#either let go and get over yourself and save at least *one* person the trouble in all this

[problemnyatic]

people are way too comfortable using feeling guilty as permission to do nothing

[theladybrownstarot]

Future Spouse first impression V/s Yours

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❀ This pac will be guiding you to how to manifest your connection with some channeld messages from them

Pile 1 . Pile 2. Pile 3.

𐙚 Pile 1 .

Namaste pile 1 ! Let's get with your reading :-

❀ Their first impression over you :

Okay , pile 1, from what I can see feel read and understand is that this person is gonna think of you someone as a hopeful person , even when you are in difficulty you will get instant solution . I guess when you will be meeting them you two or either one of you maybe going thru some problems and one of you will offer help .

They may see you as someone serious also . they feel that light and passion dripping from your eyes and melting their hearts to see as who you are . they will see you as someone brave , passionate , bold , honest , warrior or fighter , someone who stands out among everyone , someone who they can depend on wow pile 1 hands up to you ! this person is gonna study you like their favorited subjects .

They will see you as someone who doesn't give up and really you will be their type they had like to be passionate with . They think that you expect honesty from everyone and really they will do same for you ..they will show who are they like in actual to win your heart and they do see you as someone rational and smart and someone who is good at proving their logic.

It is possible that you may appear cold , defensive and bit egotist but its okay because for them you will matter most . this is gonna be an instant strong attraction for them .

❀ Your first impression of them :-

okay pile 1 are you ready for it ?! lets dive in buds, hmm so it maybe possible that you will actually feel like " finally I found you at last" when you will meet this person for sure . I can see you thinking about them as an achiever ; who got may accomplishment . this person is gonna astound you up for sure haha .

you will see them as someone is who is giving , loving , caring and who got people to support them . I can see you as if you will feel like he\she is my pure air to breathe under in forever . I feel this person is very good by heart and nature . you will think of them as someone calm , rich , luxurious by their nature , appearance and personality . they are an extrovert for sure , but ig u may even thin that this person may give a lot but in end may sometime get in trouble but I also feel that this person won't hold grudges because they don't care about people , they have best emotional and mental control babies and i guess you want someone like them . This will be a dream come true for sure for y'all .

𐙚❀˖° How to manifest with connection fast ?

you need to be expressive of your emotions and about yourself so you can transfer and spread your energy in this crowded world to signal them .

𐙚❀˖° Channeled Messages From Them :-

(1) just hang in there my love im coming so don't be sad I will save you up from the darkness .

(2) meet more people and find me darlo , I m around you haha .

(3) with you my life seems more prosperous and I will be blessed to u have you as my greatest gift .

𐙚 Pile 2 .

Namaste pile 2 ! Let's get with your reading :-

❀ Their first impression of You :-

so i see that this person will think of you as someone strong minded or we say overall strong in nature . someone who can take a stand alone for themselves in the worst situations , someone really positive during hard times. aah i see self made individuals an mature people .i see leo and sun astrologically by vision . they will see you someone who is really charming even when you are silent .

okay , it must be possible that when you will meet this person you will a some sort of breakup or breakdown out there . this person will want to hug and console you for sure . i don it just hit me maybe when you cry you look more beautiful . or it maybe at least case that they had a breakup when they met you .

They will see you someone very charming , transparent , innocent , clear minded, focused , beautiful for sure .

❀ Your first impression of them :-

Okay , i can see you seeing them haha someone of a dominant personality lmao . this person ur future wife/ husband basically will be of an obsessive of nature . you may see them as someone who may restrict or cross boundaries of someone else . they person will be strong minded for sure . they will be strategic . could be boss or into military or police service . they will be muscular .

since i you will see them who is clear headed to do achieve the aim . they aren't that dominant to but can be little bit more caring . its possible that this person is gonnaaa be lazyy uff ... and could be that isn't that adventurous or stuck somewhere in their life ..will be having some transition and will be kinda scared or confused to how to go through this transformation . maybe you can help them somewhere.

𐙚❀˖° How to manifest this connection fast ?

SO , u may meet them at some sort of celebration or something maybe a party . you need to maintain your ownself like be careful of what you do and think plus be yourself ! enjoy your life .

𐙚❀˖° Channeled Messages from Them :-

(1) You know i need some time ; i'm stuck try now .

(2) I will come to you when you will show you real self .

(3) I want to have a happy family with you . i wanna take care of you as a queen/king of my life and will be loyal to .

(4) I want some rest i'm tired mentally .

𐙚 Pile 3 .

Namaste pile 3 ! Let's get with your reading :-

❀ Their first impression over you :-

Okay , I sense that this person will think of you as someone who is doing alot of self love or we say someone who is interested in themselves.

They won't be shocked to see you at first instead I see them as being like I wanna be with her/him even If I have to let go of things .

I see that u maybe would have left toxic people behind in your life to know and establish your own self worth and this person will sense same .

They Will daydream about u and their scenarios in Mind haha ♡ cute ! They will see you as someone beautiful and maybe one part of ur body is chubby like 🧸 ♡ .

❀ Your first impression of them :-

Okay , it feels like that you may not notice them as you must be having some fights and mental conflicts and even when you will see this person you may see them as someone smart, observant and intelligent. Your Mind will be playing games with you tbh . You will feel shy infront of this person.

For some people OR few I see that u may see them as someone who is experienced and matured after prolong emotional breakage .like bad relationship experience and failures ect or vice - versa .

It might be possible that you will get people saying that no bro don't focus on that person,that person is mine kinda jealousy vibes tbh .

I see for most of the people that u will be meeting them during high-school time.

𐙚❀˖° How to manifest this connection fast ?

You are being told to cooperate with others . To ask help from others like your friends or colleague to recommend some choices and all . For least to go on a trip of some sort .

𐙚❀˖° Channeled Messages from them :-

(1) show ur strength but be In a flow .

(2) I'm so attracted to you that I wanna take you from everyone ,just to trap u and protect u in my heart .

(3) you are my most unexpected gift from divine and universe .

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[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hello!!

I'm a bit new to the asking game, but I have a headcanon request! What if the Stardust Crusaders met the daughter of DIO, who had a bright and extremely sweet personality with a stand who has techomagic abilities (able to create advance technology, extended knowledge in technology). I apologize if this doesn't make sense! This would be platonic btw!

— 🧠 Anon!

I think I have a grasp of what to write for this ask finally. Darling is still a child of DIO it’s just that makes my title even wordier than it already is. Decided to do one character per bullet point btw

Platonic! Yandere! Stardust Crusaders w/ a technomagic stand darling.

You’re likely a huge help on the technological/engineering side of things for the crusaders. If you met them right at the start of trying to find DIO. Your first observation is probably akin of “Mr. Joestar you know you probably don’t need to break that expensive camera to use your stand right?”. Before long you have it repaired and ready to go, Joseph is wildly impressed and is quickly endeared to you. There is at least also one instance of him asking about fiddling around with a vending machine (for science of course), to maybe get something a little extra.

Avdol can see the trouble coming with you and Mr. Joestar a mile a way. Your eagerness towards technology is commendable and a little worrying if you get too caught up. Which is pretty often, and Joseph tends to be an enabler when it comes to anything he finds cool. He personally loves it himself but does his best to be your guide. He’s the one to most likely sit next to you in whatever transportation you’re in, it’s almost stifling but you barely notice most likely as you keep yourself entertained. There is quite a few times he does let you “loose” to do your thing, just because he enjoys your company so much.

Kakyoin is a bit more reserved in his reactions, the biggest thing that lures him to you is how well you utilize your stand in much of the technology you all run into. If you happen to bring up games out of boredom, his interest is piqued as you likely explain how you fixed a perfectly good console that was thrown in the trash. You tell him some people just don’t understand there’s things worth saving and there’s usually a fix that perfectly restores it. His feelings deepen when you tell him you believe him with the Death 13 fight. His hands are almost shaking, (In this scenario he is very likely to become a romantic yandere pretty quickly)

Polnareff bounces off your personality pretty easily, likes asking you a ton of questions and you manage to answer just about every one of them. He’d just wish you would relax a little bit and enjoy the smallest bit of relaxation (as you can when getting constantly chased by enemy stand users). So he usually nudges you with some kind of treat or even just doing something casually where it doesn’t seem that your brain is running on full power constantly. There’s a dozen times he’s even carrying you up the stairs, you deserve it. You saved his skin so he certainly has to return the favor. (This Frenchman would also be likely to end up a romantic yandere)

Jotaro is one who comes in when things go a little too far, especially if gramps or Polnareff are going what he considers over board, so if he wants to be around you he will find a way to do so. Not that he doesn’t occasionally indulge your tinkering with a little thunk to something with either his strength or Star Platinum’s. He definitely tells you to go to bed when you’re up too late for his liking while on the trip. Don’t ask why or how he got in your room, or even ponder if he was outside of your door guarding you. He can handle himself even if he is a bit hypocritical with some advice. Speaking of he is quick to tell you to lower your use of your stand, keeping it hidden so no potential danger catches everyone off guard. Especially when you’ve helped him out with Wheel of Fortune and Strength. He does let some of his eccentricities out with you and the others when it feels reasonable. But he’s still keeping one eye open at all times when he can.

If anyone’s wondering if there’s any worry about you being the daughter of DIO, I’d like to think Avdol was the one to keep an eye on you for trustworthiness before anything happened. (Even if none of them knew you were his daughter).

[billys-pretty-babe]

hii, could i request something where Newby!reader just lost her mom so she has to move in with her dad who she doesn’t know that well (Bob) so she’s new to Hawkins and doesn’t know anyone and because she’s hurting she kinda uses Billy for sex etc (doesn’t have to be smutty though just implied) and that’s like foreign to him because it’s usually him who does that and he’s low-key hurt yk? And idk maybe a fluffy ending where he confronts her and they get together or something?

