sigh, stooping over to gather up the papers he had dropped and pressing the pause button on his phone. “Have the two of you stayed in touch?”

“Yes, naturally,” you said, sitting down in the extra seat across from him. “We talk on the phone almost every day. But it’s not the same. I miss him. It’s nice to be seeing everyone else again, but it also feels wrong, because he should be here too.”

“You’ll get to see him again soon,” Gojo assured him. “He’s not in Africa forever.”

“Speaking of,” you said with a frown. “You know Africa isn’t a monolith, right? There’s, like, so many countries and regions in the continent. Do you even know which one he’s in?”

“Obviously I do. Miguel told me to be as vague as possible when referring to his location, though, to avoid leading curse users to his village,” he said. “That’s why I just say he’s in Africa.”

“Oh, that…actually makes sense,” you allowed. You supposed even Gojo had his intelligent and considerate moments every now and then.

“Thank you,” he said dryly, obviously not at all grateful for your lack of faith in him. Despite this, he slid a cup of tea across his desk, nodding at it before settling back in his own chair, pushing his papers neatly aside and resting his chin in his hands. You picked it up and blew on the surface, the steam billowing away from you until the tea was cool enough for you to take a sip.

“It’s good,” you said when it was obvious that he was waiting for your approval. He smiled slightly.

“That’s good,” he said. “How have you been, Y/N?”

“I've been well enough,” you said. He hummed in thought.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he said. “Still friends with Maki?”

“Maki? Of course I am,” you said. “I’ll always be friends with her.”

He swallowed. “I hope that’s the case.”

“Do you think we won’t be?” you said, put out by his response. To your further chagrin, he did not correct you immediately, mulling your question over for a moment.

“The future is unpredictable,” he said. “That said, I think it will take a lot for the two of you to break apart. I don’t see it happening anytime soon.”

“It won’t happen at all,” you said stubbornly. “Yuta and Maki and Tullia and Toge and Panda and I are going to be friends for the rest of our lives.”

“You’re right,” he said, and then he exhaled heavily. “Ignore me. Sometimes I say things without really meaning them. This is one of those times; I’m just reminiscing, that's all.”

“Alright,” you said. Then, tentatively, you set down your cup and reached out your hands so that you could place them atop his own, half-thinking that he’d keep his Infinity on and you’d be stopped in the process. But he did not. “You always turn your Infinity off for me, don’t you? Why is that?”

“I don’t see you as a threat,” he said. “Maybe it’s not that I turn it off for you but that I turn it on for everything else.”

“I see,” you said. A moment passed before you spoke again. “Do you miss —?”

“No,” he said instantly. “That’s a foolish thing to think, much less say aloud. Why would I?”

“He was your best friend,” you said. “Principal Yaga mentioned it during one of the missions he supervised me on. It’s not foolish to believe you’d miss him. If I lost Maki like that, I’d still miss her.”

“I’m fine,” Gojo said, and then he pulled his hands away from you and stood up. “Enough talking about me. There’s someone I’d like for you to meet.”

“Really?” you said, mirroring his actions and following him out the door. “Who?”

His expression morphed into a devilish grin. “The boy I’ve been telling you about since the day I met you, of course!”

“Oh no,” you said, dread creeping up your spine. “Don’t tell me you’re taking me to meet who I think you’re taking me to meet!”

“I think I am taking you to meet who you think I’m taking you to meet!” he said cheerfully. “That’s right, after all of this time, I’m finally introducing you to Megumi Fushiguro!”

#yuuta x reader #yuuta x y/n #yuuta x you #canon au #reader insert #pomegranate ink #m1ckeyb3rry writes

[sorry-moots]

Inversion of Genesis But I Changed It

this is the last handful of crumbs but i can go back to the bakery and get more characters featured: scaramouche, dottore cws: none wc: 1,621

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Chapter Five

Despite your bleary eyes, you recognized the stableboy by his usual greeting of “Morning, Ms. [Y/n]”. You’re about to respond when you feel a pressure build up and–

A violent achoo! escapes you, leaving your nose stinging and your glove moist. Quickly, you wipe your nose with a handkerchief and rush to exchange pleasantries with the stablehand.

“Good morning, Pierre!” you say thickly as you quell the urge to sneeze again. “Today’s weather feels a little harsher than usual, doesn’t it?”

“Uhh…” He hesitates as he observes your sickly form. “I think it’d be best if you went home, miss.”

You shake your head as you shake Pierre’s usual tip out of your purse. “No, no. I’m perfectly fine, it’s just a runny nose.”

Pierre looks at the coins skeptically, before pocketing the change. “Whatever you say, miss.” He grabs Apollo’s reins, but not without wiping his hand on his shirt.

