#hoo boy i have to tag them all huh

[slasher-club]

sum misc horror fanarts because they let me have free reign over the subjects of my art class assignments

[mikeyisbrooklyn]

Kept ya waiting, huh? Miss me?

Hoo boy, I think this is longer than both parts prior, at least it felt longer. (Speaking of, read both parts here: 1 2)

Feels good to get back to writing (three week sudden hiatus who? not me, haha please laugh). But with that said, let’s skip the foreplay and get straight to it, yeah?

Tags: @on-a-lucky-tide @etanesnil @jgvfhl @roachs-pet-roach

CW: mentions of sex (oral and anal) and gym injuries

Enjoy!

Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (3)

Eight weeks came and went, and unfortunately for Price, mind-numbingly so. In the first week, after enough grinning and bearing it and letting Nik pamper him (Price did not have to force himself to accept the expensive as hell cigars and whiskey), the pilot finally stopped hovering around him like he was a porcelain doll centimeters from the ledge. Weeks two and three consisted of what Price could only call tooth-rotting domesticity. The only meals Nik didn’t home make, were five coursers he had some American bloke fly in to make from them. There was more than a few instances of near quiet between Price and Nik—filled only by ambient sounds from inside the house like water flowing through pipes and outside like chirping birds and light winds—that never veered towards awkward, only peaceful. One morning, Price was (forcibly) carried to a beautiful garden out back where he lit up while Nik read, leading to Price resting his head onto Nik’s shoulder with Nik’s free hand idly carding through his hair.

The serenity of the moment was almost enough to convince Price it was a good thing he wasn’t back in his office working to catch the slippery bastard that evaded them, without nearly getting himself and his men killed this time. The peace almost made him forget that if he hadn’t fucked up so colossally, Nik wouldn’t have to be benched and wouldn’t have to be subtly checking him every other second like he was waiting for Price to keel over. The sappy romance of it all almost made him believe he deserved things so easy and pure.

Almost.

For all the endearing sincerity of the domestic moments, there were more than a few…erotic ones that Price was more than willing to allow as distractions. When a gaggle of men came by for landscaping, one tall, fit lad—a man with skin smooth as marble the shade of mahogany and half Price’s age—had taken off his shirt in the heat, revealing abs Price couldn’t have even dreamed of at his best. It caught Price’s eye from the window, of course, and though he knew he couldn’t be less interested, some people are impossible to look away from. Nik also noticed the man, but more so, he noticed how the man winked at Price once he had been staring for longer than 30 full seconds. When the Russian went outside, Price was half afraid (and half turned on) that Nik would break the lad’s jaw. Instead, he took off his own top and got to work with the law men. It’s not as if Price had anything else to do but even if he did, he was fully glued to the window by this point, forgetting all else but the powerful body obviously showing off for him. Price was all but literally drooling and knew exactly where he wanted to quench his thirst.

Later that night Nik was more than willing to give Price what he needed. There was never a question, but Price himself was more than willing to ensure Nik who he belonged to if the way he screamed his name was any indicator. Though, frustratingly, even sex couldn’t entirely distract Price from the war in his head as he could tell Nik was much gentler with him physically due to his leg. Nik valiantly attempted to mask it as another way to pamper Price but he could feel the restraint.

He didn’t intend it to, but it made Price pull away from Nik—not literally, the jaws of life couldn’t pry him away from that warm, fuzzy chest—it didn’t feel right to encourage Nik’s coddling of him. The pilot clearly meant no harm, but Price could feel the strain he was putting on his partner. So, Price stayed quiet as they caught their breath and did his damndest to hurry to sleep, maybe then he wouldn’t be stressing Nik out so much.

Week four was when Price started going to physical therapy. Nik gave him what he thinks are words of encouragement on the first ride to the therapist’s office. It was sweet but if anything heightened Price’s nerves. If he didn’t do well in physical therapy, they would likely extend his leave. The thought shook him to his core.