If not that’s okay, it’s just an idea I had 🩵 tysm anyway

Personal Supply

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : ^^^^^

Warnings : Smut (not much detail), swearing

Word Count : 1,022

A/N : Because there is implied smut, I ask that the people that read this are over the age of 18!

You didn't like the people around you. Hawkins and its residents were weird including, Bob and his girlfriend. Well, everyone but Billy was weird, he was just like you, an outsider. Maybe that's why you're so drawn to him or maybe it's the way he moves on top of you.

You hated yourself for the way you treated him but he was your only outlet. He understood how you felt.

Now, here the two of you were, tangled in his bed sheets, his muscles rippling under your fingers as he moved his hips, his thighs hitting the back of yours before he pulled out, finishing on your stomach with a groan of your name falling from his kiss-swollen lips.

You whimpered at the feeling and he laid down beside you, sweat beads rolling off of his face. He moved his stringy hair from his face before turning to face you, "Shit," he said as he tried to catch his breath and you both laughed. Your skin stuck to his arm and you quickly moved away from him as if he just branded your skin with a hot iron.

"I gotta go, Billy." He nodded nonchalantly but truth be told, he wanted, no, he needed you to stay the night. "When are we doing this again?" You laughed as you grabbed a tissue, cleaning off the mucus-like substance before throwing it into his trash can. "Tomorrow night? It can be at my place, Bob us going to be with Joyce."

Billy nodded. "Is Joyce your step-mom?" You laughed before shaking your head as you stood up, lightly stretching your back before going into his bathroom.

This cycle went on for months and each fuck session, Billy was hurting himself.

This time, you guys were in a hotel room, an extravagant one that Billy had saved up for. You stood up, ready to put your clothes back on so you could shower at your house. Billy quickly but gently grabbed your wrist, making you look at him. "Stay?" You sighed because deep down you wanted to stay and cuddle with him but with the way your parent's relationship ended, you couldn't do it to yourself.

You wanted to tell him you loved him but again, you just couldn't. "Billy, I can't. Bob's going to be home soon and he'll call Hopper if I'm not there." Billy pursed his lips, you were lying to him. "No he's not, he took Joyce and her boys to Indianapolis. Wanna tell me another lie or do you want to tell me the truth?"

You heard the way his voice cracked slightly, the way his throat constricted, he was trying to keep his composure in front of you. "Billy, I can't stay the night." He sat up, the white blanket falling to his lap, leaving his chest exposed with the red scratches that gently puffed up.

"Why? I just need a reason." You bit your tongue gently, trying to think of an excuse. "Please babe," he softly said, his fingers gently rubbing your skin, "don't give me a stupid ass lie either. I know when you're lying to me, you do that thing with your nose, it's cute but gets you in trouble."

You sighed, your shoulders falling. "Can I at least put a shirt on?" He nodded and you put your shirt back on and sat down on the bed. "I can't be in a relationship?" Billy blinked slowly, "Why?" You let out another sigh, "The way my parents' relationship ended, I can't do that to anyone, and especially not you." He raised a perfectly trimmed brow with a slit in it, "Why? Because my dick game is good?"

You rolled your eyes, "No, you ass. I have feelings for you, okay?" He smiled and you looked at him, "What're you smiling at blondie?" He rolled his eyes at the nickname and you laughed softly. "I have feelings for you too, babe," he said as he patted your naked thigh, "but you have got to work on your lying. Really, Hopper? Bob wouldn't call Hopper, Hop is trying to get into Joyce's pants."

You screwed your face up, "Can you shut up? I don't need to hear that." Billy laughed, taking it a step further, "What if Joyce has a threesome with Bob and Hopper?" "Shut up, William," you exclaimed, disgust on your face. He dramatically fell back, hand over his heart, "William, what the actual fuck." You both laughed and he sat up, quickly moving so his face was close to yours.

"Can I kiss you?" You smiled, "Yeah." He held your jaw before placing his lips on yours and you hummed before kissing him back, moving your hand so it was in Billy's hair. He pulled away first, giving you one last peck before he stood up, wrapping the sheet around his waist and you laughed as he dragged it into the bathroom and he came back with a damp washcloth before he gently cleaned you and he wiped himself off before he put on a pair of clean boxers as he laid beside you.

"So, what does this mean for us?" He shrugged, "I don't know. Let's go on a few dates and see." You nodded and he lifted his arm, inviting you to lay on his chest and you hummed as soon as your head hit his chest. "You're comfortable," you mumbled with your eyes shut and Billy laughed. "You would've found this out months ago but no, you ran out," he said sarcastically, gently tickling your side and you laughed as you tightened your hold on him.

"Wake me up for breakfast." You swore he rolled his eyes, you just knew it. "Okay, bossy. Go to sleep." If your eyes were open, you would've rolled them but unfortunately you were fighting your sleep and it seemed like sleep was winning as Billy rubbed your back. "Goodnight," you said as your lips ghosted over his skin, making him get goosebumps.

"Goodnight, babe." You hummed at the pet name before curling up beside him as you fell asleep to the hum of the a/c.

[rearranged-fanfic]

New Chapter, Ah Yeah!

Excerpts below the cut

(Spoilers, duh)

Excerpt 1:

“What’s going on?”  Honestly, I’m not sure I want to know. Akemi smiles pleasantly.  “Settling a difference of opinion.” “On my front porch?” I inquire dryly. At that moment, Takuma’s eyes get wide and he points at me, excitement coloring his tone.  “Oh, you’re outside by yourself!  Heck yeah!” “My wardens decided to lessen my sentence a bit.” “’Bout time!” he crows, delighted.  “Thought you were gonna die of boredom if you stayed locked up much longer.” “Well, it was either that or killing them for entertainment.”  I shrug nonchalantly, like I hadn’t just inserted murderous intentions into a normal conversation.  I wait for them to take that as a joke and laugh, but they just kind of look at the ground awkwardly. …Okay?  They’re acting weird. “Don’t you attract Spirits, though?  Are you safe?” Akemi points out. And when I pull out the charm that Gojo gave me, Takuma elbows forward to take the glass bead in his palm.  His eyebrows scrunch up cutely and he leans in super close.  All Sorcerers apparently abhor personal space. Which is all well and good until Beans launches herself from my cleavage in a sneak attack, clasping onto the younger teen’s face with her wings.  Takuma lets out an undignified ‘eep’, scrambling backwards.  That’s what he gets for muscling his way into my bubble.  If only Beans could do that to Gojo—I’d have the ultimate protector, saving me form touchy-feely weirdos. He pulls the Shiki off, sucking in air and fanning himself like a dainty woman about to faint. Beans comes back to rest on the top of my head, planting herself on my crown and letting out a tiny, angry roar.  I reach up to stroke under her chin with my finger.  Good beans, I think affectionately.  Takuma finally collects himself, even as his sister has to hold her gut form laughing at his misfortune. “You have a charm like Ieiri,” the young Sorcerer notes.  I immediately note the lack of honorific, but don’t really think much of it.  Instead, it’s his words that get my attention. I peer down at the blue bead.  “She has one too, huh?”  I guess that makes sense; Gojo is all about fiercely guarding the two people he actually cares about in this world.  And now he’s offered the same protection to his precious little informant.  I should feel privileged, but him walking in on my masturbation session because of this little charm still lives in my head rent free. “It’s on her wrist,” he says, gesturing to his own. I think back and try to remember if I’d noticed a bracelet before, but I’m not really that observant.  At least I know to ask about it next time she pops up, I guess.  It’d be nice to know exactly what this charm can do, beside allow Gojo to be the world’s most efficient stalker-slash-cockblock. I shake my head to clear out the fuzz and offer my guests a little grin.  “So, what brings you guys here?” “Oh, Ma told us to come check—” Akemi throws her hand over her brother’s mouth, cutting him off.  “To check to see if you could help me with something!” she says a bit too excitedly. “What do you need help with?” I ask, distrust laced through my words. “I’m having trouble in English class, and I know that it’s your first language.  Do you think you can help me?” Uh huh.  Well, that’s not suspicious at all.  They’re clearly here to appease their mom.  And they’re fibbing about it. I cross my arms and raise a single eyebrow questioningly, doubt painted over my features.  Akemi holds up what looks to be a backpack, shaking it as though in offering.  Clever, bringing an item to use as an excuse.  The other young woman puts on her best puppy dog face, making her green eyes appear large and watery all while her lower lip quivers ever so slightly. I’m a sucker, I think with resignation as I step aside to welcome them in.

Excerpt 2:

I pinch off a section of cake, offering it to her as tribute.  The sweet treat is quickly gobbled up, and she sniffs at my fingers for more.  I roll my eyes at the gluttonous Shiki and give her another sizeable chunk.  This one, she eats a little slower.  And when she’s done, she gives me a friendly nip at the tip of my thumb and a sweet chirp.  Content with the cake for now, she curls up around my throat and prepares to sleep.  I note that she bites her own tail so that she doesn’t slip off backwards. I have a living necklace, I think.  When I pat her, she wriggles to get closer to me, letting out a contented sigh. Somebody’s affectionate today. Then again, she’s been clingy since this morning for whatever reason. Rolling my eyes at the silly creature, I peer down at my phone.  Time to see what’s up next on my adventure.  I scroll for a few minutes, listening to the whistling snores that my Shiki puts off like it’s the most soothing music known to man. A shadow falls over me, blocking the light, but I ignore it.  Until somebody clears their throat. “Excuse me, Miss.”  I think I’ve heard the voice before, but I’m not quite sure where.  Maybe he’s another friendly character from the manga? Then I roll my eyes at the thought.  Yeah, right.  What are the odds of meeting another manga character in a city as bis as Tokyo?   He’s probably just some dude that I’ve met in passing—maybe the clerk at the hotel I stayed at my first night here?

[foundationsofdecay]

So let's play

In Sundowning, we get a lot of references to Sleep and Vessel's relationship being like a game they play. It's violent, sure, it has its highs and lows and winning and losing seasons, but even though the most hardcore sports fan may insist their preferred sport is more than just a game... maybe it can eclipse multiple roles, but that doesn't mean that it isn't still a game to be played at the end of the day. It's something both teams are knowingly and willingly engaged in.