Curiously, the chill doesn’t leave you when you enter the building. Your teeth even begin to chatter the farther you walk, to your astonishment. Would it kill Lord Pantalone to invest in a better heating system… 

You nearly miss the greeting sent your way as you grumble about the frigid air. “Morning, [Y/n]! I feel a lot better today,” said one of the guards posted outside of the office. You recall that he had been sick for a few days.

“Really, Lev? I’m glad you’re feeling better,” you answer, as you wait for them to unlock the office doors. “You do look a lot better!”

“Thanks, [Y/n]! You don’t look so good yourself, though, is everything alright?”

“You obviously got her sick, pea brain,” his fellow guardsman cut in.

You rush to reassure them. “I’m fine, I’m just a little under the weather. I’ve had way worse.”

The two guards share a look, but they let you through anyway. They knew it wouldn’t be wise to keep you from your work.

Tempting though it may be, there is no way you could afford to loaf around or take a day off. Lord Scaramouche frowns greatly upon slacking and you wouldn’t dream of inconveniencing him– even if you knew you could get away with it. Which you can.

When the harbinger enters the office at exactly 9 o’ clock, his face twists with revulsion. “What’s wrong with your face?” he asks. “It’s leaking from every orifice.”

You’re a little embarrassed, but your cheeks don’t burn like they normally would. Or maybe they were already warm. “I might have a cold.”

Scaramouche eyes you up and down, unconvinced. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he so often does and says, “Grab your things. We’re leaving.”

“Okay,” you agree. You didn’t have the energy or brain power to argue with him. When the two of you leave, the guards ask what’s going on and so the harbinger addresses them directly.

“[Y/n] is sick so we're leaving the office. Don’t talk to her, she’ll get a sore throat.”

“Aww, I’m really sorry I got you sick, [Y/n]! Hope you feel better soon.”

You try to reassure him again that you’re alright. “Don't worry about it, Lev, it's not–” Unfortunately, you’re interrupted by your own coughing spell.

Scaramouche’s perpetual scowl only deepens. “You'll lose your voice at this rate,” he snaps. Then, to your surprise, he murmurs, “…Are you sure he got you sick?”

Vaguely astonished, you clear your throat to respond. “He's the only sick person I’ve come in contact with recently, so it was almost certainly him.”

“I see.” The harbinger falls silent with a weird aura about him. By the time you put a name to it, the two of you have reached the palace entrance. He seems almost… murderous.

With the negative energy that’s oozing off of the harbinger, you decide keeping quiet is the best course of action. You were certain he wouldn’t approve of you talking either way, considering your state. Whereas silence with your superior is usually amiable, today it is just as uncomfortable and frigid as the Snezhnayan wind.

So caught up are you in this miasma of emotion, that you miss him flagging down a driver. He surprises you once more by taking your hand and helping you into the carriage that he’d summoned. After a quick word with the driver, he follows suit and sits next to you in the small coach.

Only after you’re both settled in and the carriage is moving, does it finally occur to you to ask a question of some importance.

“My lord? Where are we going?”

“My estate.”

*****

His home looks small on the outside but since the space is optimized and he's a minimalist, it feels bigger than it is, if a bit empty. With the exception of a large oil portrait of his likeness, his walls are decorated with a variety of weapons. If you had to hazard a guess, they aren't for show.

“Yvette!” he calls into the house, his voice echoing in the sparsely furnished halls. A moment later, a maid appears. Her hair is bright fiery red and her eyes are a piercing ice blue.

“Ready the study, Yvette,” Scaramouche commands. “My assistant and I will be working here today.”

She nods and disappears just as wordlessly as she arrived.

You follow him to a room with a kettle suspended above a sunken hearth. as he moves to grab the kettle, you start, “sir allow m–”

His lip curls in distaste as he looks back at you. “Allow you to what? Contaminate the tea with your sick people germs?”

As uncomfortable as you are at the thought of your superior waiting on you, hand and foot, you watch as he prepares the tea. He fills the little container from a wooden pail that was hidden in the pantry. Once he sets the kettle back on its hook, he ignites the wood beneath it with a small spark of electricity. He then sits and you take the seat kitty-corner to his, waiting for the water to boil.

You’ve all but finished your cup by the time Yvette returns. Scaramouche asks if the study is ready; she nods.

Yvette leads the two of you into the study and the Harbinger tells her to shut the door when she leaves. As the redhead makes her way out, you utter a quick thank you.

To your surprise, Yvette doesn’t acknowledge you. She doesn’t give any indicator that she heard you, not even a break in stride.

The door clicks and you listen to the clack of her heels fade away before you turn to your employer. “Lord Scaramouche, did I do something to offend your maid?”

He’s already absorbed in the paperwork he brought with him. “Did you do something to offend… What? No, she’s mute.”

Your mouth forms a small ‘o’. That makes way more sense. “Then… if she can’t talk, how does she communicate with you?”

“She doesn't need to speak to follow orders. My previous maids would always try to talk their way out of different tasks. I don't have that problem with Yvette.

