#but guys seriously this came up in my feed and i'm just wondering if this is a tweet wrongfully scheduled for now

[serendertothesquad]

*deep inhale that's so deep it hurts my entire nasal cavity*

Okay, so while I wait for a response on Twitter for this, can someone tell me WHY the PBS Kids Twitter decided to airdrop THIS new thing on my feed WITHOUT ANY WARNING???

I'd like y'all to bear in mind, we are still in SEPTEMBER and it's pretty damn rare for them to do promotion for ANY new thing this early. I'm not even sure whether this is a short series or if this is a full-on series that was thrown up into a press release and passed through like a silent fart.

Either way, massive respect. They gamed me.

[newkatzkafe2023]

What If demon Male ( Y/N ) have a personality like fluttershy ( from My little pony ).

Fluttershy love animals but scare of people plus super shy to the other people.

But when they angry is quite surprising cuz it's really rare to happen.

"So how well The Monkey king react"

I love my little pony my childhood!!!🤩🥰🤯

(Lmk Wukong) You were so adorable. He remembered clear as day the first time you guys met. You were red as a cherry Holding A baby bunny in your arms. He quickly realized you were in a threat at all. In fact, he was like What he was seeing and wanted to know what what else you got." Every day he comes to make his move with you. And every day you would squeak and look like a cherry. You were also the kindest person Heck, the kindest demon ever met. You are always worried about him and his injuries taking care of him and making sure He eats and drinks a lot of water and tea. You were also very soft-spoken and always talked to him in a low tone. But you also know when to be firm with him. When he gets to reckless, and that's when he'll listen to you sometimes. But 1 day MK and the rest got into a fight with some D. M star attacking the city again, but well, one of them almost stepped on Moe. The cat iswhen you got involved

and you came and swinging everybody's without there with jaws drop. Well , except for wukong , who had hearts in his eyes and dopey expression on his face He received severe brainstorming a way to repay you for protecting him, his successor and his friends, Although the way he's planning to do it won't be innocent at all. When you finally calmed down and the demons were defeated. You apologize to everyone about your outbursts, but MK and Mei We're astonished and fan girling all over the damn place with how awesome you were and how impressive your strength was. Later that day, I will come whispered something to you and flew off. So flower fruit mountain, what he said, i'm leaving that up to you

(NR Wukong) Oh my gosh, your cuteness is what constantly turns him on. He remembered the first time I met you. You were so gentle with him, and kindness seems to be your biggest quality. And he would find you around taking care of the city's stray animals, whether it'd be wrapping up their wounds or feeding them or sometimes just sitting on the curb and petting them. You are a very gentle soul, but you had the appearance of a gorilla who can snap anyone like a twig. Man, he had to get you before somebody else. Does so he officially asked you out, and that's when your relationship began. And 1 day, a bunch of thug demons were harassing some downtown people. But what pissed you off was the fact that they almost stepped on a rat. While a reckless sweet bothering the children too, that's when you snapped and lost all your reason

Wow, everybody knows you really don't f*** around, do you? Especially with people's lives. And you may have forever captured the heart of a certain monkey King, who is having not so pure thoughts about you and whatever you're doing right now. He wonders if he can get you with that upset with him. You will destroy him like that in bed. When you finally calm down and make sure all of the kids and pets were all right , you went over to apologize to Wukong about ruining your outing together, but it appears. He was way into it more than you thought. And it's beckoning you to follow him home so you guys can work off that excess adrenaline.

(MKR Wukong) You got to be kidding him. The monk has sent him to find the most dangerous creature in this part of the forest And ask him for his aid in the journey. He Did not expect to find a Hulking figure that speaks Like a baby and freaks out at the smallest sounds. And despite your huge figure, you look like you couldn't even squish a bug without running for someone to go kill it for where are you. The monk is really pissing him off now. I mean he does that a lot but this, this is not fair. But Despite Wukong Not taking you seriously at all You are still kind and respectful to him. Always greeting him with a good morning or a how are you Or have a good day even as you pet whatever random forest animal You find or has come to you. I guess your manners won him over a little bit but he still doesn't think too much of you until one day The Monk got kidnapped by some demons again and Wukong Went Save him with you following him pursued as to offer support for Hurt. And hurt the heat was it was That your boyfriend got hurt but Almost named a poor squirrel that Got caught in the cross fire and that's when you snapped

Everybody watched beat the ass of every demon that disrespected you and your friend. After a while, you walked past the dead bodies of the demons who kidnapped the monk and released him. You then reached your bloody hand towards the baby squirrel. That was caught in the crossfire. It was shaking and fear, but since that, you were no threat. You picked it up and whispered towards it as you were finally coming back to your original self. You turn to apologize to the Wukong to apologize for your outburst, but something was different about him. He was blushing. He was drooling a little bit, and there were deep red hearts in his eyes. As he stared at you with a dark expression. You were worried that you may have scared him. But with the way he was purring now. I think you did the exact opposite as he pulled you by your shirt. Your uncontrolled fury had flipped a switch in his brain. And now he wants in on whatever you got.

(HIB Wukong) I feel he'll like your personality. You are a lot more patient than he is, that's for sure. And his Grouch moments don't seem to put you off. If anything, it motivates you to see what would make him feel better about the situations. So I guess he'll appreciate that. They also appreciate how you show Liuer how to be respectful and gentle to animals? And how you care very much for nature as well , and even provide for injured or Sick animals Until one day some stray demands were Hunting for animals and harassing the villagers When one of them almost hurt Silly Girl and a Butterfly That's when you snapped entirely you quickly grab silly girl and put her next to Liuer Before going absolutely insane on those demons.

Everybody's jaw dropped as they watched. You lay ways to all those demons that attacked the children and the animal. You finally calm down the second demons. Decided to run away from you, and you went back to your shy, soft-spoken self. As you apologize to everyone for your outburst. But everybody seemed to be cheering and impressed by your unusual. There was even a little mini party as a thanks for helping. When everybody went home,that's Wukong.Approach you. And then he was making a bunch of very steamy promises as he pulled you towards Cave.

(Netflix Wukong) OMG You guys have the cutest relationship with anybody what he has ever seen. It is so adorable that people wanna throw up and be envious of what you guys have. You guys took forever to give a hug to the other with out Blushing on both ends. Don't even get me started on the First Kiss. It is so painfully cute. Your kindness was a big advantage on winning him over and a listening ear for him when he's having a bad day, and do you appreciate when you offer cuddles to distress. You were always there to offer him comfortand he appreciates that , but one day, you actually got to see the cause of his discomfort. Some demons Invaders were not taking him seriously at all. In fact, they were bullying him. Engranted, he was fighting more, but You yourself can hear his Stone Heart breaking from a bunch of miles from Here. And that's when you lost it

You had no problem striking the fear of God into those demons. I think some of them might be dead. But everybody saw what you can clearly do when provoked and enraged. The demons quickly retreat at knowing better than to try and stay and fight you. And everybody in the village stood there in shock before breaking out into a cheer's, and that's when you snapped out of it and turned back into your shy. Cherry soft spoken self Quickly apologizing for the outbursts to both the villagers. When you got back from the town square, you were ready to apologize to Wukong about your uncontrollable anger. Until he looked at you strangely. There was a blush on his face and hearts in his eyes ,He had never seen you like that before, How savaged how unhinged how, How sexy. He wants a taste of that rage in your body, and he's gonna get it now.

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[tangledinink]

heyyy guys. is this a bad time? srry i know its the autism contest today (go vote for donnie) but uhmmm second chapter of my i'm sorry, teenage mutant what now? fic is out. read it on a03 or below the cut!

[ previous chapter ]

Out of the three of them, Leo was the fastest. Donnie was a close second, and Raph brought up the rear, but none of them were slow by any means. Donnie knew, in the back of his mind, that their Dad was more than capable of some shocking speed when the situation called for it, though he was typically more inclined to amble.

 But goddamn. He always kind of forgot just how fast their dad could move when he heard one of his children scream. 

 They could already hear him opening Mikey's door and demanding to know what happened by the time Leo, Raph and he were even breaking the top of the basement stairs, their hearts thudding in their ears because oh my god. Mikey was either just attacked by one of those shady alley cats that Dad told him not to feed, or he had finally managed to stab himself through the hand with a pencil while trying to do that flip-trick thing he liked to do-- one of the two. 

 "What's going on!?" Leo demanded as the trio skidded to a halt in front of Mikey's door, with Raph crying, "Are you hurt?!" At almost the exact same time, all three of them bunched up around the doorway to see what was going on.

 The good news was there were no maniacal tabbies in sight, nor any writing utensils sticking out of his little brother's palm. A good start. The bad news was the smoldering scrap of paper and wire sitting on his baby brother's burnt desk.

 "I don't know!" Mikey wailed, his eyes wide and beaded with tears. Their father kneeled down next to him, placing a hand over Mikey's trembling shoulder in what was likely an attempt at comfort. "I was just sitting here working on a sketch and my notebook caught on fire!"

 Donnie blinked slowly.

 "It caught on fire?" Leo echoed, his voice cautious.

 "Yeah! It just-- it just went up in flames!" Mikey sobbed. "All-- all of my sketches are ruined...!"

 Raph visibly hesitated, exchanging a look with their father before he spoke, "Uh. Well. The important thing is you weren't hurt--"

 "Your notebook just spontaneously burst into flames? On its own? With no outside intervention?" Donnie deadpanned, his lips pursed. He stumbled slightly when Raph smacked him on the shoulder, glaring at his brother. What!? Like he was the only one thinking it! Come on, were they seriously not wondering the same thing?

 "It did! I swear!" Mikey pressed, tearing up all over again. "I really– I wasn't doing anything--"

 Donnie glanced wildly between his brothers and father, gesturing at the youngest slightly. They didn't seriously – There was no way– 

 "Science doesn't work like that!" He squawked. "You can't have fire without heat and fuel, it's literally basic physics! They're the main ingredients of an exothermic reaction-- does nobody else in this household respect the sanctity of the fire tetrahedron?!"

 "Donatello." 

 "Oh, but when I cause an explosion, it's a problem--"

 "Donatello." His father's voice was a bit harder this time, and immediately effective at stopping Donnie mid-tirade, his frame freezing in place and his lips still curved into a slight scowl. "Why don't you and your brothers go back downstairs? I have this under control." 

 Donnie scowled, his brows bunched together and his lips set in a deep frown, and he really thought about protesting or even refusing for a moment, not wanting to be so easily chased away. But, after a moment longer, he relented, turning to trudge back the way he came with a dramatic huff. "This is so unfair." He muttered as he went, his two brothers right behind him. The three retreated back to the basement, and Donnie's foot had barely even passed the bottom step before Leo turned on his heels to face the other two, giving a wild wave of his hands.

 "What the hell was that?!"

 "Hey," Raph muttered, as if he actually cared about any of his brothers swearing nowadays-- it was just reflex.

 "No, I agree with Leo." Donnie immediately declared, crossing his arms over his chest. "There's no way his notebook actually just burst into flames. I mean, you could maybe convince me that some electrical equipment overheated, but there's no way there would be that dramatic of an effect, and I see no reason why it would center on a notebook of all places, unless Michelangelo was sitting there with a high-powered magnifying glass and directing a sunbeam, in which case he definitely went into my room--"

  "Yeah, what Donnie said. But the, like, the sane bits." Leo interrupted. "I'm pretty sure homework doesn't just set itself on fire."

 "What, you think he's lyin'?" Raph questioned.

 "Well either that or he's finally lost it. Like, this isn't just Mikey weird, this is, like. Weird weird ." Leo insisted.

 "Why would he lie though?" Donnie questioned, a brow quirked. "Surely he's not that desperate to get out of doing schoolwork. He's been doing really well as of late-- And if he needed to destroy evidence, I can think of about thirty-seven other, much more effective methods just off the top of my head that he could have employed. And none of them involve him physically endangering himself nor scaring the absolute living atoms out of the rest of us."

 Raph kept quiet, seeming to consider this for a moment, before his eyes got wide, his face paling a bit.

 "You don't-- you guys don't think he's smokin', do ya?" 

 "What?! No way! Come on, Raph, don't be crazy." Leo scoffed. "First of all-- What, and throw away his whole athletic career? You know how much he loves skateboarding and dancing and 'razzing his tazz' and all that. He's not that stupid. Second of all, there are about eight million other places he could go if he wanted to smoke in secret besides here. Like… literally all of New York City. Or even just, I dunno, the balcony?! Not his own room? I'm pretty sure we would have noticed by now if he was smoking in his room!" 

 "But why else would he be lighting stuff on fire!?" Raph cried.

 "I dunno. Maybe just for fun or something? Donnie lights stuff on fire all the time."

 "HEY!"

 "You do, don't try to deny it."

 "That's DIFFERENT, it's science--"

 "Anyway. What teenage boy doesn't go through a 'lighting stuff on fire' phase? I'm pretty sure I read that in one of Dad's parenting books one time." Leo concludes, planting his hands firmly on his hips as if that were the end of it. Donnie rolled his eyes.

 "You didn't. Raph didn't." He pointed out.

 "Which means, statistically, Mikey definitely has to!" Leo replied.

 "That's not how statistics work--"

 "Bup-bup-bup-bup. Both of you, chill. Look, Dad said he's handling it, so he's handling it! We don't gotta sweat it. Just let them work it out, come on. I bet they'll be done before we finish even one round of Smash Bros."

---

 "Michelangelo."

 Even when he spoke, prodding him gently with his words, working so hard to keep his voice steady and even and calm, his youngest son wouldn't look up at him. Wouldn't meet his eyes. He kept his head down, sniffling weakly and making soft, hiccupy sounds that sank wetly to the floor around them. Yoshi was no stranger to his children's tears, but that didn't mean it ever got easier to hear. It made his chest twist.

 "Mikey." He tried again, idly rubbing the teenager's shoulder. "Tell me again exactly what happened--"

 "I promise I'm not making it up!" Mikey immediately cried, his head bobbing up, the little rainbow beads in his hair clicking softly against one another. "I swear, Dad, it really did just catch on fire! I swear I'm not lying or anything! Why would I-- I-- I mean, my, my sketches, all my homework, my notes, you know I wouldn't--"

 "I know." Yoshi assured quickly. And he did. Michelangelo was certainly no angel, contrary to what his name might suggest, and he was just as capable of getting into trouble as the rest of his boys were. Did he really think Yoshi was dumb enough to not be aware of that tagging thing he was doing with his Posca's? And how many parent-teacher conferences had he been called to over the years? And which one of his sons was the only one who had ever gotten suspended for fighting? 

  But a liar, Michelangelo was not. As much as he tried, he just didn't have it in him-- he always cracked with even the barest amount of pressure, much to his brothers' chagrin. It had taken years off his life when they first moved up here into the city. He had spent weeks and weeks driving their cover story into the four of them and subtly teaching Michelangelo in particular how to divert and distract and dodge. 

