#Possessed Stuggles

[e-icreator23]

Somethings that I thought of hehe

And have this heh 0-0

[ribbonsaikeaux]

Pins and Needles

On the high shelf sits a patchwork doll. Comprised mostly of muddy brown felt with a large orange patch on its left side, and a smaller blue one on the back of its head. It wasnt givin a mouth, for there was no need, but it has a pair of black button eyes. The doll is old and frayed. Perhaps the oldest in the Witchs collection, though neither of them can recall anymore. It is rarely used due to it having a very specific Purpose. So it simply waits in Stillness until its Witch needs it.

Today is such a day. The Witch, fuming, reaches up and gently brings the doll down, giving it a gentle hug, speaking its activation phrase.

"Come, we have work to do dolly." She says sitting it down on the nearby pine end table.

The doll starts to move, standing up shakily, looking up at its Witch emenating adoration. Its visage being mostly featureless, it was given the ability to transmit its feelings to its Witch so she could better understand it. It stumbled adorably around the table, happy to finally be of use.

"Okay, okay. Settle down sweet one." The witch says with a giggle, pulling out a lock of brown hair from her bag. The doll knew what it was for, excitement rolling off of it in waves as it walked to the edge of the surface and sat with its legs dangling off the edge. It gets to have some fun!

The Witch gently pats its head with her free hand. "Good doll." She says as she wraps the hair around its neck, tying it into a bow.

She pulls an ornately framed hand mirror from her bag and sets at on the opposite end of the table. The black mirror surface framed by silver with intricate filigree began floating about the table, giving space for the doll and also a better view.

"Ready for some fun?" The Witch asked with an evil grin. The doll resonded with a jubilant nod and bounced up and down, flailing its arms to rebalance itself because it nearly fell of the table.

"Oop! Careful little one." The Witch giggled, helping it stand steady again. "Now stay still a moment dearie." She held out her hand over the doll and closed her eyes, a crimson light shining from her hand as she activated the dolls spell.

The dolls excitement grew. Filling with engery, wreathed in the same crimson glow. The exciment it sent to the Witch was nearly overwhelming, causing her to wivgle in excitment herself.

The surface of the mirror swirled and glowed. No longer black, but containing an image of a woman possessing the same brown hair currently tied around the doll. She was in her kitchen, preparing dinner. What looked to be porkchops and spaghetti. The meat on the counter and the noodles in a boiling pot, the woman danced happily around the room. Perhaps there was music? The mirror didnt transmit sound. This woman, unknown to her, was also wreathed in the crimson aura the doll currently was.

The doll concentrates, standing perfectly still with its legs together and arms at its sides. To the womans pressumed horror, she did the same. Her arms visibly stuggling against whatever unknown force was keeping them at her side. The doll spun around cutely, curtsying to its witch then turned back towards the viewing mirror. The woman doing the same, the Witch smiling at the look of mixed fear and confusion on the womans face as she followed the dolls movements.

The doll refocused, walking across the the table and bringing the woman over to her counter next to the knife. It mimed reaching out and grabbing it, turning its hand from side to side as if admiring the reflective glint of the blade. From this angle, the womans lip could be seen quivering, tears rolling down her face. Presumeably begging for this to stop. The doll didnt know, nor did it care. It was about to have some fun!

The doll moved, bringing its imaginary knife to its cheek, flicking at the wrist. Then woman winced in pain as she cut her cheek, switching the knife to the other hand and cutting even deeper into the other. Straight through, cutting her gums. The doll eminated bliss, the victims pain translates to its pleasure. It needed more.

It gently dragged the tip of the knife over the womans cheek teasingly before making a stabbing motion at its eye. It exploded in delight, so much so the Witch giggled and clapped her hands while squirming in her seat. The dolls exuberance nearly overwhelming her.

The doll was elated to be affecting its Witch to this extent and had an idea, dropping its imaginary knife and turning the woman towards the boiling pot. With no ceremony, it quickly makes her plunge her hand into the scalding water. A look of pure agony graces her face, unable to do anything to stop herself. It almost shivers at the pleasure starting to build deep inside of it.

The Witchs breathing grows heavier, her cheeka becoming flush. She reaches into her bad and pulls out a handful of needles, smiling down at the doll.

"My turn to have some fun little one" she says with a wicked grin. The doll wiggles in excitement, making the woman do the same, which elicited an amused giggle from the Witchs lips. To see such an expression of delight from a being in this much agony was absolutely hilarious to her.

She picked up the doll, causing the woman to be suspebded in mid air. Frozen there, except for the swaying of her hair and the fearful and pained expression on her face. The Witch drove a needle through the both of the dolls hands. It was awash in arousal now. The pain it was causing was sublime. It tried not too, but it squirmed in need, though on the woman it looked more akin to writhing in agony.

The Witch stifles a moan, rubbing her legs togther. "I know dearie, but we're not quite done yet~ Can you hold off for me?" She asked the doll giving it a playful boop on its non-existent nose. The doll nods, the woman following suit. "Good doll~"

The Witch teases its feet with the needles a moment before driving them through its feet. The woman wails while the dolls arousal pulses stronger and stronger. This time the Witch doesnt stifle her moans, letting them flow, her eyes fluttering.

She starts moving faster niw, a climax building for both her and her precious doll. Twisting its arms, bending its legs, squeezing its hands and feet as tight as she can. The dolls pleasure and arousal reaching unknowble levels, all of which are washing over her. She moans and squeals and writhes, hips rocking, rubbing against the arm of her dark leather couch in need.

She drops the doll back down on the table. The woman falls, mangled, bathed in blood. Broken bones extruding from each limb, fragments of it scattered around her from when she fell to the ground. Her hands and feet deatroyed, crumpled in an unnatural way that pulverized evwry bone in them. Blood on every surface in the kitchen. Truly a grisly scene, but the amorous pair had one last task to do to obtain their release.

The Witch picka up the final needle.

"Ready sweetie?" She says breathlessly between moans. The doll nods, no doubt cause grwat pain to the woman in the mirror because its arousal spiked once again. At this point all it could think was pain pleasure pain pleasure.

The Witch plunged the needle into the dolls chest and at that moment, they both climaxed. The doll now emitting a tsunomy of pleasurable feelings, nearly overcoming its Witch who was now screaming in pleasurw as she came, feverishly humping the arm of the couch.

The woman, however, now had a gaping hole through her heart. Able to see straight through her cheat to the checkerboard floor. Finally, her nightmare was over.

The Witch pants, catching her breath and composing herself. Pulling the needles from her doll, she smiles down at it.

"You did an excellent job love." She says with a loving smile. The doll sits up, radiating a delightful contentment. The Witch puts the needles and the mirror back in her bag and picks up the doll, giving it a tight hug before putting it back up on the high shelf.

"Such a good doll." She smiles "get some rest. With the way people have been lately, I may have need of you sooner rather than later."

[tiutale]

Erestor's voice paused in his recitation of the council meetings that week. Tiny footsteps had entered the room. Glancing over the edge of the bed his smiled softly at the small human child. "Hullo little one."

Glorfindel peered over his mate's shoulder smiling as the dertermined little one began climbing the bed. A stuggle with the book grasped in tiny fingers. "It would seem we have company for the night."

Erestor chuckled reaching down to steady the child as she mad her way up. Crawling to the space between the elves she cuddled up to Glorfindel's side. Holding the book possessively against her chest she looked to Erestor with a brilliant smile.

She had not spoken a word since the refugees had settled in. No one knew of her parents. Not who they were. If they lived. Or who she was. She had aimply been awept uo by the caravan in a burnt out village. No possessions but the rags on her little body.

She had taken to the library instantly. Often hiding there looking at picture books. Not much drew her to much else. But this book had found its way to her heart. She had kept it the moment she had discovered it. Looking at it over and over. Until one evening a restless Erestor decided to read it to her.

Settling it on her lap she opened it to the first page and looked expectantly at both elves. Not able to read yet she had had it read to her by many others. She liked Erestor's best.

Glorfindel passed a glowing smile to his mate giving a nod and cuddling the child a bit closer. He had read it to her himself a few times. Amused by the idea his own tale of heroism and failure brought comfort to one such as this. The pains of his past long soothed he was for the most part glad it helped others in times as these.

Erestor smiled back to Glorfindel offering a mental caress of love and care before leaning over a bit to begin reading the tale. Of Glorfindel and the Balrog.

[onejellyfishplease]

This might be a weird ask but how do you get yourself to sit down and write...?

i actually stuggle with this a lot. once i start actively writing im usually fine, but starting is what is difficult for me. it takes a while for me to get into writing.

what works for me is just to write down a sentence, or even just an outline of what i want to write, and then carry on from there. these sentences are usually pretty terrible -the grammers always all iver the place- but theyre a place holder, a starting point for me to get back into the rhythm of writing.

this is usually hit or miss for me, and what normally happens is i am possessed by the muses and cant do anything but write, but that barely ever happens sadly. the blessed motivation.