“Don’t look at me like that”, he admonishes. You close your mouth, only then realizing your jaw dropped. “I have learned some sign language for when she needs my instructions repeated or explained.”

“Well, what if you can’t see her?”

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “We have patterned knocks for when I’m behind closed doors. Quit talking and get to work.”

The two of you are seated at your desks, signing documents and drafting proposals, when Scaramouche decides to break the silence.

“I’m surprised you haven’t asked me about the mission I just returned from,” he muses.

You’re hesitant; he usually tells you not to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Could this be a trick?

“I was under the impression that the details were strictly confidential, sir,” you reply smoothly, the textbook answer flowing seamlessly out of your mouth. “Is there something I should know?”

The smug smile he levels at you reassures you that he has no ulterior motives, except to brag. You decide to indulge him. He recounts the details of the war between the Shogunate and the Watatsumi Army. He used his influence to convince the Shogun, through the Kanjou Commission, to implement the Vision Hunt Decree. He leveraged the threat of defeat to convince the rebels to use the Fatui's life-stealing delusions. Finally, he tells you how, amidst the chaos he created, he managed to procure the electro gnosis.

“The traveler you mentioned… Do you think she might try to interfere with future plans?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he replies with a smirk. “It won’t make a difference, however. Now that I have the gnosis, I’ll be much more powerful.

“With the gnosis, I can even ascend to godhood.”

Before you can respond, there’s a sharp rap on the door. Two short knocks in quick succession, followed by two regular knocks.

You turn to look at Scaramouche from your desk. His eyes narrow. “Which one are you?” A chill runs up your spine as you hear the reply.

“An older copy if it matters.” You can hear the grin in his voice. It’s Dottore. 

You force yourself to turn and face him and see that he’s holding up a letter. “I’ve brought the details for your next assignment,” he says. The sinister smile that you already suspected he was wearing widened with his next words.

“I’m looking forward to… collaborating with you,” he says, eyeing your sickly, cozied-up form.

His departure brings little comfort; you feel slimy and gross after the encounter.

“My lord, I have some… concerns about this.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t be on the same boat as him.”

“Thank the Tsaritsa.”

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#genshin impact scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #reader insert #x reader #slow burn

[maddies-chronicles]

hi, i have a shifting problem but i’m not sure who to ask -

so, i’ve been interested in reality shifting since 2021, and was p active in the shifting community on wattpad (💀). anyways, i never actually shifted but that’s ok right. i still believed in it, it’s all real, etc

so i took a shifting break recently, and then i came back to it last month. i tried shifting a few times, didn’t get it, but noticed that my belief in it was not as strong as it used to be. like i was affirming and i was like “yo i sound crazy i feel crazy just saying all this”

and then i saw someone be like “lol shifting isn’t real” and my entire belief in it crumbled. i will look at people talking about their shifting experiences and be like “oh haha they’re lying” even though i’ve minishifted before??? i genuinely cannot find a way to believe in shifting again. and i’ve tried

sorry if this is a lot but uhh. yeah :]

SORRY I FORGOT ABT THIS ONE IT WAS SAT IN MY DRAFTS

naurrrr bc i have this same issue 😭 like i've literally minishifted but then people will be like "you're mentally ill" and suddenly i'm like... damn... maybe i am

but fr i love reading success stories and stuff like that to help me out of slumps. this next tip sounds stupid, but like... hear me out

i love pretending i'm like the main character in a sci-fi or fantasy movie and i'm like the chosen one learning to control my powers. ik it's stupid but it really helps me!

#shifting #reality shifting #shifting community #shifting realities #reality shift #shifting antis dni #shifters #desired reality #shift #shiftblr #shifting asks #ask hale <3

[penguinsravioli]

Crush Confessions

❝⁺ ₊ ✦⋆ ｡ ˚chapter 3❝⁺ ₊ ✦⋆ ｡ ˚ Anthony Vaughn x Reader

I turn my music up a bit louder when I enter school to avoid all the nonsense around me. It's such a great distracter, and I only have to speak when i’m spoken too. While I'm zoned out and mulling in my thoughts, I slip on something on the ground and bust my ass. “FUCK!” 

I groan while people giggle. “I’m so fucking sorry— some asshole just threw my shit on the ground” Amerie, begins to help me up, then immediately rushes to pick all of her things from the ground. “Nah it's- you're good don't worry. It’s not your fault.” I rub the cheek I fell on while helping her pick up some of the items on the ground. Dusty comes by next to us and crouches, helping her out with the mess.

“Cool shirt” He comments toward Amerie when we all begin to stand up. “Thanks!” She smiles. 

