#cuz one day you'll be good at it and have to figure out what you're going to do about it

[fluffytriceratops]

I am DESPERATE for some 2k3 Donatello dating headcanons, literally give me anything PLEASE I AM OBSESSED

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 [𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑]

notes: i gotchu bestie. <3 lemme know if you guys want these for the other 2k3 turts as well! :D also sorry for taking literal ages to get this request done for you! thank you sm for requesting i hope you have a wonderful day/night! <3

warnings: brief nsfw mentions, mature language, 

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover  @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1 [if i've forgotten anyone i'm so sorry please comment or dm me and let me know and i'll add you right away so i don't forget in the future!]

(if you would like to be tagged in my future tmnt x reader related work, feel free to let me know and i'll happily add you!)

i love you all sm! i'm sending all the virtual hugs and well wishes to you!! <33

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- as usual, 2003 donnie has an obsession with coffee. so if you get this mans some coffee expect an INSTANT marriage proposal. [honestly what ver of donnie doesn't have a coffee addiction?] 

- likes to do your hair. it's calming to him and helps him think. hes watched a lot of youtube videos and stuff for it, so he knows what he's doing too. he likes to try new styles n stuff on you. everyone knows when he's particularily stressed or can't seem to figure something out because you seem to have a new hairsyle everyday until he's fixed whatever it is that's bugging him, 

- will also handmake beads and stuff to put in your hair. <3 

- makes jewelry for you, esp out of silverware and other things. it always turns out so beautifully. 

- late night drives. donnie has insomnia and his brain works a lot during the night/evening. so expect to hang out a lot with him during this time. driving at night at new york is super pretty and peaceful too. esp when it's just the two of you. [so long as you don't mind the hectic city hehe-]

- cuddling with him while he works. includes sleeping on him/in his lab when he works really late into the night. he'll later carry you to bed. 

- painting on his shell/body for funzies. and if he does the same to you don't expect it to look too great because 2k3 donnie can't draw for shit. 

- donnie will gift you homemade cards with stick figures on the cover cuz again he cant draw but he knows you'll adore it no matter what just because he made it. plus you think its funny as hell and he adores your laugh. 

- hes actually really good at photography. and he has loads of pictures of you. you two go out and take pictures together sometimes. it's always a lot of fun. and they always turn out great. 

- late night talking sessions are a normal for you. 

- donatello tries his best to get you to sleep at a decent time, but sometimes you'll refuse if he isn't coming to bed with you just to get him to go to sleep earlier. he'll probably lay with you for a while, unable to actually sleep. maybe he'll read or listen to music to help pass the time. sometimes he will also sneak back out of bed once you've fallen asleep, and when you catch him you give him a good talking to. 

- he really needs to take better care of himself. he's always putting those he cares for above himself. so you're always there to make sure he's okay and that he's doing what he needs to do to be happy and healthy. 

- you guys hardly ever fight. donnie isn't one to argue with you. he's a very gentle and kind soul. he rarely raises his voice. (but when he does you find it hot as FUCK- lets be honest--) 

- fix it felix. always fixes things for you, even if you dont ask it of him. if he's at your place and notices something needs to be fixed he'll just do it for you. even if you insist he doesn't have to, he will anyway because he loves you. it brings him joy. and honestly, you should just let him because it probably stresses him out a little thinking about how your door isn't closing properly or your car sounds funny or your light keeps flickering- 

- you like to prank him on occassion, this includes the whole "i filled my tank with the special gas-" or "i let them put premium air in my tires and they gave me a really good deal". it freaks and stresses him out, at least in the moment hehe. its very funny but keep in mind he'll get you back. 

- him reading to you sfghfdgkjhdfg (id die please-) esp if you have trouble sleeping or something. 

- coffee dates are a must. even if you dont drink coffee. 

- donnie napping curled up on your chest/on top of you. you tracing the grooves of his shell. you've learned he finds this very comforting and it helps him fall asleep. 

- hes a definite switch- lmao.

- very gentle and understanding. he's like your personal diary or therapist and you're the same for him. 

[stardustpinkart]

Lucifer transformed back into his normal form. "Sorry for scaring you. I see you've discovered singing." He mused, sitting next to him.

Adam nodded, grinning. "It's fun, I really like it. I think it sounds nice... Um- ... I'm sorry, which one are you?" Lucifer tilted his head and laughed lightly. "Lucifer. I usually stay as a snake when I enter the garden?" The man perked up. "Oh yeah! The white one! I'm Adam!"

Lucifer couldn't help but grin at the human's enthusiasm. He adored it to be honest. "Trust me, we all know who you are. How are you enjoying life so far?" "Oh, I really like it! I like learning new things about myself. So far I've learned that I like sweet things, like fruit, and soft things like those other horse things- with the.. branches.. on their heads?" "Deer?" "Yeah, deer, I like those."

The angel smiled along with Adam, just as excited as he was about his discoveries. "You wanna know what else is soft? Here, I think you'll like it." He extended one of his wings out for Adam to feel, accidentally brushing it against his side. The human jumped and covered his side, a surprised grin spreading across his face followed by a sweet sounding giggle.

Lucifer gasped and scooted closer. "You're ticklish! I didn't know we were giving that to humans! Oh this is great, you're going to have so much fun-" "What's.. What's ticklish?"

The angel grinned, excitedly. "Lift your arms a little bit, I'll show you." Adam did as he was told, lifting his arms up. Again, Lucifer extended his wings, gently brushing them against Adam's sides. The human snorted and slammed his arms down, laughing. Lucifer pulled his wings back to avoid having them stuck under Adam's arms, instead reaching out and gently digging into the sides of his tummy.

Adam shrieked and threw his head back, laughing. Not wanting to overwhelm him, Lucifer slowed to a stop, and pulled his hands back. After a moment of giggling and catching his breath, the human looked back up at the angel, sitting up and smiling.

"Can you do that again?" -------------------------------------------

Based on this cute lil fic I found on Tumblr :) Theres an abudance of Hazbin stuff at the mo, a lot of it really good!

Its nice to think how it might have been in the early days. I grew up catholic, schools and the like(though we didnet really go to church or anything) so I know a few bits. The basic stories, Adam and eve, etc. I believe Lucifer was gods most beloved angel, even had a diffrent name, untill he fell. And that supposedly it hurt him terribly when his beloved angel did.

So since Hazbin already has an alternate lore, what REALLY happened in the beggining. I'm sure Adam would be a lot more innocent to begin with, more pleasant, after all, being nearly made, exploring LIFE. The worst aspects maybe came later especially if heaven and its angels overlypraised him, "Adam could do NOTHING wrong", which led to his arrongance and rudeness and cruelty. Perhaps in the beggining, Lucifer and Adam were even friends? It was later events that changed all that.

There is NO sexual themes here, just that of COURSE, Adam and Eve were naked in the garden. They coevered themsleves in leaves in shame after eating the fruit of knowledge right?

I was stumped for colours cuz, they do seem to vary. Like, Sir pentious, his new form was a lot less scary and threatening in heaven. SO I figured, when he was still alive and just starting in the world, he would have a more mortal colour scheme yeah? As would Lucifer have a softer angelic colour scheme back then

I really enjoyed drawing this :)

[archangeldyke-all]

I have an idea but it's a bit iffy for some so it's totally alright if you don't want to write it! Headcanons about being Sevika's controversially young gf? So basically an age gap but all legal. Again, totally ok if it's not your cup of tea!

totally my cup of tea considering i, too, would be a controversially young gf if i ever managed to pull sevika

men and minors dni

i mean, she's not that old. i think in act one she's in her early thirties, in act two and three she's in her early fourties?

in canon i don't think she or many other people would give a shit. at least in zaun.

i think the attitude is more like 'if u can find love, hold tf onto it,' even if just for basic survival reasons.

if you guys ever went up to piltover, you might get a few strange looks. but in the undercity? everyone's cool with it. they're more focused on the war to give a shit about two consenting adults' relationship.

plus, sevika's not the type to let people talk shit about her girl. i doubt anyone would have the balls to say anything to her about your age gap.

ALSO? i don't think sevika dates someone unless she's absolutely enamored with them and can't go on without them. so it's not like she's just dating a younger girl to date a younger girl. she's dating you cuz you're you.

the chemistry you guys have, the way you make her laugh, the easy camaraderie you share-- that's why she's with you.

i could definitely see her being more sensitive about it in a modern setting tho.

she absolutely adores you, and worries that she's holding you back. she doesn't get what someone as young as you would see in someone like her, she thinks she's too boring for you. and she sees the looks you guys get in public.

the longer you're together, the less she worries about it, the more confident she is in the fact that you guys are a perfect match for each other, if a little unconventional.

your friends and family all agree. you're like a match made in heaven.

sometimes she gets really worried about it though. you woke up one night to sevika staring down at you like she'd been studying you all night.

"you don't think i'm too old for you?" she asks immediately. you blink up at her, still groggy from sleep.

"no, babe, you're a milf." you mumble, rubbing your eyes. she blinks.

"what's a milv?"

"a milf. m-i-l-f. mom i'd like to fuck." you explain.

"...i'm not a mom." she says after a minute.

you chuckle, staring up at her. "no, but you are a mommy."

she groans at your joke, throwing an arm around you and settling in to sleep.

after that, 'milf' is a regular part of her vocabulary. her instagram bio is just your anniversary, followed by, 'sevika. gym rat. reader. milf.'

there's parts of your age gap that she finds really entertaining.

you get to introduce her to all kinds of media from your generation that she'd never heard of.

we (by 'we' i mean people 18-25ish) grew up with so much good young adult media! like imagine getting sevika to read the hunger games for the first time. she'd eat that shit up.

she'd love the 2010's cartoons you show her too, especially the dumb ass lighthearted ones-- regular show, bob's burgers, that kinda thing.

she has no patience for technology, so it's a relief that any time she has an issue with a device she can just pass it off to you to figure it out. because if it was up to her? she'd smash the thing and call it a day.

when you're together long enough, you guys can even joke about it with each other. she'll teasingly call you a gold digger, and in return, you'll call her a perv.

some people might not understand it, but that doesn't matter, because to you and sevika? your relationship is the only thing in the world that makes sense.