 Without meaning to, his eyes flickered down to the small golden bracelet encircling his son's wrist, the tiny orange gem inlaid in it catching the light for a moment. One of a matching set of five-- one of which was on his own arm at this very moment.

 "Remember, my son, what do you do when people start asking too many questions?" 

 "CRY!"

 "That's right! Good boy!"

 (Wait, was it his fault he cried so easily now? He's getting distracted. Focus on the now.)

"I know you're not lying to me, Mikey. You are not a very good liar." He teased, smiling the tiniest bit. He wasn't rewarded with the smile he was hoping for, so he pressed on. "I'm sure that whatever happened, it was an accident... And that there's a reasonable explanation! I'm sure. Perhaps there was just a short circuit somewhere, and a spark caught your paper. I will have your brother look into it. I'm simply glad you weren't hurt." 

 Mikey paused, frowning a bit, his eyes searching and unsure. Yoshi fought to keep his face as calm and reassuring as he possibly could.

 "I'm sure your teacher will understand, I will... write her a note. And, uh... we will get you a new desk..."

 "You believe me?" Mikey said, brows knit together in a crease. "And...you’re not mad? I'm not in trouble?"

 "No, you're not in trouble."

 "But-- My desk is burnt-- I mean, when Donnie--"

 "You're not in trouble," Yoshi repeated. "Just… be careful, my son. I do not want you to get hurt." 

 Mikey stayed quiet for a moment, staring their father down before they finally gave a very slow nod.

 "Okay..."

 "Good boy." He said, offering him a small, albeit forced smile, rubbing his son's shoulder in reassurance one more time before he got back up to his feet (with an exaggerated groan of effort.) "It is late. Go get ready for bed. We'll worry about the desk later."

 Watching his son's muted nod, Yoshi made his exit, closing the door firmly behind him and inhaling deeply--frozen for just a moment now that his son's eyes were not on him.

 Michelangelo was not a liar.

 That was what worried him. 

---

“I’m just saying—“

“Raph.”

“That if you were—“

“Raph.”

“We would help you! We just want you to be safe!”

“Raph! For the last time! I don’t smoke! I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my entire life!”

“I’m saying, I mean, if you DID, I mean, Raph wouldn’t be angry! I just.” 

He sniffled loudly.

“I JUST REALLY CARE ABOUT YOU AND—“

“Okay well, now I am gonna start smoking.”

“NO!!!”

---

Yoshi floated through the next few days, muscle memory, thankfully, filling in for him while his brain was occupied elsewhere. It was a good thing that his family had been to approximately eight-million martial arts tournaments over the past decade, or he may have been in trouble. Luckily, everything was, by now, second nature-- ensuring everything needed was accounted for, getting everyone to the gymnasium on time, signing in to each event and finding a seat... 

 He wanted to be present. He wanted to be aware of what was happening around him, to pay attention to the tournament, but it was a struggle to even keep his eyes open. The act of ‘sleeping’ had recently been superseded by that of ‘pouring over Hamato Clan scrolls,’ searching desperately for some sort of an answer or explanation, or even better, a solution.

 Yoshi had never regretted his choice to turn his back on his ‘destiny’ before. He had never regretted choosing not to finish his training, and failing to unlock his ninpo. What use did he have for such things? And what benefit could he possibly find in throwing his life away for the sake of a 'what if,' a what if that had never come to pass in his clan's history? Perhaps life had not turned out exactly as he had planned, and all his choices as a young adult had not exactly been the wisest, but... 

 This choice? No. He had never regretted it.

 Until now.

 Now, his bones ached with remorse. Perhaps if he had learned it himself, he would be more useful now in ensuring his son's safety. He had lit his notebook on fire for god's sake-- What if he had hurt himself? What if the fire had spread?! And how was he supposed to keep his children safe when this power wasn't something that he understood, nor something that they were even aware of themselves?

 He grumbled softly to himself, squinting a bit and hunching over in his seat on the bleachers. Uncomfortable-- these always hurt his back. Thinking about this, it hurt his head. For the thousandth time in his life, he wondered if he was making the right choice as a parent. As a person. He didn't want to deceive his sons. It was never his intention-- It wasn't his plan-- But--

  "Yoshi."

 Yoshi Hamato started slightly in response to his own name, momentarily distracted from the rather consuming task of pushing two small children on swings in tandem. He had tried to negotiate taking turns, but Raph and Mikey had insisted they wanted to swing together...

 He grit his teeth a bit at being interrupted in the middle of an outing with his children by what was, he assumed, a fan or reporter, but when he turned to face the voice, he froze in place. Ice climbed up his throat and lodged itself there.

 "... Hinata."

 They looked different from the last time he saw them-- older, certainly-- but he still recognized the face of his cousin right away. Not dragging his eyes away from the other, he slowed the two children's swings to a stop, leaning down to speak to them.

 "Why don't you boys go and play with your brothers in the sandbox for a little bit? My arms need a break, and then we can swing some more."

 "I don't wanna play in the sandbox!" Mikey immediately protested, his eyes wide. 

 "Mikey--"

 "Come on, Mikey. It'll be fun." Raph interrupted, taking his little brother's hand in his own. "I'll let ya bury me!" 

 The four-year-old immediately lit up at that, wasting no time at all in throwing himself off the swing and sprinting in the direction of the sandbox, where Donnie and Leo were already gathered. Raph followed after, but not after just a moment of hesitation, glancing at their father for just a second before running off.

 As helpful as his eldest’s reaction was, it made Yoshi’s heart twist to think on it too hard. He wasn’t the eldest by much. He was still a child as well. 

 This was why they had moved to the surface. This was why Yoshi had chosen to risk exactly this scenario. But he had still hoped it would not happen. And he did not think it would happen this quickly.

 Rising up to his full height once more, he narrowed his eyes at his cousin, resisting the urge to cross his arms over his chest or plant his hands on his hips. He was not a teenager anymore.

 "Why are you here, Hinata." He slipped easily into his native tongue, knowing that Hinata would do the same. He would never forget the language he spent the first eighteen years of his life speaking, but now, after all this time, he would admit, Japanese almost felt foreign in his mouth.

 "Yoshi! It is so good to see you again-- After all this time, we all thought-- I mean--"

 "We both know perfectly well you are not here for pleasantries, Hinata." He snapped, his temper flaring for a moment, getting the better of him. "You did not travel all the way to New York to say ‘hello’. Why did you come?"

 "... We heard in the news, that you have children. What a surprise for all of us, after how adamant you were growing up...!"

"And what business is that of yours?"

 "Yoshi," Hinata said, a sigh weighing down their voice. "I know that you never completed your training, but--"

 "And they will never start."

 "Yoshi, please, be reasonable."

 "I am being reasonable!"

 "You are the last direct descendant of the Hamato Clan, Yoshi! You, and now them! We have a duty! A responsibility to the world!"

 "Them!?" Yoshi hissed, gesturing violently to the sandbox across the playground, where his three children excitedly worked to try to bury their older brother. He struggled to keep his voice down. " They have a responsibility to the world?! A duty to fulfill?! They are children!"

 "You think I am not fully aware that it is a great burden to bare!? Do you think the rest of us have reveled in it?!" Hinata spat. "Just because a task is difficult does not mean you can abandon it, Yoshi!"

 "Why!? What is stopping us!?" Yoshi threw up his arms. "If you are content wasting your life preparing for the return of a scary story, be my guest! But you will not drag my children into it. I will not send them away to be raised without a parent. I will not sacrifice them for some supposed greater good. And I will not be convinced otherwise." He hissed, each word burning his lips from how cold they came out-- a surprise each time. 

"Yoshi. Please. We are your family. We cannot do this without you."

"Listen to me carefully, Hinata," Yoshi said, his eyes narrowed into slits. "The Hamato Clan will have no part in my sons' lives. They will not train them. They will not speak to them. They will not attempt to make any form of contact with them. And if any of you do, then you will be hearing from my lawyers. None of you will touch a single hair on their heads."

 He leaned in a bit closer. 

 "And if anyone attempts to, then I will break all of the fingers on their hands, and worry about the lawyers later. Do you understand?"

 Hinata kept quiet for a moment, their eyes searching the other, as though they were trying to decide whether or not their cousin was serious. Eventually, their shoulders slumped. 

 "... Your grandpa missed you, Yoshi."

 "Stop."

 "He was devastated when we heard you had gone missing."

 "Hinata."

 "Until his dying breath--"

 Every muscle in Yoshi's body jerked and tensed, coiled tight and hot. His lips curled into a snarl, and he clenched his hands into fists.

He walked away. Hinata did not follow him.

He sat with his children in the sandbox until he was sure Hinata was gone. He pushed Raph and Mikey on the swings for five minutes longer, as he had promised, and then he let Leo and Donnie have a turn, to be fair.

 Raph asked him who the person from before was. Yoshi told him it was an old friend. Mikey asked him if he was sad because he seemed sad. Yoshi smiled and said that Mikey should not worry about it, and he was fine. They did not ask any further questions, and Yoshi was relieved.

 He brought his sons home, parked them in front of the television, and locked himself in his room to weep as softly as he could.   

 He laid in bed and he wept until his eyes were swollen and his head ached. He felt stupid for being so upset. Hadn’t he renounced the Hamato Clan ages ago? Nothing had changed— He always knew that this would be his response if his family sought him out again. Hadn’t he known that his Jiji was surely gone by now, given the time that had passed? But still, it was different for it to be confirmed. It was different for everything to be spoken out loud and real and definite and unable to be taken back.

 The term ‘uncontrollable sobbing’ had never really meant anything to him before. He had cried before, sure, but this was different. He hadn’t thought it could be so literal. This was horrendous.

 When he finally ran out of tears, he curled up on his side, hidden beneath sheets and blankets, feeling rather pitiful and unsure of what to do with himself. His chest was all hollow and empty now, like something had been carved out of him. And all that was left was this deep, terrible frustration.

 The world felt so hideously unfair in this moment. He thought of every other human on the planet who didn’t have the same problems as him, who had families without destinies or sacrifices, and he resented each and every one of them. He thought, “How could they do this to me?” He thought about his mother, and his jaw set. He thought about the hours of training he had endured as a child, and his face flushed with anger, heady and dark. He thought of Hinata, who he had grown up alongside, played with, shared secrets with, and he wished they were here— or anyone, truly anyone in the world was here in their place— so he could kick their teeth out of their skull and stomp on their throats. 

 How dare they try to take his children from him? 

 Seething, lit up red in every part of his soul, simmering like oil, he slowly sat up, inhaling long and slow before letting it out again. No. The Hamato Clan and their traditions would never touch his children. They would not so much as graze the silhouettes of their lives. His children would never be kept awake at night learning lore and stories from fabricated scrolls. They would never be informed of their purpose in life, nor told that they had no say in it. They would never be taught to fight, never endure hours of martial arts lessons, never cry or beg for their training to finally be finished for the day— 

For the second time that day, a sudden noise startled Yoshi from his thoughts, and his head bobbed about at the low thud and scrabble from the living room.

 Ah. Mmm… Yes. Of course. His beloved and innocent sons. One of his eyes twitched a bit, and he debated his next action for a moment. He didn’t especially want to interact with any of his children given his current… whole emotional situation, but, after a bit of hemming and hawwing, relented that he probably should go and check that no one was injured. Grumbling a bit to himself, he dragged himself to his feet, shuffling down the hall to peer around the corner and into the living room.

“Give up now! You’re no match for me and my super rad skills!” Leo shrieked from in front of the TV, his mouth set in a mischievous grin. 

“Oh yeah?” Raph echoed his younger brother’s smile before leaping at his brother. “Watch this! POMPADOUR PUNCH!”

Yoshi noted dimly that whatever cartoons he had left them with had long been exchanged for one of his many films, which was now flickering across the screen. Donatello’s doing, he assumed. 

“Mikey! Cover me! We gotta get to higher ground!” Leo yelped through laughter, throwing himself at the couch and attempting to climb up the back of it. Michelangelo, as instructed, koala-hugged his oldest brother’s legs in an attempt to slow him down. 

“Donnie! Raph’s been got! You gotta stop Leo!” Raph barked, very obviously trying to rope the purple one into the shenanigans and include him in the fun. 

 Donnie gave a determined chirp and a nod in reply, his expression turning very serious in such a way that Yoshi had to smile a tiny bit. 

 “HA! I’d like to see you try! No one can stop a NINJA!” Leo crowed, striking a pose to mirror Yoshi’s own younger self on the television. It certainly wasn’t CORRECT, but… It wasn’t bad, either. His boys were still young, but Yoshi had, admittedly, taught them some of the basics of stances and things of the like when he needed something to keep them busy in the sewers… He was a bit surprised that his children had retained any of those lessons, but it was evident in how they held themselves that they did. 

 And… letting them watch Kung-Fu movies probably had an influence as well, admittedly.

 Sighing softly, Yoshi leaned against the wall, resting his cheek against the cool drywall. He thought, absently, of how he and his cousins would play this way when they were small and met at family gatherings, and his shoulders slumped slightly, the tight muscles unwinding. He thought of how they would train together, coaching one another through difficult stances or sequences and celebrating when they finally got it down, and the heat in his cheeks slowly tempered and faded. He thought of the pride he wore so brazenly as a child— proud of his destiny, proud of his heritage, proud of the abilities he had built for himself. Proud to be a Hamato. He silently wiped at his face, brushing some of his hair from his face. He had thought he had run out of tears, but perhaps he hadn’t.

 The frustration and anger were gone now. The hollow was simply hollow now— empty and worn. Yes, something had been carved out. He recognized the grief. And he was still completely sure of himself when he said that the Hamato Clan would never touch his children.

 … But he supposed that, perhaps, he didn’t have to abandon every part of his past.

 It might be okay if they dipped their toes into some of the traditions. Perhaps they could still be Hamatos on their own.

“Point!”

 Had he fallen asleep for a moment there?… Yoshi cursed himself internally when he realized that he had missed the entire match in favor of old memories. His eyes refocused on the scene before him— his son standing over a somewhat shaken-looking opponent on the mat, the referee gesturing to Donatello in victory.

 He was too busy lost in his thoughts to pay attention. He wrinkled his nose a bit, but he could see Donnie’s head turn, glancing to the stands to search for him in the crowd. As soon as he was able to catch his eyes, Yoshi offered a small smile and an appraising nod, which earned him a barely-contained beam in response.

 As soon as the eyes had been removed from him, Yoshi let out a breath, slumping against the wall. A close one… Now was not the time to be worrying about such things. Given the family’s hectic schedule, Yoshi was not able to be present for nearly every competition his sons participated in… He owed it to them, at least, to be present when he did. 

 Though, truth be told, he doubted he had missed too much. He had known before the match had even started that Donatello would win. At an event this size, there would be very few other competitors who would pose any real challenge to any of his boys.

 They were quite good. After all, he was the one who had taught them to fight in the first place.