“Name one DZ Death Rays song,”

Spider says from behind me. I roll my eyes “Shut up, Spider” Amerie and Dusty say in sync. I chuckle dusting off my hands and watching him walk off offended. I pick my backpack from the ground, searching through it to make sure my water bottle didn't accidentally snap open from my fall. “How’d you pull off after the cemetery?” I overhear Amerie say to Dusty as I check my belongings. I bat my eyes toward him, he avoids eye contact with Amerie and accidentally looks towards me. I caught him taking Harper back to his place. So I reckon things were a bit nuts after Cemetery huh?

 “Oh yeah, Hangover anxiety and stuff. But all good, yeah…you?” I look away, zipping my backpack up,—taking my phone out from my backpack to make sure my hair is still intact. “Yeah had a really great night” 

“I’m uh, I'm gonna dip, sorry I tripped on your shit Ams” She turns toward me. “Oh, no bigs” I smile at her and walk off, allowing the two to finish their conversation.  I sit at one of the open outdoor tables, turning up my music as loud as possible, I have a freebie, so I want to try and finish a bunch of missing work because I’ve literally been such a Gronk recently. I pull out my notebook and mechanical pencil, deciding to work on maths first to get it over with. “I just realized, how much I hate maths…again” I groan at my stupidity and lack of knowledge around the subject. “What’s all this?” I look up and see Darren staring at me, accompanied by Quinni. “Oh, I have a free period so i'm trying to get all my missing maths work done so I don't have to look at it again” They both begin to sit down with me at the table. “Good on you,” Darren says, looking at the papers on the table, grabbing a few to inspect. “Thanks Darren.” They shrug. “Are you going to Dusty's party Friday?” Quinni begins while I write down some formulas. “Uhh, what party?”

“He’s having a gatho to promote his band or something” Darren explains, pulling out their phone to show me the recent posts. “I didn't even see that, I haven't been on socials inna minute” They nod. “Hope we get to see you there. You always look so hot at parties.” “Says you!” I giggle. “We haven’t had a chat inna bit, how have you two been? I see you’re hanging with Amerie”

“Recovering from unfortunate events” Darren sighs. “Amerie is really sweet though when you get to know her!” Quinni pipes in. I nod, I don't think she means to have odd intentions sometimes. I just think she has a really big ego. 

“I mean yeah, but I got in some trouble off of that map.” I scratch my neck at the awkward talks I've had ever since news got out to my parents that I not only hooked up with a boy they’ve never met, but a girl I’ve brought over numerous amount of times during childhood. “Hey, maybe we can talk about it some more about it over the weekend, we all haven't hung out since like middle” Quinni comments. “I know that’s totally my fault. I think the only person I’ve really stayed in touch with is Ca$h..” Darren's eyes widen a little bit. “Ca$h? I had no idea you two were even friends”  I chuckle. “We just don’t hang out a lot during school. He’s always out doing something” I threw my hands in the air dismissively. “We have so much to catch up on obviously” I breathlessly laugh. Darren and Quinni smile knowingly, beginning to rise from their seats.

“Well, talk later (nickname)” 

“Later!” I lightly wave at the two before placing my headphones back over my ears. I don't hang out with people, inside or out. Not because I don’t want to, but because I feel like a liability. I have so many friends that I know care about me but for some reason, I just feel like because of how distant I can be as a person they would soon get sick of my behavior and just dip. 

So I kind of just dip first.

“In this demonstration, we learn how to respect people’s boundaries” I watch in disbelief at the video being displayed. It's incredible how outdated a sexual education video can be. “This is implausible” I mumble, rubbing my eyes and blinking heavily.

“Okay, miss, I have no idea what that was trying to teach us” Darren throws his hand upwards when the video ends. Quinni turns with her question “Why was the girl forcing everyone to eat her noodles?”.

“It's because it's misogynistic propaganda! Women aren't such dick-obsessed idiots” Sasha chips in. I lay my head on the table playing with my earplug wires looking toward the next speaker. “Uuuh, all the ones I’ve met are” Spider claims. “Your Sims girlfriend doesn't count Spider.” Harper pokes. “Was it supposed to be a joke?” I look up at Malakai. “Uh, no, it’s about the dangers of sharing intimate—”  “Noodles” Ant interupptes Jojo. I giggle a little bit. “Forget about the noodles.” She sighs. “I'm trying but it's hard to unsee” Ant snickers. “It's basically telling us to be ashamed of our bodies” Darren voices his opinion. The constant debate between what the video was supposed to be about and why it's wrong to share nudes gets wicked tiring real quickly. “Look I get that this video isn’t going to stop you. But! There are ways to be smarter about it. Like, what if you don’t put your face in it”  “Truth” I spill replying to JoJo in my half-listening half-not-state. “But I have a very recognizable dick miss” Ant jokes, my face heats up a bit. “I'm gonna ignore that” Yeah, me to Jojo. “Like take the photo, fine. But keep yourself incognito.” She lists a few ways to have fun with it but without getting yourself into trouble. And then Woodsy interrupts it with a scowl. “Um! Moving on to the next lesson”

When the class finally ends I’m already done I feel like I’ve lost a few brain cells and my hands are practically going numb from laying on them. As I stretch while I’m walking, I bump into someone behind me. “Oh shit my fault” I look at the victim of my actions and it happens to be Ant. Of course. “No need to be sorry gorgeous” he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me in closer. “Don’t you have better things to do rather than constrict me from my travels?” 