[impactedfates]

Hello! Is it alright if I request platonic headcanons for Dan Heng, March 7th, and Welt with a teen!reader who’s really calm and chill? They don’t cause trouble/chaos, has a really calming presence, easy to talk to, is mostly mature for their age, but they aren’t cold or blunt. They are nice but not naive, and they are quite observant + smart when they need to be, so they’re good at solving problems (reader is kind of like the calmest one on the Astral Express lol)

Please remember to take breaks and to stay hydrated! Your health comes first :)

A/N: Yes it's alright :D Thank you, I'll remember to take breaks and drink water, you will too alright?? I'm so sorry if this came out so late :sob: I didn't mean to make you wait for so long!

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Found Family (Express Family)

Format: Head Cannons (Separate)

Warnings: None

Extra: Reader slightly of taller then March despite being younger // Grandpa Welt <33 // Reader was also found in ice along with March

Dan Heng admires how calm you can be, even in stressful situations and is thankful at how observant and smart you are. Likely helping the group get out of certain situations due to it. You're rather different to the girl who was found floating near you in ice and he noticed quickly how you two were almost polar opposites.

He enjoys having another person on board the express who's calm and he's thankful you're easy to talk too. And that you don't mind how closed off he is himself, he's also thankful you don't cause trouble on missions or the express and rather you help defuse them.

He sees you as a younger sibling and makes sure you're being taken care of as well. Everyone on the express is his family and he will ensure all will be protected. This means you have to eat your vegetables, hydrate and sleep.

I see you two relaxing in the archives as you help him with adding things into the Data Banks when neither of you can sleep. And when you do ultimately fall asleep, he carefully carries you back to your room and tucks you in before continuing working himself.

Also, despite being younger then most of the express, you're more mature then a good few of them which are adults. And he's unsure if he should be concerned cuz of that fact.

March 7th is older then you, but she considers you her twin! Simply because you were both found on the same day, and even though everyone knows you're a teen so younger then she is. People go along with it.

She complains a bit about being shorter then you, one of the times she doesn't call you her twin. But she means well, all her little annoyances and complaints with you slightly being taller is a joke.

Anytime she's stuck on a puzzle she always call for you (And I mean like, those puzzles you buy in shops) and always watches intently as you figure it out.

She's of course aware at how calm and chill you are, and honestly. When you two first got to know each other she wanted to see what would change that. Pulling pranks and attempting to annoy you but not too much. Yet you still stayed calm.

She's very interested at how you're so calm in nearly every situations, now a days. She accepts it as you and won't try to break the calmness you have. If she's ever having a bad day, she comes to you. You oddly have an aura that helps her calm down.

When Welt saw not one but TWO ice blocks containing people in it, he was shocked. However wasted no time in saving the two of you. Just like March you seemed to have lost your memories and he's determined to help you find out your past.

He sees you as his grandkid, and was even a bit protective of you at first. However seeing your calm nature and how smart you were in many situations calmed himself down. He's still worried if you go on missions but he trusts that you'll be protected.

He's not that surprised you act so differently to March when you two were both in ice however he does find it amusing in a way. You're still a teen so even if he does trust you now to go on missions, he wants you to update him.

Just like Dan Heng, he's thankful you're not only chill but don't cause problems, also you're rather mature for your age, if you were older then he'd definitely consider putting you in charge of the train if Dan Heng wasn't able too take charge. Considering you're age currently, only Dan Heng is in charge.

DIWNDJFEHW. Hopefully I'll be able to finish the next requests in the following days, I feel so bad for not being able to write them yet :,)

[lycheedr3ams]

little blog announcement

TLDR: my könig fanfics from here on out will be focused on discovering his character rather than porn

rant below the cut

before you read this, just look into his eyes for a moment. are you seeing what i'm seeing? the pain and hardships he went through? the years of training and going to bed with broken bones and bruises and a bloody nose? the tears he cried alone because he had no one? can you see how many times he had to pick himself up because he was the only one he had? can you see the man who didn't get to live his dream, who couldn't be the one thing he wanted to be?

i have been thinking a lot about könig's character, story, personality, etc., and i've decided that i want to dedicate my fanfictions moving forward (for the most part) to things that only really make sense for his character. so, this means no porn without plot from me anymore.

there is so much porn without plot out there for könig, and i'm far from the best smut writer. there is an abundance of porn for könig, but far, far less fanfictions (even fewer halfway good ones) that actually have to do with his character. i don't mean disrespect to any fanfic writer, but i'm just very tired of the mischaracterization of könig. the same thing happens to ghost's character too, and several blogs have also posted about these mischaracterization issues.

yeah, some people might say this take is "too deep" or "it's not that serious", but i feel very connected to könig since i am similar to him in a lot of ways (obviously not in terms of being a killer lol). i have spent a lot of time lately just thinking about his character, and the more i think about him, the more i realize that there is so fucking much that most fanfic writers are missing about könig.

yes, we all love könig's accent, height, cock, and everything else that makes him sexually attractive. but what about the little boy who was bullied his whole life, who never had any friends, the one who dropped out of high school to join the army? the one who worked his way up from nothing to become a fierce and respected soldier? after all the porn without plot is said and done, what thoughts go through könig's mind at the end of the day? how does he interact with others? my point being, i want to dedicate my blog more to understanding his character. if you want könig porn without plot, there are many other blogs to find that from. I AM NOT SAYING PORN WITHOUT PLOT IS INHERENTLY BAD! Just that I don’t want to contribute to it.

I will still have porn without plot on my blog, but i will not be writing it myself.

this doesn't mean that i won't post könig porn. oh fuck no, i will have könig porn, but it will be in the context of a story and his character overall than just porn without plot. now, i might break this rule here and there if i have a really good idea, but i'd like to stick as close to my new personal rule as possible. i'm still going to finish the death's angel AU, and i will still be taking requests for butcher!könig cuz that AU is just so good.

but other than that, i seriously want to dedicate this blog to truly understanding könig: to getting under his skin and picking his brain and figuring out who he is behind the hood, who he is other than an austrian military sex symbol many of us - myself included - have made him out to be

if you disagree or don't like this, just don't interact. no need to be hateful. you'll get blocked if you're rude :)

[montimer]

John Doe (Joker) x reader

I would have never written this if my friend doesn't show me the game. I've been avoiding it cuz of the ship but now i fell for yet another ver of joker. The bruce x selina in the game is so darn cute tho^^ ty friend

Gn!reader

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Sitting at a restaurant with John in front of you. He had a wide smile on his face, just happy to be here, with you.

He has been having issues with expressing his love towards Harley. If he'd asked you you'd say shes no good for him. But you didn't wanted to break the poor guys heart.

He had asked you many questions including dating.

"Why should i answer that? Im not Harley"

"Just, just try please, i know you're good with impressions!"

Sighting but you gave in. He gave out a chuckle.

"If i brough you a flower would you like it? Would a poem be too much? What should i even say? What should i start the conversation with?"

You tried your best answering them. He usually gave you a nod or asked you to explain further.

After too many questions you stopped him.

"You know i think you should just be yourself..."

"But how? If i don't even know who i am.."

"If you keep pretending to be something you're not, you're gonna get tired of it. It won't feel natural ya know? If you be yourself, it'll have this comfortable feeling to it. Like you don't have to try too hard to be something ur not. You wouldn't want someone to fall in love with just a pretend. I think ur sweet and caring John. You deserve love"

He stared at you, almost surprised?

"Im sure you'll find yourself. Who you ment to be"

"W-wow, if i could blush i would!"

You just smiled at him

"Thanks a lot really! You always know what to say, im so happy. I want to be as wise as you one day!"

He got up and went over to hug you. You just petted his shoulders. Poor guy, he deserves better than anyone in that rotten Pack. Even if you were part of it.

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He made you feel kind of warm inside..He did take pictures of you and hanged them around his room.

He sure isn't shy to be loud about his love. But is it really just friendship he wants?

He stared at you often. He is always so happy to see you, waving and yelling hi at you.

He could yap for hours. What he loved so much about you is that you would always listen.

When a mission was on he'd already made the decision that hes going with you. He would think it was natural.

He loves spending activities with you. He'll remember all your interests.

The guy sometimes follows you around like a lost puppy.

Your smile made him feel all warm and fuzzy. He loves to stay in your presence

He loved to see you fight, it get his adrenalin pumping.

He wanted to impress you so bad. With his jokes, with his 'strength'. With his colourful sense of style..

He did feel uneasy whenever someone got a bit too close to you. You're his best friend not theirs! He just couldn't figure out that what he felt was jealousy.

He wouldn't deny the fact that you're quite handsome/pretty.

Oh could it be? He slowly placed the puzzles together in his head. Maybe, maybe he did wanted to be more than friends. But would you return his love? Is he good enough for you?

Thats it, he gotta make the perfect plan so you'll fall in love with him for sure! Oh he can't wait, to hold,kiss and hug you.

[angeledeggs]

Would you write something about MC being railed by the Courtiers in their demon form (and how we convince them to rail us in the first place) Thank Chu!!

I would 😂 thanks for the request! <3

Valerius🍷:

Probs a bit concerned for you at first, I mean... You're really into that?

Well, he's not shaming. After all, he is a bit charmed by the fact that you're attracted to him at all, even in his demon form.

If he ever realizes you want to get railed in his demon form (or if you tell him), he'll probably have to think about it for awhile.

After all, he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you with his claws or teeth or anything. And he is a bit self conscious of his demon form, anyways.

But he does, admittedly, get more confident when he finally notices the way you look at him in his demon form one day. He gets very.. confident, so to speak. Maybe a bit too confident.

Maybe just confident enough to push you onto the counter and bust your back out.

Or not. Who knows. He probably just keeps drinking his wine and chilling, like always. But if you keep looking at him like that-- he is going to go insane.

After a few more moments of you just looking at him in such a way, he dosent need convincing in the slightest. He would kill to get you under him at this point.

And that's exactly what he does.

Vlastomil🐛:

Probably extremely oblivious about it and will stay that way unless you come out and say it. And when you do (or if he figures it out on his own, then in that case, props to him.) he is absolutely SHOOK.

I mean, he's just giving you his dead stare and is like, "pardon me?". He already doesn't think of himself as quite desirable even in his human form cause of his age but like him in--

,,his demon form??

He doesn't know whether to be horrified or aroused.

Probably a bit of both, really.

He keeps trying to confirm it, like, "are you sure, my love?? you've seen me in my demon form, yes? I literally get covered in slime and grow a few feet taller---"

And when it finally sinks in that, oh, you really are into it, he gets much too confident about it. It's like a switch has been flipped or something, cuz he's immediately teasing you and getting you worked up just cause he knows now that you're into it.