[sailorsplatoon]

What if Pixel was the new host for the Absolute Solver?

ooh actually that makes a lot of sense since they are a robot. Tiny disclaimer, I know I said this in my last MD post, but I feel the need to say it here too; I haven’t seen the finalle yet so this post might not fit right with whatever new lore is revealed in that episode. (Assuming new lore is revealed, maybe there isn’t any. Idk, I haven’t watched it yet.) There will be spoilers in this post for other episodes, just not the finalle!

Pixel has kind of made themself the perfect target already, seeing as they gave themself a ton of weapons. Not only that, but they also have access to the Memverse. If the Absolute Solver is in their programming when they enter the Memverse, it then has the tools it need to take over the whole world and then destroy it, seeing as the Memverse allows access to literally eveybody’s souls. 

What I can imagine happening is the Absolute Solver manages to get Pixel as it’s host and then it starts working to slowly take over. But then halfway through the process when Pixel is quickly figuring out what’s happening to them, the solver learns about the Memverse. Now that Pixel is figuring out that the Absolute Solver is using them as its new host, they’re not going to just let it into the Memverse, so the solver works extra fast to be able to possess them and get into the Memverse using their body. If the Absolute Solver can act well (which it probably can knowing the whole Tessa situation), there might be a chance that no one even notices Pixel was possessed. Because Pixel’s typical color is yellow, and the solver’s typical color is yellow, so aside from personality there aren’t many major immediate tells. 

So essentially if the Absolute Solver uses Pixel as a host, the world just ends. But because I tend to prefer happy endings, I’m going to say that Marina figured out something was wrong with the code in the Memverse the moment the solver started mesing with it. Seeing as this happened before with Smollusk, she has safety protocols put in place now which she activates immediately. She traps the Absolute Solver in the Memverse without access to people’s souls. However that means no one can get in or out, so Pixel is stuck in there with the Absolute Solver and they have to beat it on their own. Marina is able to help a little with her hacks, but other than that they’re alone. It’s definitely a stuggle, but Pixel eventually manages to win. 

Thank you for the ask!!! I didn’t realize before how easy it would be for the solver to take over the world if it did it through Pixel���

[arziaisfrench]

▪︎ IPKKND Ep 178 : Desperately in need to hear him say the words she needs to hear

You can see Arnav stuck between feeling extremely restless (wanting to run to see if she's ok) and feeling paralysed (by the possibility of finding her in an awful condition or worst, de-d).

He's struggling to hold his tears while panicking.

The acting in this scene was incredibly good !!

He recognized Khushi's voice, not sure if he was having an hallucination or not. But he then, sees her in the mirror of his car.

He finally he can breath again. He was suffocating since the moment he thought she went in that ambulance. He thought he was about to lose the love of his life, his breath of life, the only person on this earth that makes him feel so much more alive !

"Do you even know what I am going through?" She knows EXACTLY what you're going through. She IS going through the same sh't SIIIIR : the attraction, the feelings, the fire, the love, the worry, the need. These two are simply two stubborn fools still not admiting they are so in love with each other !

Both have the same reaction when they thought they lost each other. They also express both their possessiveness during those moments and the entitlement to act the way they do toward each other is even more obvious now !

One major difference is that Arnav is far more tactile. Khushi still doesn't dare to openly touch him as if he's hers even if he's indeed already hers (she just don't know lol, He had even reproached her (of course with insinuations) for her passivity regarding what she could do with him; he reproached her for not being active with him…).

Khushi decides to behave just like he did when she got so worried for him not long ago. She is asking why it matters to him. Khushi already knows he cares. She wants and needs more. She needs to know how deep are his feelings. "Why do you care?"

There is a major difference between the first time he admitted that she matters to him and this second time. Just like the last time, he stops before confessing his love. But here, his reaction is different, her stops I think for a different reason. He stops, but almost reluctantly this time.

Let me explain :

The first time (ep124), he almost revealed his feelings (when it was announced to him that Khushi got engaged), he stopped because he just didn't want to admit anything until she did. That's it, he was being childish and stubborn. He already understood he fell in love but refused to reveal to her the depth of his feelings.

This time, he was going to put his feelings into words willingly, betraying the fact that he now admits and accepts his love for her. And it suprised him. He's suprised about how easely this time he was about to confess.

He isn't afraid, scared, furious anymore of letting her know she won, and therefore to admit to himself he's ready to accept her control over him, her capacity to control him.

He's now more open to the idea of accepting that the stuggles he had over accepting his love for her, was always a matter of losing against himself, and not really about her winning over him !

He hated the idea of telling her that he loves her before but now he wants to. He's ready. And him being ready to confess means he's ready to ask her in marriage !!!!

As I wrote before, almost losing her for good (that something terrible might happen to her safety OR her deciding to close her door for good) ALWAYS brings him back in the right track, he always end up having more clarity in what he needs to do next. The fear of losing her always wakes him up !

And at this point, he doesn't want to really try to hide it from her, he's waiting for the right moment.

Khushi is angry. Not only he came running to scream at her but he still can't confess, he won't tell her how much she matters to him. Khushi isn't waiting for a "I love you" type of confession, she wouldn't dare to expect this much from him even if it's what she wants to hear deep down. But she wants him at least to admit his feelings. She's frustrated. So she decides to ignore him completely, she knows it annoys tf out of him hahahaha !!

Arnav KNOWS why she's angry.

Khushi is getting impatient now, he acts like her boyfriend even in front of people while he still can't gather his courage to just tell her she matters to him. "Enough !"

"-Are you out of your mind? Why are you wearing bangles you know aren't of your size ! Damn it, if something would've happened then? What if you would've cut your ve'n then? -So what?!"

He knows she has valid reason to not confess anymore. He wants her to know but he's struggling to pass that last final obstacle. It's understandable, he used to be so scared of admiting it to even himself and now he has to tell her.

He wants to find the right time to confess to her.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

HELLO I COULD MAKE A FANFIC WHERE DOUMA MEETS THE READER WHEN HE IS ABANDONED WHEN HE WAS A BABY AND DOUMA FINDS HER AND THEN OVER TIME BECOMES MORE POSSESSIVE

I think I understand you but sorry if I got it wrong

Come to find I really liked this concept and the story I got from this

so thank you so much!!

I'd definitely be willing to continue this too

Yandere Douma x Baby Reader

🌈👁️I’d expect you to be picked up by someone in his cult

🌈👁️a sweet woman with a little bit of extra love in her heart for you and a knack for writing

🌈👁️Anyway you might be in a river or just on the side of the road seen by her while out on errands

🌈👁️Lucky enough for you she had just finished nursing her son before she left him with his father to follow Lord Douma

🌈👁️And though she missed and wrote to him she couldn’t fill this hole in her heart until she started caring for you

��👁️You weren’t a secret, but she didn’t parade you around the group either

🌈👁️Guessing right, the devout followers wouldn’t be necessarily pleased she was dividing her love for you

🌈👁️So she kept you quiet and appealed to Douma with her looks and general demeanor

🌈👁️It isn’t until he offers to help her reach paradise that he’s extremely interested by her answer

🌈👁️“Lord Douma if I may, can I postpone my ascension until I can do something?” said with tears in her eyes and deeply bowing

🌈👁️His curiosity had to be fed with why his new and beautiful devotee decided this

🌈👁️When she goes to retrieve you she wonders if you could come with her perhaps

🌈👁️And in her last letter to her son she details this inquiry and excitedly says how she hopes one day he will join her as well

🌈👁️When Douma is shown your sleeping face he can’t help but poke and prod, holding you as he tries to figure you out what this feeling is

🌈👁️She’ll tell him how she found you and even how she has kept a log of your life for when your older

🌈👁️He’ll tell her he knows a member that will take care of you and she refuses voicing her concern about who you’ll be placed with

🌈👁️And when he counters with hiring a bonafide nurse to care for you she pushes back

🌈👁️“NO! I mean I’m sorry my lord but I think I want to raise them. I want to care for them! Sorry but may I please have (Y/n) back!?”

🌈👁️As she reaches out to transfer your now babbling swaddled form she finds she can’t remove her hands from Douma’s arm

🌈👁️“I think you deserve to go to paradise, Milwe. Even if your selflessness makes you not want to.”