In reality, PT was dreadfully uneventful. The first few sessions were simple joint and motor control exercises—swinging his leg and rolling his knee, that kind of stuff. There was, disappointingly, still some soreness and discomfort in many spots. It shouldn’t have disappointed Price, he knew he wasn’t gonna walk any time soon, but still, knowing he was crutch bound was annoying to say the least.

Weeks five and six saw real progress being made. With every PT session he felt more and more comfortable using his leg, though he still couldn’t stand on it and apply very much pressure at all, it was better than he was before. The therapist attributed it to the rest Price was getting more than the exercises but Price wouldn’t tell Nik that lest the Russian go full nurse on him again and never let him leave his bed.

Speaking of, even with Price’s steadily increasing mobility, Nik was not seeming to get any less vigilant. It’s like he was waiting on Price to fall at any given moment. Price wanted to believe the man was just over worrying out of concern but he knew what Nik knew—that Price was a liability now—so he only went above and beyond in his exercises. Needed to prove him wrong. Needed to get better. If he hurt himself a little then no one had to know, especially as he mastered hiding his winces.

Week seven saw Price getting beyond antsy; as besides physical therapy, he had not left the house in weeks. Normally without work to focus on, he could go fishing, hit a pub, or hit a gym. Though right this instant, he knew he needed more physical activity than fishing could offer and he had ample liquor at his disposal thanks to Nik and still needed to get out of the damn house; so, gym it was. Nik initially wasn’t fully convinced it was a good idea, even after Price promised to stay light on his leg like the physical therapist ordered and focus his arms and chest. But Price did remember his mum joking with her friends about the three ways to a man’s heart—so after a full dinner, half a bottle of vodka, and a few minutes with his head between Nik’s legs, Price had managed to crack the Russian.

The gym was thus far the only thing to get him out of his head and keep him out. Something about the burn of each muscle as he worked it gave him something to hone in on. It certainly helped when Nik would join him and give him a sight to see. Watching the Russian throw weight around didn’t just give Price a problem in his joggers, but it was nice to see that Nik was still, well, Nik.

The Nik strong enough to hop out of his heli to help Price carry men too wounded to walk on their own was the same Nik repping 50kg bicep curls like it was nothing. The Nik so ready for anything he brought bags to dispose of bodies in an alley before Price had even asked was the same Nik that had his bag packed with spare clothes and protein bars and their water bottles already filled for the gym this morning before Price left the bed. The Nik who got the perfect arsenal fit just for Price like he could read his mind was the same Nik who not so subtly laid claim to a machine in the corner of the building, somewhere he knew Price wouldn’t be interrupted and could focus.

Seeing Nik still be Nik, even with Price crippled and burdensome as he was, felt like a pressure lifted off his ribcage—and he didn’t mean the barbell he was absentmindedly lifting off his chest. Maybe this is exactly what Price needed after all; to get out of his head, to see that he wasn’t some corruptive force, ruining his partner. Maybe he could just be a bloke who shattered his leg with a lover who jumped at the opportunity to care for him. The thought was…was nice. Maybe he could have this nice thi—

Price let out a strained yelp as the barbell came crashing down onto his chest. If he had been paying attention—or had a bloody spotter—he would’ve noticed his left wrist wobbling before it gave out. Guess he wasn’t as much out of his head as he thought. Luckily, he caught the weight before it fully crushed his torso but the sharp pain and winded sensation he felt confirmed that it was only just barely. Instinctively, Price rolled the weight to one side and ducked to the other, ending up arse over tea kettle next to the bench he had been on catching his breath with the bar rolling away.

At the sound, Nik turned and saw the state of Price—now flat on his back, eyes shut tight in pain and clutching his chest. “Chert voz’mi!” He threw the weight he was in the midst of lifting down and hurried over to Price’s prone form. “Mishka! Jonathan, what happened, are you alright?”