Blood Sport, of course, is the most obvious example of this in Sundowning. Rolling the numbers, playing with chance, playing over and over despite knowing you're never going to be the winning team at the end of the season, those are all very prominent aspects to that song. Take Aim is debatable, depending on if you wanted to stretch that to an archery or sharpshooting perspective, though the image of Vessel with the arrow on his head can be a compelling one. In Give, we have talk of fighting fair, a relationship that's like open warfare but uses similar language to war games. More explicitly we see this in Sugar - "you play your twisted little game", "you must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game".

Here's the thing, though: forgive me if I'm mistaken, but I don't think we get a single lyric in a single track on TPWBYT that could be described in this manner. None at all. The absolute closest thing I can think of is vague references to warfare again in something like Missing Limbs - "my polite offenses won't last for very long", for example - but the idea that this is some kind of sport they're engaged in has long since vanished, and it's dubious whether or not he's even referring to Sleep so much as the heavens brought up in the previous verse.

Then again, TPWBYT is pretty unique in its tone and language, or at least marks a major departure from what was established in Sundowning.

Yet, even the two singles dividing those two albums don't use this language. In something like Jaws you can find references to play, but these are far more one-sided. Being "caged and always provoked by prey left unattended" is partly a rather impotent cry and partly an invocation of the image of a child pouring salt over a slug or pulling legs off of beetles. In this game, only one person in truly playing, and what kind of game is that, really?

Given that, what about TMBTE? Were the singles and album after Sundowning a momentary pause, a change in perspective on their interaction based on the broader concept that comes back into the previous focus when we reach the third album?

Well... no. You can see last vestiges of it in something like Chokehold's "you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood", but the duality that was once there is completely gone, just like we saw in Jaws, here more akin to dog fights than anything. You get references to hunting in Aqua Regia, but not of the competitive type either. Perhaps if you framed it in the sense of a game of life and death, but there's an animal quality to that, the result of a force of nature rather than something they willingly and knowingly engaged in like in Sugar.

So, what is it, then? Is Blood Sport the last time we ever see their relationship in that light, or at least the last direct acknowledgement of it? Blood Sport is in and of itself an introspective piece, reading more as internal monologue than dialogue. Though, as said at the outset, even though it's an admission of loss that doesn't necessarily mean the game is going to suddenly end. What, then? Did the game actually end there, or did it stop feeling like a game and more like an obligation? If you didn't call the game, you have to decide: will you save yourself the trouble and refuse to put up a fight, or keep fighting anyways? Do you end it now, or do you let it drag out until the end?

[brainyxbat]

Chapter 18: Sworn on a Friend's Dream! The Battle of Molehill, Block 4

(episode 114)

"They're over there?!" Ms. Merry Christmas exclaimed, after the dust from the explosion cleared up. They were at least 10 feet away from where it occurred. "When did you have time to move?!" She noticed Chopper had changed to walk point, while holding Usopp's overalls strap with his teeth. "That form...! I get it, you're a Zoan type, aren't you? I thought you weren't just a normal person."

"Are you okay, Usopp?"

He shakily pushed himself up. "Thanks... you saved me."

She grinned mockingly. "So what if he did? Our advantage over you hasn't changed a bit! Let's go, Mr. 4! Here we go!" She dove back down, creating another hole. "Off we go! Now we go! You lunkhead! You l'ead!" He jumped down after her with a grunt.

"She went underground again!"

"Usopp, you'd best consider yourself done for if you stop moving."

"I get you. You mean, if we stop, they'll fire dozens more at us, huh?" Lassoo sneezed three more baseballs in their direction. "Here they come!" They leaped away in opposite directions, as Mr. 4 reemerged.

A determined Chopper charged in with a battle cry, changing to muscle point. "If I can just knock you flying...!"

He was suddenly stopped by Ms. Merry Christmas grabbing his ankle. "Wait up. If we don't have a batter, the game won't be any fun, will it?" Mr. 4 hit all three balls back, and Chopper shouted in panic when they were heading straight for him!

"Chopper!"

He quickly changed to brain point, letting the balls fly above his head, and explode behind him. "Whew, I can do that. Why, you dirty mole!" She ducked back down to avoid his attack, before he changed back to muscle point, and leaped straight for Mr. 4. "You bastard!" He swung a punch at him, but missed when he disappeared into the hole. "Damn. If they keep running away through these mole holes, then even if I use a Rumble Ball, time will run out on it right away." Just then, he heard shuffling noises. "Huh? Huh...?"

Behind him, the two reemerged, and scaled the area. "Eh? Just where did that guy with the long nose disappear to?"

"They're right. Usopp is gone!"

"I should warn you guys...!" Speak of the devil. His voice rang out from the tunnels, as they glanced around. "My goodness, I'm impressed you could create all of these underground tunnels without it becoming tiresome. Good work! Then again, there can be some literal "pitfalls" when it comes to fighting like this, you know?"

"Where are you?!" She demanded. "Where did you go?! He wouldn't...!"

"Yes! You took the trouble to make these underground tunnels. You're not the only ones... who can move around in them." He then leaped up behind Mr. 4, now wielding a giant hammer with "5t" in red letters on one side. "Usopp..."

"You bastard! You were in one of those holes?!" Chopper perked up brightly through Ms. Merry Christmas' anger.

"Pound!" His head was smashed down, before bouncing back up.

"Mr. 4!" He landed on the sand, and proudly held out his weapon. "A f-five-ton hammer?! Where does that kid keep that kind of power?!" He spun it with one hand, as though it was only a pound.

Chopper looked on in awe. "Five tons..."

"Who are you?" She glared.

"Traveler of the world's oceans, crusher of notorious foes as I go, and sinker of countless ships. Out of fear, people call me the "Dynast of Destruction."" He grinned with a snicker. "Remember my name well. Captain Usopp!" He posed with confidence.

"Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!" Chopper cheered. "That was awesome, Usopp!"

"Yeah, thank you, thank you, baby!"

"Awesome! Awesome!"

"Thank you. I'll be signing autographs later."

"I've underestimated your ability, until now!"

"Hey..."

"Mr. 4 is..."

'He's not moving,' Usopp watched him cautiously, 'C-could I have hit him that hard? No, hold on. Either way, this is my chance, huh?' He turned to Ms. Merry Christmas with determination. "You too, penguin! Take this five-ton hammer!" She screamed in terror when he ran over, hammer in tow. "Usopp Pound!!" She ducked down to avoid the hit. "Tch, she got away! Where are you, penguin?!"

She peeked out of another hole in irritation. "I told you, I'm a mole, you "ba"!"

"There you are!" At that, a game of life-size whack-a-mole commenced. "Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Rubber band!" He shot a rubber band at her face, before continuing. "Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!!" He panted in exhaustion, as the cloud of dust cleared. "Damn, you're all over the place!"

"Ha! "Ba"! You "ba"! What's the point..." She was tired out herself, "If you can't hit me?!"

He pushed past his fatigue, and shakily lifted his hammer. "Let me inform you of something. You must've heard that a good number of Baroque Works staff have been eliminated by us, right? The truth is, that was all my doing!"

"W-what?!"

"And what's more..." He gave a teeth-baring grin. "I have 8,000 men under me!"

After a moment of silence, Chopper expressed his naive shock. "Really?!"

Usopp tensed up at that, before lifting his hammer in a distraction. "Five tons! Five tons!"

"Wow, awesome! Wow, awesome!"

As they both rambled on, Mr. 4 regained consciousness, and groggily sat up. "Ee-yow!"

"What, just now?!" Usopp gawked.

"Whoa!" Chopper exclaimed. "He took a five-ton hammer, too! He's a monster!"

'He doesn't have the slightest bump, does he?' Usopp tensed in a panic.

He took a direct blow to the head by a five-ton hammer, and he's uninjured? Ms. Merry Christmas thought with confusion.

A baseball exploding in his face startled Usopp out of his mind, but it hit his hammer. Chopper shouted in shock at the result; it was a fake! "Papier-mache?! Hey, that was fake?!"

"Of course it was! You think I can lift five tons?! I have to give up after 5kg! This is a light, folding model I made out of frying pans, and a stick!"

He started shaking and whimpering at Ms. Merry Christmas' burning fury. "Why you... you tricked me, didn't you?" He backed away with fear. "No more mercy! More art of escaping! Mole-fish!!"

Usopp stayed put when she dove back down. "She's gone into the molehill again! Watch out for the holes!" 'W-what's she planning to do this time?' He scaled the whole area in a panic. "Where did you go, you bastard?! Where did you go?!"

He heard her mocking voice from underground. "Watch out for the holes, you say? That won't do any good. Under the ground is like a swimming pool to me!"

Through her evil laughing, Usopp began brainstorming. "A pool?" Suddenly, a tunnel began opening right under him. "You mean...?"

She leaped up behind his back. "Mole..."

"Usopp!"

"Banana!!" Her hit landed in Usopp's face, sending him flying several feet away. "Mr. 4! Lassoo! You guys take care of the reindeer man! Show off your 400-swing punk knocks!"

Chopper panicked when Lassoo launched hundreds of baseballs in his direction. He was surrounded, with nowhere to escape. 'It's no use! I can't take an attack like this anymore! It's all, or nothing! I'll have to use those three minutes to think up a way to beat up this guy! Rumble!' He ate a Rumble Ball, while turning small again. 'Brain Point!!' He held his front hooves together. "Scope!!" The balls all exploded around him.

Nearby, Usopp sat up, and looked back in concern. "Chopper...?" The reindeer stumbled back from the explosions, but regained his footing, and put his hooves together again, with Mr. 4 in the gap. "Chopper," Usopp smiled weakly.