Like Valerius, he dosent need much convincing to completely wreck you until the sun falls and rises, I mean, if you want it so bad, who is he to deny you?

Valdemar💉:

They're practically always in their demon form (or at least pretty close to it) so don't think that they don't happen to notice the way your gaze lingers on them.

Of course they'd love to get the chance to give you what you need, but they don't want to make it that easy for you.

After all, what good is a reward without a little work?

But you don't really say anything about it. But Valdemar knows that you want them. And so they finally decide to take matters into their own hands.

They put you to work in their dungeons for hours, knowing you'll do it for them. They feel a bit bad when it's dark and you're just finishing up, so they grab you by the shoulders and lead you away from the work.

They savor the silence before they speak, their body shaking slightly before they lean down and whisper to you. "May I?"

In the end, they don't need much convincing when you're there in front of them, looking so easy to make a delicious mess out of.

Volta🍰:

Like Vlastomil, she's probably going to not even notice that you're attracted to her demon form for a while.

Like, a while.

And then one day, she just realizes it right when you were about to tell her and she is... Shocked, for lack of a better term.

She dosent quite like the way she looks in her demon form. She dosent have much control over it though and while the pain stopped long ago, she knows the bones that snap out of her skin and the melting bits of her flesh might not be that attractive.

But you like it? You think it's hot?

She's... Flattered, really.

Probably doesn't need too much convincing. Like, as long as you reassure her that her sharp bones probably won't poke you and that you don't mind the melty bits of her skin, she is completely down to fuck you.

She kind of thinks you deserve it, anyway, for being so cute.

Vulgora⚔️:

Knows that you think their demon form is hot, but they won't do a damn thing unless you say it.

After all, they want to hear you say it.

They will definitely act smug when you finally say it. If you're very shy and just insinuate it, they'll take that too. Their endgame is to give you what you want, anyways

They definitely don't need an ego boost with how self confident they are, but it definitely gives them one anyway knowing that you think their demon form is hot.

Oh, but they're not gonna just come out and fuck you without you asking them to.

And even if you do, they'll be all sly about it, like, "ohh, i don't know, should i?" And they'll only stop when they see you getting frustrated.

They're giving you what you want in the end when they toss you on the bed and their bones snap into much taller, unnatural forms.

They just needed you to convince them, really.

(or not).

❀

[faulty-writes]

Hello, I'm asking as an anon cuz its my first time requesting and I'm kind of nervous but I was wondering how would bakugou,deku,todoroki(+iida if you want<3) react to they're significant other doing the bumpy ride trend? where they balance a thing on their head and dance? Example : https://www.youtube.com/shorts/eWBDUeWgMXI and then they get very flustered lol love u<33

[ Oh God, is that what the kids are up to these days? Welp, best of luck to them! I know my limit for headcanons is usually three, but we all know how much I love Iida so he had to be included in this. So I hope you enjoy this rare, four-character headcanon set. P.S. Love you too, anon. ]

"What the hell are you doing!?" Katsuki couldn't care less about the 'trends' extras were trying. The only type of social media he liked was about heroes. Still, he was curiously angry when he walked into your room to see you balancing something on your head while moving around. The fact that you were having trouble keeping that thing on your head made him roll his eyes.

He thought you had enough common sense to know when to quit following this stupid trend. However, you didn't and he wasn't shy about sharing his opinion. "Why are you wasting your time doing this, dumbass? Trends are only for extras with nothing else to do!" You tried not to let him bother you, after all, you were just having fun.

He usually didn't care about anyone's safety but his own. But damn it, you were different. When you tried to balance dangerous or heavy things on your head while dancing, he'd scold you. "Idiot! Be careful, damn it!" He'd snatch whatever item away from you and quickly replace it with another before flushing as he admitted, "I just...d-don't want you to get hurt, dumbass."

Most believed Katsuki could not laugh or find humor in anything that wasn't someone else's misery. But after some time of seeing you perform this trend continuously. He couldn't help but smile. Yeah, it was a rare sight to see him smile, hell even see him happy. But damn if he didn't admire your determination and that cute look on your face whenever the particular item you were balancing on your head fell off mid-dance.

Izuku would more than likely respond to seeing you perform the bumpy ride trend with curiosity, after his initial surprise. His curiosity would lead him to research everything about this particular trend. He would even watch videos of others performing it, trying to figure out what the most effective strategy is to master it.

Naturally, due to his desire to save and protect others, he'd make sure you always performed the trend in a safe environment. In addition, he'd make sure you used safe items to balance on your head. Usually, he'd help you gather empty bottles or provide one of his All Might plushies for you to use.

You'd usually assign him to record your attempts on your phone so you could upload them later. While he was uncertain about this, he did it because he wanted to help you and show his support. Of course, he was particular about how he would record you. He'd always make sure he was standing at the correct distance, that it was the correct angle, and that the lighting was good. No surprise, you ended up getting a bit impatient with him.

"H-hey it's okay…maybe w-we can look over my notes to s-see what you're doing wrong, y-you'll get it eventually!" He'd always have some encouraging words for you whenever you failed at your bumpy ride trend attempts which was appreciated considering you usually took your frustrations out on him.

"Um…are you alright?" Shoto's initial response to seeing you perform the bumpy ride trend is confusion. He doesn't bother with social media or understand its trends. This leads you to have to explain it to him which only confuses him more.

Before jumping to any conclusion about whether this trend was safe or unsafe, Shoto would observe you performing it. This would help him determine if he should intervene or not. He knew he didn't have a right to tell you what you could and couldn't do. But as your significant other, it was his job to protect you no matter what. He'd do that even if you hated him for it.

His concern eventually led him to suggest alternative trends you could do together. He knows that you'll probably argue with him, but he also knows that it's important to do things that strengthen your bond in romantic relationships and frankly, if he could convince you to do alternative trends with him, he could keep you safe.

He would congratulate you when you finally managed to dance and balance something on top of your head without it falling. But he's unsure exactly what to say which leads him to flush as he struggles to find the words. "That's nice…I am…happy that you accomplished what you wanted to." He still wouldn't understand it, but he'd try to be proud of you in his own way.

"I strictly advise against this form of social entertainment!" It was no surprise that Tenya found social media trends to be a waste of time. The fact that said trends didn't have any academic or structural value added to his distaste for them.

Even after conducting thorough research regarding the "bumpy ride" trend, he still doesn't approve of it, but he knows his disapproval won't sway you from attempting it. So, he overanalyzes it and creates a structured plan to help you perfect and achieve your desired outcome.

Despite not wanting to share his or your "personal" life on the internet, he agrees to document your attempts at this trend. "Are you most certain you wish to perform this again?" The videos he records are typically unedited, which gains your account numerous followers who like to point out his strange way of talking and the fact he's constantly chopping his hands in front of the camera in your videos.

After some time, he finds out that your classmates know about the bumpy ride trend and your videos which he helped upload to your social media account. Even though he feels embarrassed, he explains the pros and cons of the trend. He also explains why he supports you and how he will continue to do so until you master your techniques to accomplish your desired outcome.

[jaidens]

But I can see us lost in the memory — Hobie Brown •°. *࿐

pairing(s) : hobie brown (spider-punk) x reader

warning (s) : small-ish makeout scene

a/n : end rushed cuz i didnt know how to end it sorry loll 🙏

requested? ✔

wc : 1697

Whenever Hobie lost you, he couldn't cope with himself. He watched as the portal closed, losing the connection between your souls. It let him to a place of darkness, enclosing himself in feelings and engineering. He sat upon hours and hours trying to figure out how to get a way to you. Every time he tried, it unfortunately would explode and ended up in a quick spray of a fire extinguisher. Hobie begin to lose himself in-between time, losing sleep which ended up in laziness made in the being Spider-Punk. Whenever he was contacted by Miguel and Spider-Woman, he knew it was time to get over himself and go help out.

When Hobie found himself helping the group of Spiders, he found himself losing focus from the mission. That would end up Hobie being yelled at for his cloudy head. He knew it wasn't a good idea to not think about you, but you'll never leave his mind, for as long as he lives, he swears. Spider-Woman confronts him about this, pulling him in a corner.

“Are you still thinking about her?” She speaks, quieter if someone might overhear their conversation. “If you are, I might be able to help you.” She suggests, watching Hobies’ eyes brighten. He immediately nods and walks behind her. She takes them into a room, with computers and wires crowding the walls. “We had a break through with finding her. She doesn't have a watch, and the web is falling apart, we have a small chance of getting her. But we'll take it.”

Hobie can't help but smile. He's leaning over the computer, staring at the one part of the signal coming from your universe. “I wanna go. Even if the chance is smaller than anything. I have to see her again.”

Jessica smiles at him, her hand laying on her stomach. Hobie's young, he's only 17, and she feels a motherly instinct to make him happier. Jessica explains how the connection works and what Hobie has to do. Hobie looks up at Jessica, “Are you sure this is going to work? You're totally sure?” His accent becomes thicker in worry, in the chance that his hopes are too high for his love again.

“I can't say I'm sure, Hobie, but if you're sure you wanna go, you can. I think you should do it.”

Jessica pulls the chair next to him. to sit down, her hand on his shoulder as he pulls his electric guitar off his shoulder and sets it down on the ground as he thinks. He sees Jessica's concerned look as he sets his hand on his forehead. “Don't stress about this. If anything happens, we're able to get you back.”

He nods once more, standing up, mounting his guitar back onto his shoulder. “I'm gonna do it yeah. It'll be good to try.” Hobie states, shrugging at the end as Jessica begins to set everything up. The computer whirring up covers any noises he hears, he focuses as Jessica's fingers tap rapidly against the keyboard’s keys. She hands him a watch, a Universe key popped up and he presses the small button, ensuring he is doing this.

A portal appears, colors or oranges and blues and squares spinning quickly causing the boxes around the room to begin floating from the unwanted energy. Jessica hugs him before he goes, tapping his back lightly. “Be careful. Now, go find your girl.” She smiles as she pulls away, her eyes have brightened seeing Hobie's behavior and self-conscious beginning to fade away as he pulls away and walks into the portal. He waves at Jessica before he's ripped away into the web of universes.

He's dropped into an unfamiliar world. It's New York City from what he recognizes, but the city is normal. The only abnormality he can tell is the fact that his powers are gone, he can no longer use his webs. He stands in Times Square, people crowding and pulling around on the streets, rushing to day jobs and tourists running around taking pictures of everything.