---

Donnie caught sight of their father in the doorway just a moment later, pausing in his climb up the back of the couch to try to tackle his twin brother. The other three caught on quickly, glancing back around at Yoshi with wide eyes. The transition to the surface had been an adjustment for all of them, and they still sometimes had a bit of trouble remembering what was OK for the sewers VS OK for polite society— But generally speaking, their Dad didn’t always appreciate roughhousing and shouting, nor climbing on top of furniture.

 Yoshi gave a soft exhale of laughter through his nose, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He was sure that, eventually, they would all figure out that freezing upon eye contact would immediately clue him in that they knew they were breaking the rules, but… not yet.

 Not yet.

“You changed the movie.” He remarked, wandering into the living room to join them.

“We wanted to be ninjas.” Mikey volunteered from the floor, his little head popping up from behind the cushions. “Like you, Daddy!"

Of course. Ninjas like him.

 He bit the insides of his cheeks. That? Maybe not… today. But…

 “ … How would you boys like to learn to talk like ninjas do?"

[ next chapter ]

[boolittlebean]

POSER | blue lock v! x gn! reader

chapter 3: monster

Another chaired screeched across from you as the boy who had spoken sat down. You broke your intense focus for a moment before you were practically blinded by the bright colored hair than invaded your sight. 

        Purple, you stared, his hair is purple. Noticing your gaze, the boy grinned, and you noticed an inquisitive glint in his eyes. "Who's this, Nagi? Y'know 'im?" The boy--who you dubbed as 'Purple'--shifted his attention to the boy sitting beside you. You followed his gaze, being blinded again by the white mop of hair that was laying on the table. The boy in question shuffled a bit before lifting his head up to answer Purple. 

        "No, don't know 'im, just thought he seemed pretty chill. I want to eat in peace, not with a bunch of rowdy players."  The boy, who was now dubbed (you guessed it) White (even though you knew his name), responded before shifting his head towards you. Brown eyes stared at you, and you got the same shivering feeling you had when the boy sitting on the ground stared at you from across the room during the beginning of Blue Lock. 

        You wondered why the stare felt so familiar, before almost face-palming when you realized that they're the same guy. You blankly sat in your seat, your eyes zoning out as you subconsciously lifted your food to your mouth. Why would he choose to sit with me when there is literally an empty table right next to the one I'm sitting at? What a drag. You watched as Purple proceeded to banter with White about not eating his food, and White simply whined at Purple before plopping his head face first onto the table. You couldn't help but chuckle, and both boys' heads turned to you immediately.

        The white-haired boy stared at your food as his cheek rested on the table before making eye contact with you. He seemed to be debating about asking you something, and you heard Purple sigh from across the table.

        "Nagi, please don't--"

        "Hey, can I have some of your food?"

        After hearing his words, your eye twitched. He seriously took that long to ask me a question about my food? Besides, why can't he eat his own food? You observed his food tray before you were struck by lightning. His food is literally the same as mine. Why the heck would he want my food? You could feel the same unnerving stare drilling into the side of your head while Nagi awaited your answer, and you swear he scooted his chair closer to yours. Sweat began to drip down the side of your head as you contemplated your decision. 

        Sighing, you finally gave in to his stare, and turned to face him. "Okay, but only some--I'm still really hungry." Immediately after hearing your words, the boy brightened up and turned to look at his friend. 

        "Did you hear that, Reo? He said yes." Nagi blankly stated, but for some reason you could see an imaginary tail wagging in excitement. Purple, who was apparently Reo, looked at you apologetically. You simply grinned at him, and he blinked in surprise, the tips of his ears dusting red. You were about to greet him (because you hadn't while you were angry that people had disturbed you and your food) before Nagi's voice spoke up.

        "Hey," he tapped your hand with his pointer finger, "feed me." You blanked out. 

        "Nagi!" 

        "Oh, boo, Reo, he hasn't said no yet."

...

            After you malfunctioned during lunch, Aryu came to your rescue, mentioning something about hair care before dragging you off to your shared room. You thanked him as he dragged you out of the room, holding your wrist.

        He turned to you before flipping his hair behind himself, "You're welcome." He hummed, and you deadpanned.

        For some reason, the walk back to your room seemed like it took forever. 

        "Y'know, you weren't looking very stylish earlier~" Aryu teased, and you groaned.

        "Thanks." You sarcastically quipped back as you both entered your room, and he snorted at your attitude before leaving to his sleeping bag. There wasn't much to do for the afternoon, so you proceeded to converse with Tokimitsu about different football plays. 

        "[name]-[name], have you ever done a bicycle kick during a match to score a point?" You hummed. You had heard of it before--it seemed easy enough.

        "Nah, but I bet I could. Have you?" You watched as the boy began shining like the sun, going on a rant about his football experiences on his high school team. An annoyed huff came from the sleeping bag next to yours, and you watched as Rin stood up and walked out the door, not sparing you a glance. You wondered where he was going. Nodding to yourself, you decided the next time he got up to leave, you'd go with him. 

...

        After spending a couple more hours attempting to entertain yourself by exploring Blue Lock (you got lost), you finally arrived back at your room, entering it again. Your friends and the other boys greeted you; Rin merely spared you a glance before going back to whatever he was doing. You groaned before deciding, I'm just going to go train. Yes, you were spontaneous like that.

...

       The moment you stepped through the door to the training room, you were greeted with the words, "Because inside me, there is a monster lurking."

        Yeah, no. You immediately did a 180, about to leave the room when a voice called out, "Hey, wait!"

        (Curse your spontaneous decision-making brain.)

        You did another 180, raising a brow at the blue-eyed boy who had just called out to you. The boy hesitated for a moment before stating, "We don't have to use the whole field, so you can practice if you want." Next to him, the monster boy hummed, his yellow highlights swaying as he tilted his head at you. 

        "Hey, Isagi, why don't we ask him to play with us~?" He hummed, and Isagi glanced at you. You simply shrugged your shoulders before approaching them. Once you got closer, both boys' eyes shifted to the number tag on your sleeve.

        "Eh, wait, you're ranked the same as--" Isagi exclaimed, before letting out an 'oof' when the other boy slung an arm around his shoulders. Bachira only grinned at Isagi, and the bumblebee boy chuckled knowingly. You wondered what he thought was so funny. 

        "Nice to meet 'cha! I'm Bachira Meguru, and this is Isagi Yoichi." You smiled at them in return before you introduced yourself.

        "Kankucho [best friend]." 

        Both boys grinned at you before Bachira grinned. "Kankucho, let's play a 1v1 match. Isagi, you can ref." Isagi simply nodded before stepping back. I guess I really don't have a choice, you concluded as you stared at Bachira's grin. He stood in position, and Isagi called for the 1v1 to start. 

        Bachira kicked the ball forward, and you were suprised by how quickly he dribbled around you. Quickly, you caught up to him, and he smiled at you. "You're pretty fast!"

        You faced him and watched as he used another one of his dribbling techniques, but instead of being surprised, you grinned, your eyes squinting as you read his movements. The moment he moved his right foot forward, you slid your left foot towards the ball, and skillfully maneuvered it between his legs before you sprinted down the field as fast you could. You were already a few paces ahead of the boy and once you had arrived at the goal, you kicked the ball towards it, scoring. 

        Turning around, you grinned at the panting Bachira and wide-eyed Isagi before sighing to yourself. Now I want to sleep. You were broken out of your stupor when Bachira practically tackled you. You planted your feet in the ground, somehow managing to stop yourself and the small boy from falling to the ground. Isagi jogged up to you, grinning, "That was pretty good, Kankucho." 

        "Thanks." You hummed before ruffling Bachira's hair. You turned towards the door, tilting your head back to smile at both of them. "Let's play again soon. I can't wait to see how you both become stronger." 

        It wasn't an if statement, both boys realized as they watched your back disappear behind the closed door. You were confident you would see them again, and they weren't about to let you down.

...

        The next morning, you woke up to Ego's drawling voice. "Are you enjoying your life at Blue Lock?" You stood up, moving to stand next Rin as you watch the big screen display Ego's obnoxious haircut once again. The man continued. "Let's talk about Blue Lock now. The facility is arranged into five different strata. We have twenty-five teams, ranging from B to Z." You zoned out as Ego announced how many players were left in Blue Lock. You observed your number but saw that it hadn't changed. You glanced at Rin's tag and sighed internally. Of course, he's ranked the highest out of our team.

        You zoned back in when Ego announced, "Let the first selection begin."

[all rights reserved to boolittlebean/theultimatebean]

[bodrewritten]

Daughter of Discord Rewritten Chapter 1: Big News

The best part about waking up each morning was seeing her sleeping beside him. He stared lovingly at her tiny figure breathing delicately. He reached out his eagle claw to stroke her silky pink mane.

Had they really been married for four years already? It was hard enough for him to believe that they had gotten married in the first place, that after eons of loneliness, he had fallen in love with the most beautiful mare in the world, and she returned his love. Seeing her each morning reminded him that he had not dreamt it.

She stirred in her sleep and slowly rolled over to face him. Her adorable teal eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning," he whispered.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Good morning. What time is it?"

He checked the wiggly-handed clock on the wall. "Oh, about a quarter past nine."

"Oh, I should go feed the animals."

She flipped onto her back and attempted to rise, but he stopped her by pulling her closer to his body.

"I'm sure they can wait," he said lowly.

"Discord…"

"Alright, if you insist." He snapped his fingers. "Done! Now you have plenty of time!"

He tightened his grip on her. She shook her head.

"Discord, I'm going to have to get up eventually. I have to meet the girls at the spa this afternoon."

"Yes, but in the meantime…"

"Do we have to go through this every morning?"

"Can I help it if I want to spend as much time with you as possible? Can I help it if I love you?"

"No, I suppose not."

"Besides, you were rather sleepy last night. You deserve a break."

She sighed in defeat. "Alright, but just a little longer."

As he kissed his beloved wife, Discord concluded that life could not get better than this.

10:30pm

"So how's the married life, Fluttershy?" Rarity asked as the spa ladies placed two ice cold cucumbers over her eyes.

Pinkie Pie let out a cheerful cry as she did a cannonball into the herbal bath, landing in between Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, but as they flinched, bracing for the impact of cold water, nothing came. Her splash was merely a droplet.

"Yeah!" the pink pony chimed, popping up from the water. "What's it like being the Lord of Chaos' wife?"

The yellow pegasus blushed. "It's wonderful. Things have been going great between us."

"So the romance hasn't faded yet?" Rainbow inquired.

"Oh, not at all! Discord makes every day memorable. Last night, he took me to see some fireflies. Oh, it was magnificent!"

"Aw, that's so sweet!" Pinkie Pie swooned.

"But seriously, you guys don't get bored of married life?" Rainbow pressed on.

"Rainbow, you're married to rarity and Applejack. You're a wonderbolt. You have ADHD. Everything gets boring to you!" Twilight laughed while getting a hooficure.

Rainbow Dash shrugged and giggled. "Ya got me there!"

"and let me tell ya, a moment's peace is worth a million bits with a three-year-old filly runnin amok."

Rarity and Rainbow nuzzled her from both sides. "Darling, I wouldn't want it any other way!"

Twilight blinked nonchalantly and said "I don't think I'll ever really find some pony to settle down with."

"somepony will come along!" Pinkie cried.

Twilight kept reading as she snickered, "I'd hope not. I don't really like that sort of thing." She went back to reading her story, War of the Worlds.

"my question is, what's going on with spike?" Fluttershy questioned. Twilight finally looked up from her book.

"The little guy's getting older," she said, as her hooves are being polished. "I'm pony terms, I'd say he's about 10 now, not a baby."

"And he's not getting the greeds?" Rarity questioned, her face mushed around by a cold gua sha.

"not to my knowledge, he's been extra careful about that. Besides, he loves giving gifts and whatnot. I wonder who taught him that..." Twilight smirked as she leaned towards a beaming Rarity.

Suddenly, Fluttershy grew very hungry. "Hey girls, can we get some lunch after this?"

Everyone agreed and as soon as their treatment was finished, the six friends went to the café. After the waiter had brought their food, Fluttershy made a surprising request:

"Do you have any pickles?"

He raised an eyebrow. She had ordered a plate of peaches and dairy-free cream and a glass of grapefruit juice.

"We do, madam," he said, "but won't pickles ruin the dish?"

"wait, like-fried pickles?" Pinkie asked, gasping with excitement. "Bring some for me too!"

The waiter shrugged, smiled, and returned a few minutes later with a full pickle, and some fried. Fluttershy snacked on the pickle with the meal, as her friends looked at her bewildered.

"Uh, Fluttershy?" Rainbow Dash said.

"Fluttershy, are you okay?" Twilight inquired.

"I don't know, it just works. It's a good combo if you think about it..." Fluttershy explained.

"But all at once?" Pinkie Pie asked. "It's too early to get our food freak on!"

"I'm telling you, that's what I'm hungry for."

Pinkie slapped a hoof to her forehead. "What WAS I thinking? It's never too early! Hey waiter, can I get some spaghetti, caramel, hot sauce, and catfish?"

Their friends cringed as they began to scarf down these strange combinations.

"Fluttershy!" Rarity exclaimed. "Table manners, please!"

The yellow pegasus shook her head, shocked at how she was behaving. Then she wiped her mouth with a blush.

"I'm sorry, girls. I don't know what came over me. I've been feeling strange today."

"No kidding," Rainbow said, staring at what was left of her recipe.

"So other than your peculiar appetite," Twilight said, "how else have you been feeling strange?"

"Well," Fluttershy pondered. "When I got out of bed this morning, I had a terrible cramp and I almost fainted on my way over here."

"Have you been sleeping alright?"

"Yes. Actually, more than usual." She yawned. "For instance…"

"Fluttershy, wake up!"

Her eyes snapped open. "Huh?"

The cowgirl began wiping her face again. "You sure you've been sleeping enough?"

"More than enough. I fell asleep at six last night and woke up at nine this morning."

"Maybe you're overworked?"

"I don't see how. Discord's been feeding the animals every morning for five days straight. I'm anything but overworked."

Rarity suddenly put both hooves to her mouth in astonishment. Her eyes were huge as she asked Fluttershy slowly.

"have you... dreamt of fish in the last few days?"

Fluttershy tilted her head to the side before answering with a befuddled yes.

Rarity exploded in a fit of giggles and exclamations, how proud she was and how fun this will be.

"Maybe we should take you to the doctor," Twilight suggested, confused at Rarity's reaction. "We should see what this is all about.

Rarity spoke with not a hint of uncertainty:

"I know, without a shadow of a doubt, exactly what is happening!"

Discord sat vacant in the living room, pony-watching through the windows of his "creativity studio." There, he did whatever he wanted, without rule or regulations. It was an affront to all forms of science. He created a castle around himself, brutalist and imposing. From his throne, he watched as a stumpy stallion walked through the gates, past his guards, and towards his feet. The gates flung open again to reveal Fluttershy, his queen, before she was sat by his side.