Price forced his eyes open and saw that wretched worry had made its way back onto Nik’s face. Price groaned and turned to roll over, whether in pain or embarrassment he wasn’t sure, but was stopped by two large warm hands on his shoulder.

“Nyet! Do not move!” Nik started feeling across Price’s body, clearly looking for wounds or blood. A large bruise was already forming in the space between his clavicle and left pectoral. “Blyat! I knew we should not have come here. I am no medic. Here, I will carry you to car, let a doctor see—“

“No!” Price stubbornly rolled away, forgetting about his still recovering leg and groaned in pain. Nik shouted his name and came over to him but Price kept his eyes screwed shut and stopped fighting, knowing that he looked more and more like a foolish brat or a stunted dunce rolling around on the gym floor with a fractured leg after nearly offing himself. The irony of this being the second time in as many months that his poor judgement was nearly his demise. No wonder Nik was looking at him like he was frail little thing as he scooped him into his arms.

There were a few worried gym goers and an attendee even offered to call an ambulance for Price, but Nik just held him tighter to his chest and waved them off as he carried Price and their bags back to the car. After carefully setting Price into the passenger seat and buckling him in, Nik took no time to buckle up himself and take off. Price finally turned over to look at Nik, the pilot visibly stressed.

“Nik, please, just—. ‘M fin—“

“You are NOT fine!” Nik yelled out a growl. Price’s eyes widened as he couldn’t recall the last time Nik had raised his voice at him, barring once in a club in Bosnia with speakers that apparently couldn’t be lowered under three thousand or so decibles. “You—you, I…” He was stuttering, and Price pretended he couldn’t see the way his lip quivered because there was no way he was actually seeing that—he would not believe it.

“Alright, ��m not fine, yer right.” Price cut Nik off this time, “‘M all fuckin wrong but please don’t take me to the bloody doc. Please.” He put his hand on Nik’s forearm to get him to look him in the eye. Nik had a face between a kicked puppy and a rankled coyote.

Nik turned away and seemed to fight himself in his head before pulling off to the side of the road. “If I cannot take you to the hospital then who?”

“Who?”

“Who will care for you?” Nik looked at him like it was the most obvious thing. The Russian dragged a hand through his hair, “I know you do not like hospitals, that is why I took you in. Somewhere nice, or I had hoped. But you hate it there.”

“Nik, I don—“

“You do. You can not wait to leave it. And I understand, it does not suit you. So while there I try to distract you but you are always—your mind, it is elsewhere.”

“Nik—“

“Jonathan, I want to help but I am clearly not! You are hurt and I can do nothing but make it worse and I am sorry. Who—“ He took a deep, wet breath. “Who can I take you to that will take care of you better? Please tell me, rodnoy, I can handle it.”

Price hardly recognized the question. Too caught up on…on how wrecked Nik sounded, as if when the weight crashed on Price chest it was Nik that was crushed instead. Did…did Price make him feel this way? Fuck.

“Nik, I—fuck me…” Price rubbed his face with his hands as he let out a strained breath. “I— don’t think there’s anyone in the world who can take care of me, if ‘m honest.”

Nik became visibly more distressed at this. If there was ever a wrong thing to say to his emotionally devastated partner, count on John Price to find it. Price stuck a hand out before Nik could react.

“What I mean is—I’m not one to be cared for in the first place. You won’t find someone ‘better’ to care for me. So why don’t you just take a deep breath and take me back to the house, eh? You could ice my chest, check my leg—hell, even read me a bedtime story if you want.”

“That is—but you are not happy.”

“Of course ‘m not! I’ve been benched almost two months now! Never thought I’d miss paperwork this much. But it’s almost over, I’ve been counting the bloody days so I know it’s almost over. Then we’ll be back to normal.” I won’t be a damn burden anymore is what Price almost finished with.