He looks at himself in a passing building, his clothes are normal, well for as normal as they can get. His baggy cargo jeans stay the same, and his t-shirt but he notices the fact that he doesn't look the same. He's more defined and the same to the other people he sees. After taking himself in, he notices a small coffee shop. He decides to walk away from the boring Starbucks he sees and into the coffee shop.

People are crowding around the counter, ordering quickly with no care to the barista, yelling their order before taking their direction and mind back to their phone. He stands behind a smaller lady, her hair pulled up into a wrap as she holds onto a bag and a pair of glasses. She turns her head and smiles at him and he gives a small smile out of kindness.

When he finally looks up, he sees you. Your uniform is tied onto your body, a small smile as you hand the man his coffee order. He feels as if he is dreaming. He pinches himself. He's definitely not dreaming. Here you are, standing in front of him after years of dreaming and working to see you. You're not paying attention as you're putting something in the register until you hear something.

“Can I have a small coffee and a biscuit Dear?” The British accent rings in your ears. Your head pulls up quickly as soon as you hear it. The boring indie album is forgotten as you focus on him. He stands there, smiling brightly with tears welling in his eyes. You're holding onto the iPad in front of you.

Hannah, your coworker, gets closer to you and whispers: “Who is that amazing tall sack of handsome that's making you freeze?”

“Is that really you? Hobie?” Leaves your lips quietly. Barley above a whisper, your lip begins to shake. Everything is coming back to you. The feelings, the breakdowns, the tears, the yelling, the everything. You've spent your time back on your Earth wondering about everything. Would Hobie come back to you? Would you ever see his beautiful face again? Feel his hands on you? You couldn't answer a single question until today.

“It's me darling. I've found you.”

You run around the counter and jump into his arms. Feeling in Hobie is the best feeling that has ever gone through you. His hand runs on your back as he feels you shake with emotions and you're gripping your arms around his neck. “Wanna leave and get home yeah?”

You fall off of him and tell your coworker Hannah to clock you out and you're leaving as you chase out with Hobie to get to your apartment you used to share with him years ago. You're holding his hand as you run through the warm, august air. New York City has never been extremely pleasant, the people and the grime everywhere lurks around, but the feeling of Hobie makes your mind give up any fears you may have had. He's him. He's the only boy who'll make your mind mush.

Once you get to your condo, you rush for your keys and unlock the door. Hobie walks in after you and notices it hasn't changed since the last time he saw you. His first concert photograph still stays framed in the hallway, his guitar is placed by the couch. You stare at his backside as he admires the apartment.

“It isn't that awesome, baby.” You snicker as he grabs a decorative piece of art from the table and stares at it. It's a remembrance piece from your first date with Hobie. After meeting him at a pub in London, you knew that he was for you. He helped you settle at your hotel room safely, leaving you a phone number and a small heart. He has had your heart since day one. He turns his head at you, a soft smile decorating his face. “Of course it is. I'm home. I'm home with you. My love.”

He walks over to you, his hands laying onto your face. He stares into your eyes before pulling you in for a kiss. He pulls away naturally after a few seconds. You're convinced that this isn't real. Hobie isn't standing in front of you, kissing you. “How’d you find me? After that mission, I just felt like everything was over.” You're lying against his chest, the warm musky smell taking over your senses as you lay your hands on his back. You stare up at him as he's stuck in thought.

“Jessica said she had a lead in finding you. But, with your world and all, it wasn't reliable. I took the chance for you, and I'd take a thousand more.” He explained quietly, holding you tighter. You pull away and start pulling his hand to drag him into your bedroom. “I’m already liking this idea..” He mumbled as you laughed at his behavior. You turned on your lamps and dragged him into your bed.

He was on top of you and you kissed him softly. His brown eyes were running across your skin as he stared at you. You were perfect in his eyes. “Take a picture, it'll last longer Hobie.” You teased as you ran your hands on his back. Your hand relaxes on his neck as you continue kissing his lips. He pulls away and his chin and lips are covered in your pink lipgloss.

You're smiling, your teeth shining out from your lips. He's the love of your life, and now you recognize why. You see the love in his eyes as he is in a trance staring at you. This is what you dreamed of as a little girl. Your “Knight and Shining Armor”. It's him. It's the man you met after he had to save you from a dangerous field of gravity. Hobie. Hobie Brown. Your Hobie.

“I love you. I'll love you forever, love” Hobie whispers as you feel him collapse onto you. “I love you too. Forever.” You mutter quietly before you hear his soft snores fall from his mouth.

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 24

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: The title is a lie. I just liked how it sounded.

Kiss the Cook

When you finished cutting one thing, Killer was quick to replace it with something else. He busied himself with prepping other ingredients, every so often hearing you curse under your breath when you cut yourself, followed by a faint yellow glow when you healed it. Impatient and short-tempered. It reminded him of someone else. When he passed by you to get ingredients or tools, he looked over your shoulder, easily, considering how short you were, to see how you were doing. "Slices are too big," he observed. "Kid won't eat his veggies if he can see them." 

You snorted, "Are you serious?"

Killer nodded and put some more food in front of you for you to chop. 

"How much more?" Normally, you wouldn't pout, but maybe if you looked cute enough, you could get out of it.

Indifferent to your pouting face, Killer replied, "Until I say you're done." 

Your hand started to cramp and you shook it out. At least you could watch Killer, probably why you kept cutting yourself. He had a very muscular back, which you only got glimpses of when his golden waterfall of hair swished out of the way. Diligently, you tried to focus on cutting everything small enough. Eventually, you settled on daydreaming while you worked, thinking about yesterday's events, Kid, and what your next steps were. Unlike before, you weren't really in a rush to leave. If you stayed with the Kid Pirates, with how infamous they already were, marines would be after them. You wouldn't have to chase them down. There was no guarantee the two remaining would be interested in the Kid Pirates, unless they found out that you were among them, that is. They knew you were alive now. There was no doubt that was Giemsa's first call after he escaped. 

"You're dismissed," Killer let you know, after cutting up the last carrot. 

"How do you do all this every day by yourself?"

Killer took the knife from your hand, almost protectively, like he thought you would steal it too. "I'm better and faster than you."

You blinked. Blunt yet fair. Taking off the apron, you hung it on a hook.

Before you left, Killer added, "Be here tomorrow before the sun is up. If I have to come get you, you'll be sorry."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Actually sorry." 

Frowning, you left to find Mini. Unfortunately, Killer's threat was not a sexy one, or else you would sleep in. That was fine. Even if he wasn't interested, you liked to flirt with him and he didn't seem opposed. On deck, several crew were trying to pull the boar away from scratching her tusks on the main mast. You ran over to help, "Mini, no. You can do that at the next island." She wasn't happy, but she obliged with a small bribe of scratching her ears. You observed some scratches in the yellow-white ivory tusks. If she was going to participate, you would have to figure something out to keep her protected. Another thing to see about when you got to land. 

For now, you went to the infirmary. You wondered whether anyone needed your attention after the fight. No one had asked you, though maybe they were afraid to approach you for help. With your power, you added the trophy you took from Giemsa to the rest of your coat while you hung around. "What do you think, Mini?" She snorted appreciatively. There was a knock at the door. Wire was not the first person you would expect to see. He was distrustful of you, not unfairly so. "Need something?"

Wire didn't say anything, but moved his clothing out of the way so you could appreciate a large gash on his side. "Heat made me come."

Stepping closer, you observed the raised, pink edges of the jagged wound. It was oozing a red-tinted clear liquid. "Good thing he did." You went into the cabinets to look for disinfectant. "Cuz it's infected." You heard him suck in a breath when you touched antiseptic-soaked cotton to the flesh. "Not bad though." Dandelion-colored light danced at your fingertips while you closed the wound partially. "I'm not going to heal it all the way. If I do, the bacteria will be trapped under the skin." You handed him some cotton and a small bottle of the antiseptic. "Put this on it until it stops weeping, then I'll finish it, if it hasn't already healed itself." 

Wire eyed you with skepticism as he took the items from your hands. "Okay." He left without another word. 

No one else visited the infirmary. At dinner, you joined the girls' table. They were all excitedly chattering about what stores they were going to hit when you docked. Were you.... allowed to go? You were unsure where you fell categorically: guest, hostage, rookie, Kid's new plaything, all of the above. Assuming you could go, you tried to ascertain where the best place to get pants was. Or more clothes in general. You only had what you had on. 

"I noticed you didn't sleep in your bed last night," Dive teased.

You piled the rest of the food on your plate onto a fork, "And?"

Dive held her hands up. "Nothing. Nothing. Just don't get bitchy when he brings a whore on the ship."

You rolled your eyes and laughed. "Maybe you should be telling him not to get bitchy when I get more attention than he does." 

"Oh?" Emma perked up. 

Smirking, "I can't help that everyone loves a meanie with a scar."

Emma tutted. "Yeah but Kid is also a meanie with a scar."

"You have a point. But..... Well I was gonna say I have big, nice boobs but he kinda does, too." You tapped a finger to your lips. "Hm. Whatever. I'm cuter." You finished off the bite that had been waiting on your fork and bussed your plate. 

After dinner, you went straight to your bunk, Mini hot on your heels. If you had to wake up early, you wanted to be rested. Also, you were actually kind of tired from the day's activities, not having slept much the night before. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out. Sadly, you didn't stay that way. Tangled in the sheets, in a cold sweat, you were frightened awake by another nightmare, reliving the day you lost half your face, over and over again. They weren't going to stop until the last of your tormenters were dead.

Sighing, you peeled yourself from the mattress and threw on clothes. It was probably close to the time you should be awake anyway, and you knew you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. No one had woken up from your tossing and turning, including Minerva. You slipped out and made your way on deck. Looking up at the sky, it was still the middle of the night, not yet close to sunrise, but not far off. You leaned on one of the railings. The gentle rocking of the ship and the cool, salty breeze were refreshing, washing the memories of your nightmare away. You stayed like that until the sky ever so slightly shifted from deep blue to royal blue with a hint of pink.

You were early. Already waiting in the galley by the time Killer came around.

He made an amused noise. "Thought you would make me come find you for sure."

"Yeah, well. I'm here." You had already donned an apron and set up your area. 

"More obedient for me than Kid I see."