"Discord, I have exciting…" Fluttershy trailed off when she saw the artificial visitor. "Oh, I did not know you had business. I suppose it can wait…"

"Nonsense!" the draconequus said, waving his paw. "Come here, sir."

Discord ran his finger under her chin. "I'll be with you in a moment." He turned back to the stallion. "So let me get this straight. Your village was attacked by parasprites."

"Yes," the stallion nodded.

"So what do you want me to do about it?"

"Discord," Fluttershy warned.

"It's a simple question," her husband said innocently

"All our crops were devoured," the stallion explained, "and we have no food to last the winter! Seeds yes, but they won't grow in time..."

Discord hummed. "It is no concern of mine whether or not your family has... What was it again?"

"uh... Food?"

"HA! You should've thought of that before you became a peasant!"

Fluttershy crossed her hooves. "Discord!"

His face became silly as he gave the fake pony a pretend Barrel of artificial food."

"Yeah, yeah. You can send me a gift basket if you want."

Once the door was shut, the draconequus snaked his arm around his wife.

"y'know, ever since I've met you, I don't like playing dictator. Not that you've ruined it, but rather I don't want to be cruel anymore."

He pressed his lips against hers before she could say anything. She took a moment to kiss him back and was wrapped up in the moment.

"I hope you didn't miss me too much while I was away."

"I counted every second until you came home..."

The couple kissed once more before Fluttershy remembered what she needed to tell him. She pulled away begrudgingly.

"Actually, honey, there's something I need to talk to you about."

He chuckled. "Why would you want to talk when there are so many more interesting things we could do?"

"It's important!"

He sat down next to her. "Oh, alright. What is it you want to talk about, my angel?"

She laid her hoof on her tummy. "See, I went to the doctor's today…"

Discord gasped. "The doctor's?!" He touched her forehead. "Are you ill?! Is it serious?! How many months do you have left to live?!"

She laughed. "Discord, I'm not…"

"Oh, the most epic and lamentable tragedy! What worth is surviving every day without the light of my life!"

"But I'm not…"

"So what is it? Prion disease? Lynks disease? Tuberculosis? ZOMBIE INFECTION?"

"Pregnancy."

"Oh my gosh, it's worse than I thought!" He paused. "Wait-Run that by me again?"

She shook her head and then looked up at him with a bright smile.

"I'm having a baby."

Discord blinked. "What?"

"I'm already two months along."

"B-but…you…me…us…baby?"

She nodded. "You're going to be a father."

He stared at her for a moment and then scooped her in his arms.

"Oh, honey, this is wonderful!"

Fluttershy laughed. "I knew you'd be excited!"

"Excited? I'm thrilled! I was beginning to think it would be biologically impossible for us to have a baby! But then again, with love, anything's possible!"

As he hugged her, a strange thought occurred to him.

"What's it going to look like?"

Fluttershy shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"But…what if it looks like…me?"

"I don't care. I'll love our baby no matter what it looks like, and you will too!"

He smiled brighter than ten thousand suns as she embraced him again. She's right, he thought. Though he loves this foal, as does she, the world might be more complicated for them...

[captainsophiestark]

Hey guys! So I haven't been on Tumblr like, at all for the past few weeks because of this ask I got:

I'm not gonna lie, I've been pretty much furious since I first read it, and so I decided to take a break from the internet while I worked through my feelings and decided how I wanted to respond to this. If you're reading this at all, please do me a favor and read all the way through this post. It's a little long, but it's also very very very important.

First of all, let's get one thing straight: I will NEVER consider using AI to write my stories or otherwise for about a thousand reasons, two of the big ones being respect for myself and my fellow creators, AND the fact that it "learns" to write stories and spits out responses based off of plagiarized work. Like mine, which was taken and fed into chatgpt without my consent. Using programs like this is not even remotely harmless, and I will never be one of the people putting shit into programs like chatgpt.

Additionally, this is illegal. Beyond the fact that it's ridiculously disrespectful of creators, under US copyright law, the elements of my writing that I created, including characters and scenarios, are my intellectual property. Taking my work and feeding it to the AI without my permission (and no one will EVER have my permission) is a violation of the law and also goes against Tumblr's terms of service.

If you are continuing to use, support, or otherwise feed the AI, seriously educate yourself and stop, or never fucking come near me again.

Right here is a link to a post that includes a legal disclaimer that I'll be putting with all my fics now making people aware that putting my work and my writing into AI programs is not only not okay, it is also illegal. I'm sharing it like this for anyone else who wants to use it too, to educate themselves on the law or otherwise. It's written by a legit lawyer and the sources are cited, so it's not just me screaming into the void.

I've been going back and forth for a while now on what the hell to do about this ask I got, because I absolutely love writing fic and sharing it with all of you. And it doesn't feel right to me that so many of my wonderful readers who have supported me for so long have to deal with the consequences of a few assholes. But I want to write professionally some day, and I am not okay with my voice, style, and words being fed into some machine to be plagiarized by both the people stealing my work and the people running and making money off of programs like chatgpt.

I debated for a while about taking down all my writing and just calling it a day, because as long as it's up I know that it's possible, despite my best efforts to protect my work, that people will still rip it off. However, I truly love writing fic and writing in general, and a big part of that has come from the incredible interactions that I've been able to have with people on here. There's something special about the feeling of sharing a story, and I will not let a minority of assholes ruin that for me or the people who choose to read my work and be good humans about it.

That said, I am going to take a little break from writing. I have no idea how short or long it might be, but right now I'm a little over it all, so I'm going to take a step back from requests and oneshots and everything else for right now. This is hitting in the middle of the Year of Themed Creation and it also came right before an event called Daniel Sousa Appreciation Week, so if you had requests or expectations for those events, I'm sorry. I hope you guys can understand where I'm coming from, and thank you for supporting me as much as you have.

I still plan to be online (I love Tumblr and fully believe it's the only useable social media), I just won't be posting my writing. Hopefully, it'll free up some time for me to do some reading and commenting instead, so I can support my fellow creators!

Tl;dr and a final ask for anyone who read all this: please, please, PLEASE don't feed the AI. Respect your content creators and recognize just how much of what the AI spits out is ripped off of the thoughts, ideas, and words of someone else, often without their permission. Fight for art and the people who make it.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Nice to know that Chiaki came in naked!

We-Well, I'm just happy that Chiaki is going to be awake up; anyway, let's wait and see what happens, hm?

Annnd done, okay got her AI in! Now say hello to Chiaki! *Nagi pulls out the cord and steps back*

...

...Chiaki? Are... are you there?

*Chiaki was silent for a moment...*

Is it... working? Is she in there?

...

zzz...

Is...Is she asleep?

I think she is...

*walks over and shakes her shoulder* Chiaki, it's time to wake up now; say hello to your new body.

Hu-Huh...? Oh, I got my body now...

yaaaaawn, mornin'...

Ch-Chiaki, you got a new body! *rushes over as does the others*

Oh... seems everyone is here, hello.

Chiaki, we are so happy to see you up and about, this is wonderful!

'Yaaaay, Chiaki's got a body! that's awesome!'

Yeah, good to see you up now.

Seriously, thought we lost you for a second but look at that; you finally got a body to call your own, ain't that great?

But uh... don't her boobs seem smaller? Hey uh, robot guy - what happen to her boobs?

Yeah I was wonderin' that as well, what happen there? Have you never seen boobs before...?

Guys... maybe that's not the best time to ask such a question?

First off, it's Yasufumi Hirose and secondly, I just didn't feel I needed to add them; so stop asking me.

Yeah guys, stop being weird now.

So like, can you walk and move your arms and stuff, Chiaki?

*slowly gets up and starts to move her feet* Hm, seems my feed are working and so are my arms... This might take a while to get use to...

But this great, I get to be with everyone and look around the island! Hey Hajime, can we look around the islands? You promise we would!

Yeah, sure thing Chiaki we can do that!

Ye-Yes, I'm happy about this too!

No kidding, this is great! Chiaki is gonna join us as a robot, man I wish I was a robot!

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Twenty~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” She asks

“Yea. They’re just a bunch of goofballs.” You explain with a chuckle and smile. “But something’s missing.”

“Do you want to go practice with them?” Kiyoko asks.

“N-No! What kind of manager would I be if I neglected my duties? Plus I wouldn’t be a very good underclassman to let you do everything.” You respond.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup!” You say with an enormous close-eyed smile. “I’m going to go fill the water bottles!”

“Okay.” Kiyoko responds with a small smile as she watches you walk away.

As you fill the water bottles, you think about the team. ‘Nishinoya only agreed to help Hinata with receiving instead of rejoining the team.’

‘I ALREADY TOLD YOU GUYS! IF ASAHI-SAN DOESN’T COME BACK, I'M NOT COMING BACK EITHER!’

‘Asahi… If he comes back, then Nishinoya will too. Hmm…’ You finish filling the bottles so you pick them up and start heading back to the gym. As you’re walking you go back to thinking.

‘There’s also the need for a coach. I wonder if Takeda-sensei has had any luck finding one.’

You arrive at the gym just in time to hear Hinata ask Nishinoya a question that you’ve wanted to know the answer to.

“Who’s Asahi-san?”

“!! Don’t bring that name up!!” Tanaka says nervously.

“He’s our Ace. Technically.” Noya answers spitefully.

‘Technically?’ You think.

“Our Ace…?!” Hinata responds before staring at Noya with a blank expression.

“What?” Noya questions.

“Someday… I wanna be the Ace.” Hinata says determined.

“Huh?”

“That scrub! Is he still going on about that?!” Kageyama asks angrily.

“Years ago I got to see Karasuno’s old ace, The Little Giant, play in the Spring Tournament.” Hinata begins to explain. At the mention of the old ace, you smile fondly. “Even since then, I’ve dreamed of being just like him. That’s why I came to Karasuno.”

“You wanna be the ace? At your height?” Noya asks.

‘I don’t think he has a right to judge…’ You think.

“THAT’S AWESOME!! I CAN TOTALLY UNDERSTAND THAT! ACES ARE COOL! ANYBODY’D WANT TO BE ONE! GO FOR IT, BRO! YOU CAN TOTALLY DO IT! BE THE ACE SOMEDAY! HECK, YOU’D BE MORE RELIABLE THAN THE ONE WE’VE GOT NOW!” Noya encourages and ends with a laugh. “Mannn, if you’re gonna have a goal, everybody makes it the Ace, don’t they." He adds a bit defeatedly.

“Yeah! Aces are super-cool!” Hinata exclaims.

“Ace does have a real fine ring to it too. Compared to ace spiker, positions like setter and libero seem really lame.”

You look over at Kageyama who has an annoyed and angry look on his face. You swear you can tell he’s growling. This makes you giggle. Suga calms the first-year setter down. Your attention is then refocused on Noya and Hinata’s conversation as Noya speaks.

“But y’know?” He begins seriously. “In the middle of a close game, the one thing that gets the biggest gasps and cheers out of the crowd isn’t a spike. Not even the really cool ones. Nope. It’s an awesome save. Height is key in volleyball. Libero might be the only position that shorter players have any chance in. But I don’t play the position because I’m short. Even if I was seven feet tall… I’d still be a Libero. Even if you can’t attack or block… just making sure the ball doesn’t hit the floor means that you aren’t losing. And the one position that’s best at that…is the Libero.” He finishes with a proud smile while pointing at himself with his thumb.

“…!! Whoa!!” Hinata exclaims with a look of admiration. “So cool!!”

“!! H-Hey! Whoa! Don’t be sayin’ stuff like that right to a guy’s face!!” Noya replies flustered. “You want me feeding you two Gari Gari Ice Pops?!”

“Yes sir!”

“Cola and pear flavor, got it?!”

“Yes Sir!”

“So! What’s your specialty, Mr. Future Ace?”

“Huh?!”

“You suck at the defensive side of things, after all.”

‘Ouch. Harsh.’ You think.

“But you've gotta have something right?” Noya continues.

“Um… D-De…coy…” Hinata says dejectedly.

“Say wha? Koi? Why do you sound all dejected about that?”

“Well, Compared to stuff like Ace or Guardian or Leader, it sounds kinda…dumb.” Hinata explains. You want to comfort and reassure Hinata but don't want to interrupt the moment, so you wait to see what Noya will say.

“What’s it matter what the name sounds like?” The second-year asks.

“But..” Hinata starts but is cut off as Noya continues.

“Because you're acting as a decoy, that means somebody else gets an easy attack right?” He asks Rhetorically. You see where this is going so you start walking to where the two and a few others are. “ So if it doesn't sound as awesome as Ace or Guardian or Leader… your job is still just as vital as theirs.” Off to the side, Tanaka and Kageyama nod their heads in agreement with Kageyama saying ‘Yeah!’.

“...Okay…” Hinata says unconvinced. Noticing this, you reach Hinata's side and start talking.

“He's right, Hinata.” Hearing this Noya becomes flustered.” In the match against Aoba Johsai if it wasn't for your decoy skills we may have not won.” You finish with a smile that reassures Hinata a little bit.

“I haven't seen you play in a real game or anything though!! So if you suck at being a decoy, I take that all back, ’kay?” Noya says while patting Hinata’s Shoulder.

“Well, you won't be taking it back. Especially after you see him play in a game.” You say.

-With Suga and Daichi-

“... He has a point.” Suga says. Daichi looks at him questionably as he waits for Suga to continue. “Now, here at Karasuno we have The Greatest Decoy on our team. With Hinata and Kageyama working together…attacks that we couldn't make count before…are sure to get through this time!”

“Yeah.” Daichi says while looking at you, Noya, Hinata, and Kageyama as you all talk. “I get the feeling that the “chemical reaction” Takeda-sensei mentioned isn’t quite finished yet. We are going to keep changing. I just hope it’s in a good way. Some things still worry me…”

“Hey! No pessimism!” Suga scolds Daichi

-After practice, Sakanoshita Market-

“Geez, Sensei! You're a real stubborn one” 

“I know. It’s one of the few things on my short list of strong points.” Takeda says.

“Beg me as many times as you want -- I’m not gonna be their coach.” The shopkeeper begins. “It was Gramps who did that stuff, not me. Teaching others isn’t my thing.”

“I disagree. I hear that you were exceptional at teaching your juniors in both high school and college. And that you had a gift for analyzing opposing teams. That sounds like talent to me.” Takeda explains.

“Wha..? Who blabbed all that? Still…butter me up all you like-- I'm still just a youngster with no coaching experience. When you say you need someone to teach them actual volleyball skills, I’m sure you mean it… But… what you really want is the “Ukai'' name.”

“...To be honest…yes. Ever since Coach Ukai left, schools we used to have close relationships with have grown distant. A novice like me, who was only recently thrown into being an advisor with no experience isn’t going to be taken seriously. I have trouble setting up simple practice games. I know it seems very unfair…but…”

“You think that might change with the draw of the famous “Ukai” name?”