🌈👁️And he can’t deny that he relishes the contrast of his oblivious baby and this woman’s horror-struck face stuggling in silence

🌈👁️And even when she realizes she can’t escape she still calls out for you one last time

🌈👁️You respond by wiggling, reaching out for her but by then she is already gone

🌈👁️And before you can actually start crying Douma will take you close to his chest like he saw Milwe do just moments before

🌈👁️And the rest of your existence is met with him learning about you and how much you grow

🌈👁️And him getting oddly attached

🌈👁️Suddenly he feels something about you

🌈👁️The unfamiliar touch of emotion that springs when you start walking to get to him

🌈👁️Or its sting when you call out for one of the members when he’s right there

🌈👁️And even when Muzan drops by for an unexpected visit he actually is scared for you

🌈👁️Lucky for you, your innocent charm earns you another fan as you beg for the demon lord to hold you and then fall asleep when he does

🌈👁️Douma realizes that thanks to the emotions he never had access to until you he has become so much stronger

🌈👁️and when Akaza threatens him over you he’ll tell them your his good luck charm

🌈👁️But he and Muzan both know that's not the case

🌈👁️And he intends to keep you by his side forever

[rigginsstreet]

If I have to see that fucking "#It’s about breaking the circle of abuse and being better than him' one more time.

Like, Jonathan- yeah, his trauma made him quiet and cautious and he's trying his best and he's good but take into account he had an amazing Mother.

Eddie - yeah he has his friends and takes in the outcasts and that but he didn't overcome any cycle? His dad was a criminal and he's a drug dealer? Not just weed, but like, about to sell Ket to a girl who has clearly never touched drugs before. Also, his Uncle seems good.

Steve - watered down with every episode post-Barbara death. He stuggled with that trauma, yeah, but not brought up enough. His parents seem absent and neglectful, but not quite abusive, which is shit. And he makes a point of protecting the kids (though people act like that's a huge feat and not a fairly common choice for the older to protect the younger, like Nancy and Jonathan don't also do that when the opportunity has arisen), but he still seems to not really want to hang around them outside of the danger moments, hate that "mom" characterisation being shoved down everyones throat by fans, like are you not seeing the moody teen who wants to hook up and move on? He's a wet rag of a man just now, no idea what he's doing except for the terrible Nancy plot being dragged. He didn't have to lose all of that King Steve goodness. Just a travesty.

And then of course the complete absence of Billy. The main character in the show representing being abused and abusing, the cycle, right there. God forbid we actually speak his name with any understanding or empathy, because he fucked up with A B and C so the TEEN BOY LIVING IN ABUSE AND BEING POSSESSED WITH NO SUPPORT AROUND HIM gets no opportunity to make better choices and learn from his mistakes and be better. Even if he didn't die, they'd still want him to just suffer forever. Like, what's the point in anything in life if you can't fuck up and then learn and be better? If you have to just stew in that forever. Who does this help? Who does it help to refuse to let people grow?

the act of billy standing up to the mindflayer was L I T ER A L L Y a metaphor for his abuse (i mean do i think the duffers intended that? no. but is it there nonetheless? yes)

NOBODY on this show has a scene like that

jonathans the only comparable character we can say has suffered abuse but even then its SO watered down compared to what we SAW FIRSTHAND billy go through. jonathans abuse remains pretty vague in comparison. and still. HIS LOVING MOTHER WAS STILL AROUND! HE HAD FAMILY OUTSIDE OF LONNIE!

real cute how this fandom latches on to 3 characters as the beacons of ~overcoming abuse~ when its 3 characters who um.... either have no abuse to speak of or we met them long after their abuser was out of the picture

but the character we meet who was ACTIVELY in the middle of his abuse and suffering clear symptoms because of it? THATS the character yall cant forgive or give him credit for his redeeming moment?

the activism is giving performative....

just say you only want to deal with “easy” victims and go. just say you dont have the emotional depth to deal with trauma victims who are difficult. 

its okay. its not for everybody not everybody has the bandwidth to deal with it

but just because YOU cant handle it, does not mean these people are lesser than or deserve to die/suffer for eternity. YOU need to do some reflecting on how YOU deal with people. 

but billy and people like him certainly dont need that rancid ass energy in their life 

[all-might-can-smash-me]

Hogwarts AU Headcanons

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead, Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum, Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye, Keigo Takami/Hawks

Masterlist

Slytherin 🐍

He was the odd ball though when it came to his own house since he hung out with a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor

Would every now and then find himself in some trouble alongside his friends with the professors

Especially for being late to class, his two friends goofing off around the grounds, and trying to sneak around late at night.

Was in possession of the Maurader’s map with his friends....but Filch took it...

Also was friends with you as well, ever since the first train ride to Hogwarts, but the two of you start to date in your 6th year.

He excelled with all his subjects and O.W.L.S. and graduated almost at the top of his class

The two of you married not too long upon graduating Hogwarts.

Became an Auror and was pretty great at his job, but with the offer of a position at Hogwarts recommended to him, he decided to give it a go

The two of you move to Hogsmeade to be closer to his work.

I picture him teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts

He’s a strict teacher, but only because he needs the students to know the ways to defend themselves and be knowledgeable of the dangers in the wizarding world.

He is also runs Wizarding Duel Club, which is actually quite popular despite him being so strict with his teaching methods

Enjoys roaming around Hogsmeade with you on the weekends he and over the holidays

Frequents the Three Broomsticks and Honeydukes with you (especially honeydukes when you fall pregnant during his 2nd year of teaching)

Students were SHOOK to see their professor at Madame Puddyfoot’s Tea Shop with a heavily pregnant you on Valentine’s Day

Students since then have introduced themselves to you and enjoy talking to you....despite Shouta wanting a student free weekend in Hogsmeade.

But he can’t help but like it when students request to feel your baby bump and you happily let them....the happy look on your face makes his heart flutter

Will invite you to eat at Hogwarts with the students and professors that stay for Christmas because he feels bad for the students who don’t go back to their families

Gryffindor 🦁

Was extremely popular in his Hogwarts years

Won the triwizard tournament his 7th year

His academics though? They weren’t out of this world, but they were pretty normal, he was better when it came to his extracurricular activities such as Wizarding Duel and Quidditch

He would secretly go to geek out about the muggle world with the Muggle Studies professor every now and then

Upon graduation he was a pretty popular quidditch player for the United Kingdom, but suffered a life changing injury

Decided live in the muggle world and study their way of life for a bit after the injury, he ended up composing a text book with all the basics he scrounged up together

It’s even used for the curriculum at Hogwarts

Though Hogwarts offered him a position as well as the Muggle Studies professor

Hell to the yes he went! He become head of Gryffindor house and helped give pointers to the quidditch team

Started a weekend club where students would meet in the great hall to observe Muggle Artifacts, it wasn’t really that popular, but it didn’t matter, the few students that joined was enough for him.

Met you shortly after beginning to teach at Hogwarts

You taught herbology and would sometimes listen in during his Muggle club in the great hall and would sometimes ask questions about the object he was talking about.

After that he would invite you out to Hogsmeade to get a butter beer and talk about muggle things since you showed an interest in wanting to know

The conversations soon turned into what would go on between two friends and it flowed so nicely, so after that he would ask you to meet up a few more times before going on a date.

The fact that two of you dated was no secret as your dates were of course held at Hogsmeade and the students could very well see the two of you chatting away.

So it wasn’t a surprise when the two of you got married and you fell pregnant during one year of teaching.

He totally invited the members of his muggles club to the wedding and totally didn’t get emotional when they gifted him a rubber duck (his absolute favorite muggle artifact)

Hufflepuff 🦡

Known as the gentle giant while in school

Supper nice and was friendly with absolutely everyone, so he was highly respected and adored by his peers

His academic life was pretty normal, excelling in the subjects he needed to become an Auror, he was also the announcer for the school’s quidditch matches.

Also liked to spend his time in the library to study....also snuck snacks in as well and would share with the other students that were studying

Met you on the train ride to Hogwarts his 7th year, he was trying to enter your train car since the others were full but he only managed to bang his head upon entering

You two were joined at the hip ever since then and started dating

The two of you married after graduation

You came into the ownership of honeydukes at Hogsmeade while Taishiro spent most of his time away for his job as an Auror

Quite his job though once the two of you had your 5th child to move to Hogsmeade to be with you and to help you run the candy shop.

The students love interacting with you and Taishiro, talking about their classes and their stuggles and asking for advice as they would purchase their chocolate frogs and other confectionary

Your older children, who all happen to be girls, love to go visit you and Tiashiro ok the weekends and sometimes hang out with their friends there.

Your younger girls would give advice to the students who are purchasing candy on which one is the best and will also look longingly to them because they wanted to be at Hogwarts already.

They would also brag that they had like five of the cards that a student would get from their chocolate frogs, but Taishiro would soon put them on blast and say they didn’t

Became instant BFFs with the Weasley family thanks to being able to relate on having big families, so holidays together are chaotic but fun

Is a huge advocate for house elves rights along with his daughters and you

Ravenclaw

Was a little quiet during school, a little mysterious

People either liked him or just really didn’t know him, mostly people from his own house liked him.

Excelled in academics and was at the top of his class and was viewed as the brightest wizard in his year, but sucked when it came to quidditch.

Really, really, really, really loved quidditch though and really wished he was good at it, but you can’t help some things.