"Is this the time for you to be concerned about someone else?" He tensed up at Ms. Merry Christmas' voice from underground. "I told you, no more mercy, you "ba"! I'll torment you as much as I like, and turn you into desert dried fish! Mole Banana!! Here goes!" She suddenly launched up, emerging between his legs, and he jumped away with his legs high up by his head.

"You can't go after that spot on a guy!"

"Quit your griping, you "ba"!" He ran for his life, with the attacks merging close behind. "Mole Banana!! Mole Banana!! Banana!! Banana!!"

Through his sprint, Usopp was ecstatic to find a wall portion up ahead. 'Terrific! There are ruins of a wall over there! If I keep dashing at this speed toward it, she'll hit the part of the wall buried in the sand with a major crash!'

"Banana!! Banana!!"

'Come on, come on, come on, come on!' He jumped up in the air, and on another structure. "Now bash your head open!" The first wall crumbled on impact, but his platform soon followed suit. "Wha-?!" He screamed in terror when it collapsed down on him.

"Usopp!" Chopper weakly looked on in concern. Because he was distracted, he got hit by another bomb by Mr. 4. He staggered to his feet while the dust cleared, and turned to the destruction. "Usopp..." With a glare, he turned back to his opponent, and put his hooves back together. 'I don't have time for that. The Rumble Ball will only last for two more minutes. Usopp will be fine. It will take more than that to beat him. Right now, finding their weakness comes first. Otherwise, we're going to get beaten here. Yeah, it's just like Usopp said, isn't it? Right now, I'll just do whatever I can!'

In the rubble, Usopp peeked around, before emerging, and panting. He stayed on high alert, sweating profusely, before he laughed confidently. "Got crushed, did you?! You old penguin hag! Serves you right!"

"I told you, I'm a mole!" She was right in front of him! He recoiled with a yelp. "Molehill Highway!!"

Usopp screamed in terror when she grabbed his ankles, and began dragging him away. "What are you doing?! Let me go!" He flailed helplessly. "Stop it! This is dangerous to do out here! If you go too fast, you'll- Wah! In front of you! Look! A wall! A wall in front of you! Can't you see that?! Stop it!"

"Mole-Mole Impact!"

He collided hard in the wall, creating a shaped hole, before being tossed away like garbage.

"I see it! I know your weakness!" Chopper made a beeline for Lassoo, slid up to him, and began shoving sand in his face. "Now!" He forced Lassoo's snout down the nearest tunnel, sending baseballs shooting down. "Usopp! Usopp, can you get up?! Usopp!" He weakly looked towards him. "Get away from the mole, and her holes!"

He made a run for it. "You don't have to tell me!"

Chopper, now in walk point, joined him. "Hurry!"

Ms. Merry Christmas watched in confusion from close by Mr. 4. "What are those guys doing now?"

Just as Usopp and Chopper made it to safety, the whole area exploded! It was even noticed by Vivi, who was still trekking on through the kingdom. "The molehill's weakness... is that all the tunnels are connected."

"Oh..." Usopp groaned, "... Yeah?"

Chopper watched cautiously, before a trio of familiar shadows emerged in the dust. They're alive! This is bad. My Rumble Ball's effectiveness is already half gone."

"No more..." He turned to Usopp, who jumped to his feet with teary eyes. "No more! No more! We're gonna get killed!" He made an urgent run for it.

"Usopp!"

"You gotta be kidding me!" He cried. "There's no way we can beat them! Not those monsters! They're still alive, after that!"

"No, we can't run away!" Chopper protested. "Not from these guys! Usopp!"

"He's right!" His sprint was suddenly stopped by Ms. Merry Christmas grabbing his ankle. "That was an insolent stunt for you to pull! After going that far, you can't just run away, you know!"

"Usopp!" Chopper called out fearfully.

He could only scream in terror. "Ha! I guess if the captain is that feeble, his crew must be wimps too!"

Usopp stopped dead at that. "Captain...? What about Luffy?"

"If you mean Straw Hat Luffy, he got killed a while ago, at the boss' hand. The rebellion has begun, and all. You guys picked the wrong people to mess with."

Usopp and Chopper stared on in terror. "Luffy... is dead?" Chopper almost whispered.

Usopp on the other hand, glared down furiously. "Don't you lie to us!"

[marshmallowprotection]

All Saerans' reactions to me (a visually impaired white cane user) accidentally tripping him up

It happens;;; 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(You could maybe even make one of them do a cute little stumble or fall)

Ray is the one that would apologize profusely. It doesn't matter if it was your fault or not. He will take the blame himself and never let you tell him otherwise. Clearly, it's his fault because he wasn't being wary of the situation. He needs to be more cautious! That's what he'll say to himself in his moment of fear and shame. He doesn't want you to be upset with yourself about it. He would rather take the blame for a lot of things, in general, so keep that in mind.

There's hardly a way to get him to relax when it comes to accidents. You can try to wave it off and let him know it's no big deal, but to him, everything is a big deal. It's less cute and more stressful for him. That happens to be his state of mind.

His problem is treating you like glass. He might understand that you can take care of yourself just fine, but in his mind, he's paranoid that someone is going to manipulate you or lead you the wrong way if you needed help. He wants to be the only person you turn to when you're in need of help. Is that so bad?

He doesn't think so, but that's what he will do at this moment. He'll run through the motions, apologize, and become a little more clingy than he was the day before.

He'd rather skin his hands and knees than allow you to trip over something or stumble into a bushel of thorns.

Suit Saeran is the unsuspecting route. You might imagine he would purposefully make life harder for you the minute he realizes you have a disability. But, honestly, that's not the case. What's the point in his tormenting you when that's just "too obvious"?

Why go down what he considers to be the path far too many would travel? The world is cruel enough to people who're different, why bother making a point of that when you already know it? He can spend his time insulting what he is sure is your real problem.

The fact that you're a brainless idiot who thinks it's a good idea to go to a secondary location in the mountains where you won't have any soul to save you before it's too late. That's your real problem. You're a moron. You don't have any self-preservation skills. Do you know how many people would take advantage of you? Do you know how bad it would be if you didn't have him around?

Do you even know what Ray was thinking?

At least, Saeran lets you feel in control!

If you expect him to be angry because you accidentally tripped him, he won't be. He's angrier about everything else. He happens to be the most unsuspecting ally. He is the only one who gets to insult and yell at his toy. The world isn't allowed to make you feel like shit. That's his job. It's... flattering and yet... not? It's hard to explain that one.

GE Saeran is considerate. He wouldn't be upset if he tripped because of you. He knows you don't do that intentionally. It happens now and again, either because he isn't paying attention to where he's going or the environment you're in makes for an accident. He picks himself up and smiles, shaking it off because he's okay and you don't need to be worried about him. He can handle a little rough and tumble!

It's not a big deal.

He's more worried about you.

You could've taken a fall just as easily as he did, and he doesn't want you to get hurt. So, he'd be checking you over for bumps and bruises just in case! Saeran is always fretting over you like that, it happens to every MC of his, it's not just because you've got trouble with seeing. He learned the hard way that you can take care of yourself, but if you need help, he's already there and prepped for whatever you need. It's his honor to help out!

Just be mindful of the fact that he's the most likely candidate to grab you and fall so you land on top of him. He'd rather get those scrapes if he can help it. Scold him about it! He should know better than to do that to himself! Pinch his cheeks and remind him that you don't want him to get bumps anymore than he wants you to.

[causenessus]

hello i also went through my entire aesthetic pinterest board to find pictures for all your smaus (minus inked bc it's on hold 😔)

CALLOUSED HANDS

inner child healing, DEF vintage core, lowkey 10 things i hate about you "do you like the girl? is she worth all this trouble? either she is or she isn't" type beat in my very humble opinion. big grunge vibes. throwing rocks out your window. sneaking out of the house. the kind of couple to pack their bags and run away from home together/just leave everything behind to start a new life. definitely a kind of looks like they could kill you and would kill you (yn) and looks like they could kill you but won't (bc he's kuroo i'm in love with my girlfriend and everything i have is her's and i will only fight for her tetsuro). cigarettes after sex (sunsetz) for sure and CURRENT JOYS (honorable song mentions: kids, new flesh, my motorcycle, you broke my heart). ALSO ALSO other really specific kind of references they give me lockwood and lucy (lockwood and co.) vibes except for y/n is lockwood with her kind of i'm not living for anything vibes before kuroo comes into her life I HOPE SOMEONE GETS THIS. OR they're nico and libby "you're a fire hazard. stop apologizing for the damage and just let the fucker burn" (which i interpret as "i'm going to love you no matter what. just be yourself") nico and libby (atlas six) kind of dynamic I DON'T KNOW

35 MM

FREDERICK BHAER AND JO ALL THE WAY I KNOW LAURIE IS IN HERE BUT ONLY BC THE SCENE IS LITERALLY JO LOOKING SO HAPPY OVER WATCHING A PERFORMANCE AND LAURIE IS GIVING HER THE LOOK OF LOVE. WHICH IS ANOTHER AESTHETIC KIND OF POINT THAT NEEDS TO BE MADE. the kind of both people are independent but lean on each other dynamic. like they could be by themselves (at least akaashi could) but wants to be with the other and the other person only. the kind of "i can do it" "i know you can but let me" dynamic. going to the gas station together at 3 am because one of them wants ice cream kind of aesthetic (totally not based off of when they were eating takeout together at his place). late nights and domesticity. yn and akaashi are the epitome of the quiet life people dream of, living in an apartment with their significant other. just them. that's their world. definitely dark academia like someone else said. definitely library dates. the couple that's helping the other study for their assignments or go to cafes together to work on homework (and one of them might end up pushing their homework aside just to look at the other person) i'm feeling fade into you and like real people do