“...”

“Sorry, but I’m not gonna play babysitter to a bunch of bratty, snot-nosed little high schoolers.”

“Thank you for your time. I’ll come again later.” Takeda says with a bow.

“I told ya I’m not doin’ it. My answer ain’t changing.”

“I’m sorry I’m being so persistent about this… but I think if you watched them play, then you would understand why.” Takeda says as he begins to leave. As he walks through the door he speaks one last time. “Good Night.”

~To Be Continued~

[deus-ex-mona]

the anon who asked about your odd ships. now I wanna know EVERY take you mentioned but in case that gets very long / you don't want to talk about everything, I'm most curious about the canon ship you can't stand, that notp, and that poly ship. Though if you have the time I'd rather know all the takes 🤣

ask and you shall ✨receive✨~

dropping a cut here for length~~ because m a n did just those three questions get long sorry~~~~

the canon ship i can’t stand:

aside from the obvious (akechi x his m*t* s**t*), i don’t like the harucouple. i find their story pretty bland tbh, and i just find miou plain unlikeable.

questionable 10cm anime aside (‘cuz seriously, what was up with miou in that anime? she found out that chiaki died [from unrelated causes] after he saved her from drowning, and then proceeded to blame herself for his death??? even though akechi was like “ay girl his death ain’t your fault, so chill ok?” she just went ahead and made chiaki’s death all about herself, distanced herself from haruki with no explanation, then slapped him when he got all depressed and had an existential crisis that came about because she ignored him? like whaaaaat) the fact that miou is just too dang passive is pretty annoying. m

like, what’s up with that “zutto matteru yo, haruki-kun” nonsense? why is she expecting haruki to be the only one to put in effort to see her? take some initiative, girlllllllllllllll close that 10cm yourself dammit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he’s going to study abroad in the us of a, he has no time to hop on a plane to zip back just to see you. if you have the time to find him (like during your summer vacation), and if the opportunity presents itself (like, if your friends happen to get tickets for a trip to the ‘states and are gracious enough to give one of said tickets to you), go to see him yourself, dammit!!!!!!

and! the fact that they just picked up right where they left off 7 years later is pretty dumb. people change over time, you know? the person you thought you liked in high school may have very well grown up to become an adult that you barely recognise, much less still have feelings for. so the fact that they just??? got right together after those 7 years with absolutely minimal contact??? is just????? what???????????

so yeah. that canon ship i can’t stand is harumiou. stock shoujo romance ships confuse me h e l p

aside from that, yuko x her french husband ig, bc she needs therapy, not a man. prioritise your kids, yuko, not yourself. you’re a parent, so act like one, dammit!!!!

that notp:

every single aizo ship aside from lxl, daizo (as a crackship), and aiyui (read: ft4 yui, for the crack potential only), bc i really can’t see him with any girl (or any other guy for the matter, really). aiyuu forever, y’know—

also, hiyomona bc episode 6 of the [redacted] anime still makes my skin crawl. why would you ship mona with someone who says “you’re so cute, no wonder why the guy tried to assault you” h e lp. i used to think that hiyomona was kinda cute, but now it just. gives me the heebies sorryyyyyyyyyyy

that poly ship:

keikarenariken!!!!! the fast food quartet is just so cute together y’know~~~~? kei and ken even bounce off each other really nicely (cries in heart no chikai novel i totally didn’t forget about), and arikaren are just plain cute!!!!! ken and karen have nice interactions with each other, in a sense… soooo… they’re all just so precious and cute and i think they should all hold hands and feed each other extra salty french fries

and for another poly ship, kotahinakoyuryou! yukki deserves to have 3 gardening-loving lovers y o u g e t m e ? flower shop ot4, anyone? i just think the four of them should be girlfriends (yes, even kotaro) and weave each other flower crowns~~~~~~

[andrewlovely]

The Adjutant and The Collector

- Did you get the biometrics? - Yeah, I handed him my phone, but we didn't get much. - What do you mean? - The readings were inconclusive. - What did you show him? - The usual. - What’s the usual these days? I’m too old for this shit. - <shrugs matter-of-factly> [Redacted]. And some borderline [redacted] [redacted]. - Jesus. How many samples? - Three. Two test variables and one control. - And the control? - Off the charts. Useless.

- Medical history? - Can't get 'em. Privacy laws. - What about his phone? - Rooted. - Damn... Well, we need a baseline. <stares out window, twirls his pen; it cascades over his fingers> Start showing him ads…  “Book your Calcium Scoring CT Scan Online today.” Flood his feed with articles on early onset heart disease, you know, stuff like that. Who knows, maybe we get lucky and he goes to one of our subsidiaries. Then we can rule out a medical condition, or factor in for it. Otherwise, the data’s useless. - Yeah... I guess we could try that. <sighs> Listen, Tom... I've been meaning to ask you... - Oh no... - You ever wonder... I mean, as long as we've been on this case and all... - Oh no, here it comes...

- You ever wonder what we're really doing here? I mean, what are we even doing? - What do you mean, what are we doing? We're doing our jobs. - But it's all a bit thin, isn't it? - What's thin about it? We know the guy's insurance. Maybe he goes to one of our associated clinics. We have plants there. - It never feels to you like we're reaching here? I mean, what has this guy actually done? Why am I showing him [redacted] and [redacted] and reading biometrics all day? His responses seemed pretty normal to me. Why're we on this guy? - That's not for us to decide. Don't they teach you young bloods anything at the academy anymore? We've got our orders, just like everyone else. The papers come from on high, they say, "This is the guy," and we do our jobs. Simple as that. Haven't you read his file? You know what this guy's done? - Tom, we've had surveillance on him for over ten years now, and there's nothing. Nada. I haven't seen anything. I haven't seen anything to justify the kind of dragnet we have on this guy. It just makes you wonder, that's all.

- Well maybe if you spent less time "in deep wonder" and more time actually doing your fucking job, we might actually catch the son of a bitch! - CATCH HIM IN WHAT?! There's nothing there! - He's bound to slip up at some point. We need to be there when he does. - Well, a few months ago he came to a rolling stop at the stop sign near his street. He even downloaded a movie! - Real funny, Bill. - No wait, there's more! About six months ago he downloaded an obscure video game soundtrack no longer in circulation. And on the same day they forgot to charge him for a plastic bag at the grocery store. That's at least fifteen cents right there! - Bill, you're on thin ice as it is, so- - We even have reports from childhood friends that when he was a little kid, and get this, Tom- he made prank phone calls. - Were the calls of a threatening nature?

- <laughs> Tom, he was nine years old! Who gives a shit? You ever hear the voice of a nine year old boy? That sound like a threatening fucking voice to you? What are we even doing here, man?! - No seriously though, were the calls of a threatening nature? We could use that, you know. - Oh for Christ's sake Tom. - You read this guy's file? - Yeah, I've read the guy's file, Tom, but that office has been audited sixteen times in the last fifteen years. - <visibly uncomfortable> That office has never been audited. - Right, well, this was before Project '25, so... - <rapidly leans over and cups hands over bald eagle on desk> <whispers angrily> Are you out of your fucking mind? You tryin' to get us canned? This place is bugged to the tits.

- <whispers back intensely> I'm out there trying to show him [redacted] and [redacted] on my phone, I'm handing him my phone, we're recruiting [redacted] and [redacted] to trick him into pitying them, so that he lets them use his phone, to call numbers of known [redacted] and [redacted] and [redacted]? Then we're compiling biometrics and call logs? This ain't police work, Tom. I don't know what the fuck this is. - <looks at Bill with a mixture of compassion, fear, and understanding> <lets out a deep sigh> <whispers back> Listen man, if you wanna can yourself, you just go right on ahead. But I got a wife and kids. - <both lean back and repose themselves, adjust their ties> So, you were saying about the biometrics? We need a control? - Right. Go ahead and put some feelers out at Blue Cross. Get some agents and some assets out there, put them in line with him at the grocery store, at the post office... get those family members we recruited to start talking about "so and so who suddenly died so unexpectedly... such a shame... so young... if only they had done that Calcium Scoring test..." Get our agents and our assets out there, you know, "Approaching middle age now... gotta get that cardiogram, you know, that stress test... that uh... what's it called... that calcium test..." "What calcium test?" "Oh, you know, that scan they do to check for blockages, or whatever." We'll have calcium tests comin' out of his fucking ears! Reach out to our contacts at that pharmacy he goes to, see if they can't push some mega-dose B vitamins on him, or change up his supplement brand or something. Harmless, but might trigger some heart palpitations, or elevate that ol' heart rate, you know, get him worried.

- Nothing in our profile indicates he'd go for anything like that. And about half the analysts agree. In fact, they think he knows. - <whispers to self, shaking head> How could he possibly know? - You know how... - No... we've been running ops for years. If there was a mole, we'd have found him by now. - Or her. - Right. Or "them"! - <chuckles> It's a new world. - You can say that again... - It's a new world. - Right. Listen, we're gonna have to get creative on this one. - What do you want us to do? Bring in the psychics? - <stares off into distance> Who were those guys... the goat guys. The guys who stared at goats.

- You can't be serious. - Well hell Bill, you got any better ideas?! We're scrapin' at the bottom of the barrel here, but what the fu-... <sighs, gathers himself> What the hell else are we supposed to do? And you come in here... <wipes bead of sweat from forehead> <sighs, exasperated and exhausted> You got me cursin' again Bill, takin' the Lord's name in vain. You know, I'm Mormon, I ain't supposed to do that. - <gestures to flask on desk> You "ain't supposed to do that" either. - Well a guy's gotta let loose, God damnit! Gotta calm the nerves; otherwise I'm gonna end up like Willoughby in Thought Crime, connecting pictures of subjects' pets with little red pieces of yarn, pointing to dots on my whiteboard like a goddamn flat-earther, writing reports and compiling data on subversive communist parakeets and subcultures of neo-marxist box turtles. Is that how you want me to end up? This guy's gonna give me a fucking heart attack, I swear. I've never seen anything like it! Not in 35 years! - Maybe you should have one of those “Carbon Scoring” tests done. - Bill, I swear to God… - We just need to find your baseline, that’s all... <snickers> - Bill, I am going to fucking kill you, I am not kidding you man, I’m at the end of my- - Alright, alright, calm down, calm down… - And it’s “Calcium Scoring,” you dumbass! Carbon scoring’s from Star Wars. - Alright, fine, calcium scoring, whatever. Look, forget all that jazz, man. We just need to find a new asset, someone close to him. - We've already tried that. There's no one.

- There's always someone... - We've sent him agents, assets, men, women, we've even recruited friends and family members. He smells 'em comin' from a country mile away, this fucking guy. - I'm telling you, there's always someone. Everybody has a weakness. We just have to find the ‘in’. - <stares off into distance, as if not listening> <softly shakes head> I tell ya man, I think this guy knows. It's like he's always one step ahead. He- - Oh no, not this again. - Yes, yes, this again! Don't you find it just a little bit strange that every time we think we finally got something on this guy, just when we think we finally got something we can actually pin on his ass, just when we think we finally got him dead to rights, just when we're about to nail his ass, the whole case falls apart at the hinges? - You mean the frame falls apart at the hinges?

- Who are you, Merriam Webster now? Metaphors, Bill, metaphors. Anyway, it's like he's playing with us at this point. Key piece of evidence? Well, somehow it gets rendered totally fucking irrelevant at the very last possible moment. The very last moment! Something he forgot, perhaps like some kind of minor bureaucratic oversight that might finally do his ass in? He rectifies it at the last possible moment. The very last fucking moment! It's like he's just waiting the whole time, on purpose, mocking us. No one is this lucky man. No one. - You sound like the Gas Man from Dumb and Dumber. - What are you trying to say? That we're dealing with a moron here? A moron? - Well idiots can be unpredictable. - Nah, I don't buy it. We've been caught with our pants down one too many times here now; this is beyond luck. - It all does sort of have a Wile E. Coyote & The Roadrunner ambiance to it at this point, doesn’t it? But The Roadrunner wasn't particularly famed for its intelligence, Tom. Not exactly a lot going on back there, behind those dead eyes.

- <stares out the window, thumping pen on desk absentmindedly> I'm telling you, this guy knows. Who was that analyst? The one who lost it. - Cheri? - No, the other one. - Winters? - Yeah, that's the one. She was utterly convinced of it. I mean, she wouldn't shut up about it. - Tom, she's in Bellevue. - Well, so, what of it? Maybe she had a final moment of clarity, maybe that one last working synapse of hers fired off before she totally flew the coop. - Tom, she's still writing him love letters for Christ's sake.

- Well that's neither here nor there. We know she didn't have any contact with him... at least... not before... the incident. We know she wasn't compromised, as fucking crazy as that sounds to say now. But maybe she really was on to something. Hell, you got half the analysts in A.I.A. pushing this theory like it's the gospel of Jesus Fucking Christ. <takes a swig off the flask> - We've been over this before. We're just running in circles here, Tom. It's just another dead end. - <stares off into the distance, deep in thought> <begins to nod> I'm telling you man, we need those goat guys...

[reallyromealone]

Hey!! It's me again, and I think you must be tired of me by now, but I can't help it. I liked the result of what you wrote for me, but it just made me curious, so can I ask for a sequel? Something like the Bonten men on the official game day of the reader man and see him interacting with other players? Maybe the male reader is part of Nekoma and their game is against Fukurodani or Karasuno and Mikey can meet his son's boyfriend (I'm between Kenma and Kuroo but it's up to you) and also his energetic friends being a protective but also gentle father?

All in all, I hope you're having a good start to the week, so be careful author-kun! Drink water and feed, I'm watching! ;)

Part 1

I would love to and I am never tired of you my dude and this is wonderful and again HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE SUCH A HARD CHOICE! 🤧😭

(name) woke up extra early, getting ready for the match today as he put his out-game uniform on and eating breakfast and by time he was ready to go his dad's were just waking up and looking at him confused "why so early bud?" Kaku said stretching and groaning at his bones popping as (name) tilted his head "it's my game today?"

Then it clicked, that was already do soon?

"Well get there safe and remember ---"

"Keep the bracelet on" (name) finished as he held up a fabric bracelet with a tracker in it, smiling softly and his dad's relaxed just a bit as he left with his gym bag to school.

God he was so pumped!

The driver dropped him out front of Nekoma where his team was waiting for him and a few others and smiled giddily when he saw him; Kenma.

They had been going out not long after (name) joined and God was he smitten for the pretty setter.

Though he would rather die then let his dad's know.

They were over protective as it was.

" 'zume!" (Name) said softly as he wrapped arms around the quiet second year, Kenma pausing his game to look at his boyfriend "hey..." The pudding head said with a soft smile and eventually everyone showed and loaded up on the bus, (name) resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder through the ride and watching him play while the team chatted away.