Upon graduation he took up a position at the Ministry of Magic as the head of the Department of Mysteries

Worked extremely close with the Hall of Prophecy thanks to his gift of Divination (divination was his favorite course in Hogwarts)

Met you through work after becoming head of the Department of Mysteries

Your were the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

You two had a meeting for damage control because a worker on the Hall of Prophecy managed to drop on of them and the even needed to be documented

You had a framed signature from a famous quidditch player on the wall that caught his attention after the meeting, which he pointed out and the two of you had a conversation about your shared love of quidditch

After that, he was hooked and asked you out on a date, which went well and the two of you were married a year or two later.

He would read your tea leaves or your palms about your future to impress you

It always impressed you and it will always impress you no matter how many times he would do it.

The two of you live in an apartment in London and will often go to the Leaky Couldron and Diagon Alley

The two of you would deck yourself out in your favorite teams for the quidditch World Cup, which includes painting your face

Gryffindor 🦁

EXTREMELY popular in his Hogwarts years

Literally all the girls loved and pined after him, all the boys wanted to be him, and all the teachers were always impressed with his work.

Was the best seeker for the Gryffindor quidditch team

All around perfect student and he always seemed to do everything with so much ease and stress free

Always managed to dodge the love potions girls would try to slip him.

He met you one day while messing around with his friends at the lake skipping rocks, you were under the shade of a tree studying.

His friends went to start messing with you, which he soon told them too all ‘fuck off’ when he could tell that you were visibly annoyed with them.

Always hung out with you since then, becoming almost like your gaurdian angel

Upon graduation he struck a job being an Auror, you the potions master at hogwarts.

He was pretty dang awesome in his job and honestly everyone knew the amazing work he did as Auror, so he was pretty popular amongst the Aurors as well

He quit his job though to begin teaching the flying lessons to the first years at Hogwarts because he really did enjoy quidditch and flying

Also was in charge of quidditch as a whole

And he also just really missed you

He finally asked you out on a date towards the end of his first year of teaching at Hogwarts and you said yes, then towards the beginning of the next year, the two of you got married

The students love Keigo, he treats them as equals, mostly because he’s honestly not that much older than them and was in their position not to long ago.

Girls swoon over him and are low key jealous that you are married to him.

He likes to pop his head in to bother you during, or before and after your classes

Plays quick games of quidditch on the quidditch field with the house team that are practicing for fun

Will tug you into the potion’s closet for a quick kiss, despite how unprofessional you think it is

[jjk-anime-horray]

I'm The Real Getou!!!

Suguru Getou x Reader (Jujutsu Kaisen Au)

18 year old Y/N, a not evil but registered curse user knows to stay out of Jujutsu business. However, what can someone do when they stumble across a Jujutsu sorcerer stripped of their powers, and have a ancient spirit imposter of themselves running around murdering people under there name. Let's just say things get messy very quickly.

Warnings: Strong language, Suggestive themes, and Kenjaku/Psuedo. Reader is Fem! Reader (Sorry).

Premiere/Part One: (Hope you like it)

Waitressing fucking sucks sometimes. You have to work late nights, odd hours, and deal with all sorts of crazy people that you honestly sometimes want to stab with the pen you write down there orders with. However, there was one sole reason why you worked at a late night restaurant/bar, have to deal with perverted men that don't get the point that being friendly is part of your god damn job, and occasionally having to watch drunk people start fist fights with each other:

Tips, and lots of them.

Currently slipping out of the pretty heels you wore to also help with you making said tips you changed out of your work clothes into some joggers, a sweatshirt, and sneakers because honestly who doesn't like comfy clothes.

You know that walking alone at night is usually pretty stupid, however, you also weren't like other girls. But not like pick me bitch I'm not other of girls type "I don't wear make", "I only hang with the bro's", casual misogyny shit. You go on tiktok, cry when any dog dies in movies, and watch whatever the hell you want just like almost anyone else on the planet. The difference between you and the next person over is that if someone tries to mug you, they're getting a black flash or maybe some curse energy embedded keys to the face.

You weren't a jujutsu sorcerer per se, but you did have cursed energy. You were just able to hide it from everyone else because you innate. technique nulls out anyone else's technique activated, and hides your cursed energy because it kind of nulls itself. You don't have a name for it, but it's really useful if you just want to mind your own business.

Street lights completely illuminated the way to your comfy apartment, so you didn't even have to worry about people popping out of dark corners.

But the "AUGHHHGG......HMPH......YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!! BOOM." that you heard followed by completely inhuman noises followed by more cusses, and blasts of cursed energy. That is something you might have to worry about.

And while you would normally just mind your own business and stay clear of the sight like anyone else with common sense, you couldn't in this situation because the obvious signs of conflict were coming out of your apartment building. Great, what could be better than dealing with curses after a brutal shift?

"Oh fuck me why is it always the perfect fucking time" You grumble to yourself.

You quickly run towards the building holding all of your possessions, wanting to prevent the most property damage that was yours as much as you could.

Dashing up the stairs with your backpack bouncing with each step taken.

With more booms coming from even closer to your complex, you dash faster down the walls, and were surprised that more people didn't notice the commotion.

But finally when you made it to your home sweet home, you calmed down as you unlocked your door and flung it open to find it completely as how you left it.

"Phew, at least is wasn't my stuff being smashed."

But before you could even settle in two bodies crashed through the sealing above you down to your apartment. Causing you to have to dive out of the way to avoid being completely crushed, but unfortunately you weren't in complete luck as your legs got partially. trapped under a beam.

The sight in front of you was something to behold. A faceless curse pinned down a raven haired man, and started to morph him?

Getou's POV:

When I felt a surge of cursed energy being release about a half hour ago I had no Idea it would spiral into this madness.

Now currently I was in a full fist fight with a faceless curse? that was so strong it put my special grade status to shame.

Why a fist fight you may ask? Well that's because it's technique stole my cursed energy, the second it emerged from it's boxed seal that got broken, it latched onto me and drained my powers and became more human.

White, faceless, sexless, with stitches and a tongue on it's forehead it was complexly ugly, but I shouldn't really be thinking about why it's ugly considering that it may have me dead. The weirdest thing was that after it got my cursed energy, and technique. It decided to talk to me. It even fucking introduced itself as Kenjaku. It spoke from the forehead on it's mouth, and proceeded to say this:

"Before you die, I should have you know that your abilities will be sacrificed and used for a great cause. Japan will rule them all."

It lunged at me, throwing the two of us through the floor down a level, as it tried to kill be by absorbing the rest of me. I don't know how he was going to do it, but I knew that I was currently choking the bastard with all of my might trying to get him off me.

But in this position all I can to is pray that I can pry him off of my neck, but when the being transformed it self into me. I couldn't get myself to not look in shock.

Y/N's POV:

You couldn't help but watch in complete utter shock when the white being took the form of the raven haired man underneath him. Everything about it was unnatural. But one thing's for certain, that thing was wrong, and you couldn't just let this happen in your damn apartment.

Looking down to the beam on your leg. Not completely crushing it, but making it stuck, you look around you to find anything you could use as leverage. Scoping the area you see something metallic, a part of a metal pipe! Quickly you use it to pry the wood off of your leg as quickly as you can, relieving some of the pain.

You scrabble from out under the debrie, pushing off all of the pebbles and splinted that adorned your sweatpants. You look over to see the thing and the man still in a stuggle, and the guy clearly losing.

Quickly you rush in with the lead pipe in. hand, and start to use your anger to conjure your cursed energy to imbue it in it.

"Time to die." The now duplicate said over the initial man. "Once I absorb your body, you'll become a complete part of my-"BAMM

The make shift weapon collided with the imposter, sending him across the room, tumbling into the white's wall of the room now covered in dust. Leaving you in-between the man and the thing with the pipe in hand embedded with your energy.

You watched to see the completely formed thing, started to make it's way back to it's feet. Shifting its weight it slowly made its way to i's knees. Unnerving you in the process as it replicated joints that got moved in tumble.

"What sort of low life are you to try to interfere with my--" The imposter stopped itself mid sentence. While speaking it tried to ready an attack (most likely a cursed energy blast of some sort) , but fell short as it realized that it couldn't.

"What did you do to me?!?" The spirit raged angrily in, at its now nulled abilities.

"That's none of your business, and what makes you think I would tell you anyway?"

You knew exactly what you did to him. You see the thing is with your cursed energy, anyone who comes in contact with it cannot activate there own cursed energy until your nulling wears off which varies form person to person. On top of that anyone who touches your body also gets there abilities deactivated as well.

"Well that doesn't matter anyway because I have a back up plan anyway."

"Wait what?"

"GET DOWN"

With that the intial black haired man tackled you to the ground, getting you out of the way as giant vines came crashing through the exterior walls into the heart of the building. Pulling the curse away in a grovey wake, and causing the two of you too crash into the far wall, and small pieces of debris to fall on the both of you.