“No, I think this is the best thing on my list so far.” I scoff lightly, softly unraveling his hands from my waist. “How have things been at home since the map?” I ask as we walk toward the front entrance. “They suck, my moms, making me go to church like 3 times more. All because I got a wristy”

“Real, my parents are appalled a girl went down on me” I chuckle. He snorts a bit, looking at his shoes as he walks. “But I think I'm cooked for life to be honest. They definitely won't forgive me because they feel that I've lied to them. They’ve also been keeping me inside like a prisoner” I whine. His smile fades a little bit. “Oh, so does that mean you won't be coming to Dusty's party?” I scoff, “Of course I’m going” His smile returns almost instantly. “Really? Cause I snagged you a wrist band” He holds up the red band, slapping it onto my wrist. I smile holding my arm up to look at it. “How much?” He waves his hands back n’ forth. “No need babes.” He sucks in a breath to puff out his chest, “It’s on me” I laugh at his shenanigans. We ended up walking to his house just talking about random subjects the whole way there. “I don’t really wanna go in, wanna just chill out here?” He asks, looking at me a bit shyly.

“Sure” I reluctantly go to sit on the concrete ledge in front of his home. He sits next to me, playing with his gummy tray. I sigh looking at the water that's gracefully placed in front of his home. “You have the prettiest view ever,” I say as the breeze blows against my face. I can feel his eyes staring at me, in fatal attempt, I try to keep my eyes set on the scenery in front of me. I navigate my eyes as the waves move, then travel them towards Anthony. I glance at his face before shooting my head down toward our legs, which were nearby. “It’s about to be dark. I think I should start heading home now.” Ant pouts a bit, but agrees. I get up from my spot and dust off my jeans, hauling my backpack onto my shoulders. I examine Anthony one more time before waving and walking uphill. I cannot believe I feel this disappointed I couldn’t have spent more time with him.

It's finally Friday night, time to get all pretty. I put on makeup that compliments my features and skin tone but still looks flashy enough for a party. I gaze at the outfit picked out for the night, it's a blood-red shirt with lace lining at the top rim of the shirt and bottom. Tightened so it hugs my bust and waist perfectly. It was cut down the middle to reveal my stomach, I paired it with a low-waisted long black skirt. I threw on some small hoop earrings, a necklace, and some open-toed sandals because they were gonna be covered up by my skirt anyway.

I grab my bag and phone, ready to head out. I walk toward my window, jumping out soundly and quietly. I keep aware of my surroundings and quietly rush towards Ca$h, who thankfully, didn't mind me catching a ride with him.

 “Thank you Dougieeee” he scoffs with a soft grin. “Shut up cunt” he ushers, driving away from my house.

We’re reluctantly let inside upon arrival. “Dusty's house is gorgeous,” I comment, Ca$h nods. He was getting ready to sell, we were in a far-back sort of area, So we could be seen but still a bit hidden you know(we’re in the kitchen). Solid dealer stuff. I’ve been here for around 10 minutes now and even before then it was already pretty packed. I decide to have a look around the place. Traveling through the stairwells, the crowded hallways, and then I finally see Ant, he’s in his pretty basic attire. I wouldn’t have expected less from him anyway. He has a lime in his grip that he squeezes for the sour taste, he trades for the alcohol with Spider. I walk over with a smirk lining my features. “What are you two doing?” “Well, what does it look like?” Spider asks, removing the bottle from his lips. 

“The start of a poorly written porno” Spider shoves my shoulder while I giggle. Ant puts down the bottle. He scans me from top to bottom. “You look good” Anthony takes my hand to pull me toward him, and I push myself back a bit. “Thanks, you…well you tried” He rolls his eyes, a grin lacing his lips. Spider has since left the two of us to replace the lime since he dropped the other on the ground. Anthony sits up straight, leaning himself on the wall beside him slightly. “I like your makeup, and your skirt, you just look nice” I giggle at his now contentious rambling. Spider comes back but with a guitar strapped around him. 

“Woah, didn't know you played” He nods enthusiastically. “Yep, and I'm GREAT at it” He walks past me to the stage where Dusty and the rest of his band start setting up. “We should go check it out yeah?” I veer my view to Ant, who was already staring at me. “Yeah, Yeah--Totally” He clears his throat and lets me string him to a viewable area to see the stage. “Oi, (nickname) you made it” Malakai comes into my line of vision. “Yeah! You look sick” I nudge him a bit. His smile gets ever so more bright. “Says you! Literally ate up your outfit” I laugh at his comment. “Thank you! I was trying to impress Anthony but I guess it worked with you to” Anthony’s eyes open a little wide.