The Bonten men covered their tattoos and wore inconspicuous clothes to blend in better as designer suits would have them sticking out like sore thumbs.

Mikey just wore what he usually did.

When the game started the Bonten men were front row, watching in awe as their kid played and his team lay waste to the opponent.

They always looked at the boy in awe at how seriously he took this game.

By time the game ended, Nekoma decimated the other team and (name) was so excited that he barely comprehended himself kissing Kenma on the cheek happily.

Infront of his dad's.

"Did he just..."

"Is he dating..."

"That little bastard"

(Name) ran to his dad's excitedly after he cleaned up "you guys came! Did you have fun?!" (Name) was practically vibrating with joy as his dad's congratulated him before shifting the conversation"so whose the boy you kissed"

"Eh?"

"Whose the boy you kissed b u d d y"

(Name) sighed and looked at the men who wore tight smiles "he's not anyone suspicious, he's really nice and treats me well so please don't scare him off..." (Name) mumbled and looked at his dad's pleadingly and damn.

They couldn't say no to their kid like this.

"We promise not to make him piss himself" Kakucho said as the other men nodded in agreement albeit begrudgingly and (name) perked up before running to get the so called boyfriend.

When they looked at Kenma everyone but Mikey had a similar thought.

'in a weird way, he looks like Mikey'

"This is my boyfriend Kenma, Kenma these are my dad's: Mikey, Ran, Rindō, Sanzu, Kakucho, Takeomi, Mochi and Kokonoi" (name) introduced and Kenma bowed to them "nice to meet you" he said quietly and fidgeted at their stares but didn't back down, the men watching as (name) doted on him lovingly.

"What year are you Kenma?" Takeomi asked the pudding boy "ah second year sir"

"What are your intentions with (name)?" Mochi asked "to be his boyfriend and take care of him"

The men practically interragated the second year until (name) stopped them as they had to go back to the bus.

"So you really have eight dad's?" Kenma asked his boyfriend who nodded sheepishly "yeah, they found me abandoned and kind of just kept me"

"They seem like good dad's"

"They are and they really liked you!"

"How could you tell?"

'because you would be dead'

"I know how they are, they just worry ya know?"

"Hm"

[milkytheholy1]

hello, hope you are well! i absolutely love your writing and was wondering if you could do a rottmnt leo x fem!reader? maybe something along the lines of reader goes with the brothers on a mission and ends up getting injured and leo freaks out. like readers not dying or anything but he thinks they are and is like “no don’t die i love you too much” or something lol. (sorry if this is confusing, it was just a random idea i had, obviously you don’t have to do it!!

A/N: Orderrrrrr uuuuuuuuuup!

Tmnt masterlist. Ultimate masterlist. Apocalyptic love series.

I'm Not Dead, Idiot!

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The building was overall quiet, not a sound, not even a rat could be heard. The moonlight helped illuminate the dark crevices of the alleys, but not enough to showcase the full evil that lurked there. You were beside's Donnie, perched next to his hovering form as he kept his eyes locked on the docks.

The salty sea smell tingled your nose, the smell of fish rotting your senses. The other three boys were on the ground, slinking around every corner, on a mission to track down two criminals who escaped from jail a few months back; they were last spotted at the zoo around the same time the turtles fought with Draxum.

"Any word from them yet, Don?" you whispered, even if you were high up you were still cautious not to make a sound. Donnie only shushed you in response, staying quiet for a few seconds longer before replying, "No, but I can see them and they're-" he cut himself off, scrambling to grab the walkie talkie "-WOULD YOU DUMB DUMBS STOP FEEDING THE PIGEONS AND GET BACK TO THE MISSION!!!"

You followed his eyes, squinting into the distance to see three forms squabbling and waving their hands in shock. Donnie coughed beside you, returning back to a much softer voice, "I knew I should have gone, alas, my allergy to shellfish." though he didn't seem to care too much.

A voice muttered from the walkie talkie, you could recognise it deep within your sleep: Leo.

"Heeey, D, can you pass the talkie over to my lovely lady, please?" God he was such a suck-up. Donnie sighed, but reluctantly did as told and handed it over to you.

"This is yellow sparrow over to blue hawk, what can I do you for?" you muttered the code names off by heart, knowing it would bring a smile to the red-eared slider's face. He seemed to swoon on the other end, though it was hushed by Raph, "Yellow sparrow this is blue hawk coming in, you didn't say over, over."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, "This is yellow sparrow to blue hawk, what can I do you for? Over." You could hear Donnie give out another sigh, his brows furrowing deeper than you had ever seen them. The walkie talkie crackled to life once more, "This is blue hawk to yellow-"

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF- give me that!" Donnie snatched the talkie from your hand, "Pleeeeease tell me you guys are doing something productive, I don't know about you, but hanging out at the docks at 1am isn't how I like to roll."

"Oh please, you've been in weirder places at 1am." Leo smirked, you didn't need to see him to know he was doing it. As you continued to banter through the walkie talkie with Leo, once wrestling it back from Donatello, you grew more nervous for the boys down below.

"Relaaaaaax babe, we've got it all under controlled, over."

"I know but, it's been awfully quiet on your end. I've seen more action from the pigeons than you guys have. What if the rumour was fake, what if those guys aren't even in that place to begin with, over."

The line went quiet for a moment, dead static in the air. This caught the attention of Donnie who came to stand beside you, both of you leaning in closer to the talkie, "Er, blue hawk, you still there? Over."

Nothing.

You began to panic, "Leo, are you guys okay? Seriously this isn't funny, Leo!" Still no sound came through, Donnie got his bo out, ready to jump into action. That was until the walkie talkie sprung to life, blasting out loud laughter from all three turtles, "Y-you didn't say over, over." Leo mused.

He turned to Raph and Mikey, both keeling over on the floor crying with laughter. It was Leo's idea, they were allowed to have fun on a mission every once in a while and when a mission was as boring as this, they were practically encouraged to cause a little mischief.

"I-I don't know, maybe that was a little harsh, (Y/N) did seem pretty worried." Mikey reminded him, winding down from his laughing fit. Leo turned to him with a pout, "Ahem, I didn't see you telling me to stop." Mikey stayed silent at that.

Raph continued to walk around the warehouse they had found themselves in, all the rumours and witness statements had led them to this place by the docks. Yet, all they could find were a few empty cans of beans and empty bottles of juice.

"I'm startin' to think this place was a bust. Tell (Y/N) we're comin' back up, I don't care what Donnie says about the mission, I'm just tired." Raph moaned, kicking one of the cans of beans to the other side of the room. Leo saluted his leader and once again clicked on the walkie talkie, "Yellow sparrow this is blue hawk, we'll be coming back to your position, over."

Silence.

"Very funny (Y/N), over."

Nothing.

"(Y/N)?" Leo questioned, suddenly becoming more panicked. Raph sighed, "She's probably just getting back at you for earlier, betcha it was Donnie's idea."

No, it couldn't have been that, Leo's pranked you many times before and you've never had a reaction like this. Maybe Raph was right, maybe it was Donnie's idea. But Leo likes to think the moment he sounded worried you would have answered back.

"C'mon guys, we have to go check on them." Leo dashed out of the warehouse quicker than he's ever run before, constantly talking through the walkie talkie but getting no reply. His speed picked up, leaving his brothers behind as he ran straight for the building he'd left you on with his dorky brother.

The moment he got there he searched for you, eyes wide when he caught your groan. You were standing by Donnie, rubbing your elbow while Donnie wrapped a bandage around your head. Leo rushed to you in an instant, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you from the ground, "Oh my god, (Y/N)! I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. If I hadn't left you, you wouldn't be dying. I'm so sorry-"

"Leo, I'm not dying." you kept telling him but the words wouldn't sink in, his grip on you kept tightening to the point where you thought that you might actually be dying. Leo kept apologising over and over again, professing his love to you over and over again, never giving you a chance to butt in.

His face was smushed against your chest, although there were no tears his breathing had picked up, “No, don’t die I love you too much!” he heaved out. Donnie came to inspect the scene, motioning for Raph to split you both apart before you passed out due to lack of air.

"She isn't dying numb-nuts, she just has a cut on her forehead and a bruised elbow. Although with the way you were squeezing her diaphragm she would've passed out in 15 more seconds."

You were panting, finally allowing fresh air into your system, even if it did smell like fish. Mikey came to stand by your side, with Leo quickly pulling you against him, finally giving you a once over "Sooo, you're not dying?"

"No, dummy." you laughed, rubbing your palm against his cheek. Leo beamed, lost staring into your eyes, god, you were so beautiful.

"So what happened to you guys?" Mikey asked, breaking the lovey-dovey atmosphere between you and Leo. Donnie tapped his fingers rapidly against his tech brace before a holographic image popped up.

"Two criminals, known on the streets as Bebop and Rocksteady or as they're actually called, Anton Zeck Rocksteady and Ivan Steranko. The two were believed to be hiding out in the warehouse down by the docks, but apparently, they must have heard something or someONE-" he glared at Leo, who shrugged nonchalantly in response.

"And they fled the scene, from what I could gather while they were trying to punch me: they saw us up here, thought we were the cops - which I would like to point out is highly preposterous, I mean, what police establishment would allow a mutant turtle and a teenager into their leagues?"

"Donnie, just get on with it."

"Oh yes, right, they beat us up then left. End of story." he deadpanned, going back to tapping on the tech brace. Mikey frowned, rubbing his arms together, "Man, I'm really sorry we couldn't help you guys. But I can't believe they got away again, maybe we're not so good at this hero stuff."

"Nah, I wouldn't say that, I think you guys were doing pretty good before these dolts came along. It's just gonna take a little time to catch them is all." You cuddled further into Leo, "I wouldn't want anyone else protecting New York City." You looked up to him, already catching his eyes.

They seemed to twinkle under the night sky, full of love and hope for the future. Leo leaned down and pressed a kiss against your lips, his brothers screaming out in disgust. Pulling apart Leo rolled his eyes with a smirk, "Okay, shows over, let's go home; I'm starvin'!"

"Ooh, how about we place an order at Hueso's," you asked, mouth already watering at the thought of a pizza. Leo pulled you closer, "Babe, it's like you read my mind."

And with that, and one angry phone call from Hueso later, you and the rest of the Hamato family were back in the sewers, enjoying your pizza and being with each other. Leo hadn't let you out of his grasp the entire night, he was just happy you weren't dying; besides, he thought the bandage look on you was hot.

[iwadori]

Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week,  from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh  

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”  

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:  

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.  

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.  

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you  

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face  

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.  

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto  

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.  

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.  

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.  

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.  

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.  

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.  

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.  

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.  

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.  

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes  

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.  

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

[the-slasher-files]

WHAT A KILLER

BO’S S/O REVEALING THEY ARE ALSO A SLASHER (Vincent is also kind of in this)

TW: blood, gore, killing, swearing (that’s inevitable with Bo)

THIS has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS and idk why I'm so iffy on posting it but hopefully you guys in enjoy this! It's different from a lot of what I write and I do like it, it's just specific lol.. Also the s/o in this, was the bare bones of what Amaria (my oc) started as... hope you enjoy 🔪💕

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Bloodcurdling screams could be heard through the normally silent town of Ambrose as dusk fell. Crimson painted the skies and the asphalt, almost mirroring each other in perfection. Crows calling for the wasted souls Bo obliterated and Vincent could not fix. 

Shuttering at the sounds heard you could not sit there on the old couch any longer, just playing with your fingers trying to push down the urges you felt deep down. They beckoned you like the crows did for flesh. You tried so hard to hide this side but it was only a matter of time you knew, the demon had to rear it’s head eventually if you really wanted to stay in Ambrose forever, and you did. You found the man of your twisted dreams here. 

Before you were held in Ambrose against your will; well in the beginning it was against your will but that quickly faded and you fell madly in love with your kidnapper and the town he held so close; you were a drifter. A wanderer of gypsy’s blood. Never managing to hold in one place for more than 6 months, the only time you had a home was when you were growing up, but having a disgusting home life you left at 16. Fleeing home and trying to run from your growing desires you instead made a treaty with your urges, running towards them, allowing them to show when you were safe and comfortable. 

Bo never knew, all these months as you played the part of his defenceless little housewife it was growing harder to tell him. Of course you wanted to tell him but you were scared of him not trusting you, and terrified of what he would do to you; pretty ironic when you considered doing the same things to him. 

Casually you would throw a joke out there about killing someone or dreaming of snapping someone's neck, however they weren’t jokes to you. It was your wicked reality. Bo was none the wiser, but Vincent, in his quiet embers saw something beyond your delicate eyes, something he saw within himself perhaps. He started to believe your jokes and comments, carefully watching you. Wondering if for once there was a different kind of evil in the town, or if he was becoming the hunted instead of the hunter. 

Climbing the stairs and reaching the bedroom you paused, pulling in a large breath and exhaling, closing your eyes. You sank to your knees against the hardwood, pulling a long black, locked plastic box from under the bed, methodically you played with the lock and swung the top open. Placing your eyes upon the weapon your body tensed but your soul relaxed, a sick war inside your head divided. 

Running your hands along the cold metal of the black blade, you felt home once again, blood could almost be felt on your hands and screams faded in your ears. Hunger grew. A deep pleasure surged through you. 

It was your 18 inch steel black machete; with ridges menacingly flaunting themselves across the top, like a dragon’s spine. The grip you had customized to fit your hand perfectly, needing it to act like an extension of you. It was adorned proudly with a thin rope of bright red fabric tied around the end of the handle, ripped from your first victim’s shirt, it’s tails would drift gracefully in the wind juxtaposing the damage the weapon could do.

Shaky hands picked up the weapon and it seamlessly melting into your grip, your eyes darkened as you rose from the floor, feeling your demons begin to yip and howl like a pack of starving wild dogs ready to feed. Giving yourself another deep breath in and out you kicked the box back under the bed and started down the stairs and out the front door with purpose. �� 

The hot sticky Louisiana air hit you, flowing in your hair and the tail of fabric on your machete. Screams begin to reach you in swells, coming closer flooding you like the rising tides as a younger woman was running towards you. Under the dim streetlights she could not see what you held, for the black blade melted into the shadows perfectly, as intended. To her you were hope, a way out of her hell, maybe you could help her. The poor thing could not have been more wrong in her panic-stricken judgements. 

You could smell her blood pouring from her injuries Bo inflicted and her desperate cries, it was all too much to you, it was just like blood in the water to a shark, your twisted instincts began to take over. Eyes darkened on the prey that was heedlessly bounding towards you and with one swipe, that was it. Blood was spilt. You had killed again and it felt so damn right. Looking down basking in the sight, she was slit ear to ear, the gash threatening to show the tips of the vertebrae at the back of her neck. The demons were lurching beside you pushing you forward for more. More blood. More affliction. 