Shakily you got to move after the crash, but then you immediately halted. Your body being pinned in place by not wood and rock, but muscle and flesh. Quickly your eyes snap to readjust so that you can interpret the sight.

Long muscular legs adorned with baggy pants were wound in-between yours, a solid stomach covered in a black rodlike shirt flung next too yours, and a god like upper body entrapped the rest of your body, and there was no denying that the man was tall and built. The icing on the cake however was the angular, slender eyed, gorgeous face that you finally get to have a good look at panting into your ear from exhaustion.

Slowly with a low grown of discomfort the body connected to yours shifted so that his eyes could meet your gaze head on.

"Are you alright Miss?" He said in a tone as if he wasn't talking to you with both (beefy) arms next to both sides of you head.

"Am I alright? Of course I'm fucking not!!!!"

[e-icreator23]

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Today. Tomorrow. Forever.

no one liked the first part but fuck you a part two 

part one

Dabi x reader (we’ll get there)

warnings: Drinking, abuse, cannon divergence, swearing, spooky stuff

word count: 2,000 (about)

summary: the longer you stay with these ghosts the less you feel like yourself, as if something else had taken your place. 

“Shoto, can we talk?” you asked quietly, as he poked at his bowl of cereal. Everything had seemingly gone back to normal, the only evidence that last night had even happened was the marks left around your throat. He shook his head and you sighed. 

“Shoto, we have to talk about last night,” you said. His cheeks went hot with shame. 

“I-I’m sorry please don’t be mad,” he pleaded tears filling his eyes. You blanched not knowing how to deal with this. 

“No, No I’m not mad Shoto,” you reassured him, he didn’t calm down. 

 “It’s my fault!” he shouted putting his face in his hands. 

“Sweetheart no,” you tried again, then on impulse you added “I won’t leave,”  he sniffled and looked up at you. 

“You’re going to stay?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m not going anywhere,” you said, reaching out to him, he winced and you didn’t touch him, not completing the action waiting for him to come to you, eventually he did. Giving you his hand to squeeze reasuringly. 

“What happened lastnight wasn’t your fault, and it’s not going to scare me away.” you declared patting his soft cheeks dry with a napkin. 

“Does that kind of thing happen a lot?” you asked and he nodded. “And did something like that happen and the last nanny got scared away because of it?” you asked and he nodded. 

“The last three,” 

“Well, Not me, that mean old ghost isn’t anything I haven’t delt with before,” you said in an effort to sooth him. 

“He’s not mean- not most of the time anyways,” Shoto defended. “He just gets mad sometimes and it’s scary but he wouldn’t hurt me,”  this supprised you, and you couldn’t help but not believe him. Even if this ghost loved him, even if this ghost was family, it could still hurt him. 

“Do you know his name?” you asked. Shoto crossed over to you and cupped his hands around your ear before whispering in that loud breathy way children whispered. 

“Toya,” 

You didn’t plan on doing much that day, both of you too shell shocked for chit chat about books or a trip to the movies but you were saved from having to do any planning by a loud ringing of the door bell. 

It made you jump. Anyone who worked at the home just came and went as they pleased, as did Enji, and any pakages came through the back door. You realized this must be the first time you’d heard the door bell rung. Shoto looked equally puzzled. 

“Do you want to go see who it is?” you asked and he nodded sticking out his hand for you to take hold of. The two of you went down stares and just as you reached to forer  you saw a white haired man about your age being welcomed in. 

“Natsuo!”  Shoto called out dropping your hand to rush to the man. Natsuo laughed and crouched catching Shoto in his arms and whisking him up in a tight hug. 

“Hey kiddo!”  he laughed happily than turned to you. 

“Sorry for the unannounced visit, If I had had your number I would have called you,” he said, you offered him a tight smile. As bad as you were dealing with children you were even worse with your peers. 

“No truoble at all, I’m (y/n) the nanny,” you said taking the hand he offered you and shaking it furmly. 

“Natsuo, i’m the older brother,”

You warmed up to Natsuo quickly. It was hard not to like him when Shoto was so clearl thrilled to see him.  He seemed like a good guy and you spent the day playing with hot wheeles with the two of them. You even let Shoto stay up passed his bedtime so he could spend somemore time with his brother, and when he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open any longer, Natsuo put him to bed.  

“Can I get you a drink before you leave?” you offered. 

“I’d love that,” he said. The cook had already left for the day, but you could manage yourself just fine. You poured him a glass of wine, then a glass for yourself, you both stood around the counter drinking and talking in hushed tones together. 

“I’m surprised you took the job honestly,” he said, now just taking a quick swig form the wine bottle before passing it to you so you could take a drink too. 

“I needed it,” you admitted. 

“Still, there are better places to work, better people to work for,” he said bitterly. 

“To be fair, I don’t know your father as well as you do,” you siad.

“But you heard the rummors right?” 

“Just the ones that this place is haunted.” He scoffed, taking another drink. 

“That all is bullshit, I’m talking about what people say about dad,” 

“That I haven’t heard,”

“Well they aren’t rummors you know? T’sall true. He beat our mom until she went nuts and killed his own son. Everyone knows he did it too, but he’s got that rich bastard money so all his problems dispeared,” he spat drunkenly. There was an uncomfortable pause after that, you weren’t sure what to say after that, and Natsuo seemd to realized he’s killed the mood. 

“Sorry,” he muttered. 

“It’s okay, can you tell me about your brother?” you asked. Natsuo shrugged. 

“He’s a good kid, but you know that, Shoto’s a good kid.”

“Sorry, not Shoto, your other brother,” you pried furhter. He sighed deaply. 

“Toya was a mother fucker.” he said stuggling to think of anything else. “But I loved him. He was, mean and a son of a bitch but we were thick as theives growing up, he faught with dad alot, but I loved him.” He told you. It wasn’t much to go on but you guessed you should be glad that you had gotten that much. 

“Fuyumi was the smart one she always had her nose in some book but we’d pull her hair to get her to chase us… god I miss her i’should call er,” he mumbled to himself. 

“Natsuo do you want me to call you a cab? You probably shouldn’t be driving,” 

“That be great, thank you.”

You called the cab. And saw Natsou off. And then you were alone, in this large house that felt so small. You turned off the lights in the house, as much as you hated to do so, and started to make your way upstairs. You gripped the hand rail tightly, and looked down at your feet making sure they landed firmly on the stair each time before you trusted your leg with your weight. 

You were drunk, although not as drunk as Natsou and your vision blured slightly around the edges. There was a low groaning sound as the house settled and you stopped for a moment resting your head agains the railing. You were too drunk to deal with any ghosts right now. 

“Please don’t” you said softly, hoping in vain that if someone was listening the would grant your plea. You straightend. Getting dizzy from the sudden head rush, and kept marching up the stairs. You felt your way down the hall using the walls as guidance to your room. Your sad room that felt so small. 

 You needed a shower you decided and stumbled to the bathroom. You took off your shirt, then your pants, then your undergarments. You looked at yourself in the mirror there was another person in the mirror. Ablurry second you. Naked, ecept for your silver locket, thick purple bruises still on your neck. 

You could see there were scars running down your chest and arms from the last time you had taken the locket off. But this time is different. You thought. She’s gone, she can’t hurt you anymore. You felt like you were going to throw up, but whether it was the alcohol or the thought of your mother it was hard to tell. 

Quickly you turned on the watter and stepped into the shower embracing the ice cold spray. You took a shuddering breath and balled your hands into fists. 

You had been devastated when your mother died. Your father had left before you were born and she was all you had. Of course, she was dead, but not gone. It was hard to ignore her screaming and thrashing at her own funeral, demanding that people look at her, see her. But you had to pretend that she wasn’t there. After all, no one else could see her. You had been gifted the locket the next day, and moved in with your Aunt the day after that. 

And your mother followed. Sometimes, you talked with her, sometimes you ignored her. Sometimes she kept quiet and let you ignore her, but often she didn’t. It had been horible watching her spirit wither away, litterally loseing pieces of her self day by day. You had just been a child, you hadn’t known any better. You were just scared of losing your mom. 

When your mother possessed you, it set her back to normal, at least for a little while, all her peices were there. And she was so happy everytime too, so proud of you. She would smile and tell you how wonderful it was to eat again, to sing and be seen, all the things living people take for granted. It was awful everytime, to be ejected from your body and losing chunks of time and memory, you could still rembebr how empty it all felt. 

But it made her so happy, and it ment you wouldn’t have to say goodbye. It became easier and easier for your mom to take over, until she just had to touch your locket to be in control of you while your own contious slipped away. She had started taking over more and more often too. 

It was awful, you had just wanted to be in your own body for a single day so you took your locket off. 

You flipped the watter from cold to hot, deciding that you had sobered up enough and wanting a bit of comfort. You set the water so hot that it burned, but burned in a good way. You breathed in the steam and watched your fingers prune before finally turning off the shower. You towled off and looked at your self in the mirror again. Just one you this time. 