“Me?” 

“What?” I act clueless. “You were trying to impress me?” His eyes, now gaping into my soul stare back at me. “No…Yeah….No” I shyly look down at the floor before returning my vision toward the band on stage. Malakai smiles at me and Ant’s little interaction, now starting to focus on the band as well. 

“I'M A FAAAAAARRRRK” Spider yells into the microphone. Causing the crowd to yell back with laughs and eye-rolls. Dusty retrieves the mic “Thank you for coming out tonight. We are here in support of the Global Women’s Project” Cheers come from around. “Way to go, yeah! This shit is awesome..uh thanks Dad” Anthony and Malakai are giggling their asses off beside me, I pave my attention back toward the stage. “Yeah were Renaissance Titties and um, I just want to give a shout out to someone special in the audience. Um…There she is” 

Everyone turns, and he's pointing at Harper, Harper McLean.  “Hey…Harper...This song is for Harper McLean” There is so much happening at once. “It’s called ‘My Life is Nothing Without the Warm Embrace of your Sweet Left Cheek’”.

That's such a terrible song name.

Harper walks out, and then Amerie follows. “Oh shit” Anthony mutters underneath his breath.

“I hope they don’t fight over Dusty, he is so not worth it” 

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Happy 1000 Followers to meeee! 🥰🎉🎉

To celebrate, I’ve just spent entirely too many hours writing a fanfic of The Van Scene from Mike’s POV. It is essentially a lot of prose about Mike’s head being full of gay 10 Hours of Ocean Sounds to Sleep To noises lmfao 🌈🌊 Enjoy! ☺️🎇

Re: Lighting up a Room

He pauses to catch a breath right after comparing himself to Lois Lane. He doesn’t have time to wonder if all the purple palm tree delight he’s been around for hours in a cramped van is making him a little loopy.

He looks up. Will’s giving him a searching, unreadable look. Like Mike isn’t making any sense.

And he’s not. He knows he’s not. Superman? The Daily Planet? Shit. At what point did he start rambling - and why can’t he get himself to stop?

“Sorry.” I don’t know why this is all I can think about right now.

“No…”

“It’s so stupid, given everything that’s going on. It’s just… I don’t know.” He pauses to breathe again, to try to get his own thoughts to slow down long enough to make an iota of sense. He’s nervous - somewhere, buried deep, he knows he’s dancing around something he needs to say about El - something he doesn’t want to say. “…I just—“

“You’re scared of losing her.” Will supplies.

And that’s not quite it. But a recent memory blares like a voice on a megaphone, echoing across Mike’s mind: his own words.

I feel like I… like I lost you, or something. Does that make sense?

Mike looks up. He meets Will’s eyes, and it’s like he’s been hit in the stomach. No air in his lungs. No oxygen in his brain.

As he gazes, he wonders - not for the first time - if maybe he’s dancing around… more than one something that he doesn’t want to say.

But maybe he won’t have to?

He glances down, swallows, meets Will’s eyes again. Commands himself to nod in assent, resulting in the tiniest inclination of the head that could pass for a nod. Keeps searching Will’s eyes.

His thoughts are moving at about a mile a minute, and none of them seem to be coherent English sentences. Based, probably, on the fact that he has no idea what fucking wavelength he’s currently on, he’s finding it sadly impossible to determine if Will is on the same one. Fuck. Fuck.

“Wavelength” makes him think deliriously for a split second of the iconic Pink Floyd album cover. Which feels so on the nose he wants to cry and laugh at the same time. Maybe the purple palm tree delight contact high really is affecting him. He’s about 0.5 seconds from needing to stifle a laugh/sob when—

“Can I… show you something?”

Will doesn’t wait for a reply, or he takes Mike’s unbroken gaze as a yes - either way, Mike’s grateful, since apparently his brain is currently full of secondhand PPD, Pink Floyd album covers, static, and rocks. (He suspects if he rolled his head around right now he’d hear clunking noises. He doesn’t roll his head around.)

He keeps his brow furrowed slightly as he watches Will digging around for something. What is he looking for? He swears his pulse has sped up to match the bpm of that Bronski Beat song that he loves but can never remember the name of, but Will doesn’t need to know his heart’s going haywire.

Will pulls an earthy brown paper scroll from his bag.

Uhh, what’s that?

Keeping his face carefully frozen in a slight frown, Mike reaches for the scroll that Will offers.

It’s… it’s nothing, just this painting I’ve been working on.

His hands aren’t shaking as he starts to unroll, but somehow it feels like he’s pulling his muscles out of quicksand. They don’t seem to want to move.

Cool.

He unfurls a bit more.

He… he won’t show me what he’s painting. I think it is for a girl!