Studying the surroundings, Bo was nowhere to be found, unusual for him to let his prey escape his hunt. It was quiet now as you walked on down the street, yellow fluorescents guided your path, and the homes were just barren shapes acting as blinders leading you onward for the man you dreaded seeing at this moment, the demons couldn’t care less about your emotions or feelings, they just carried your body to more gore. 

Rounding the corner, the gas station lights gave up a tangled mess on the ground. Two men were wrestling for some sort of weapon that glinted in the lights above them. Cursing yells, threats and grunts spilled out of both of them, one more than the other of course. Bo always had a mouth on him and no one could ever shut him up, it made you smirk as you approached, but suddenly there was a sharp yell and the stranger was on top of Bo. The man had his back to you and just had eyes for the greasy mechanic, beating him with the weapon you could now see was a wrench. You could feel a burning anger rise from your core and Bo’s howls were just fuel to the fire.   

Steadily making your way up to the two wrecks of people, now standing behind the stranger you forced your long rigid blade through the core of the man, impaling him right under the sternum. Loud clanging of metal rang through the street as the man dropped the wrench as his body went limp, heaving over the weapon within him. With your boot you carefully directed the corpse off your machete and on the asphalt next to Bo, leaving your face sprayed with red from the spine of the blade. 

Your eyes met with saucer wide baby blues causing you to let out a silent breathy laugh licking your lips of blood, sickly savouring the unusual copper. Bo laid on the ground a moment longer just taking in for sure what he saw from his precious angel. Just as you were about to speak but Bo beat you to it.

“I FUCKIN’ KNEW IT!” he gloated hysterically, leaving you more than a little shocked. “I KNEW IT!” Bo got to his feet and almost looked like he was going to do a little dance, you just stood there in the streetlight beginning to laugh, relived but worried as if he had hit his head or something. It was never a dull moment with Bo that’s for sure. 

“Are you ok? like seriously, your beginning to scare me” you puzzled as he sauntered his way up to you cocky as ever. 

“I’m fuckin’ fantastic... I knew there was something in you” he held you against his chest and put his head on yours “something awful behind those beautiful eyes, my little angel of death” you laughed against him as he kissed your crown, then pulled away looking you dead in the eyes. “Why did you think I kept you around all these months? you made me wait a while... and you know how much I hate waitin” 

The words burned in your skull, was that really the only reason? Bo was still unpredictable to you in ways, especially with his dark side. Maybe he was just going to kill you now, maybe he didn’t love you, it could’ve just been the wicked charm he carried effortlessly. 

Something came alive in his blue eyes, scaring you slightly but trying to play it off when you cupped his strong jaw, breathing slowly. 

“People are my specialty baby” he drawled, then pulled you roughly into a kiss. Sweat, oil, cigarettes, and blood coated the kiss leaving you breathless as he often did. 

Bo was right, people were his perfected craft; charming, seducing, lying, playing up the sob story about him and Vincent being in foster care after both parents died. Hell, he could speak French Cajun so he could be more versatile, and charm his way out of any situation in any part of Louisiana. Bo always knew everything you were feeling even before you said it, now that you think back on it. 

“Bo? you still love me?” you hesitating in your question not sure if you wanted the answer. 

This caught his attention as his jaw tensed and eyes hardened “What would make you think I don’t?... sure I would’ve liked to know earlier, sure, but this just makes you better,” he looked you up and down like a predator before coming close to your ear and purring “and hotter.” You yelped as you were suddenly tossed over his shoulder and carried down to the basement of the garage.     

Fidgeting with the lock for a moment he swung the door open and placed you in his chair. “Oh, Sinclair there is a special place in hell for us, and I will meet you there” you laughed as Bo climbed on top of you, clashing his lips against yours, hungry and lustful.  

[ajaviary]

Hi boo! I wanted to take part in your event if that's okay! I'd like the character(s) to be a surprise and I'm also completely open to poly ships, love them, even! I'm Sunny, She/Her. I'm the good student type, very focused on my studies, determined and ambitious, but as soon as I get out of class, I love the unexpected, the unknown, the adventures. As much as I like planning my far ahead future, I really enjoy not knowing what tomorrow will bring, like buying random plane tickets and leaving on my own without a dime in my pocket. I spend most of my time reading, writing, studying, traveling whenever I can. My love languages would be words of affirmation and physical touch. Tell me if you need more info, thank you so much for this event ❤️

MHA Match up - Touya Todoroki/Dabi X Keigo Tamaki x Reader (College AU)

Summary: You’ve been hitting the books a little too hard lately, studying for finals like your life depended on it and maybe it did. Touya was amazingly helpful, being your study buddy throughout the whole ordeal. It helped that he was a year above you, he had already been there and done that with a lot of the Gen Ed courses you were taking. Keigo was far more relaxed about the finals, preferring not to stress over them, but it was easy for him to say, he picked up on things so easily and his photographic memory did him so many favors. It came in handy in other ways too. While Dabi was your study buddy, Keigo was the one taking care of you both, feeding you, making sure you guys did find your way to your bed after you just couldn’t stay up any longer. You wouldn’t have believed that Keigo’s carefree attitude would rub off on either one of you but now that finals are over the three of you were off on a surprise adventure that was all Dabi’s idea.

Word Count: 3282

A/N: Thank you so much for joining my Fall in Love Event! I hope you like how this has played out! I really love the dynamic between them. Thanks again!

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You place your feet on the dashboard, your bare feet wiggling as you’d removed your sandals, this unplanned road trip was just what you needed after the dreaded finals week was officially over! It couldn’t have ended at a better time. You’d been ready to crawl into bed and sleep the moment you returned to your apartment. Those plans were derailed obviously, but you knew something was up as you’d been heading toward the bus stop, you’d left your car because Touya had dropped you off for your last exam that morning before he headed to work. Keigo had been still asleep in your bed when you both had been getting ready. To be fair, that man had the world's worst sleep schedule.

Warm fingers slid into your own, you stopped walking so quickly that Dabi had almost knocked you off your feet, his low growl in your ear as he curled his arm around your middle to keep you on your feet was well worth his irritation as you turned to look up at him. “I thought you were working!” You exclaim not at all bothered by the fact that a few of the college kids leaving have to weave around you both, but you don’t care. Your attention was all for him.

His fingers squeeze your own a little tighter his own way of telling you he’s not happy about the earphones in your ears, it was one of the reasons you hadn’t heard him call your name when you’d left the Science Building. He’d been waiting to catch you, but he’d just missed you having gotten taught up in a conversation with Tomura and Toga, when they had spotted him waiting for you. Getting the petite blonde to stop talking was nearly impossible. Thus he’d cut her off and told him he’d catch them later as he’d seen you leave through the crowd.

Touya was the one always harping on you about being aware of your surroundings. It was a safety thing, he was just trying to protect you. He knew some horrible things happened on College Campuses and he didn’t want any of those to happen to you, it was one of the reasons usually Keigo or himself would meet you outside your late night classes. It also said that he didn’t want to have an argument about them.

“I took a few days off -” He started but was immediately cut off as your hand raised to press your wrist against his forehead, checking to make sure he wasn’t sick. He looked a little flushed along the cheeks as your warm skin pressed against his forehead reminds him of what his mom used to do, when he was little. You’re much more attractive for worrying about him. Not that he doesn’t think he’s mom was cute, he does, but you're one of the ones he wants to spend the rest of his life with, so it’s different. That was another conversation to be had later, but he’d been working a lot of extra hours lately for something special, something you and Keigo weren’t aware of just why he was doing it, but Keigo knew something was up, that golden boy didn’t miss a damn thing and he was pretty sure he was snooping around his room when he’d been out.

“I’m fine,” he told you seriously, the scowl on his lips made you slid up on your tiptoes and plant a kiss on at the edge of his lips, just to hear him give a low growl as he curled his arm around your back and claim your mouth for a proper kiss, swallowing down your laughter and loving the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Yeah this was exactly where he wanted to be.

“Alright, Alright,” You tell him as you break away. “So why the time off?” The two of you had resumed walking as he led you toward his car. “It’s a surprise,” he told her with a grin, watching your face morph into a pout at the fact that he wasn’t going to tell you. Dabi already slid into the driver's seat by the time you stepped off the curb after shooting a hurried text to Keigo asking him if he knew what the surprise was. His only response was a winking emoji face which only caused you to round on the car to the passenger seat with an irritated huff. You hated being out of the loop when the guys planned things without you. It was a great little bonding time for them as they loved to tease you over what you didn’t know. You got them back though in ways that neither would ever forget.

“Don’t pout Princess,” Dabi told you with a smirk as he shot you a glance as he backed out of the parking spot and began to head toward the apartment you all shared. He wouldn’t be the first to admit the relationship the three of you had was a little odd, roommates turned shared lovers was not something that could easily be explained, but you didn’t need any labels, there was no jealousy in your relationship and things were usually open and relaxed, but today was the exception, it had to be as the surprise was for you and he refused to tell you, he was stubborn like that.

You round on him as he stops at a red light, you’d been shooting a flurry of texts back and forth with Keigo, Dabi knew because he could see the way your thumbs were flying from his peripheral. He expected you to start pestering him with questions so when you didn’t, he let his teeth sink into his lower lip, scraping his teeth over his own lip piercing as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. He didn’t want to fight with you, but the silent treatment was making him antsy. “Baby,” You ask him, as you lean over the console, your hand pressing the rest of your body toward him, this position gives you too much close contact with placing your lips so close to his ear. “Will you please tell me where we’re going?”

Touya shot you a glance with his bright blue eyes slamming to the light as he waited for it to turn green. It would turn green soon, he was sure of it. “Touya,” you ask softly, he can hear the smile in your voice as you know you’re about to get him to crack. His sigh of defeat is music to your ears as you lean back in your seat with a satisfied grin sliding along your lips. “So -” You start, letting the word drag on, as he rubs his free hand along the side of his neck where your breath had fanned over him, you did that on purpose you knew all his weak spots. “Where are we going?” you ask him again, waiting expectantly. There was no way your plan would fail you.

He had just turned into the parking lot of the apartment and pulled into one of the spots as he shut off the car and pulled his keys from the ignition. “Do you really want to know?” he asked you as he clicked the doors to unlock, he cast you a sideways glance, you didn’t catch the smirk that slid along his lips. “Yes!” You can’t help but exclaim as you throw up your hands as if that’s the most obvious answer. “We are going on a road trip,” he kept this voice as uninterested as possible as he got out of the car and closed the door, able to hear your scream of frustration before you had even opened your door. His laughter that you could hear as he walked away, should not have caused you to smile a little, you were supposed to be mad at him!

He wasn’t running from you, but his long strides were taking him further and further away from you. He let his fingers drag through Keigo’s hair as the other had been loading some bags into his SUV. You guys were taking his vehicle because it was going to be far more comfortable to ride in than his two door Mustang. “She’s all yours Hawkeye,” he told him. Keigo curled his fingers into his shirt and hauled his mouth down to his own for a quick kiss, not about to let him disappear that easily. Dabi let his fingers curl along his shoulder before he pushed away from him. “How pissed is she?” Keigo wondered his gaze darting to where you were still sitting in the passenger seat of the car. “Very,” Dabi told him with a chuckle before he disappeared into the apartment to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything and he had some extra things to pack up away from prying eyes.

Keigo watched you for a moment as you slammed the car door shut, only to stare for a moment at your bag on the floorboard and have to open the car door again to get it out, so your attempt at proving your point was lost. He chuckled to himself, his fingers dragging forward through his blonde locks to fix them, as he came over to you, your bag hanging between your fingers. He took your bag and slung it over his shoulder as he curled his arms around you from behind his chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzled against your neck. “What’s wrong Songbird?” he asked softly, his voice low and soothing, but he already knew, he knew how much you hated not being in the loop.

“Keigo,” you mutter his name, a soft prayer on your lips as you let your body sink against his own, all solid muscle and comfort. “He’s such an asshole,” you grumble and you can feel the Blonde smirk against your neck as he tilts his head, a single golden eye raising to peer up at you. “Tell me something I don’t know,” he tells you with a chuckle, his fingers digging against your sides and he’s tickling you before you can even truly suck in a breath to comment on his obvious bullshit answer. You’re laughter is filling the apartment parking lot and can do nothing more than wiggling against him, attempting to break free, but it’s half hearted as he drags you back against his chest and after a few more moments of torturing you, he’s stopped with the dragging of his fingers into your sides and they instead stroke along your sides in a tender moment of domestic bliss.

“How was your Exam?” he asks gently, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms. He won’t ever admit that he’s been a little left out given all the time Finals have taken up, but he understands; he’s just feeling lonely. Your fingers move to rest atop his much larger ones and you let your thumbs brush over his knuckles and he presses a kiss against your neck as he waits for your answer, his hip shifting to press against Dabi’s Mustang. “I think it went well, but just glad it’s over you know?” you told him and for a moment you let your head fall back against his chest. “Me too,” he can’t help but agree as he shifts your stance; he presses your back against the car as his mouth claims your own, his tongue sliding along your lower lip and your fingers tighten on his forearms as you feel his tongue enter your mouth.

Some time in between the lazy kisses between you two Touya had returned and he stood leaning over the open driver side door of Keigo’s SUV watching the two of you. Some of his friends wondered how his relationship revolved around two people, one of them another guy no less, some wondered how the three of you got along like you did, many wondered if jealousy would have played a role, the answer was no, not really. It might have been if Keigo wasn’t interested in him too. He knew how lucky he was. The love each of you felt for each other was equal, neither stood above the other as it should be. He might have continued to watch the two of you if it wasn’t for the fact, they did need to get on the road. He enjoyed watching the two of you. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease you two a little, better him than your damn nosy neighbors. You know the ones who had their opinions ready to pass out, no matter if you asked for it or not. He just didn’t like to share the two of you with anyone.

He whistled, the sound sharp and clear, one of those wolf whistles and Keigo knows it’s him and he’s also one of the more observant, so he’s very aware of the fact that he’s watching them. “Let’s put on a show for him, wadda ya say?” he murmured in your ear. Your low chuckle is the only answer he gets before your arms curl around his neck and press your lips against his own and he hooks his arms easily along your legs and your legs curl around his waist, but your breaking the kiss and resting your cheek on your arm that’s still curled along his neck over his shoulder as your gaze is on Touya’s lingering form.

You stick your tongue out at Dabi, aware by his scowl as his gaze sweeps the apartment lot, that he doesn’t like the fact that you two are being so chummy in public. He’s such a sucker for keeping you both safe, but his protective nature isn’t something that truly bothers either of you. “Do you know where we’re going?” you ask Keigo as he walks with you easily across the lot toward the car. “Not really, but he’s pretty tight-lipped about where, but he told me to take a few days off work about three weeks ago,” he told you honestly. “Wherever we’re going he wanted it to be a surprise,” he flashed Touya a bright grin as he stuck his tongue out at him as he took his time getting to the SUV. “This sort of adventure isn’t usually his thing, I’d wager this is for you,” he admitted to you softly.