The phrasing of that had you turning around to hide the red flush in your cheeks. 'Obedient for me'. Playing it off, you shrugged. "You're nicer." 

Killer placed you in charge of scrambled egg duty. It was hard to fuck up scrambled eggs. You snuck peeks at Killer while he cooked. He would slide his mask up just far enough to taste test and when he did, you craned your neck to try and glimpse his handsome face. 

"I never thanked you for taking care of me after the fire."

"You did." Killer wouldn't easily forget such a plump ass.

You snickered. You had kind of forgot you did that. "I mean actually. It was nice to wake up clean." You dumped another batch of eggs into a serving pan. "I appreciated that."

"You did the same for me."

"That was under duress." Kid had threatened you many, many times about keeping his first mate alive.

"Did you braid my hair under duress, too?" 

Again, your cheeks turned pink. "No... I didn't know you knew that was me."

"I did." Killer finished frying what must have been 5 pounds of bacon. "Just like I know that you were the marine that almost had Kid and I caught when we were first setting out." 

A smirk settled on your features and you turned to him. "So you do remember." 

"I remembered as soon as I saw that gun of yours, darlin." Killer wiped down his area. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

Killer's shoulders shook. "Kid was pissed off for weeks after that. If I brought it up, you would have been dead meat." 

Your heart swelled with pride at that. Pissing Kid off since day one. "What... happened?" At one point, you had both of them at your mercy, then the next moment, you were waking up after having been knocked out. 

Killer thought for a while, trying to remember. "Kid was trying to threaten you into letting me go, not very convincingly since you had seastone in your weapon. I couldn't do anything without you cutting my neck or shooting Kid. I think it was Wire that knocked you out from behind. One of your marine buddies dragged you off before Kid could take you hostage." Killer paused. "Actually he was way too impatient for hostages then. He would have just crushed you if he could have."

So that's why Wire doesn't trust me. "I see." 

"So you are from the South Blue."

You nodded. 

"WHY ARE YOU TWO CHIT-CHATTING?! WHERE'S MY BREAKFAST!?" Kid barged in through the swinging galley doors. 

Next Chapter

[sharaug]

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔

❝ everything beautiful comes with pain. roses have thorns, don't they? ❞ ─ unknown

AUTHOR'S NOTE ❳ this entire one shot was inspired by @skittlescripts triad au! please go check them out for more content on it, if you'd like! :>

➔ ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ(s) :: this is my first time writing for anything lmk/jttw related, so forgive me if a lot of the characters in this are ooc. also, this whole thing is a completely self indulgent "what if" blurb on my interpretation of skittles's mc, so all of this is (obviously) not at all canon to their au aha-

mc in this one-shot is a mystic/demon monkey like wukong n macaque cuz i'm different (/j) also, in case it wasn't obvious already, she's based off of yor briar/forger from spy x family

blood, violence, and cursing will all be featured in this. i tried not to make it all too graphic, but i'd suggest reading at your own risk just in case if you're not a big fan of that stuff

not beta read + edited we die like my motivation to finish school work 🫡

NOT MANY WERE━━━brave enough to sleight the Great Sage Equal to Heaven these days, but Sun Wukong supposed that demons wouldn't be, well ... demons if they didn't make any foolish decisions every now and then.

Still, though, that thought couldn't possibly be enough to calm him back down into a more rational train of thought—especially when one of the 'foolish demons' just mentioned currently had a gun held up against his son's temple.

"Take one more step, Great Sage," mocked the bastard with a sneer as he pressed the weapon further against Xiaotian's skin, which in turn drew out a small whimper from the boy that made Wukong's rage flare even more. "Go ahead. Do it and see what happens to your kid right here."

This was frustrating. So frustrating—especially when his treasured staff was currently laying right in front of his feet, right where he'd dropped it after the demon threatened to pull the trigger if he didn't. Under normal circumstances, he could bless the world by ridding it of this pest's existence in under ten seconds flat, yet ...

Wukong's gloved hands tightened into fists at his sides.

The Great Sage, the Monkey King was immortal. His son, however, was not.

And mortality had always been such a fragile thing.

"Remind me, demon," Wukong began after wetting his lips. "What is it that you'll get out of all of this, exactly?" he asked.

The demon threw his head back and laughed, the action alone being enough to jostle the hold he had on Xiaotian. For a moment, Wukong allowed a small ray of hope to shine through for his son: believing that maybe he could use this as an opportunity to slip out of the large demon's grasp and run over into the safety that the arms of his father provided.

Unfortunately, though, that hope was quickly snuffed out when the demon sobered up and tightened his hold around the mortal boy he held captive. Xiaotian looked like he could start crying any second now, and Wukong had to internally count to twenty before all of his impulse control flew out the nearest window and set him loose to show this sorry excuse of a 'crime lord' what had made Heaven fear the Monkey King in the first place.

"Now, what kind of a question is that, o' Great One Equal to Heaven?" The demon grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth stained yellow. Wukong had to wrinkle his nose at the sight. "I figured it'd be obvious what I want, considering the fact that it's what every demon in this cursed city wants from you," he laughed again.

"Oh?" Wukong rose a brow, playing dumb to stall for time. "And what might that be?" He tilted his head.

The demon's brow twitched. "Don't play dumb!" he snapped. "I want your title! This city! Everything you have!" he raved.

He's getting worked up now. Wukong spared a glance to Xiaotian, who was somehow even more stiff than before. That would be a good thing if it weren't for the fact he was holding my kid hostage right now, he thought with a "Tsk."

"So that's it, huh?" Wukong pulled out one of his 'politician' smiles, as Macaque liked to call them. "Well, how 'bout we make a deal then, yeah? You let my kid go, unharmed, and I'll see about getting you all of that and more," he offered, using the kind of tone of voice you'd have when joking around with a friend.

Wukong felt one if his brows twitch when he caught the demon rolling his eyes with a smirk, looking smug. "Do you take me for a fool, Great Sage?" he questioned.

Yes, Wukong desperately wanted to answer. Anyone with half a mind would.

"I know of your tricks. Hell, after all the preparations I've gone through to get to where I am now, I'd say I even know you better than yourself!" he confessed, practically radiating with confidence with the way he puffed his chest out.

Wukong barely suppressed a snort. He saw Xiaotian bite his bottom lip and look away, eyes half lidded and expression practically the very definition of unimpressed.

Wukong suppresses a grin at the sight. That's my boy.

"Now ..." The demon lifted the arm he was using to hold Xiaotian in place up to the boy's neck and pulled him closer, the barrel of his gun once again returning to his temple. "Seeing as how I have you right where I want you at last, I say we discuss your inevitable defeat to—"

The demon was cut off by the abrupt sound of his men screaming out in agony from outside the room, followed by a persistent, almost pleading, knocking on the door.

"Sir! Sir, please! It's an emergency!" the voice of a younger demon spoke from outside, sounding panicked.

Wukong turned to the door, brows raised and interest piqued just as the demon released a frustrated groan.

"You may enter," he told, albeit reluctantly.

In an instant, the door was opened, revealing the younger demon's disheveled appearance and the blood coating his skin and attire in splatters.

Wukong perked up slightly. Had the backup he called for finally come? (Took them long enough.)

"What is it?" The demon took a step back, obviously stunned by his subordinate's troubling appearance. "What's going on out there?!" He growled.

"I-I'm not sure, sir!" the lower demon answered, visibly shaking. "S-some broad j-just—"

He was cut off before he could even finish his sentence by a silver dagger abruptly piercing through his throat, taking the life of his eyes away and leaving only his corpse to fall to the floor in a pool of its own blood.

Wukong blinked, pleasantly surprised. Not at the lower ranking demon's sudden death, but at the fact that he had never seen any of his own men wield a dagger in that style before.

"N-no ..." Ears flickering at the crime lord's voice, Wukong returned his attention to him and nearly did a double take when he saw that he was now trembling where he stood: eyes wide and face for some reason more horrified that it had been when the Great Sage entered the room.

What ...

The sound of heels clicking against the floor and then coming to a stop behind him made Wukong's ears flicker a second time, and the Monkey King turned around to see just what—who had inspired such fear into the demon who had been so proud earlier before him.

He found his breath hitching in his throat before he could stop himself.

Standing in the doorway in a sleek black dress and thigh high boots, there stood yet another mystical monkey much like him and Macaque, yet so different at the same time.

"Excuse me, Cheng Xue of this sector's crime syndicate ..." she spoke, voice eerily calm and eyes luminous. "I'm terribly sorry for interrupting this little meeting of yours, but ... tell me ..."

She smiled, sharpened thorns made of gold glimmering in her hands as she raised them into the light.

"May I have the honor of taking your life this evening?"

Against his will, Wukong let a shudder travel down his spine.

The demon, too caught up in his own fear, stumbled further away from the ethereal beauty standing at the door, her whisper of death enough to make his pulse race and send his arms into an unexpected spasm that sent Xiaotian falling to the side on the floor right next to the very gun his life had been threatened with.

"N-no, you ... YOU CAN'T!" he cried, back meeting the desk and putting a stop to his tracks. "I RAN AWAY CENTURIES AGO! I OWE THEM NOTHING, YOU HEAR ME?! NOTHING!!"

The monkey draped in ebony stepped closer, her smile never leaving and her eyes remaining pinned on her target as though he were a silly little mouse that had fallen into a cat's claws.

"I WILL NOT DIE THIS WAY!" the demon continued deliriously. "I WAS SO CLOSE! SO CLOSE, YOU HEAR?! YOU CAN NOT DO THIS TO ME!"

Another step forward.

The demon flinched back violently and opened his mouth yet again, a shriek on the tip of his tongue.

All that followed after, though, was the mere sound of his body falling backwards onto the desk: his mask of horror, forever engraved on his face, now painted with a crimson that ran down his forehead from the thorn-like blade that had been thrown directly into the center of it.

The room was silent after that, allowing the occupants to take a moment to process what had just transpired until two of them snapped out of their stunned daze and ran to eachother—one of them tackling the other in a bone-crushing hug.

"Holy shit, kid." Wukong felt as though a weight had just been lifted off his shoulders. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again," he decided.

Xiaotian only let out a watery laugh in reply and snuggled further into his father's chest, his hands shaky as he gripped the fabric of his suit.

Amidst their heartfelt reunion, Wukong lifted his gaze up to the lady of thorns, wanting to ask if she was single thank her for stepping in when she did—even if she most likely didn't originally come here to save them some trouble.