The painting is before him. And it is - it’s a full-blown painting. Oil on canvas. A fully realized mythical landscape, so similar in content to all of Will’s work before - the dragon, the brave warriors attacking with sword and shield - but this is far, far beyond the skill Mike has become familiar with from Will. This painting practically has a heartbeat. This painting’s heart beats nearly as loudly and strongly as Mike’s does, looking at it.

He realizes he’s smiling. He’s beaming. He thinks actual sunbeams might be shooting out of his face.

He doesn’t care.

I think it is for a girl!

Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.

“This is amazing.” He turns to Will, almost giddy. Almost delirious. “Did you paint this??”

Will’s face mirrors Mike’s. Excitement. Relief. Something more - a spark that’s too scary to name. Mike is dizzy. He thinks he might giggle - he doesn’t know if he’s ever “giggled” before. (He still suspects some fresh air may be in order, but it’s a low priority at the moment.)

“Yeah. Yeah.” Will says, looking back and forth between Mike’s eyes. Mike can almost see the spark that he’s too hesitant to name. He feels he could reach out and touch it, cradle it in his hands like a firefly.

“I mean.” Will breaks eye contact. He faces forward. “I mean… I mean, El asked me to.”

In his mind Mike sees an image flash like a movie: he opens up his cupped hands and there is no firefly.

What? …El?

Will’s head is turned away from Mike’s, looking out into the distance. Mike stares after him, scrunching his brows, trying to find Will’s gaze again. Listening. Trying to understand.

“She commissioned it, basically. I mean, she told me what to draw—“

Will is painting a lot. But he won’t show me what he is painting. He won’t show me what he is painting. He won’t show me what he’s—

“Anyway,” Mike hears, which breaks the verbal loop his brain has gotten stuck on, tied to the metaphorical tracks of this train of thought, “my point is—“ and after a fraction of a moment, Will leans in close to touch the painting.

Will’s forearm brushes Mike’s hand. And rests there. He starts speaking. Words. Definitely words. Mike is sure words are entering his ears, but his brain is not processing them.

Mike glances down. Bites his lip. His hand is full of warmth, his shoulder has turned to stone because now he can’t move. Will’s whole torso is thiiis close and he can feel his presence like an invisible force field. Focus. Will is talking. Look at the painting. His head is full of bees. His head is full of poetry. He doesn’t think he’s ever written a poem. He’s pretty sure he’s writing about seven and none of them make any sense and they don’t rhyme and something about hands brushing as they reach for fireflies and speaking of flying fires, dragon paintings as a metaphor somehow and—

“—your coat of arms here? It’s a heart.”

His poetry-addled brain latches on to the word. It’s like a portal - he’s present again. He looks up at Will.

“And I know it’s sort of on the nose, but that’s what holds this party together. Heart. Because, I mean, without heart, we’d all fall apart.”

No fair, Mike thinks. Your poems rhyme. Is Will really saying these things?

Will would fall apart without Mike?

“Even El,” Will emphasizes. “Especially El.” He leans away, turning instead to face out the window. Mike can’t decide if it’s Will’s body language that’s just become a metaphor for emotional distance or his words. He thinks it must be both, feels the sudden distance regardless. His hand feels cold.

“These past few months, she’s been so lost without you.” Will is saying. “It’s just, she’s so different from other people. And when you’re… when you’re different, sometimes you feel like… like a mistake.” He’s choked up. Mike can hear it.

Sometimes, I think it’s just scary, Mike’s memory supplies softly. To open up like that - to say how you really feel.

Who are we talking about right now, Mike wonders. El! A part of him chastises. No, another part murmurs gently.

“But,” Will whips around. There are tears in his eyes. “You make her feel like she’s not a mistake at all. Like she’s better for being different.”

Especially to people you care about the most.

“And that gives her the courage to fight on.”

Because what if - what if they don’t like the truth?

The truth, Mike thinks. Being different. A mistake. Courage. His head is full of El, his head is full of Will. His head is full of Mike Wheeler. Courage. A mistake. Being different. The truth. His head is full of fireflies and he can’t think. He has no idea what’s happening on his face and it scares him.

“If she was mean to you, or she seemed like she was pushing you away, it’s because she’s scared of losing you, just like you’re scared of losing her.”

Like I… lost you or something.

Yes, he thinks. Scared. I am scared. Scared of losing—… his mind won’t supply a pronoun. He swears he hears a bzzt and thinks it’s bees, or it’s electricity as his brain short circuits. He loses further control over his face. He’s looking at Will’s lips. Stop that. Smile at him, he’s talking about El. Get it together.

“And if she was going to lose you, I think she’d rather just get it over with quick. Like ripping off a band-aid.”

Wait - what? Who’s losing me? No one’s losing me.

“So, yeah. El needs you, Mike. And she always will.”

That’s better. You’re not - she’s - I mean she’s - not losing me.