It was late, nearly one in the morning. But you weren’t ready to turn in yet. You slipped on your robe and started padding around the halls. The robe was soft and a deep wine red color. You had never had a robe before, let a lone felt the need to use one, but it had come with the job, provided for you like the soap and the toilet paper. 

The house was stil dark, still empty. Quiet and still except for the sound of your foot steps, your wet feet sticking slightly to the hard wood floor and pealing off of it with ever step. It didn’t take long for you to get lost, it never did, but you didn’t mind. You just wandered, deaftly poking the bruises on your neck to feel the sting. 

Part of the hall way was illuminated by moonlight streaming through a glass door. You looked out and saw a balcony that you had never seen before. You reached out and touched the door nob. Unlocked. 

You opened the door and stepped out into the crisp air night, the cold concrete felt good on your feet as the night breese fluttered your still damp hair. It was a full moon tonight. You could see hundreds of starts above you in the sky, the mansion was so far out from the citty that light polution wasn’t a problem. 

 The stone parapet was thick enough to sit on, so you did, letting your legs dangle over the edge. It was so far down. You noted, then wondered what floor of the house you were even on. Where exactly where you anyway? You kicked you feet back and forth watching them swing above the courtyard. 

And when you looked up, the ghost from last night was there. Standing in the air. He gave you a small two-finger salute. Then he spoke

“Hello there.”

[thebarbaricbeast]

Hi! Hope your doing ok! My big three is Scorpio sun, libra rising, and cancer moon! My 12th house is Virgo. My conflict is overthinking and being critical of all my actions and words. Have a wonderful day!

Hey beautiful!

overthinking is tiring and difficult to get out of and it can easily cause mental disarray. Thats why i think this potion might add a drop of security...

what do you think of a dashing dark blue color. blue represents creativity ,imagination and softness like romance and vulnurbility but also intelligence and responsibility. An intensive blue can arouse sadness and low self esteem which you might stuggle with as we all do.

Because you possess the divine virginity and pureness of virgo and the water-attracted, emotional, and tranquil nature of chaotic cancer, I present this hue in honor of the fabled figure "the mermaid." . You're a mysterious beautiful mermaid with a mind so emotional, with illuminating water whilst presenting yourself as the heir to the underwater kingdom. On the surface you look so beautifully rigid and cold with delicate manners but underneath the glistening pearl crown is a girl constantly thinking about her adequacy to the throne and how she may present herself, what people may think, her mother especially.Every night she stares onto the silver moon wishing to search the depths of the darkest corners of the sea in hopes she finds her mother again and takes down the wicked trio of women perhaps revealing delicate secrets her father would never mention but who would take the throne if she went missing too ,besides her mother would never acknowledge such a thing.....

a darker version:

[long-cosmos-overhead]

Okokok.. I have a request for Thranduil with a short!human Reader. Can be headcanons, a drabble or whatever :) Something abouthim taking advantage of her height and picking her up. No matter what setting or story it is in

He will absolutely adore it even before you started courting he couldn’t help but smile watching you completely outmatch an opponent and then proceed to stuggle while reaching for an object out of your reach

Thranduil will use it to his advantage in any way possible especially if he wants your attention he’ll easily pick you up, wrap his whole body around yours, pin you to his throne or a wall

Expect teasing only playful of course he’d rather cut off his hand before hurting you in any way, Thranduil loves joking about how tiny you are compared to him and you can bet he’ll make you pull him down for a kiss only to loving drag you closer and tilt your head kissing you properly

He would probably put objects or possessions he knows you’ll need later out of your reach without you knowing just so he can hear you ask him for help because he always makes you pay him back with kisses

Picking you up is his favourite thing to do, it feels so intimate to him he usually does it when you try and leave him, he’ll quickly hoist you into his embrace and lock his arms around you playfully asking how you could neglect him so harshly

However you make this work in your favour as well whenever Thranduil sees you’re tired he will scoop you into his arms and carry you to your shared chambers it’s so sweet sometimes you can’t help but fake it just to feel his arms around you

You’re the perfect height for cuddling after a long day all he wants to do is hold you and you fit perfectly against his chest allowing Thranduil to keep a tight hold on you all night. He can’t sleep unless he knows nothing can hurt you and the fact he can completely protect you puts him at ease

Thranduils actually a huge softie, in the mornings he has to braid your hair the intimacy of it puts him in a good mood however you are not a morning person so he sits you up in his lap weaving his fingers through your hair until he’s designed the most beautiful braid any man could lay eyes on he claims your height gives him perfect access to your hair

Cuddle him. He loves it so much no matter the situation he would always cuddle you back feeling your arms wrap around his waist makes his heart melt and he finds you so adorable

Thranduil does get very possessive and protective over you he knows despite your height being endearing, many people would easily hack you in half or target you as easy prey if you really can’t be with him or within his line of sight he sends you out with at least four guards at all times

He hates when you become insecure about your height you’re perfect in every single way he has to show you often leaving you breathless and thankful for your height or he places his crown on your head

Secretly he gets flustered when he sees you in his crown he finds it so sophisticated and graceful he almost got you your own but decided against it since he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you if he did wear his crown if he’s had a rough day it’ll make him feel all sorts of warm inside

[lilac-sweet-giggles]

Let’s Just Chat (BNHA Ojiro and Shinso)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Description: During the preparations and buildings of the Culture Festival, Ojiro runs into Shinso once again. Shinso asks if he and Ojiro can try to hang out and get to know eachother which leads to more bonding than expected

(ft. the help of the lovely @gotmeringinghellsbells​ )

Word Count: (1922)

Just a couple more wood to the gym

Ojiro was briefly helping Sero and the stage group set up some things in the gymnasium. As he was walking on his merry way, a figure stumbles back from their booth and into said Ojiro himself. His tail instinctively caught the person before they could hit the ground and puts his Woods down onto the ground, “Woah you ok?”

“Yeah, I guess so, thanks.” wait, the voice, Ojiro turns around to see the person he recognizes from the sports festival; Hitoshi Shinso.

“Oh it’s you.” Shinso says as he saw the blonde locks and the familiar tail quirk he possesses. Helping him to his feet, the blonde goes to pick up the wood he placed down, “Doing something for the festival?” Ojiro asked the taller.

“Mhm, haunted house.” he says as he points to the decorations in the boxes near the entrance of the potential haunted house, “And yo-“

“Shinso-San! We need your help with some more decorations!” A girl with blonde hair and two pink bubbles following her yelled out to her classmate, the Violette sighs and looks to the house.

“Ok how about this, you have freetime later?” The taller asked the other quickly.

“Yes? Why you wanna meet up?”

“At my dorm?” Huh, He’s never been to Shinso’s dorm before so why not?

“Oh sure, 1-C heights alliance right?”

“Yeah, see you after 6?”

“Sure thing...” the two nodded before parting ways to get back to their festival activities.

———— 

Around 6, Ojiro was walking up to the door of 1-C and waited for an answer, “Oh it’s you! Need to see Shinso?” It was the same girl from earlier with the two pink bubbles that follow her, “Yeah, you know where his room is?”

“Yes I do! Second floor, last room on the end of the hall-“ she says as she directs him to the elevator, “Thanks ms?”

“Kamusu; Tami Kamusu” she says as she held her hand out, Ojiro shaking said hand, “Ojiro.”

After the brief meet, he finally got to Shinso’s room, knocking softly on it and waiting for a response. The door opened and Shinso quickly brought the other in before shutting the door. "Oh um, hi to you too?" Ojiro was a bit confused by the other's rush to shut the door. "Ah, sorry. Just don't want to really socialize with anyone else who may walk by." Oh, Ojiro nodded before looking around. "Your room is pretty cool." It looked a bit like Tokoyami's room with a bit more formal gothic design, cat stuff, and was that an eraser head figurine?

"Mew." The male froze himself, looking to see a small kitten sitting on the bed. 'Aw, you have a cat?" Shinso gave a nod. "Aizawa's had an accidental litter. He wasn't allowed to keep more than two in his dorm so he passed some around. Her name is Smudge." He gently pet the kitten, earning softer mews and cuter purrs. She was such a sweetie! He didn’t even expect the teen to be into cats, who knew?

“She’s sweet.” Ojiro sat on the bed and the kitten gets onto his lap and tried to climb up, sharp claws!! Ojiro gets her off and places her beside his tail and curls the tail around her like a blanket.

Shinso follows and sat next to the blonde and kitten, “So you wanted to see me, what about?” Ojiro asked softly as he didn’t make eye contact.

“We were just busy I guess, so I thought that we could just get to know one another, besides quirks.“ Shinso mumbles the last part briefly, “Oh? Seems fair.”

“I also wanted to apologize for being too irrational during the Sports Festival. Just wanted to get into the top, not try to offend you or downgrade you, Monkey.” Shinso says as he pets the kitten too, “Ojiro.”

“Hm?”