ON REPEAT

ONLY THREE PHOTOS BC I FEEL LIKE THEY SUMMED IT UP REALLY PERFECTLY <3 the actual definition of domesticity. just pure love. definitely love languages are in this aesthetic. i'm getting a lot of gift giving vibes. BUT AGAIN DOMESTICITY!! just kageyama being in love and a sucker for y/n. he's behind her at every moment in case she needs anything, holding her bags for her and always there to be a scary guard dog to anyone looking despite being a sweetheart and melting the moment y/n is looking at him or asking something. the kind of people who would both come up to a grandma and help her cross the street or carry things for her <3 they're happy as long as they're together. they remind me of this one video i've had saved for years in my phones that goes along the lines of "when you're a kid you think your parents are soulmates. my kids are going to be right about that." (ik that isn't always applicabale to family dynamics like i would rather die than have kids but i personally think it's even more impactful thinking about it as "my parents were so messed up but i'm going to meet my soulmate. i'm going to be with someone that people see us together and think that we're soulmates. i'm going to find someone that loves me.") songs that come to mind are the cuco's wannabewithu and songs4u albums but also work song simply bc of how lovesick it is and loverboy

SYRUP

if tumblr wants to weirdly shape my images then they're going to do that bc i couldn't make them all 1:1 so I'M SORRY but they're definitely the vibe of if laurie had got jo in the end </333 he's lowkey more of a pathetic bf than kageyama bc at least kageyama's got a cool quiet person aura on the outside but oikawa looks like a bottom twink anyway (said w/ love i love him sm). definitely something that happened in syrup but definitely the kind of love/aesthetic of visiting each other at work. y/n and oikawa come in a pair, neither one is never very far from the other. a super chaotic dynamic. the kind of people who are always out driving late at night, their friends are getting notifications from them asking if they want anything from a random fast food joint before they remember to mention that they're coming to visit and crash at said friend's apartment (does this make sense??). another dynamic that's happy and content just with each other and nothing else. the kind of couple that will both stare you down bc they know what they're doing and what they want and we're all just living in their world. (again, if u don't agree with y/n, oikawa will be beating u up even if he looks like a twink)

i have kind of a silly question that i’m very curious abt. do u guys associate any of my fics with any particular aesthetic??? if u do ur legally obligated to tell me which fics and what aesthetic

[writer-freak]

Frank Morrison (the legion) x new survivor reader (headcanons)

Summary: After a Night out you suddenly awake in a cornfield and there you meet a masked dude with a knife and your randomness maybe saved you there

Warnings:gender neutral reader, English isn’t my first language so sorry,blood, the Reader gets called stupid, classical Dbd stuff

A/n: I am writing all my exams soon so I may not be able to write till the Christmas holidays but I wrote this instead of learning for my Chemistry exam so I hope you enjoy

Likes, comments and reblogs are really appreciated🖤🖤🖤

• Being a new survivor who was just dropped into a trial

• Instead of being scared there was just confusion running through your veins

• You were pretty sure that last night you didn't go to sleep in a cornfield

• Walking around nothing makes sense about wherever you are

• Then you walked into someone, and that person had a mask on and a knife in his hand

• By now you were convinced that this was either a dream or a really elaborate prank from your friends

• You should probably be more scared but for some reason, you felt internally calm in this situation

• "Where am I bro?' was bro the right word to call a random guy with a knife

• Probably not but it is what it is and you couldn't go back now

• Not being able to see his expression made you a little bit unsure but then you heard him chuckle which then developed into full-blown laughter

• "did you really see me with a knife and your first thought was to call me bro" he was still laughing and then you started laughing too

• "Seriously are you just stupid or insane" you rubbed your neck in embarrassment and then the laughter slowly died down

• You then repeated yourself asking " but seriously where am I, because I'm pretty sure didn't pass out in a field yesterday."

• You still couldn't see his face but he rubbed his neck in the same manner you had before "yeah about that...“

• he introduced himself as Frank and explained all the stuff with survivors, killers the entity, and how things worked around here

• Even though he is a killer he told you he would be nice this one time because you made him laugh and were completely new

• This was greatly appreciated from your side and then he brought you to one of those generators

• He told you to just try and repair it and he would come back

• You heard something light up on the map and then some screams were heard

• You trusted Frank and continued repairing which was way harder than you thought it would be

• The gen constantly exploded in your face and you made barely any progress

• After more frustration and kicking the gen angrily, Frank appeared again

• He joked that kicking gens is his job and you let your gaze wander over him, you saw the sweat dripping down his neck, the heaving of his chest, and then your gaze landed on the blood which covered his hands and more importantly his knife

• You don't know why you didn't think the knife was dangerous before, probably because you guys were joking around and you didn't even think that he could hurt you

• Dread filled you but you stood your ground not wanting him to think you were scared

• He came closer and you were frozen on that spot but he walked past you to the gen and tapped it before asking " having troubles with this? I could hear this thing exploding at least 10 times"

• Him behaving like before made you relax and made you let a chuckle out before answering "well have you tried to repair one of those. Every time I think I did something right and then boom it explodes yet again "

• Frank laughed saying "Nah I'm happy that I'm on this side and just have to kick these little shits"

• You then said out loud what you thought the entire time "you know even though you told me you are a killer I find it weird with you know how normal we are talking right now it almost makes it unbelievable if I didn’t see the knife"

• He looked around and informed you that he needed to go again real quick and that you should continue to try and repair the gen

• With that he sped away to who knows where and you angrily locked at the machine before sticking your hands into the mess of cables again

• You heard some screams again and the short loss of concentration made the gen explode again

• You went back to the gen and the sound of the machine churning to live covered up the sound of Frank quickly taking someone out before they could alert you

• For some reason he was fond of you and didn't want you to be scared of him at least yet

• You continued innocently repairing the gen without much progress while your teammates all went down quickly with one member basically doing nothing

• You finally finished your generator but at that time Frank killed everyone else and came back to you

• You proudly showed off your work and Frank applauded you "now you only need to do this with four more and you can escape"

• Frank grinned behind his mask seeing you with a shocked face and asking if that was true

• "Well sorta, your other teammates also repair gens so you don't need to actually do it all alone but in total there need to be five gens finished to escape"

• While Frank gave you a quick run down at the start he left out quite a bit of information

• He showed you around the map with everyone else gone there was no threat of someone fucking this up

• Everything was explained in detail but he left some of the more brutal parts out before he brought you to the hatch

• You looked down into this weird void not really wanting to go down there

• "is it really the way to escape from here because I really don't trust this weird void "

• Frank laughed "do you want me to hold your hand while jumping down"

• There was worry on your face " you know usually I would think that this is a good joke but maybe I will actually take you up on that offer because this feels too ominous even for me"

• You held your hand expectantly to him and at first, he just looked at it but then he tried wiping the blood un his hand off on his pants

• He put his hand into yours and you squeezed it while taking a deep breath before you let go and jumped

If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed this and I hope you have a wonderful day💙🖤💙

[luminnara]

alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request:  Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches. 

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with. 

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom. 

“Why are we going?” the little girl called. 

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh. 

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there. 

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door. 

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you. 

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh. 

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance. 

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you. 

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

 “Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called. 

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting. 

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to. 

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him. 

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school. 

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall. 

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead. 

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled. 

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said. 

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her. 

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. 

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed. 

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today. 

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug. 

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair. 

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you. 

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted. 

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi. 

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.  

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead. 

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway. 

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face. 

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku. 

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled. 

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face. 

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there. 

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you. 

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them. 

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said. 

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her. 

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion. 

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat. 

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba. 

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you. 

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek. 

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up. 

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked. 

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked. 

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own. 

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch. 

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder. 

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected. 

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested. 

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously. 

“Not another word.” he growled. 

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his. 

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly. 

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand. 

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked. 

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. 

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said. 

“Yeah!” Mina agreed. 

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions. 

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy. 

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted. 

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up. 

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving. 

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side. 

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled. 

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

[junostwistedworld]

Falling For You

In which you make a lasting impression on Neige when he gets himself in a touch of trouble.

It can be read as platonic or romantic; written in second person; no reference to gender or appearance. Just generally silly/fluff? Reader is assumed to have ended up at RSA rather than NRC.

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You've had a long day. If something could go wrong, it has, and Che'nya's been at his finest when it comes to being a menace. And it's barely even noon! All you want is to get a cafeteria, get something to eat, and sit down for a little bit before your next class... It seems you just aren't going to get a break.

There's crowd gathering around the gigantic oak tree in the courtyard, someone's climbing up it... Despite your better judgment, you stop to see what in the world is going on. You find Rielle somewhere in the front of the crowd and ask what's going on- is that Neige?

He just sighs: yes. They found a baby bird in the grass on their way to lunch and Neige decided he had to put it back before the parents came. A kind gesture, but really a stupid idea. Still... you stay to watch for a few minutes. He's moving carefully, pulling himself up one branch at a time, stops and leans against the trunk before holding onto the branch above him and scooting out. Reaches the bird's nest (how did he even find it...?) and takes the chick out of his coat pocket and drops it in as carefully as he can before returning to the trunk. Polite clapping, relieved chatter, Neige is making his way down. So you turn to leave, lunch has waited far too long...

There's a crack, followed by screaming, you turn around- well. No one should be shocked, the tree's probably older than the castle is. One of the branches have wrenched halfway off the tree under Neige's weight, and now he's clinging to it with arms and legs wrapped tight. Reaching out to try and grab the next branch over, every time he moves though the one he's on rips a little farther off the tree... His fingers have just reached the other branch, and the one he's on decides to give out.

He tumbles down the branches- and you trample whoever happens to be in front of you, because you go sprinting without much thought, skid to a halt under the tree and lift your arms as if to catch him- ... it's less like catching and more like breaking his fall, because you both end up sprawled on the ground. The breath gets knocked out of both of you. And he just slowly sits up, looks at you and gasps if you're okay, you saved him, is there anything he can do to repay you?

Yeah. Get off before you hurl. Because let's be honest- it would probably hurt a lot to have someone fall from a tree and land on top of you. He clambers off, kneels beside you and wavers he guesses he fell for you, huh...! Asks again if you're okay?