It occurs to him a beat too late that Will is done speaking, that he has just bared his heart both verbally and in the form of a painting - or, well. El has bared… her heart? Mike’s head hurts. He’s a writer - words have never felt more difficult for him than in this moment of utter brain sludge.

“…Yeah?” He finally musters, letting his face move intuitively. His heart pounds with affection. He knows it shows.

“Yeah,” Will breathes back. He smiles. His eyes are in pain.

Mike doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand anything. He’s never understood less in his entire life.

Internally, anyway. His own heart. What he does understand is that Will has just made a big gesture of love. He doesn’t feel sure, anymore, that there would be a firefly there if he reached out a hand. Maybe not that kind of… (He can’t finish the thought.) But he knows there is love in this gesture, even if his hands are devoid of softly glowing, fragile creatures. He isn’t leaving empty handed. Will loves him.

He can’t help but smile.

Will turns away. He rests his chin on his hand, looks out the window into the distance. Mike thinks he sees his shoulders shake.

He looks down at the painting, only half-seeing it. There’s nothing he can do. He doesn’t have a grasp on this narrative. His head is pounding out a rhythm so fast and hard it would be danceable if it wasn’t the beginnings of a headache.

Hey, what’s wrong? No.

Are you okay? No.

What the hell just happened here? Definitely not.

He’s not ready for the conversation. Who am I referring to? Mike doesn’t know.

He traces his fingers across the characters on the painting. Softly. Across the heart on the shield.

You’re the heart. You’re the heart. You’re the heart.

Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.

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Thank you so much for reading!!! 🥺 Please reblog or comment - it would mean the world to me to hear your thoughts.

Bonus: linked here is the amalgamation of the poems Mike’s brain was writing for Will, if you’re curious 🙃💕

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Update: incredible fanart that I commissioned from @gmaybe666 who absolutely blew me away 😭💕💕

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Bloody Roar 2 V-Jump book bio: Shina

Two souls intertwining

“Hey, hey, dad. Um… y’know, I…. have something to ask you.” “What is it Jeanne?” “Well, my real dad and mom are in heaven right?” “Ah, yes that’s right. What’s the matter? Have you been feeling lonely?” “Mm mmh, I’m fine! Cause I’ve got you dad. Err… anyway, that’s not what I was talking about. What I mean to ask is… dad, I was wondering how you found me. Yeah, that’s it.” “You mean the first time you and I met each other? How terrible, have you really forgotten?” “-I didn’t forget! But… y’know, … uhhh…. yeah ok, sorry…” “No need to apologize. You were so little back then; it can’t be helped that you don’t remember. Besides, your question isn’t entirely accurate. It wasn’t that I found you, it was more like you found me.” “Eh?! That can’t be true! I mean, I was super tiny then right? I couldn’t’ve done something like that! Dad, you gotta be lying.” “I wouldn’t lie to you. Without your parents around, you were left in the care of the church. You really don’t remember do you?” “Hmm…. uhh….” “You were quite the rascal you know. You didn’t pray, you ate your food with your hands, you rode the next door neighbor’s dog like a horse and pulled on its fur. You also didn’t listen to the priest and sisters at all, and when they tried to punish you after having been so exasperated, you’d kick up a huge fuss gnashing your teeth and scratching at them….. Well, I wonder if you still have those bad behaviors even now.” “N-no way! …. So, dad, you didn’t like me then…”

“There was nothing to like or dislike. Like I said, you were the one who found me. I just happened to be visiting the church that day and you jumped onto me all of a sudden you know. I was surprised but the priest even more so. You, who never let anyone, not even the people you were around everyday, get close to you, had come face-to-face with me in a tight hug. The sisters hurriedly tried to pull you off, but you clung too tightly for us to be separated. ‘Let her do what she wants.’ I pleaded. I thought that eventually you would get tired and let go… I underestimated your stubbornness. Not only did you not let go after such a long time, but you also started to doze off into a sound sleep. The priest must have felt there was something going on between us; he said he wanted to consult with me regarding your future. And so, with you still biting and clinging to me, it was decided that we would leave the church together.” “…. Must’ve been annoying huh….” “Jeanne, you haven’t been listening. Not a day has gone by since that day where you have been a nuisance to me. About your parents, what we just talked about…. I’ve told you the whole truth. And do you know why? It’s because I don’t want to be the kind of father who lies and hides things from his daughter. What parent wouldn’t be happy to be hugged by their own child? Ever since that day, I have been the happiest father in the world.” “Really?” “What did I just say? I would never lie to my daughter.” “…..….. Well then…” “What is it?” “Well then, see ya next time. Oh, can I have a big hug? With you dad. Y’know, just like the first time we met!” “Hmm, what’s going on here I wonder… This young lady seems to have gained a considerable amount of weight recently for a 7-year-old, hasn’t she?” “Ooohhhh, you’re such a jerk dad!”

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