What he quickly discovered, however, was that she was no longer there.

Instead, what once sat in her place was that of a red rose with thorns.

[solarmorrigan]

Hey, good (?) news; you inspired me to start writing my first fanfic :) cuz you’re inspiring :)

Bad (?) news; this, uh, this shit is hard. Those writers memes weren’t lying. How dare you make me do this (/j, it’s fun, but dam)

How do you stop feeling like you’re moving around cardboard cutouts???

That's very exciting! My condolences on the new hobby. I think "it's fun, but damn" just about sums it up

There are a bunch of different methods for starting to feel like your characters are a little more real, and I'm sure you'll get a different answer from every writer you ask, but here are a few of the things I tend towards:

Sit with your characters. Just hang out with them. Write them having inconsequential conversations. Write them in little slice-of-life pieces. Write about them going to the grocery store, making breakfast, trying to decide whose turn it is to wash the dishes. This takes away the stress of having to make them act in The Plot and instead just lets you focus on who they are how they act as people (which will later help you figure out how to make them act in The Plot)

Ground yourself in little moments. Small details can really make a character feel more real. Take a second to draw attention to a character's preference for or dislike of something, to their quick little reaction to something that's just happened, to a nervous tick or weird little habit. This is like the writing equivalent of zooming in on what that one character is doing in the background; it adds dimension

Look for scenes in TV and movies that make you feel something. Anger, sadness, joy, hope - whatever, as long as it really made you feel. Now basically... copy it. Take what made that scene hit for you and apply it to your characters; have them play out that same emotional scene in their own words. This isn't anything you'd want to post, but it's a bit like using a photo reference as an artist. Copying scenes from other media will help you figure out how to apply those big emotions to your characters, and it'll help you start to move them around a little more fluidly

In the same vein as the above, find things in your own life that make you angry, or sad, or joyful, or whatever, and try to write about the way your characters would feel those emotions. This is a little harder to do, because you're in the middle of living life as it happens, and you're not really looking for experiences that might make good writing fodder, but just try to keep it in mind. You don't have to give the characters your specific life experience, but you can use your own feelings as a jumping off point. Maybe you've never gone through what the character has gone through, but you've probably felt a similar emotion before, and remembering that can help you write a character's emotions and reactions much more vividly (this is also known as "Free Therapy")

(I'm kidding)

(mostly)

Ultimately, though, the thing that's going to give you the most confidence is just... practice. The more you write, the more you start to feel like you know what you're doing, and the more you realize that you're not playing with cardboard cutouts but that you are actually A Wizard and words mean something simply because you say they do, so there.

I do hope you have fun, and if you feel comfortable sharing, I'd be excited to see what you come up with! (If not, that's also understandable, no pressure and please have nice day <3)

[rrat-king]

Smart Bricker is so important to me! Especially because my thing with the Applebees siblings is they all have at least some level of ADHD in different ways. His thoughts truly run a mile a minute there is always at least 5 things ticking around in his head. Helio gave him ADHD because he knew if he didn't Bricker would lock in so hard he'd ascend to godhood /lh. He also made Bricker grow up in a racist church because he knew if he ever linked up with Adaine and Riz nothing would ever have stakes ever because they'd have it solved like that. Give king like one Fantasy Adderall and he's so focused you're not hearing from him for days.

And like, his siblings know he's fiercely smart as well like he's on Kristen's list of the smartest people she knows. Like she fully believes (though she'd never say this to him because that's embarrassing) no matter what he wants to do with life he can do it because he has the brains for it.

The converse is that if he has no interest in something he does not even pretend to GAF. Like everyone thinks he's bad at like, math because he doesn't try at it but its like he helps C with his homework a lot and he's fine. He just doesn't like math so he sees no reason to bother. Like yknow that kid in the back of the classroom who says ''Miss when are we ever gonna need this in life??'' That's him but 1. He keeps that to himself and 2. He thinks that about math in general. He completely genuinely sees no practical application for math in life.

Arguably him being smart is what enables him to be such a smartass. He's truly that one Mulaney bit that's like ''13 year olds are the meanest people in the world because 13 year olds will make fun of you but in an accurate way, they will get to the thing you don't like about you without even looking at you for long.''

And also as a fun tidbit. I agree he's definitely gay and you'll hate me for this one but his awakening was definitely Ricky Martin. I know he watched the Livin La Vida Loca music video on loop, because he ''liked the song''. Pre-Aguefort Kristen who didn't yet know what a gay person was thought it was just because he appreciated Ricky as an artist. It was not. She figured it out a few months after starting Aguefort but decided to let him realise it first and come to her.

the ricky martin thing is killig me so so much. literally he is obsessed with him but does not get it until he Gets It and. slightly life shattering what do you mean he just likes ricky martin the average amount (no one has had to guts to tell him the average amount is so low)

he has so little interest in the things he has qualified as unimportant. literally what do you mean he is going to use the quadratic formula? magic exists that is dumb and he doesn't care (does he know the whole formula and how to do it but just refuses to cuz it's boring? absolutly). he's one of those kids that is really good at getting the class off topic but the teachers are too charmed by him to stop it which is also. so annoying to his siblings cuz by god do adults like bricker and he doesn't get in trouble for anything cuz of it.

also dude. ur so absolutely right if him and adaine and riz all got together they would truly be such an unstoppable force it's just the issue that he's still dealing with how to be normal around other races cuz he has been so programmed with fucked up info and adiane and riz both have such a low tolerence of tweens. aelwyn can take the scathing jabs cuz she can she come right back at him but riz and adaine are morally conflicted over being mean to a 13 year old which. skill issue on thier part.

sorry yeah the ricky martin thing is going to haunt me and the only thing i can think to add is that it would translate bricker having a crush on ragh if he ever met him

[blubushie]

Is there a reason you're so open about your sex life?

Yeah actually. I've had a lot of shit happen to me in my life.

The first person I ever had a crush on was another boy, and my best mate. We'll call him Nate. I knew I liked boys before I knew I liked girls, cuz up until I was 12 I'd never really spent time with girls at all—I didn't even know any girls my age—but I did have Nate. I met him when I was 10, and he taught me to ride horses and work stock. So growing up that was one helluva secret to hold. And he knew that I liked boys, and he jokingly called me a faggot and a queer and we laughed about it. And when other kids would hang shit on me at school, he didn't. In private, sure, with love. But in public, he stuck up for me. Cuz I was one of the Good Ones™, and his friend.

When I was 12 I was abused by a man in his 40s. And I heavily repressed my feelings towards other boys because I figured that that was the path it led down. "Gays are paedophiles. Queers wanna touch kids. They're dangerous." And I figured that if I just ignored it, I'd never end up a monster like he was. And when I told Nate about this, he said the same thing. "They're all like that. They're dangerous. You need to be careful or people will think you'll do the same. And I know you won't, cuz you're one of the Good Ones™. But you have to be careful." Nate was the first and only person I told about my abuse until it went public. He kept my secret for 3 years. He held me and I cried.

Nate was the last man outside of family who's held me. I haven't been held by another man since I was 12. I haven't been hugged by another man outside my family since I was 15.

At 14, I met another kid we'll call Lake. He was fun, and cheerful, and bubbly. And he was also gay. Very very openly gay. The feminine kinda gay. Talks like a girl kinda gay. Not my type, but I admired him. And I envied his bravery in being so out and not caring about what people thought of him.

Or the risk.

At 15, Nate got me drunk. We'd been working calves all day on the local station where his parents lived as hired hands. He snuck a slab from his parents' outshed on the station and we took our horses out and sat in the shade of a gum and drank. I'd never had alcohol before except at Mass, and I got pretty tipsy. And the sun was setting and it struck these orange streaks through his hair, and reflected real pretty off those eyes, and I decided he was very very handsome in that moment and in drunk brain, I should kiss him. So I leant over and pecked his cheek.

He went off on me.

It turns out that it's ok to be gay, as long as you're gay for the right people. And the right people is anyone who isn't the person you're talking to. Cuz he turned to me and I saw a rage in his eyes that I knew meant whatever kinda friendship we'd formed over 5 years, it was dead in the water the moment I kissed him. He looked at me the same way he looked at all the other queers, same way he looked at Lake, with that "I don't mind gays but I wish they'd be a little quieter about it" face. And then he slogged me.

We scrapped. And at first I thought he was just being an idiot, cuz I was 15 and he was 17 and we were both teenage boys and we biffed sometimes. But after a few seconds he got on top of me and stopped pulling his punches, and I was trying to tell him to stop and that I was sorry and he didn't. He kept hitting me. And he called me a faggot, and a queer, and a freak, and that there was something wrong with me and he had to beat the faggotry outta me cuz I had a skull too thick for my own good and if he didn't teach me a lesson now I'd do it again and the next bloke might just kill me for it.

He gave me a good slog to the side of the head and rung my bell real good, and then he kicked me in the stomach and got on his horse and rode back to the station. I laid there maybe ten minutes trying to breathe through all the blood in my nose and making sure he didn't knock any teeth out. That was the first time I really genuinely got a bashing.

I never talked to him again. I saw him once on station, and tried to talk to him and apologise, but he just walked away. I stopped visiting the station after that.

I made friends with Lake. We both went to Catholic school, so he got picked on a lot for being gay. But he never let it get him down. And I started standing up for him when I saw kids treat him like shit. Because he was my friend, and he was one of the Good Ones™. But deep down I envied him. I wanted to be him. I wanted to be able to walk with my chin high and strut like a fucken peacock knowing I'm hot shit and that nobody could touch me. But internalised homophobia is a hell of a thing, and deep down I also knew I'd never be like him. Because my issue isn't just me being attracted to men, but also being intersex and a dozen other different little things. But to Lake, that didn't matter. To Lake I was cut of the same cloth. We were confidants.

Eventually with time I realised that there's no such thing as "one of the Good Ones™." Being attracted to someone the same sex or gender as you isn't a fault. It doesn't mean there's something wrong with you. But I still hid it. I wasn't brave enough to be open about it, I was scared of judgement, I was scared of punishment for something I couldn't control, so I kept it a secret.

The third person I told was my girlfriend. She took it in stride. I thought she was afraid that I'd made her my beard when I was definitely attracted to her too, but she was actually the one who explained bisexuality to me. And everything clicked. But she was also aware that I was squashing down my attraction to men because I was afraid, so she made me watch Brokeback Mountain, and that's actually how I ended up genuinely coming to terms with my sexuality. I didn't want to be so afraid of loving that I'd never loved at all.