“Mashirao Ojiro, not monkey.” Ojiro chuckles softly

“Oh, damn it....” Ojiro chuckles some more from Shinso’s nickname for him

“Anyway, What is it that you’re doing with your class?”

“Dance + music concert, I’m one of the dancers.” he says as he shyly rubs the back of his neck, “Dancer huh, you don’t seem that excited though.” Shinso says to Ojiro.

The tail twitched awkwardly as Ojiro tried to think of a response. "Uh.... well... just kind of nervous. I've never really danced in front of people before." He looked down as he spoke before slowly bringing his hands up to press his index fingers together. "Mina is in charge of it; She's really good at breakdancing." Shinso quirked a brow before sitting down with the kitty. "So shouldn't you show yours to your classmates too? Seeing as your going to be dancing anyway maybe get used to people being there."

Yeah, he had a point huh? "Yeah, probably should do that. So hows that haunt-" he was cut off. "Show me." Huh? Ojiro looked up shocked before Shinso realized how demanding he sounded. "Ah, sorry. I'd like to see if you're comfortable." Oh,um, Ojiro blushed.

"Don't tell me you have stage fright." He nodded awkwardly before feeling a hand on his back and on his stomach. "W-What are you," the other smirked. "My dad used to do this when I'd get nervous before performances. It loosened me up and made me feel better about what I was doing." Aizawa may have done it a bit here and there to mess him up on his form. Which worked but he wouldn't stop after the male failed. Lectures were hard to hear when tickled.

"Huh? What do- NAH!" Ojiro's tail stuck straight out as the male covered his mouth, eyes wide. Oh no.

The kitten escapes and goes over to her big ol kitten house as she lets the two interact. This gave Ojiro the chance to fall onto the bed and shove at the hand on his stomach, “Hehehe what’s that for??” Ojiro laughs as he wags his tail.

"Didn't you listen," Shinso chuckled. He gently started to tickle Ojiro's tummy. "Sthahahaop! Thahaht tickles!"

“That’s the point, Dumbo. It’s go get the butterflies out, or am I increasing the butterflies?” Shinso was just straight up in thought.

“Pffff don’t phrase it like thahahahahat!” He was wearing a thin t-shit so this wasn’t helping him be protected. Fingers moved gently over his stomach than dug into his sides. Ojiro looked like a beetle stuck on it's back as he tried to squirm around and free himself. From under his curled legs, his tail was going a mile a minute under him. Has he always wagged his tail when it came to these things? Who knows?

Shinso wanted to take the hand away from Ojiro’s mouth; it was the first step to get him less nervous. Ah the hell with it-

He goes forward and takes the hand from said mouth and there it was; The giggling smile, he’s never got to see Ojiro smile, especially from the Sports festival, "H-Hehehey! Shinso!" Ojrio had one eye open, stuggling, but open. His face was starting to turn pink despite the tickles starting to stop. "How is tickling me going to make me less nervous?"

“Well for starters; you’re showing me you now uncovered smile.” Shinso points out as he ruffles the blonde locks.

....now that Ojiro noticed, he was also showing his blush, huh....

This only caused him to blush more before he curled up some, tail hiding his flustered face. "Stooopppp." Pffff, dork

Shinso chuckles and scoots around to get to Ojiro, continuing to mess with his hair, “Pffff stop that!“ Ojiro says as he reaches for the hands but as his arms were up, the hands went to Ojiro’s underarms and that’s when they clamped down, “PFFFFF SHIHIHIHINSO!!!!!”

The male threw his head back before bucking and squirming about. "Leheheheht ghahahao! Leheheht ghahahao!" He slightly scoots the blonde into his lap, head resting as it looks up to Shinso.

“So how’s it going, Monkey Brains?” Shinso asked as he smirked and saw the boy’s slight eyes opened, Ojiro’s laughter picking up just from the smirk looking down at him.

“HAHA THIS IS TORTURE!!” His Tail says otherwise, wagging like the pup-cat-monkey he was.

"Should I stop, huh?" The other blushed before looking away. He was too emabressed, “Y-Yes-“ What the-

THAT LITTLE SHIT-

HE USED HIS BRAIN WASH ON HIM-

He watched Shinso move and lay down on the bed, his head on his pillows,“Sit up and lay right next to me?” wait what?

Under the quirk, he follows what Shinso said and then felt Shinso spoon in from behind, huh? Then he felt a small flick of the finger at his forehead, snapping him out of it, “Ow, What was that for?” He asked as he rubs the small flicked area Shinso flicked at.

Shinso shrugs and just spoons into him some more, arms around his torso while his chin rested on Ojiro’s shoulder, “.....too shy to ask.....” PFFFF AW SHINSO-

Ojiro blushed before smacking him with his tail. "Ask anyway! I don’t like being a zombie." Shinso chuckled. "Your a cute zombie though." Cheeks were puffed before tail swats ensued. "Ow, hehehe hey! Okay,okay! Ah, in sorry!" Ojiro showed mercy to the other before sighing.

They stood for a moment in time, Ojiro getting a bit more used to the affection he was getting from Shinso, then the Violenette spoke up, “Speaking of zombies, Imma be one in the haunted house.” huh, Ojiro didn’t expect that.

“Wait really?”

“Mhm, covered in rag clothes, blood, Imma look like a freak.” he says as he once again ruffles the addictive blonde locks, they were soft. 

“Pff, more of a dork than a freak...”

“A dork huh? Would a dork do this?”

Shinso leans in and noms along his neck, tail riling up again and squealing madly, “GAAAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

“Would a dork do this?” Shinso asked once again, “YEHEHES THEY WOULD!!” Ojiro laughs as he then felt the noms of said zombie.

“HAHA DON'T EAT ME YOU DOHOHOHORK!!!!” Ojiro laughs

Ojiro continued to attack him with his tail, eventually being released from the other. "Alright, alright. Would you like me to walk you back to your room?" The other hummed before smiling. "May I sleep here?”

.....well then; It was Shinso’s turn to blush.

“You wanna sleep here?” Shinso asked a second time to confirm if he heard right, “You mind?” Ok it wasn’t a dream-

The messy haired teen nods his head and laid back again, “Not at all.”

Ojiro smiles some more and took his phone out his pocket, texting Kaminari that he was gonna hang out with a friend that was in general studies and places the phone over the headboard shelf.

“For once I did a good idea.” Shinso chuckles to himself and passes another blanket to Ojiro to use in case he gets cold some more.

“And all we did was talk to eachother...wanna call a truce?” Ojiro asked as he looks to the other with his natural tired eyes, “Yeah, truce.” Shinso says as he pulls the covers over the both of them.

“Good, Night Shinso.” The tailed teen says as he closes his eyes and nuzzles into the warm dark covers, “NigHT-“ uh, he looks down to the covers and saw the tail at Shinso’s feet.

A small chuckle came from Ojiro and an eye that was still peeled open, “....or maybe we could stay up a bit more....”

Oh boy, time for Ojiro’s vengeance....

[lovecomedy]

Fanfic recommendations nobody asked for

Those are my favorite wincest fic ever, just because. They are all complete. I’ll add the summaries together with my own two cents.

Consider the Hairpin Turn by cherie_morte. 27K Words

AU of 6x22: Sam's wall has shattered and the memories in his mind have splintered. When the Sam who remembers Hell tells him to go find Jess and be happy, Sam knows he can't stay while Dean needs him. But when the Sam from Hell says that Dean is already there looking for him, Sam leaves his memories of the pit behind to find him.

What he finds is a life he doesn't remember: a house that he shares with his brother (and has for years), a law career he thought he'd left behind at Stanford, and a relationship with Dean he never dreamed he could have. Life is almost too good to be true, at least until Sam begins to hear his brother's voice calling to him, begging him to wake up.

This is my favorite fic of all times. It’s beautifuly written. The way that it narrates Sam’s trauma of Hell is what keeps me coming back for more . Honestly it should be published as a book. Don’t worry, it has very happy scenes and there’s a happy ending

Welcome to the Neighborhood by ImogenPortchester. 2K Words

Dean thinks the new neighbors are interesting, but all is not what it seems.

Super short. Super heartbreaking.

Fics by leonidaslion

I mean first off, just read everything written by leonidaslion

Sing Your Hymns Like Angels In Defeat. 32K Words. 

And Lucifer Fell for a second time with the burning brilliance of a star. The Flare shone in his wake, and darkness fell upon the land ...

Dean goes blind, and I love how it describes Dean’s stuggles with it. You feel like you’re blind with him. Really, really, REALLY well written. Should probably also be a book

Fumbling in the Dark: Love Advice For the Romantically Impaired. 72K

True Love really is blind...

It’s basically a character study of every single episode of the first 5 seasons, with a wincest twist. Slow burn. Holy shit, is it a slow burn. 

Just Say My Name. 3K Words

Dean turns into a complete and utter nympho. It takes Sam a while to notice the difference.