Your fingers press against his shoulders as you lean back in his arms, feeling his other hand travel up higher on your back to accommodate your shift of weight without any sign of discomfort. Your men had no issues carrying you at all. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes fill with guilt and regret for getting so angry with him when Dabi had only been wanting to do something nice for you, to surprise you. He loosened his hold on you and you slid to the ground at the front of his vehicle. His fingers travel along your shoulder before he’s disappearing into the back of the car, your bag safely being stowed away. He’s giving you two a moment to clear the air before the trip. That didn’t mean he wasn’t being nosy about it, the blonde was leaning his elbows on the console from the back seat, his shoulders touching the front seats as he watched you move toward their dark haired Prince.

Touya frowned as you moved around the vehicle and ate up the distance toward him. He couldn’t see your face because the wind had blown your hair in front of your face, but he could see the tension in your shoulders, he caught the tremble of your lower lip. He sucked in a breath your name, a soft question on his lips, his blue eyes concerned. You slid your arms around his waist and he curled his arms around you without needing conscious thought. As your cheek presses against his chest, your ear over his heart listening to its rapid cadence. He can feel your fingers curl along the fabric of his shirt across his toned stomach. “I shouldn’t have gotten so mad earlier.” He closes his eyes with a sigh as his arms tighten around you, before he places a soft kiss on your temple. “You know it’s no big deal,” he says gently, hoping to reassure you and when your hold only tightens, he knew he’d have to go another route to get you to see that it wasn’t a big deal. “I love riling you up,” he can’t help but tease with a sexy chuckle, his fingers traveling up and down your back in light scratching motions. “You’re cute when you're angry,” he can’t help but continue, feeling the way your body tenses against his own. As you shove against his chest and his hold only tightens on you as he claims your mouth with his own, his hand cupping your neck as he bends you back as he deepens the kiss and your fingers curl on the fabric of his jacket.

Keigo shifts his body till he’s half way on the console of the car, he’s just as bad as Touya with watching you both. “As hot as this is we should probably hit the road or we’ll never leave the apartment,” he calls out, as Dabi sets you back on your feet, his palm cupping your cheek, his fingers curling along your neck for a moment over your racing pulse. “I’ll give you a hint (Y/N), you’ve been there before and loved it,” Dabi told you before he directed you into the SUV, you were going to go around, but instead he directs you to the drivers side and you scoot over the console Keigo has vacated and slide into the passenger seat, you look down to see your sandals on the floorboard and you smile softly at the gesture as you change out of your shoes and slip on your comfy sandals and expose your painted toes as you lean back against the seat. “I think I’ll let this be a surprise,” you tell them both watching as Touya starts up the car and you lean your seat back a little more your arm stretching up over the head rest and Keigo laces his fingers with yours from the back and you other hand reaches over to across the console and Touya’s fingers curl with your own as he begins the start of your adventurous trip.

[girl-in-the-tower]

CHAPTER I

Ramshackle Dorm - Birthday Party Venue

Kore: Woah, to think the ghosts would go all out like this just for today! Even though I told them that they didn't have to bother with it, they wouldn't listen, at all... It's... It's kind of embarrassing to be fussed over like this! If it was Grim I would have understood but this, uh...

Ah! And I'm supposed to have a guest over today as well! Hm, I guess some tea should be in order... maybe some cakes as well... I wonder if there's any sugar left...

Ace: Yo!

Kore: Ah, just a moment- Oh, it's just you, Ace.

Ace: Ha? What's that supposed to mean? 'It's just you'? It's super rude to greet your dear guest like this, you know?

Kore: Is that so? But calling you a guest is...

Ace: What's that?

Kore: Hm...

Ace: Well, doesn't matter because my feelings were hurt either way! So I'll help myself to this krumkake to make myself feel better! Let's dig in~

Kore: Hey, that- Aaah, that was meant to be for Grim. He kept complaining all day yesterday that he should have a cake all to himself too since it's a special day so I woke up extra early just to make it for him. Now he's gonna be mad...

Ace: Haa? A whole cake just for that furball? You've got to be kidding me!

Kore: What are you talking about? You know how much he likes krumkake.

Ace: Nah, I doubt there's really anything that guy won't eat... But that's not the point. You're spoiling him too much. He's gotten really fat, you know?

Kore: It's fine. I still make sure he exercises and he looks cute round like that too, so it's not a problem.

Ace: No, I definitely still think there's something wrong here. Mainly with your head.

Kore: Haaaaaaa, you wanna pick a figh-

Ace: Oh, I almost forgot! Here you go!

Kore: ... What's this?

Ace: Isn't it obvious?

Kore: Well... Huh? Wait a minute- That can't-!

Ace: Ta-da! It's a limited edition Griffons varsity jacket that's been all the rage with Magift meatheads like you~

Kore: No way!! This is- This is-

Ace: Cool, righ- Hey!! Don't jump on me like that! You almost knocked me off the chair!

Kore: Sorry, hahaha! I was so happy I just couldn't contain myself! To think that I would be able to actually get my hands onto something so valuable!

Ace: Yeah, we figured you'd like i-

Kore: This season has really been a blessing from above for them, you know? Everybody is in top shape and playing at their best! I heard their new manager actually made them go through this super difficult training regime that has been working wonders for them. Though it's only speculation so far!

Ace: Uh, Kor-

Kore: If you ask me, it's definitely also thanks to those new brooms that they ordered for the team. The wood is apparently from the Valley of Thorns and super-resistant so they go all out without worrying about breaking them. For the moves that the team is pulling, they really need that propulsion time! Even a second helps when you're in a headlock. I remember back in the vs Mandrakes game that they switched brooms in between-

Ace: Heeeeey! You Magift boar woman! Can you hear me?

Kore: Wh-Why are you yelling like that?! I'm right next to you!

Ace: Haaaa, when you start talking about Magift you might as well be in a completely different world... No wonder they all think of you as the Magift Encyclopedia. I bet you have hundreds of useless pieces of information like that stuck in your head.

Kore: You-! Huh? What's this?

Ace: A-Ah! That!

Kore: It's rice pudding- Ah! It's homemade from the Mountains!

Ace: Hm? Ah, ye-yeah... That came with the jacket...

Kore: Eh? They put pudding in jackets when they sell them?!

Ace: O-Obviously! Don't tell me you didn't know? Bwahaha, man, you sure are clueless...

Kore: ... It's my favourite flavour too...

CHAPTER II

Ace: Alright, next to the first question!

Kore: Eh?! Question?! Is this a quiz of some kind?!

Ace: I guess you could think of it like that, so anyway- Your first question as today's birthday girl issssss: "If you were stuck on a deserted island, who would you take with you?" Hm, here it says that you can't pick members of your own dorm, but given that you guys don't even have a dorm, I'm not sure that the restriction applies. Not that it matters since you wouldn't choose Grim anyway, right?

Kore: Huh? Why not?

Ace: You're serious?! You'd pick that furball?! Hey, we're talking about a deserted island here so think carefully! Don't you want to get off it?!

Kore: Well, obviously I would... But...

Ace: But?

Kore: I can do that on my own.

Ace: Huh?

Kore: Survival is all about securing shelter, food and formulating an escape plan. If it's a deserted island I assume there would be some fauna and animals too, so we could feed ourselves through fruit gathering and hunting. It might be hard if we don't have any tools, however, but I think Grim's claws would be sharp enough to cut through the skin and meat fairly easily. I make sure he takes good care of them after all.

Ace: I-I see...

Kore: If there's no drinkable water then we'll have to boil some from the sea in order to deal with the thirst. Grim's flames, when properly utilized, would be able to do such a thing. Not to mention that he could start fires to keep us warm at night and to cook food to sustain us! Also, it could be a great emergency signal if we end up at sea and need rescuing.

Ace: You want to use him as a flare?!

Kore: That sounds so mean! I would only do that as a last resort, however! Grim's pretty sensitive about having his belly scratched so I wouldn't do anything to make him uncomfortable like that!

Ace: Haaaa, I get it, I get it! So you're saying that the furball has his practical uses too. But I can't help but worry about some flaws...

Kore: Flaws?

Ace: No matter how much you feed that glutton, his stomach will never be full, you know! Whatever provisions you managed to gather, he's sure to inhale them with the first occasion!

Kore: Wah- That's a horrible thing to say! There's no way my Grim is so selfish!

Ace: My Grim?! What is he?! Your child?! And he's totally selfish, you know!!

Kore: HAAAAA?! ARE YOU REALLY PICKING A FIGHT WITH ME?!

Ace: Ca-Calm down!! I take it back, ok?! You can bring the furball with you!

Kore: Hmph.

Ace: Seriously, getting this angry over that cat...

Kore: Isn't that normal? Grim is my special person, after all!

Ace: SPECIAL PERSON?!

Kore: The person you care for a lot, like they're part of you, right? Like Cay-senpai said!

Ace: I-I see, so that's...

Kore: Being on a deserted island isn't ideal, but at the end of the day I know I can be ok on my own. Farmwork, housework - those are things that I'm used to from the Mountains. Life isn't so easy back home, but we all make do with what we can - magic or no magic. Even if I'm stuck in a bad situation, I can manage to get through so I don't need anybody else.

Well, that's what I thought before I came to this place anyway...

Ace: ...

Kore: Besides you're wrong about something!

Ace: Huh?

Kore: In order to survive it's not just physical attributes that are important, but mental ones as well. And in that case, Grim has the real trump card!

Ace: He-He does?!

Kore: Mm! You see, Grim, he... has the cutest paws and the fluffiest fur in the world!

Ace: HUH?!

Kore: Mm! Every time I feel like giving up or am reaching the end of the rope, all I'd have to do is give his paw pads a little squeeze or lay on his tummy and my mood would instantly clear up again! In a situation full of despair like that it would make a world of difference, you know?

Ace: SO HE'S THERE JUST FOR MORAL SUPPORT?!

Kore: Well, that too! It's important after all!

Ah, this pudding is really good actually...

CHAPTER III

Ace: Haaaa, I give up... Your boar mind is way too difficult to understand...

Kore: HUH?!

Ace: Anyway, let's get on with our next question and- Ah.

Kore: Hm? What is it? You suddenly stopped in the middle of the sentence. Did the falcon get your tongue, hehe?

Ace: It's a cat, not a falcon! And I only stopped because- uh...

Kore: What?

Ace: "You're offered the chance to pick another dorm, which one would you choose?"

Kore: ...

Ace: I swear, that Headmaster doesn't even think of these questions at all...

Kore: Yeah, there's no way I can answer that...

Ace: I figured. So instead! "Please share your opinions on the dorms!"

Kore: Ah!

Ace: Nice, right? You can definitely count on me when it comes to quick thinking, you know?

Kore: ... I guess.

Ace: You guess?!

Kore: I'll start with Diasomnia then!

Ace: Hey, don't ignore-

Kore: Hm, I'm not really sure about the atmosphere there but- Don't you think that their interior decor is pretty fancy? I haven't seen stuff like that in magazines for quite a while, so I feel like it's definitely something that must have required a lot of work! It's kinda dreary though, what will the windows not letting enough light and the greenery around it could stand to be looked after better, hm...

Ace: So you're only interested in the decor, huh? Alright, what about Ignihyde?

Kore: It's too technological.

Ace: Huh, I guess that you're right. For somebody like you, it would really be a struggle living there...

Kore: ...

It's even more depressing than Diasomnia, so I feel like I would be stuck in a bad mood without enough sunlight, you know? Though I must admit, it really is super clean inside! That's a very important detail! Clean homes are necessary for good health!

Ace: There you go again, sounding like a mom... Next is Pomefiore!

Kore: IT'S SUPER FLASHY!

Ace: I know~?

Kore: No, no, you don't get it! It's so flashy it actually scares me! All that pomp and glamour! The rugs themselves look like something from the fall collection that sold out about twenty years ago and the chandeliers are bound to be at least four times Theo's salary! Walking through those hallways is like stepping on opulence! A continuous loop of flashiness!

Ace: HEY! Get a hold of yourself! Let's go over to- Ah, Scarabia...

Kore: It's so hot there!!

Ace: Oh, yeah, you're super weak to heat so you'd definitely hate it there. Right?

Kore: Mm, hate is... I think that if it was the old me, I would never have even stepped in there. But now I feel like... Yeah! I definitely think that I can give it another try! Scarabia is pretty rich too, but it feels more homely? There's a lot of people gathered around and there are banquets and feasts pretty often too. It's always lively and warm... In a way, I imagine that's what a home would feel like...

Ace: ...

Kore: I can't say the same for Octavinelle however. Hmph!

Ace: Bwahaha, that's true. It really feels like you'd get scammed in there pretty quick.

Kore: Not even that! But building a dorm underwater? I admit the decor is pretty nice and classy, but the atmosphere is too cold! There's a lot of types that I can't get along with at all so it would definitely be a miserable time for me. No, I definitely don't want to set foot there ever again!

Ace: I totally get it~ All that commotion after the exams was enough for me too. Guess the same goes for Savanaclaw too, then?

Kore: ...

Ace: HA?!

Kore: I-I refuse to believe that anybody who loves Magift is a bad person!

Ace: There's that meathead in you talking again! Are you seriously that obsessed with it?! I feel like there's a sickness that applies in this case!!

Kore: He-Hey!! That's way too- I understand that what they did was bad, and I definitely haven't forgiven Kingscholar-senpai yet, but there are definitely good points to them as well! I think!

Ace: So you're not even sure?!

Kore: A-Anyway, as for Heartslaybyul-

Ace: Don't go changing the subject!

Kore: - if I had to pick that would be my favourite.

Ace: Huh?

Kore: I love Scarabia too, a lot, but at the end of the day all that rich atmosphere is scary. I really don't feel like I would belong there at all. I'd stick out like a sore thumb among everybody else - more than usual at the very least. But in Heartslaybyul, even if Rosehearts-senpai is strict, I feel like everybody is sort of content with the oddness. There's not much that stands out about it, but I think that's what makes it so appealing, you know?

Ace: ... So... what you're saying... Is that we're a shabby dorm full of weirdoes?

Kore: I-I wouldn't go that far...

Ace: But that's the gist of it, isn't it?!

Kore: Ummmmm...

Ace: ... Alright, I get it.

Kore: Huh?

Ace: You know, it just so happens that there's one more thing I have to tell you about.

Kore: One more thing?

Ace: Yup! You see, there's this tradition where the presenter has to give the 'gift of fortune' in order to make sure this ends up being a great birthday! And it just so happens that you're lucky enough to have me here today to deliver the goods~

Kore: Huh? What are you-

[SPLATTER]

Kore: ...

Ace: BWAHAHA, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST STOOD THERE LIKE THAT!

Kore: ...

Ace: Oh man, the look on your face is hilarious! Oh, let me take a quick picture to show the others too!

Kore: ...

Ace: Ok, so then- He-Hey! Don't- AUGH! MY FOREHEAD!