I never acted on my attraction, cuz I'm a loyal bastard, but when she and I split I stopped trying to hide what I am. I am a man who happens to be attracted to men. I am also attracted to women. And that's ok. That's not something to be ashamed of, it's not something I need to hide, it's not something I have to keep secret.

I'll never be the loudly out gay man. I'll never be the loudly out bisexual. I don't wear pride pins, I don't flaunt my sexuality, I don't wear rainbows. If anyone looked at me they wouldn't assume I like men, let alone immediately know.

I'll never be like Lake. But I don't have to be like Lake. I just have to be me. And through talking about my experiences, maybe some other young man who's in the same shoes I used to be in will look at me and realise that all he has to be is himself. And if that man likes men, then so be it.

[short-black-diamond]

HIIII! HOW ARE YOUUU!~

I came across your blog and looking at what you do write for I'm so excited! I don't know if you're at 200 followers yet but please remember that once you do reach your goal, Is it possible for you to do a The Greatest Estate Developer x reader where MC is part of the main cast? Like they follow Lloyd and Javier together on the adventures??(Just save this :3c)

For your 100 followers event, I would like a Nanbaka reverse au if possible?😮😮 I don't see a lot of people who watch nanbaka so it's cool to see someone write about them🤩

I claim 🍰nom

Awwww 🍰nom that's so cute! (Don't worry I only did that event so I could write something again heehehheheheee)

Sure I'll do a The greatest estate developer x reader for you! But about the nanbaka part, you'll have to explain to me what you mean by 'reverse au', ok? Cuz I'm stupid :p

I'll do it in headcannons, and then to a story, alright? And since you didn't tell me your sex, I'll make it with a female reader, okay? :)

Since there hasn't been the talk of a witch in the greatest estate developer, I'll write it with a hot, curvy witch, who is a scaredy cat and feels useless, but make it funny! ...and also angsty!

Word count: 2.6 k words

Also I did not proofread

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The greatest Estate Developer x Female!Witch!Reader! Chapter One: ...-> Chapter two

To be completely honest with yourself, you didn't know where you were

you had a bad argument/fight with your parents who wanted you to marry a guy you didn't know and told you how useless you were

it made you frustrated how your parents didn't understand that you didn't want to marry a guy who was too old for you

And that they only viewed you as a maid and cook rather than a woman

you lost it when your mother said that this was the reason your beloved cat Seseg (->that's the name of my cat who got given to another family) died

so you left.

you just up and left with packing everything dear to you, which was basically your whole room, into a small bag and left

ah yes, magic

you didn't look back, but you cried

you feared you'd freeze to death when it was night and you were following the moon, which was your compass, with your flying broom

you reached some cities, where you were wearing normal human clothes, your witch-hat and broom tucked safely into your bag, the people there were only giving you uninterested looks

when you had a job, you were underpaid and since you were young, you didn't really get the respect you should be given

you got yelled at, spat at and cursed at

when they found out you were a witch -you were making a fallen baby bird float up to its nest with your magic- they were after you with their sharp or lit up sticks, spears and swords

as you grew older, you got more distant and didn't really ask for anything else except a place to sleep

then, one day, a guy apporached you

you got bad vibes from him

when he was about five feet apart from you, he did something that made you fall unconscious

and when you woke up, you couldn't feel your mana anymore

how could somebody do that to you?

Did you deserve this?

after this, you lost trust in humanity, lost the ability to smile, and you were overall asking yourself why you kept going

what was your reason to leave anyway?

Sure, the guy was older, but he was also wealthy and your parents only wanted the best of you

tears prickled in your eyes and you sniffed

you wished you'd be home- "Hey, you're in the way woman!", a voice called and another, this time more shrill: "Watch out!"

before your mind could figure out what was going on, your body did and like on reflex, you stopped a...lava-shoot? crashing into you

with your magic

your breath hitched as you noticed two men coming towards you

you felt like crying and let the lava fall to the ground

"I-I'm sorry! I'll leave!", was all you said before you turned around ran

stupid, stupid witch.

YOU WORE HIGH HEELS AND YOU TRIPPED WITH A YELP

good thing your face didn't land in some sort of shit but grass

"Uh, you okay there little miss?"

God, how embarassing.

all you did was hold up a thumb which should be pointing up, but since you landed on your stomach, so it pointed back

After your little...uh, tripping accident, you were sitting between the two men on a cut tree, the lava pooping bangul on your lap and you four were in front of a small fire, roasting fish and chicken

how could such a cute little thing become so big? And shit lava???

The one sitting to your left was a man with brown hair, where some of it covered the right half of his face, but he was still handsome to you. He was wearing easy, but highranking-like clothes.

The one to your left was a man with baby-bluish cloudy hair, and you were dying to find out of it was as fluffy as you'd think it'd be

"My name is Lloyd Frontera, and that is my friend Javier. We tried warning you several times, but you were not listening. That will be very expensive for you.", the man with the brown hair said

Wait wha- "Wait, hold on, uh, Mr. Frontera, I don't know what-" "Oh? Are you new here?", Frontera asked in faux concern before he had an ugly grimace to which you shrieked and Javier was ready to hold you, as he was startled too

"Well, that's too bad, because new residents have to pay fees to live here, and since you seem to be some sort of mage -given the fact that you stopped the lava with your hands- I'll add two percent to it!", cue to him laughing maliciously

you turned towards Javier with a mortified expression "A-are you really...friends with him?", and Javier 'tsk'ed before looking to the side with a small nod

"Um, can't I do something that won't have me paying anything?", you asked in a meek voice. You didn't know that guy or what his intentions were. You found him really nice at first, but now, you were scared of him. And you also didn't really have any money on you right now. You were also a total dumbass in math so you didn't know what he meant by two percent.

His crazed face met yours again and you flinched

"I don't know, aren't you a mage or sorceress or something?"

You had to nod, but tears were clouding your vision again. "I-I'm a witch. But I'm, like I-..I'm useless...!", you croaked out before you leaned forward and cried. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Mr. Frontera, I didn't mean to bother you, or make whatever you were doing take longer. Please have mercy on me..."

You were so pathetic. Why did you always apologize? Why did you always mess something up? Why are you so stu-

"Listen, I've heard many people talk like that. 'Oh, please have mercy on me! I'll make anything you want, I promise!', but then they just dissappear or kick your butt with a shit eating grin on their face!"

You were shocked by this. How dare Lloyd Frontera compare you to those people? You were a victim of these kinds of humans after all...

"Mr. Frontera, I have no idea what might have made you think that I would jest about it, let alone think about it. I can't be helped but feel outraged. Another thing if I may add, is that we witches are honest creatures, unlike you humans."

The man seemed a little surprised, but then he turned serious again. "what do you have to offer to pay, witch?"

"I have nothing. You humans only care about money, am I right? Well,", you stood up, and gave him your bag, "in thiss magic bag, there is everything I hold dear to me. Take what you want. Take whatever you think might be good enough to be worth money."

He only stared at you with a confused expression. "W-wait. You're just giving me your belongings?" "Would you leave me alone? GIve me the choice to leave? No. You wouldn't. You'd try to take my bag. I know you humans. Your hearts and minds are only filled with lust and money to waste away your days of life on gambling and whatnot other useless stuff."

Your expression was hardened. Lloyd stood up. Then he bowed.

"I'm sorry, witch."

At that, you raised your eyebrows shot up. Is he...apologizing?

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No.

Humans don't apologize. They take and take and take-

"Please forgive me for my rude behaviour. You are not even from here and I'm already at your neck with paying fees. Allow me to introduce myself again.

My name is Lloyd Frontera, son of the noble of this small region. I was working on building some more modern houses for the orcs, because they needed ice, and I lied to them that I needed ice, and now I have a dilemma because I don't know-"

"I can make ice, Frontera."

A moment of silence passed before you spoke again.

"When I make ice for you...would that cut away some of the price I have to pay you for bothering you?", you asked hesitantly and averted your eyes. Your cheeks were warm out of embarassment, because you couldn't believe you'd actually ever offer a human of all creatures your help.

You didn't hear a response for a solid three seconds, and when you looked back to the brown haired dude, you screamed. How could a human make such devillish grimaces? He looked hideous.

"Does your wife kiss you with a face like that?!?!?!", you shrieked as he was about to reach out his hand to seal the deal you unofficially were about to do. But he halted.

You thought you heard a small snort from Javier's direction. The young noble fell to his knees. "...I am single."

"That figures."

Damn, you didn't hold back.

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It was the next day, after you've slept in one of Lloyd's rooms by decorating/rearranging it to your liking, you followed the noble and his knight to the place you guys have met for the first time.

You felt nostagic, to say the least. You had a job again, albeit having to help a human, it wouldn't be too bad-

"Lloyd, oink! How is the process going, oink?", a deep, smooth voice asked behind you, and when you turned around, you thought that you've seen the most handsome man in your entire life.

Beautiful green skin, wonderfull long dark hair that was thrown into a high ponytail, a sweet big, pointy tooth at the left corner of the man's mouth and the most beautiful shade of blue eyes you've ever seen.

And aside from that... he had the body of a greek god!

Gosh he is so hot! Is he single?! How old might he be?! Ah!- he looked at me!!!

"Ah, Arosh, great to see you! I'd like you to meet my newest recruit! Meet: The witch, ____! She's been bugging me yesterday, hence this big hole of now cold lava,", as he pointed to you and then to the big dark area-to which you blushed while apologizing shyly-, "but, she says she can make ice! Isn't that great?!"

Arosh looked at you with surprise, curiousity and happiness. "Arosh is happy that witch lady ____ is here with us! Please help the sand and steel tribe! We can not work out under this heat! The winter is far away and it is still spring! Please help us, witch ____!"

You wanted to hug Lloyd. You wanted to pat your own shoulder for proposing him the idea of helping him make ice.

God, dear lord, my creator, thank you. Thank you so much for giving me this peace of eye candy. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I'd like to thank you with all my heart.

And so, you found yourself with Lloyd again. But you had a confession to make. "Mr. Frontera, there is something I haven't told you."

As he turned around with a 'hm?', you took a deep breath before glaring at him angrily.

"I lied!"

Lloyd smiled. "What?"

"I-I lied..."