Funny, lighthearted and porny

Hush. 2K Words

Motel walls are thin...

Discovery!kink. Sam and Dean try to have quiet sex while John is in the other room. At least, Dean is trying

Sam Winchester and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. 15K Words

Sometimes, you just shouldn't get out of bed in the morning ...

Fics by fleshflutter

Dark Side of the Moon. 20K Words

Cursed!Dean is deaf and blind. Sam deals.

The incestuous courtship of the antichrist's bride. 48K Words

Sam is trying to become the Antichrist in order to save the world. He has a small army of angels and demons, he has an adoring cult, he has a work of prophecy by Jack Kerouac, and he has Dean. Things are going pretty well until he accidentally signs Dean up as his Beloved Consort, a role that requires sex with the Antichrist on an altar. And that's when things stop going pretty well. Also, the soundtrack to the Apocalypse sucks.

I don’t like crack fics, but goddamn this one is FUNNY. You can tell a lot of thought was put into this freaking masterpiece

Captured by the Game by rivkat. 54K Words

AU. Azazel has given his favorite son a task: worm his way into the confidence of a hunter. It sounds simple, but Dean Winchester just might be more than Sam can handle.

It wasn’t real by NaughtyPastryChef. 1K Words

Sam is trying to explain to Dean where he was when Dean was stuck in purgatory. It starts with "I hit a dog" and then, suddenly, inexplicably, they both know exactly where Sam was.

Wonderful explanation for that arc in season 8 nobody can stand. Plus, time travel, which I’m always a sucker for

Backseat of My Brother's 67 Chevy by NaughtyPastryChef. 1K Words

Extended scene from "Baby". Dean's feeling proud of Sam's hookup until he hears that Sam tried to give that waitress his number. Uncharacteristically, he lets Sam force him to talk about it. 

Bury My Old Soul, and Dance on its Grave by  dreamlittleyo. 2K Words

Dean knows how far he can push Sam.

Antichrist!Sam and Consort!Dean. Codependent winchesters. Yeah

Graveside Blues by hunenka. 3K Words

He uses his body like a blanket, like a shield.

I like how protective Sam is of Dean here, and it deals with something I don’t see a lot such as the jealousy he would have of Dean’s bond with Amara

own it by orphan_account. 6K Words

But he's never going to be able to burn the image of Sam cradling one hand around the perfect curve of Dean's face, dropping the other to the cut of Dean's hip (made for fingers and tongues to trail down, to taste), walking Dean backward until Dean is flush against the wall and Sam is flush against him. This is something that can't be denied.

John finds out. Explores the wonderful trope of both Sam and his father being possessive of Dean, and being very antagonistical to each other. Dysfunctional family yay. Also very porny

Fics by astolat

Punxsutawney. 9K Words

* astolat thinks any plot worth doing is worth doing TWICE

This is the Mistery Spot plot, but a little different. Sam AND Dean wake up to the same day over and over again. So they talk.

Kings and Queens and Jokers, Too. 4K Words

"Yeah, you boys nailed that trickster real good," Bobby said, dry as dust.

People are acting weird around the brothers. Can’t really say anything else without spoiling it. Listen just do yourself a favor and read it. 

options. 500 Words

Decisions, decisions. 

Short and funny. Little bit porny

Desired. 2K Words

He hadn't even known about any of this himself until Sam found it, figured it out for him. He hadn't known how it was going to be.

So, smut. They have a better time when Dean is the one who asks for it

Rockabye Sammy... by  AnotherWorld3111. 1K Words

Sam can’t sleep, so Dean tries to help.

Sam keeps hallucinating Lucifer. Dean is worried and protective of him. Porny

We Know Each Other As We Always Were by mickeym. 45K Words

In 1941, while the world is at war, Sam Winchester falls in love with his brother. They're young, they're in love, and in spite of the hardships of life around them, the world is a pretty good one for them. Until Dec. 7th, 1941, when Japan launches an air attack on Pearl Harbor, sending the US to war against Japan. Dean Winchester feels he needs to join the Army; needs to help fight the good fight and help save lives. He promises he'll return, but can he keep that promise?

GAH this is so romantic! It’s an AU, but I feel like they’re very in character. It feels like a novel

For The End of My Broken Heart by Wickedtruth. 59K Words

Dad's disappeared and Sam's left to pick up the pieces of his broken brother. Post Devil's Trap AU.

Very codependent Winchesters. Also John finds out. 

here at the end of all things by  remy (iamremy). 40K Words

AU from Season 12 onwards. The British Men of Letters win in the USA, and slowly manage to establish their bases and authority over the whole country. They also capture Sam Winchester and keep him prisoner for eleven months, experimenting on him regularly before wiping his memories so that he has no idea what has been done to him.

Even after Dean rescues him and they begin planning to get revenge once and for all, the niggling doubt at the back of Sam's head remains -- what did they do to him? Why won't his anxiety get better? And what is it that he's missing?

Ok you got me, this is gen. But the whole fic feels like a (good) Supernatural episode, it’s so realistic and canon-like. The relationship between the brothers is just like the one we see on the show, meaning desperately codependent and wincest in every subtext.

Fics by deadlybride / zmediaoutlet

What I like about @zmediaoutlet is that she takes the time to write everyone in character. It’s always as canonical as possible and it feels real

femme. 4K Words

Rummaging around the internet, Dean finds a kink he hadn't seen before; Sam explains, and demonstrates.

I love feminization, but unfourtunately there’s only one fic that does it right, and it’s this one

gratification. 2K Words

It's not a compulsion. Dean just likes it.

breña. 1K Words

Sam and Dean wait, knowing what's coming.

The night before Sam jumps in the box

not the good things, nor the bad. 20K

Dean wavers in a grey area between being taken and giving in.

Part of it started with the kinks series, but you can read this just fine without the other parts. It deals very beautifully with Dean’s thoughts regarding his bond with Amara and his sexuality

DeMille Has Nothing On Us by  HandsAcrossTheSea. 13K Words

"Hey Dean - wanna film it?"

This is part of the Those Hazy Days I Do Remember series, but you can 100% read it as a stand-alone, no problem. Sam and Dean film each other and this has that season 1 vibe, of just two brothers on the road. It’s slightly OOC, just because of how touchy-feely they are. But that’s something I sometimes wish we could have on the show, anyway

How many floors to realize by Lazy Daze. 26K Words

AU from the end of It’s A Terrible Life, in which Zachariah decides to keep stringing them along a little while longer, because damn if they aren’t somewhat entertaining, right?”

Rabid by i-am-therefore-i-fight 

Beautiful!! I love @i-am-therefore-i-fight‘s take on demon!dean. It’s different to what we’re used to. This fic is very angsty but has a happy ending

Bitten by a True Believer by kermiethefrog. 3K Words

“C’mon, Sammy,” Dean says. Flashes him a wicked grin, charcoal-eyes. The way he spreads out on Sam’s mattress, bare and offering himself up like Holy fucking Communion, drums heat under Sam’s skin, and he’s never sure if it’s arousal or anger when he’s faced with the demon. “Show me a good time, big guy.”

Another demon!dean fic. I like how even as he is a demon, he is still desperate for Sam’s attention

The Time Traveler's Brother by  AmyPond45. 54K Words

Dean's life is turned upside down the night his mother dies. But that's also the night a mysterious grown-up version of Dean's brother first appears in his life. While Dean grows up, "Old Sam" is often there, especially when Dean's father isn't. As Dean learns what the future holds, he begins to question everything his father has taught him about who he is and what he is supposed to become. Can Dean find a way to save his little brother from his own future?

This is based on The Time Traveler’s Wife, which is my favorite book. Don’t worry, you don’t have to have read it to understand this fic

need against need against need by dollylux. 5K Words

Jack spends his first night in the bunker with Sam and Dean. (Jack POV)

Don’t worry, Jack just watches and ponders about the Winchester’ realationship

the centre cannot hold by orphan_account. 6K Words

Sam does not remember; Dean does. All Dean can do is watch, and mourn.

But then Castiel becomes God, and the world starts to break at the edges (and maybe that isn't a bad thing.)

It kinda becomes a character study, while the brothers deal with what happened during the Soulless!Sam period

The Last Temptation by bccalling. 1K Words

When Sam tells Mary about all the things he and Dean get up to in the dark, Mary wants in, and Sam sees his opportunity to make Dean’s every fantasy come true.

Mary shows up. Porny and very sweet

Angels and Demons by  OhWilloTheWisp. 9K Words

AU angels and demons are animals. Sam was not happy when his owner, Ruby, left him boarded at a kennel. He was even less happy when he discovered an angel in the same facility. But his encounter with the angel will end much differently than anyone would have guessed. He may have never expected his mate to be angel, but now that's found him he won't let anyone keep them apart.

Sam and Dean are kinda like animals here but there’s nothing sexual. It’s very sweet and romantic. Anna/Ruby in here as well