“You counted th—right. Da, of course, you counted.” Nik let out a sigh. Frustratingly, Price could tell it wasn’t one of relief but he couldn’t tell what it was. “Okay. No hospital. But I will read you bedtime story.” And like that, he was back to normal.

Well, normal enough. Price could tell there was something there, but frankly, his chest hurt like hell and he’s all emotionally tuckered out, so he’ll look into it later if he needs to. “Knew I shouldn’t’a made that bedtime story joke.” Price grumbled but with no heat in his tone.

“Too late. As the sergeant would say, ‘no takesbacksies’.” Nik grinned to himself as he drove back onto the road. “Let me think, ah! Da, I know the perfect story: the Itsy Bitsy Spider.”

“Oh bloody hell!” Price groaned.

By week eight, Price was all but literally bouncing off the wall—only because if he were, it’d definitely fuck up his leg. Nik actually walked with him into hospital, not wanting to be a part after having to give Price space during the PT sessions. Sessions that Price got full marks on, much to his pride. Now it was just a matter of Dr. Omar giving a second approving opinion and final verdict. He felt like he was being court martial’d.

After a nurse kindly guided them to an empty room, Price sat in the bed—an uncharacteristic anxiety rolling off him. Nik next to him tighten his grip on Price’s hand and brought it to his lips.

“You will be fine, Mishka. Even if the good doctor advises more leave time, you will not die.”

Price dismissively harrumphed. “Agree to disagree.”

Dr. Omar didn’t keep them waiting too much longer. “Good morning, Captain Price, Mr. Nikolai.” She walked in clipboard in hand. Her tone was light and her face neutral; Price attempted to decipher if that was a good sign or not.

“Good morning, good doctor!” Nik greeted with a firm handshake.

“Mornin’ doc. Got good news for me?” Price cut straight to the point. He felt Nik tug on his hand, almost like a silent rebuke. Price did not acknowledge it.

“Always business with you, Captain.” She smiled, holding in a chuckle. “I understand, I can only imagine you’ve been itching to get back in the field.”

“More than you could ever know.”

“Well, then yes, I have good news.” She looked back at her clipboard. “According to this, you’ve been an excellent patient for the physical therapist.”

“You sound shocked. ‘Ave I been that bad a patient for you?” Price said, finally cracking a smirk of his own.

“It’d be unethical to lie to you and unprofessional to answer that question the way I’d like so I’ll plead the fifth, Captain.

At that, Nik got a hearty chuckle and even Price approved the cheeky shot with a soft laugh.

“As I was saying, the physical therapy seems to have gone well. I’m glad you took your recovery so seriously. I’ll ask you, how are you feeling, Captain Price?”

Price took in a breath debating saying what he thought would get him the result he wanted but thought better of it. For all he knew that would backfire immediately. Interestingly, on top of Dr. Omar’s eyes, he felt a pair of deep browns burning holes in the side of his head without even turning to see them. Sighing, “I feel fine. Some days have been better than others and there’s soreness here and there. As much as I’d like to be in tip top shape, I know I’ve still got a way to go ‘til 100%, doc.”

Dr. Omar smiled. “I appreciate the honesty, Captain, and based on what I’m reading, I’m inclined to agree.”

A hand grasp and release of breath to his right that Price is sure was done subconsciously confirmed that Nik shared a similar sentiment.

“Knowing what I know about your field of work, your medical history, the state of recovery, your age,” Dr. Omar continued, pausing at Price’s disgruntled grunt at the reference to his age, “you know it’s a factor like any other, Captain, don’t shoot the messenger. Anyway, I think you’re clear to go back to light work. Nothing extensive, definitely nothing in the battlefield—“

“Desk duty.” Price summarized for her.

“Desk duty.” Dr. Omar confirmed with a nod. “But it is me allowing you back as soon as you’d like.”

“That would be now.” Nik half-joked.

“Well, then don’t let me stop you! Let me get you some reading material and see what alterations or additions need to be made to your prescriptions and then get you outta here, Captain!” With that, she handed Price a thin packet and left the room.