"WHY?", he shouted and you yelped. Your eyes were filling with salty water again and you hated it. Why did you always cry when you were angry? It was like the stongest emotions of your mother, sadness, and the anger from your father got heired by you, who yelled at him with venom in your voice, but water-streaming down your cheeks.

"Some human took all my mana!", you reasoned, quieting him for a moment. He just stared at you. "Who did it?"

"I don't know. All I know is that he looked like he couldn't hurt a fly and the next moment I was out cold. And what I remember from his looks it that he had dark hair, a beard, and he had a weird symbol on his clothes."

You inhaled before speaking again. "I am sorry, Mr. Front-"

"It's Lloyd, ____, and I will give you back your mana from that bastard. Meanwhile, can you use mine?"

You were taken aback. Was this human for real? Was Lloyd Frontera really thinking of you that highly that you could use some of his mana? And why was he suggesting giving you some of his mana? Let alone letting you use his?

"I-I...I don't know. I've never done this before.", you started. "But once I have your mana, I'll be able to create ice. I think that I'll also be able to expand the mana you've given me to my own level in no time." you had that hardened expression again.

He sighed through his nose before reaching out his hand. "But don't you dare to run off with it, ____!"

"I'm not a human like you. We witches are honest creatures.", you repeated this sentence you said yesterday. Hoping that Lloyd would understand it.

The moment your fingers brushed against his, a wave of euphoric electricity cruised through your body. It was like your soul was lifted, and you felt way too much adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Reflexively, you pulled your hand back as quick as possible and panted. Sure, it felt good, but you got too much mana from him. "What the hell?! Why did you give me so much?!", you yelled, glaring at him. If he'd have given you a little more, it might have killed you.

Your fingers were shaking and your only thought was to use your magic again. "Huuuuh? Be a little grateful, you witch! I just gave you half of my mana so you could do the ice in peace!"

You only sighed while shaking your head and beckoned him to follow you towards what he built. forms which resembled cubes were filled with water and Lloyd looked at you with some sort of exectation. Maybe he wanted you to say something smart or praise.

"Did you do this?", you asked and Lloyd nodded excitedly.

"Lloyd, I'm going to teach you about how to make ice.", and he nodded again.

You pulled back your sleeve so that your dominant arm would be on full display. then, you put it into one of those water cubes. Lloyd copied your move, one block away.

"Concentrate on the cold and warm amount of mana. Then, try to take only the warm mana out. Like this,", you grabbed your upper arm in the middle and your hand started to glow.

"You might not get it the first try because you're only ever, uh..."pushing out"? The mana? yeah, I ah...You just...you need to figure out how to absorb it. Think about taking back the mana you gave me. Then it should work."

Lloyd only stared at you with a frown on his face as his hand was in the water. "I...need to take back the mana, but only the warm ones...I've actually thought about this, but with your help, we might do it faster now!"

You deadpanned at his enthusiasm. "How about you see if you can actually do it before celebrating too soon?"

At that, Lloyd chuckled before he did as you said. After two seconds, he jumped and waved his hand around like a madman. "ARGH, Shit!"

"Burned yourself?"

"...yeah"

"C'mere."

You took his red hand into your own and used your healing magic form his mana and his hand came back to its original color.

Javier watched you two from afar. He had another unreadable expression on his face.

"You know...I wanted to thank you for having me, Lloyd. By far, this is the most welcome I've felt after all I've been through my whole life. You are a good man."

As you let go of his arm, he examined it before looking back to you. "No need to thank me. Although I'm very interested how your life was. I've never met a witch before, to be honest. You're also very nice to help me. I'm surprised that you didn't run off with the mana I've given you. After we made the ice, we'll eat something and talk, alright?"

You nodded.

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It was only the next day, but you two made it. You made dozens of ice blocks for the sand and steel tribe and you couldn't help but buzz on your seat on the broom as you were going to the region where Arosh lived.

Javier noticed your weird excitement and Lloyd only smiled.

"Y-you made...Ice, oink?", The father, you guessed, asked, as he was hugging himself and you smiled. When you stepped into that seokbinggo, you noticed Arosh and his father. Arosh waved at you excitedly to which you internally exploded and waved back with a sweet smile.

Lloyd went towards the stapled ice cupes and tapped on them a few times. "All we need to do now is put in the insulation and we're done."

At that, the orcs got loud. "Oooink! A-AMAZING! Now we won't have to throw out any meat, oink!", the father cheered, and his son responded: "And we won't have to hunt every day, oink!"

You giggled at their little antics, but halted when the next words came. "In celebration, today will be triceps day, oink! Call everyone to the square!"

"Triceps day, oooink!"

T-triceps day? God, is this heaven? Am I going to see more chiseled abs and sexy bodies ?! if yes then...

A tear rolled down your cheek as you closed your eye and clasped your hands together.

THANK YOU!

Lloyd and Javier asked why you were crying but you only giggled uncontrollably.

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How was that? I actually didn't know what you meant by following them to adventures, but I just wanted to do one of my favourite scenes, write about my favourite character and yeah.

Like, this webtoon had so many things happening which was giving me a little whiplash and I just thought fuck it we want to have something to begin with so that their adventures could some together. As in the reader meeting them like this and then accompaning them there and there.

I actually want to keep writing to be honest. It was very fun!

I hope it was okay for you, my precious 🍰nom. Please tell me if I made any mistakes, or if you didn't like anything. I can also write something completely different if you like.

Send in more requests! My soul belongs to the people who want something from me! Ask and I shall deliver!

Read you in the next post!

[frogmanfae]

*slips and drops this* oh- whoops!

"It's you and me, always and forever, right?"

Jack had a firm grip on Davey's hand as he asked the question. It wasn't easy, their relationship. Davey wasn't ready to tell anyone, which was fine with Jack, but it took a lot more work to stay secret than it would to just date openly.

"Right..." David agreed, but his voice was weak and his eyes seemed to have a hard time focusing, "unless..."

Jack raised an eyebrow and he made it a point to look into Davey's eyes, no matter how difficult it was, "unless...?"

"Well..." David looked down. He never had been good at eye contact, even under normal circumstances, "I dunno..."

"Sweetheart," Jack moved his fingers to lift David's chin ever so gently, "Sweetheart look at me, will ya?" David's eyes fluttered up, but didn't meet Jack's gaze, instead fixing on his nose. Jack figured it was best not to test his luck, so he took it, but he did make note of the starting stages of tears he saw. "Talk to me..."

"It's stupid-"

"It ain't stupid!" Jack's voice remained soft in the way he was so good at, but it had a new edge to it. Firm, almost. Maybe urgent. Davey couldn't tell. "Hey, what did we talk about, huh? I wanna hear what's going on in that brain of yours." He moved his hand from David's chin to tap on his forehead like he would somehow reach Davey's thoughts by doing so. It didn't give Jack access to his brain, but it did make Davey smile, just a little, so Jack still considered it a win. "What's it tellin you?"

David sighed, looking away again. "It's just... I mean always is a long time... I'm..." He tensed his jaw, the way he does when he's trying to say something but can't figure out how to say it without conveying a certain message, Jack had noticed. After a minute, he decided on, "you'll get bored eventually."

Jack's brain stopped working for a second, then began turning a million gears all at once. There were so many thoughts running through his head that he couldn't grasp on to anything but the solid feeling of confusion.

"Bored?" he finally stammered out. "Bored?" Jack shook his head, as if that would help him understand the situation. It didn't. "Davey, Darlin' what are you... You think I'd get bored? Of what? Of you?"

"I... Jack I'm just-"

"Nuh uh." Jack held up his hand, "I'm sorry, you know I don't usually mean to interrupt you but... Davey, baby, I just... I can't even wrap my head around how I could ever be bored with you! I don't- I seriously don't... I don't see a... a possible way. I mean..." He shook his head and blinked for a long time, "I really don't see anythin that could... That could lead to... I mean... Gah!"

"Jack, one day, you'll meet someone who... Who will excite you in ways I never could. They'll go horseback riding with you and... and they'll start fights with the Delanceys and... they'll be able to show you off to the world... like you deserve..."

Jack smiles, almost a happy one. "Davey, Sweetheart..." he reaches to cup David's cheeks in his palms and softly wipe away his tears with his thumbs, "I don't care about any of that. I want you. You hear? You're my partner, my fella, my bookworm, my smarty pants, my Boopsie-" that one got a little giggle out of Davey, just what Jack had been aiming for. Jack's smile got a little bit wider, a little bit happier at the sound.

"Gross, never call me that again." Davey swatted at Jack's hands and turned to lean on Jack's chest. He didn't let go of his fingers.

"Ohhh but it made you smile!" Jack swayed (by extension swaying Davey on his chest, only making him laugh more). "I was gonna keep goin you know, till ya caved. They were just gonna keep gettin more n more ridiculous."

"More ridiculous than Boopsie?"

"I think you're underestimatin' me. I had Schnookums, Stud Muffin, Casanova, Dream Machine-"

"Dream Machine?"

"Yeah, you know, 'cuz I's a dreamer n' all n' lately you've been runnin' all my dreams-"

"God, you are such a sap," Davey sniffed away his remaining tears as he focused on twisting around Jack's fingers. If all else failed, that would always work to calm him down.

"Hey, Dream Machine."

Davey snorted. "Yeah?"

"I want you to remember somethin' for me, alright? I think you can do it, considerin' you're also my Bookworm and Smarty Pants."

He rolled his eyes, but Jack noticed his smile only got bigger, even just a little bit. "What might that be, Sheriff?"

"Sheriff?" Jack raised an eyebrow with an amused smile.

"Yeah, Sheriff. Or are you the only one who can make dumb nicknames?"

"I like it." He moved his hand to squeeze Davey's. The firm pressure always seemed to reassure David that Jack was meaning what he was saying, and Jack really needed him to know that he meant what he was about to say.

David took a deep breath. Not because he was nervous, it was more so because he was exhausted. Emotionally, anyhow. Jack knew it would be a while before he spoke again. It didn't take Jack long to figure out that for someone who always seemed to have the right words, sharing them took a lot out of David, and there were times where he just had to be quiet. That was okay with Jack. He knew David was still listening to his every word, even if he wouldn't respond to them.

"I'd rather be bored with you than excited with anyone else."

Davey turned to look at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. It almost seemed like he was going to cry again, but he just pressed his lips together into a soft smile and squeezed Jack's hand tight. Now, Jack would never claim to be the smartest guy around, especially not in the presence of Davey, but it didn't take much for him to understand what that meant.