Yeah... This is probably one of the least dramatic things you've gotten dragged into since you ended up in Twisted Wonderland. You sit up, he just smiles at you- and then the crowd descends. Swarming around Neige and pulling you up and dusting you off. Someone gives you your bag- either you dropped it or flung it in someone's face in the mad dash to reach the tree and Neige. Speaking of him: you can barely see the top of his head through the crowd swarming around him; even at school he's popular... He's in good hands now, so you decide to take your leave before anything else dramatic can happen.

And by the time Neige managed to wiggle through the crowd to find you... you've disappeared...!

Later that night at your cottage...

... Who sent you a massive flower arrangement? The coffee table's gonna break if you try to put this on it.

It was Neige. Either he's smitten, or you've got yourself a fanboy for life.

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I've said it before, I'll say it again: I'm all for the dramatics. And who doesn't enjoy a crazy 'how we met' story every now and again?

NOTE: I've never edited photos before, this is my first attempt. Very plain, but I still somehow managed.

Masterlist

[cagenewman]

On one hand, I want to say yes, because I understand not wanting the creepy doll on our property. On the other… do you feel like that's some really, really bad karma that might end up causing more trouble for us? You absolutely are not going to burn down our house! We've worked too hard on this house, there's no way I'm going to let you light it up and blow this popsicle joint. Although I probably would come with you, but let's not worry about that, the doll can't actually hurt us, no matter how scared of it we are… or at least I hope. I know… but maybe we can turn her into a farm girl instead, she has a pet donkey now and chickens and ducks to chase, maybe she'll slowly get over the whole spooky Halloween thing, you know? Hmm… no. Thank you for the suggestion, but no, I still don't trust them. I'll go along with it so as not to cause waves, but you know I've got my ear to the ground to make sure that they don't start ruining our home, and I always will. So you'd let her join the basketball team but probably very kindly and politely ask her to put the cheerleading uniform on just once to see how she looked in it before you gave up on that dream? But I get it, I was the same way when Colton wanted to get into sports, I always told him to do it for him, not for me, and he's always assured me that that's what he's doing, doing something for himself, and I believe him. Based on what I've seen, I think they can get it designated. There's enough paperwork showing, you know, this person lived here since day one, they built this bungalow, they caught lobster and helped establish the lobster trade… but yeah, basically in cases where they can't say that it's historical, or if it's something that I look at and genuinely don't think that it can be salvaged, it goes up for auction or for sale. Normally corporations buy them out and like you said, condos, big houses, gas stations… but every now and then someone will buy it and sit on it, even if they can't save the building. I've stopped a few sales, I'll be honest. Show up when I know they're assessing the property, tell them about the history, talk about how important this town is to the people who grew up here… the ones who have a heart leave. Well, as long as I'm a cute nerd, I guess I'll take it. Oh, please, he's an excellent snuggler, we're going to go lay out in the pasture and look at the stars, you know, and then you'll look outside and see us out there and get so insanely jealous about how peaceful our evening is, mark my words. I don't think that you're being cruel or vindictive, no, and I think that taking your time is good. It's either that or rush into something and push yourself to feel something that you're not ready to feel, or end up hurting yourself, and I don't want that, either. I get it, though. The upset? I do. And I know that I play a huge part in t hat, I know that if anyone's to blame in this, it's me, because -- well, I don't need to tell you why, you lived through it, but. I get it, you don't have to explain yourself to me. Do you want to go back to work? I know when you came home, we were tossing around some options, trying to figure out what you wanted to do. The only thing I ask is that you don't stress yourself out this fall. Please? I don't want bright colors. We're already going to have fall colors as a back drop, I was thinking something softer? More subdued, gentle tones, champagne, sage, bronze… what were you thinking? If you say teal and fuchsia, we're going to have to rock, paper scissors this.

Okay but like hypothetically, I know we have twenty acres, but can we bury the creepy dolls of the future on someone else's land? Or random land that no one owns because I feel like putting them in our land is still bad juju that we don't need. If it somehow comes back I'm burning it all down and moving, like out of Merrock. You can come with or not but I'm going where it can't find me. I'm not really sure, because I'm definitely not a Halloween person, never have been. I can enjoy dressing up but it's not like I live for it like some people. Let alone the spookier side of things? She must get that all on her own and we love an independent queen but she had to choose spooky? Maybe she'll grow out of it. You are not using our daughter as a way to take down the benefactor in some master plan when she's older. We haven't seen anything bad in what? Several years other than a few galas, a few trips? I think you need to just accept that maybe they're not that bad and they just don't want to be actively known. Would I be disappointed? I mean doesn't every ex-cheerleader mother want their daughter to follow in their footsteps? Of course! But I would also want her to be happy. My mother forced me into all of that but I actually loved it, it's what made it bareble which is why I ended up Captain of the cheer squad, leader of dance team, because it was what I loved doing. But if she came home and wanted to join the football team, or the girls basketball team I'd be out there cheering her on just as much as anyone. Thigh high leather boots are always open for later discussion. Sounds like a great day to me, think it'll at the very least be interesting to see what goes on into trying to make a property a historical site. What's going to happen if they don't deem it historical? Can someone buy it before someone goes and makes a crazy bunch of condos or anything like that? I'm just curious. You do sound like a nerd but a very, very cute nerd. Exactly only a sophomore, that's technically still three years of high school since he has to get through his sophomore year. So just enjoy it because yes, it does go by too fast, but the more you let yourself enjoy it the better it'll all be. I didn't say that you know I think Beanstalk is adorable I just want mini versions of things that are like me sized too. So don't go twisting the words, sir. Or you'll be sleeping out in the stall with Beanstalk and seeing how well he cuddles. That's all I need, some time. It's not like I'm a cruel or vindictive person. I want Merrock to welcome her and be a home to her if that's where she wants to be I just can't... be that person to be overly welcoming right now. Not yet. I hate that I have a sore spot in the fact that you were married, it doesn't seem fair, but I also can't help it. There's just something unsettling right now, and I'm trying to figure it all out without overwhelming myself when I have enough on my plate. Which speaking of, we need to talk about a few things. Like me going back to work, and my course load in the fall. I'm gonna say no on the boots for now, maybe I'll put some on at the end of the night just for you. I'm making no promises first. I have to figure out my dress or dresses first. Flowers? Oh. Tough. I mean there's classic roses, which are always beautiful. If we went that route I'm thinking tea or peach roses. Something a bit different. Peonies are gorgeous. No lilies. Beautiful but not for me. Think we need to figure out the color scheme first before we settle on flowers actually.

[phantomrose96]

Old Wounds

Danny’s secret is not a secret anymore.

The lines between Fenton and Phantom have long since blurred. And it’s a common occurrence for news reporters to trip over their tongue when flagging him down, mid-transformation, for a post-fight interview. “Phanton.” “Fentom.” So often that, to most now, he is just Danny.

When Danny wants upgrades to his gear, he comes to his mother. When Danny learns a quirky new element of Ghost Zone lore, he brings it to his father. When the Amity Park Ghost Alarm is raised, he’s first on the scene with the Fenton RV right on his non-corporeal heels.

When he’s injured, Danny comes only to his friends and sister.

Jazz notices the pattern. How it is only her, or only Sam, or only Tucker who receives the late-night knock at the window glass, with her brother on the other side, corny sheepish smile on display and arm or leg or shoulder held up in explanation.

Jazz notices how hushed Danny remains, day or night, when he comes to her for first aid. How he speaks in that same hesitant muted tone as he did when all of this was still a secret. How he quiets himself in the way injured prey animals do.

Jazz doesn’t feel it’s her place to ask. Not yet, at least. Eventually. But not yet.

The window is open. Honeysuckle-sweet gusts of late-spring air swirl through Jazz’s room and tease away the sheen of sweat that has collected on her brow. She cannot wipe it away herself, not with both hands meticulously occupied in tweezering out the singed fabric from her brother’s arm.

Danny winces, and hisses, and Jazz frees another thread from its embedded hold in Danny’s burn wound.

“It’s kind of like… summer vacation when we were kids and we’d get splinters visiting Aunt Alicia’s lake house,” Jazz remarks with another careful tug. “…If we can call it a lake house.”

“Lake shed,” Danny replies, grinning through the sweat shining on his pale face. “And I think every part of that dock was an OSHA violation.” He laughs through another wince.

“Dad was the king of tweezers. I think he got out every splinter that dock ever gave me.” Jazz pauses. “I wonder why that was. Think it’s the needlepoint?”

“It’s definitely the needlepoint,” Danny agrees.

Jazz hesitates on the question lingering behind her tongue. Just a little too long. Just a little too obviously.

“What?” Danny asks.

Jazz’s hand falters. She puts the tweezers down. “Danny, I will always always be happy to help you like this. Same goes for Sam, same goes for Tucker, I know. I’m positive. But I wonder why… not Mom or Dad?” Jazz eyes the tweezers, glinting in the moonlight. “I’m just… I’m thinking how much cleaner this might be if you got Dad to do it. And Mom’s got like, wilderness survival level first aid expertise. I can’t help thinking I’m hurting you more by it being… me, you know?”

Danny looks at her, and looks past her a moment. His grin slips a fraction into discomfort as his eyes leave hers. “Maybe I just like the excuse to invade your room.”

“Danny…” Jazz waits until he looks at her again. “Are you afraid they’ll make you stop if they realize you’re getting injured?”

Danny lets out a puff of air from behind his lips. “No, never. I mean, maybe if I got really really injured they’d say something. But just getting a little roughed up? I think it’s about on par with a kid coming home from football practice with a few scrapes, at least, in their eyes. They get more banged up than me these days. I’m not worried.”

Jazz reaches for the bottle of disinfectant. She unscrews the cap to a biting alcohol smell. “…So will you tell me why?”

“Why what?”

“Why you won’t ever go to them with injuries? Ever?”

Cotton swab, pure silver under the moonlight. Jazz douses it gently, a muted glug-glug from the bottle.

“…I’m that obvious about it, huh?”