Price sighed in relief. Nik moved his hand to Price’s shoulder and brought him into a side hug before lowering his lips to Price’s temple. In Nik’s arms, knowing he was minutes from medical freedom—sorta, Price felt for the first time in two months some semblance of normal. Though, he could tell that Nik’s grip around him still had the same tension as before, as if he thought Price would slip from his grasp. It was a reminder that he couldn’t get comfortable yet, couldn’t let his guard down. He knew that the moment he did, he’d do something to fuck it all up again. He wouldn’t let himself, not after the shitshow that was the last eight weeks, and all the stress he put Nik through.

Price would make it right. He’d get better, he’d be a liability no longer. He had to.

[jangmo-othewarrior]

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How would you rank the 5 games in the Devil May Cry series? (By story)

Separately, if you want, how would you rank extended material? (The DMC1 Novel, The DMC3 Mangas, The Anime, The DMC2 Novel, Deadly Fortune, Before the Nightmare, and Visions of V, all of which can be found (along with other stuff) here: https://originaldmc.github.io/DivinityStatue/Downloads.html)

If you wish, how would you rank all of it together in one big list?

DMC QUESTIONS ANON!! :D

Okay, I'm gonna do everything together, but i will preface this by saying i have a lot more exposure to some things than others, thus I will have varying degrees of 'much to say'.

DMC 5

I'm definitely biased for this (it's the one that got me into the franchise) but I digress.

FAMILY THEMES BABI MY FAVORITE THING

I just adore the main cast so much u do not understand. So much hype shit happens with em too, it's great. The characters are simultaneously over the top but also very real? Like Dante is the wacky woo-hoo pizza man but also horribly in control of his emotions and how to express them.

The Vergil reveal was so obvious but I dont care. It's good. The depths given to his character through V and Urizen are VERY good.

And NERO- lord everyone in this family has trauma

Also SDT was introduced in this game I'm sorry but no piece of DMC media will be able to top this because of it.

2. DMC 3

is anyone surprised

I love the bois so much, with their stupid catchphrases and horrible family dynamics. it's so weird looking at them like

I was nighteen once. I wasn't like them but I was nighteen.

Also the THEMES once again center around family, especially with the addition of Lady and Arkum. I also love this cast SO MUCH

except arkum fuck arkum all the homies hate arkum

Literally the only reason this is lower than DMC 5 is because no Nero, Trish or Nico. That's it.

3. Visions of V

i haven't talked about him much but I would also gently hold V (and by extension Vergil)

Really I just love this manga because of how much is shown and revealed through it. Everything is really visceral and hits so hard.

Literally everything in this manga stabs u in the feels especially the final shit GOOD LORD

but it really is tied with #4 because it can't really stand by itself? It needs DMC 5 to be whole, in a way.

4. DMC 4

I really wanted to put this above VoV but my DMC 5 bias shown through in the end IM SORRY

also yeah Sanctus as a villian is dogshit, i agree

and some characters REALLY needed more screen time (see: Credo, Angus, KYRIE) but also this game has the Shakespeare scene so....

also I just love Nero and his teen angst can u blame me

But GOD did Kyrie need more screentime

5. Before the Nightmare

Wow the DMC 5 bias strikes again, huh.

IDK man I just love the prequel shit. Like, Nico and Nero meeting is so fucking funny

Also Lucia makes an appearance for the first time since DMC 2 so thats cool

It also expanded the lore on how devil arms work through Balrog which I am SO thankful for.

Also Roc Goldstein exists now and everyone should know about one of the ONLY GOOD DADS in DMC history

Really the only other one I give my full respect to is Sparda, and he died when his kids were like, six. (Dante and Vergil r getting there tho, give em time.)

6. The Anime

Look Patty is the only reason this is so high I love her and if u look at my previous posts u can tell I love her and Dante's father daughter relationship u can pry it out of my cold dead hands

Also the lore with Sparda's apprentices, demon smoners being a thing, and the introduction to Morrison is very nice.

But also Lady was WAY off the mark almost the entire time, and the plot with Patty only really took center stage towards the end so :(

ALSO THEY DIDNT EVEN SHOW DEVIL TRIGGER IN FULL I WILL NEVER FORGIVE CAPCOM FOR THIS INJUSTICE

capcom if u put Patty in more shit I will forgive you (maybe)

7. DMC 1 novel

This novel is weird because it was written before almost all of the other shit so Canon often either ignored it or bent over backwards to avoid it until the DMC 5 era

But I like it. All of the new characters r very good and I love them all.

Grues death STILL hits me in the feels so hard.

Dante has lost so many parental figures ya'll

One of the only reasons it's so low is because of Gilver, the fuck

He made NO fucking sense for the longest time until the timeline rewrite and the retcon that he's a Vergil clone.

That fits his character so much more bur looking at him as Vergil makes no fucking sense. Everything about his character contradicts what we know about Vergil, even back with only DMC 3 as a reference.

Despite those issues, i am very happy we are seeing some rep for this book in the games and other media. U do not understand the screech I let out when Grue's daughters were shown years later.

8. DMC 1

is this sacrilegious?

Yeah the gameplay is good and it was a hallmark of its time but also Dante is as stale as cardboard here I'm sorry

Like his plot is the most uniform and overdone revenge plot I have ever seen and his relationship with Trish....

it's funky in this game, let me tell u. Thank whatever higher power exists that they leaned more towards siblings in later installments because I would be pulling my hair out otherwise.

But the quips r also really good and all of the Nelo Angelo stuff is my favorite part of the plot, so I guess that evens out?

This game was a very good launching point for the rest of the series except u know what

Also fuck mundus all the homies hate mundus he sucks

9. Deadly Fortune

Uhhh yeah it's just.... DMC 4 again with some things changed?

Honestly the reason this is so low is because of my preferred way of absorbing story is through video games than manga.

It's okay. Not trash or anything. It's just alright

10. DMC 3 Mangas

They're ... fine? I guess.

Like the first meeting between the twins in YEARS is very good, but also the manga is unfinished and all...

So I'll just leave it at that.

11. DMC 2 Novel

Gonna be honest I've never read this one.

So I'm giving it the benefit of the doubt

12. DMC 2

Yeah remember when I said Dante was cardboard in DMC 1? Yeah now he's silent, emotionless cardboard.

the villian is bad, the location is okay i guess, really the only saving grace for this games story is the concepts it introduces

Demon civil wars? Artificial demons created by people? Those are cool concepts! So cool that one was reused in a much better game, but I digress.

Honestly the story is probably one of the least sacrilege parts of DMC 2, and it still isn't the worst piece of DMC media based on story. That goes to our surprise contender....

13. DMC: Devil May Cry

DMC questions anon did NOT ask for this, but I'm putting it here so that everyone understands that this games story and characters are SO BAD that I'm putting UNDERNEATH DMC 2

But what can I say that hasn't been already stated?

Vergil is so far out of character he's basically an OC and his turn around at the end makes no fucking sense

Donte is an asshole who has functionally abandoned what made Dante likeable in ANY GAME

The plot itself is the most rehashed 'the government is evil and we must resist it' plot EVER

Even the new shit they added for this game doesn't even fucking work well.

Having demons that look like angels be the antagonists is much more interesting that just having angels and having them do NOTHING

Kat is literally the only thing that I don't have a super negative opinion on because she was NEW and I hadn't watched them fuck up a character I love. They just made a mediocre one at best

Needless to say, I utterly despise the plot of this game with my entire being.

Thank you for the question, DMC Questions Anon! I'm sorry I went a bit off script, but I hope it was at least entertaining.