“You’re obvious about most things. This’ll be cold.” Jazz applies the swab to the open wound, and Danny hisses in turn.

“Yeah. Cold. And stingy. Cold and stingy.” After a few seconds, the tension eases out of Danny’s body. He droops a little, shoulders slumped, and Jazz pulls the cotton swab away.

“Are you ashamed of your injuries?”

“No.”

“Are you worried Mom and Dad’ll make them worse?”

“Nah. You said it yourself, those two are weird, unconventional medical experts.”

“Then why not?”

A beat of silence follows. A moment of trepidation. Awash in moonlight, Danny looks up at her, and the glow in his green eyes has a life of its own. “I don’t want them to see the injuries that have already healed.”

“Why would that be a problem?” Jazz looks again. Danny’s suit covers most everything, save now for the one sleeve that’s been rolled back. She sees what she already knew was there – what isn’t obvious to the eye not searching – threads of white ridges, puckers of skin, a faded rashy texture of what had once been an ectoblast burn. Old injuries. Long healed. Faded and fading further. “Those are all healed now. Just some scars, right…?”

Danny hesitates.

“I don’t want them to figure out how many of those scars they caused.”

A gust of wind steals the antiseptic smell from the room. Jazz sits with the silence. She thinks, and she processes.

“Oh…”

Danny straightens. “They kind of… live in this world where hunting ghosts is all fun and games, you know? Like it’s a sport, like they can just get into go-mode and jump into the fun. I don’t think they’ve figured out yet that they can—could—did …cause damage.”

Danny adjusts himself on Jazz’s bed, one leg pulled up, body angled to face her directly. He doesn’t let his eye contact wander now. “They both apologized. Definitely. Like that definitely happened, back at the start of this. But it was kind of like ‘We must’ve given you so much trouble Danny! How’d you come home every day and not bite our heads off over that?’ Like. Again. Like it’s a game. Like they’d been knocking my chess pieces over for a year and not—”

Danny falters. He raises his uninjured arm and tucks the hair away from his face. “And I don’t… want it to click for them. What I have right now with Mom and Dad is so nice… It’s so much better than I even imagined. I want it to stay like this. Forever, if possible.”

“Danny…”

“And even that actually—maybe I’m actually wrong about that. Completely wrong. About their reaction, I mean. It’s possible maybe they’d see everything and just go,” Danny deepens his voice, “‘Wow! We did a number on you, huh? Man Danny I don’t know how you didn’t just smack us over the breakfast table every morning.’ you know? Like that. Like this was all just always a game. And they—and I-- …I like how relaxed ghost hunting is with them. I actually like that it feels like a game. I don’t ever want to go back to feeling how scared and afraid and unsafe and hurt I was that first year. ...But I’m afraid of how it would feel to know that maybe they’d see that, look at it all, everything they did and the scars like the actual proof and it—if it wouldn't ever be real to them. If they'd never get that it was like that. If they still wouldn’t realize—you know? That they—if they—I don’t uh…” Danny drops his eyes, and he shrinks in on himself. “I don’t know how to explain it…”

“No I—Danny I know what you’re saying. Don’t worry. Danny, I—”

“Either answer. Any answer. I don’t want to know… I don’t actually want to know.” Danny angles himself away again, feet dropped over the side of Jazz’s bed, staring down at the hands in his lap. “If it would horrify them, then I’d be ruining all the good things I have with them right now. And if it wouldn’t horrify them—” Danny falls quiet. The breeze has stilled. The room is colder now. “…then I think I just don’t ever want to know.”

Jazz nods, and nods harder.

“I get it. I get it. That’s a good enough answer for me, Danny, I promise. I’m your first aid person, okay? I won’t ask again. Thanks for… thanks for telling me, Danny.”

"Can always trust you to bring up the difficult conversations huh? Of course that's always been your thing. Talking to you is--well I'd say it's like pulling teeth, but maybe it's more like pulling ecto-demolished hazmat suit fabric out of a burn wound."

Danny offers a sheepish grin - it's an olive branch, a request to lighten the mood. Jazz meets it with her own small grin that does not touch her eyes.

"Yeah yeah, I'm your older sister. It's my job to be a pain. Now sit still, I need to be more of a pain if we're gonna de-hazmat suit your injury."

She picks the tweezers back up. The silence rings with an echo in her head now. Jazz focuses her attention back on her task, and she finds something she was wrong about before:

There is nothing faded about the scars that web up and down her little brother’s arm. They are stark streaks of lightning, glowing silver under the moonlight. And Jazz wonders how many others—how many that flaked away and melded back with healthy skin—how many of those might still be living, lingering, a permanent part of her little brother, buried well beneath the surface…

[dreamkidddream]

Those Doll!anon fics were really amazing! I really wanna do something like it if you don’t mind. Could I maybe get a Yorkie!MC? Like, a really short, really friendly MC until they feel like they or one of the brothers/undateables are being threatened or insulted, then they try to pick a fight they’d obviously lose? I’m just laughing at the mental imagine of this short, unthreatening human yelling at and trying to square up against a demon lol.

Awww tysm!! 💙I missed writing for Obey Me (and we also hit 666 followers at this point 😈💜) and since this was so interesting I decided that I’m gonna do the Undateables first and then do the brothers cause I feel like I don’t show them enough love 😔 reader is gender neutral!

The Undateables with Yorkie!MC

Diavolo

He is LOVING your energy

Your happiness is so contagious, it just adds onto his already cheery demeanor. He honestly feels his cheeks hurting from smiling even more when you’re around (and he doesn’t even care!)

He’s gonna buy Lucifer so much Demonus as a thank you for picking you for the exchange program. Seriously, you’re PERFECT (for him)

As the President of Student Council and future King, he loves seeing you interact with the other students, and he’s glad that they’re reacting positive to you. At least some of them do

Now, no one is to foolish (or powerful) enough to threaten Diavolo or do anything to you that can bring you harm. They can try, but they won’t be getting the results that they hope for

But he can’t help it but find it amusing when you try to “defend his honor” when someone bad mouths him. He makes sure to not let it show (gotta be professional after all) but he does tease you about it later. You’re so small and seeing you just yelling square up to this demon is hilarious. He has no idea what geometry has to do with this, but he’s learned some new slang thanks to you!

He’s finally found someone who’ll go along with his antics and more. Whereas other people may complain about him wanting to do fun activities that seem basic, you just flash a big smile, grab his hand and tell him to lead the way

(You even made matching friendship bracelets and he refuses to take it off, ever)

You really make him happy MC. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this lighthearted, and he doesn’t feel the sense of loneliness that he felt himself getting used too

Also Lucifer gets twice the headache now, but the Demonus helps it go away (temporarily)

Barbatos

Ah, so another Luke, except older and that you take your threats of violence very serious, if what he sees (both in the present and the future) holds true (which it does)

You’re still harmless in his eyes though

Your friendly personality makes it easy for you to be forgiven for a lot of things…even if your actions make him give you the side eye at times

Despite how energetic you are (which is something that he’ll never grow tired of) your presence has a relaxing effect on him. Even if he has to warn you sometimes to be careful with the way that you bounce around so much, especially when he’s in the kitchen

He unfortunately can’t be by your side as he is Lord Diavolo’s butler, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t keep watch on you, even without the use of his powers

With how outgoing you are, you’re bound to attract trouble, in which you do at a constant rate. What was comical however, is that it seemed like the trouble you attracted was on his behalf

“MC, what seems to be the issue here?”

“BARB! You won’t believe this! This jerk has the nerve to call you stuck up- well I can show you stuck up! After I stick my foot up your- Huh? Hey, why am I the one being dragged away?! W- count yourself lucky that Barb is saving you right now demon! But this isn’t over- MPH!”

“I hate to spoil you before our tea party, but you were already late and I have been meaning to have you try my new recipe that I’ve been working on…”

You were too busy trying to savor the delicious flavor to focus on what just happen, which was his plan all along. You get to try more of his delicious treats and he gets to enjoy your touch and company. Crisis averted!

He’s crafty enough to have plans to evade you “fighting” and you haven’t caught on yet (or maybe you did and just feign ignorance? Either way works for him)

It doesn’t bother him what people say about him, he doesn’t care in the slightest (and they’re not bold enough to say it to his face). What he cares about is making sure that you keep your carefree energy, and that he keeps to see you with your radiating smile on your face

Simeon

You remind him so much of Luke. Are you sure you’re not from the Celestial Realm too?

Don’t worry he’s only teasing you (kinda) but you do have just as much energy if not MORE than Luke

And you don’t mind helping him either, no matter how “silly” his requests may be

“You’re doing great Si! See, you didn’t even need my help!”

“MC, I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you. My pictures are still coming out a little blurry, but that could be because you wouldn’t stand still- but it does add special kind of charm to them…”

He’s keeping them btw

He was shook when he saw you go off the first time, like he really wasn’t expecting it (Solomon did try to warn him, he was laughing but he did try to warn him)

“Don’t think just because he’s an angel means I’m bout to act like one! I will end you!”

MC please don’t make this demon “catch these hands” violence isn’t necessary

He doesn’t know what that means but he’s scared that he’s gonna find out if he doesn’t hold you back

He has reprimanded you each time when you try to fight others. He knows that demons see him as weak and talk behind his back, but he chooses to ignore them, to turn the other cheek. But just because he does, doesn’t mean that you do, and he sees that now

Simeon really doesn’t want you to fight, and it’s not even because it’s against his nature (it’s part of the reason, just not the whole reason). Fighting leads to injury, and injury leads to distress, and that’s the last thing that he wants to happen to you. And he’s not going to let anything happen to you!

He truly believes it’s a waste of time and energy, and you could find better things to do. For example, by spending time with him!

Simeon may not be your guardian angel officially, but he’s your guardian angel. Always

Has definitely written a character based on you

Luke

Is immediately upset that you don’t stay in Purgatory Hall with him, and even more upset that you don’t live in the Celestial Realm

You’re like the best older sibling he’s never had! And you don’t treat him like a baby either!

Or he’s just admiring you too much to notice

You never hesitate to help him with anything; baking, homework, pretty much anything and everything. He may try to make it seem like you need his assistance, but we all know it’s the other way around (with the exception of Luke himself)

We all know that Luke gets teased by the brothers and even his roommates sometimes (looking at you Solomon), but it’s just harmless teasing (for the most part). It’s when he hears what the other students say about him that gets to him- he tries to show that it doesn’t bother him and he tries to stand up for himself but- their words really hurt him

And no one hurts Luke and gets away with it

You already get onto the brothers for their teasing when it starts to bother him, and now the brothers have to jump in to stop you from trying to rip this demon horns’ off

You can’t really reach them and they’re pretty sure you won’t do any damage, but they rather not take the chance of you getting hurt

It’s not the first or last time that you do this either, and it just makes him feel horrible. He’s the angel here, the one that’s suppose to protect you, not the other way around!

You help him out so much, either without defending him you do so much for him already. How can he ever repay you? He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough…WAIT- he figured out what he can do!

He can get stronger and protect you! He can go to Beel so that you don’t have to fight for him anymore, or maybe have Solomon make some potions that’s like demon repellent but only for those jerks. If those mean demons see how serious and strong he is, then they’re bound to leave you guys alone! Maybe he can show you some tricks too once he’s done. He has to hurry up and tell you the plan then, you guys can’t wait any longer!

Their words do hurt, but so does seeing you putting yourself in harms way to protect him. You can’t do all the protecting MC, he needs to watch out for you too, no if ands or buts about it!

You and Luke are the duo we never knew we needed

Solomon

Ah, it’s about time he found a human as interesting and adorable as you. Where having you been hiding all his lifetime?!

He has wayyyy more fun teasing you than Luke. Your pout just makes things x100 better and cuter

Congrats on becoming his new victim MC

Another one to find you very amusing when you try to fight and won’t stop you either

He will dead serious be recording you trying to fight on his DDD. He’ll make sure that it doesn’t escalate but who is he to stop such entertainment?

He has become tempted to cast a superhuman strength spell on you, and he ends up doing it “on accident” (which has happened more than once)

Lucifer has done the “I’m watching you” thing to him every time he has lmao

But no seriously, he won’t let you get hurt; he won’t even let the chance arise. He’s already pulling you away before you can get yourself worked up fully, dragging you to the library or his room to test some new spells (one that he tempts you can use on these demons). It’s enough to get your attention back on him

You’re a daily source of his amusement and someone that he wants MC, but that doesn’t mean he can afford his favorite human getting hurt on his watch!

He’s no stranger to the gossip about him, nor is he clueless. It’s just all talk anyway, he doesn’t care and neither should you. But it is touching to know that you care this much about him and how he feels…

But he doesn’t want you to do this for him. He’s a powerful sorcerer, he can easily solve this without breaking a sweat if he wanted to, but he doesn’t deem it worthy to even waste a drop of potions on. But since you’re so concerned, maybe a quick kiss would make him feel better?

He thought you were a little gullible, but that’s not the case. You just have a very open and bright personality, one that he finds himself getting attached to more and more as each day passes

If he’s not careful, he might get more enamored with you than he already is-

[mochikeiji]

When the Rain Came

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x F!Reader

↠ Warning: smut, soft gojo moments with reader

↬ Word Count: 1k

Usually around 7 am the skies would've been as clear as his eyes shining through your curtains by now. Today had a change of weather perhaps as outside remained gloomy. You'd be mistaken, thinking it might be 5 or 6 am in the morning when in reality it was already 9 am. Though the loud patter of droplets continued to aimlessly pour above your rooftop, you couldn't be more thankful that the two of you were given a three day off for the meantime.

The weather was calming though outside it seemed to be more than stormy. Many wouldn't want to get up from the comfort and confines of their bed because of the cool sensation. Not to mention when it rains it happens to be the best season of staying in bed and cuddling with the love of your life. Simply dragging your skin as the sheets began to adapt on the same freezing like feeling outside in comparison of your warm bodies, it was as if it formed a perfect temperature.

Warm. It felt more than warm on this particular day. To have Gojo's body hover over you, littering little kisses all over your neck to your collar bones. Every morning he was more than an affectionate person than he already was. In mornings he goes completely in a new level of soft and gentle around you. Full of kisses you would receive, and love spreading through the air of your room. Strong hands that you knew had gone into rough battles, palming every inch of your body to feel the comparison of texture the both of you possess.

Whispers of countless i love you's and never missing a chance you lock gazes with you and his hypnotizing eyes, full of unreadable and uncharacteristic emotions for the mighty shaman to even own. These were the very moments your mornings would go whenever he was home.

"You're squeezing so tight on me, cupcake."

How could you not when he was all the way in, practically abusing your cervix to this point. The weight of his body above you, the way his arms would flex every time he'd push into you while your hands were laced together, with you underneath him almost bent in half as your legs were thrown on his shoulders. How could you not be overwhelmed of this man?

"G-go ah, slower."

You cried as you felt him beginning to move to his original pace. It was so early. Too early to have to be drooling and crying. It wasn't always Gojo has had the opportunity to take you since you both have hectic schedules. So why not now when the roars of rain was coming in contrast with your cute whines and squeals?

"Mmm, you like it this way, don't lie to me now, sweetness."

Thighs already left shaking above him, the feeling of you buried on the crook of his neck with tears in your eyes. Unable to hold back the volume of your moans as they become more heard as the rain outside, only fuels the man more to keep on battering your sweet cunt despite your pleads of slowing down.

"Oh fuck."

Gojo curses when he feels you suck him in once more. Moving away you away from his neck, he takes a mouth full of your neglected nipple. The warmth of his mouth engulfing the coldness of your sensitive nubs had your eyes rolling until only the white can be seen. Too warm, it was too warm at this point you were bound to burst.

"SATORU!"

His cock ramming into the spot that drove you into a crazy haze. Your toes curling and back arching at the sensitivity. Gojo only responds to pushing your laced hands together down harder, angling his hips to hit deeper knowing how this sent you off the edge every time.

"Yeah. That's it, baby. Taking me so good as always."

The comparison of his soft praises and merciless thrusts was an illegal duo. You don't even know if you want him to stop because of how stretched you were and how impossibly deep he was impaling you with his cock was. His lips searched for yours, attacking them hungrily and in need. The rain pouring heavily enough for the neighbors to be blocked out by the sound of love making next door. At least that was nothing to worry about.

"Fuck, I missed you so much. Even your cunny misses me too."

He was close. With the coldness of the atmosphere and your hot bodies connected to one another, it was making him dizzy that his hips began to move desperately. To the point he was already sending you to heaven because he wouldn't leave your spot alone along with making you feel more shy.

"Honey.." he whines when he doesn't hear a reply from you who was lost in the sea of him. All focused on the way he was pounding you into the oblivion. Making up for the lost moments and taking advantage of the perfect day he claims. He misses you so much that he just wants to hug you and hide away from the world.

"SATORU!! Ahn Please!"

God, the way you were quivering right now makes him lick his lips. He so wants to ruin you longer but he thinks he'll save it for another time. Maybe later again if you were feeling the mood.

Right now he snuggles himself perfectly inside of you. Despite being sweaty and panting out in pleasure, he finds himself smiling softly down to your cute fucked expressions. Humming in to the sounds of your cries, removing one of his hands from yours, zeroing down to where you both were connected, his thrusts slowing for a second to push you off the edge as he circles your clit gently.

"N-no! Satoru, please!!"

Your empty hand reaches forward to grab his wrist in attempt to speed up. Your hips pathetically trying to match up with his deep strokes because your peak of release was on halt. You find yourself in a trance Gojo wanted from the beginning. Absolutely a wreck.

"Tell me you miss me too." he starts before peppering your face with kisses. As if he wasn't nested deeply inside your vice grip of walls. "Please." he always had trouble in expressing his feelings. Let alone expose the vulnerable side of his. The time lost whenever you two had your own tasks, he was always in his most expected aspect. The strongest. Even being the most unbearable person in the world, he always has to show up being only the strongest.

But with you he was only Gojo Satoru. The guy who craves for intimacy any time and any where. A guy no one knew of was capable of loving someone so much he was willing to get on his knees with. He was not afraid of showing you what he truly is deep inside. Hidden from the world and on the sheets he was right now. Exposed, naked from not just physical but from his soul as well.

It was atmospheres and timing like these make even the strongest crumble, hoping to be caught by someone who anchors them. Allowing them to be free even for a moment.

That's why he loved you so.

"AH! I love you, Satoru! I miss you so fucking much, please, please! I love you!"

His moans spilled to your endearing words. He can feel his cock twitch inside of you when he picked up the pace. Abusing your insides in the most delicious way with the pad of his thumb frantically rubbing circles around your clit.

"I LOVE YOU! AH, I LOVE YOU! SATORU!"

Nails digging in as you gripped his bicep, you missed the way his own eyes lulled back beautifully. His lips forming into a perfect O before whispering down to your ear. A hot cry spilling from him with his hand gripping yours tightly, "I love you too, cupcake."

Your body jolts up as your orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Gojo's hips faltering their movements, releasing a grunt of satisfaction. Emptying himself with thick spurts inside of you, the pulse of his cock making your legs shake with tiny gasps from your lips.

Nothing but endorphins surrounding your bodies, him finally taking his resting place on your breast with a contented sigh, no sign of him wanting to pull out either. Like the usual, Gojo expresses his love through lingering touches and vocally. His eyes remained closed, but parts like his hands and lips moved in sync as if they were worshipping your entire being.

The rain outside hasn't stopped nor calmed down. But that was okay if it meant he gets to stay longer in bed with your naked bodies basking in thw warmth radiating upon them. More than okay knowing he was finally with you after weeks of work and in constant worry because life was always on the line.

Today felt more than okay despite the rain that came.

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