[littleblueberryartist]

#VENTI SEEING HIS PAST SELF AND JUST. “hoo boy how do i deal with this one!”#“i know exactly how badly i was handling everything back then” (this and all other tags are via @lanternlightss!)

Exactly sdfgfdsg Like there's the moment of short circuiting at seeing *yourself* but also just. I know first hand just how messed up I was and man how do I approach that-

#PERHAPS THIS IS WHAT RAGNVINDR FELT#aqua. aqua. aqua im going to fucking bawl#and if the other sees something in his expression they do not comment on it what if i EXPLODE. into PIECES

I am. A fan. Of those Venti looks at his own reflection and sometimes it fucking gets him angst I also think that part of the reason Ragnvindr left and their relationship remained tense even if I see them reconciling somewhat is because Venti shares the bard's face and watching the face of someone you know is long gone stay unaging and express hurt is painful.

Sure at this point in the future I do think that Venti has gotten better at dealing with it and understands why Ragnvindr did what he did. But ho b o i seeing it first hand outside of a reflection would probably still throw him for a loop.

Oh also I imagine past Venti to still be in archon robes so that's how present Venti clocked which part of the timeline that one is from so fast. But on the flip side, past Venti might have thought and hoped that it was the bard, if only for a moment. And maybe, just a little bit, they pretended that it was.

#past venti seeing the future and seeing that it turns out okay in the end#AUGHHH#DOES IT GET BETTER. DOES IT STOP HURTING#IM GOKNA CRY#PAST VENTI IS NUST HESITANT HOPE HUH

I imagine that post rebellion Venti was just A bundle of nerves

Like yeah they won the battle against Decarabian, but they also lost so many loved ones, they have to deal with divinity and a new form, they had to rebuild Mond. They're new to all this too! So the uncertainty of the future was probably terrifying (Dunno if they know all the songs at this point but I feel like that would be another mess of powers to sort out with their newfound godhood tbh) So yeah! Seeing future Mond, and seeing how it appeared to be thriving was a big relief. And so Venti allows themself to relax a little bit, and to tentatively begin to hope.

#he had never spared himself that mercy in the past#like. what if i just wailed.#ITS A LOT HARDER BEING RUDE TO YOURSELF#When it’s an entirely separate being!!!!#points LOUDLY#like looking into a mirror but they are so confused looking back#and you just. cant bring it in yourself to be cruel. to say the same things you once had told yourself at one point#you want to be kinder so they may turn out the slightest bit better

POINTS BACK AT YOU!!! EXACTLY!!!!!

It's a lot easier to be kind to others than yourself and you know, the whole "that person looks exactly like someone I care about dearly" probably doesn't make it any easier to be mean lol

#a promise of gentler winds. im gonna vanish into dust

I really wanted venti to do some kind of comforting gesture and since they're already at windrise and I'm a sucker for how cecilias have been through hard times but many of mond's other specialties have never known that harsh wind So like what if flower symbolism What if Venti gave the anemo archon flowers that love the wind and grow exclusively in areas with a gentle nourishing breeze. What if past Venti got some love and care

#“barbatos smiles” may i ask if this is what you felt with the “i love you?” im gonna disintegrate

I've said it before and I'll say it again "I love you" left me in literal fucking tears I had to put down my phone I will never emotionally recover-

But that aside fun fact! I left the last line a little ambiguous on purpose! There are 3 ways you can interpret it (and they can absolutely co-exist!)

The first way is probably the most obvious. Where it's a direct callback to the line "They say nothing as they drink in the future, but they almost smile." Now finally comforted, past Venti finally smiles and lets themself hope for a better future.

Something you can note for this take is that Venti is referred to as "Barbatos". Before this point in the fic past Venti has been referred to as "the other" in some way. I don't know if it's clear but this is present Venti sort of removing himself from the situation. It's easier to be nice to someone else and all that. Past Venti being finally referred to by name in present Venti's pov? In a way, that's also Venti acknowledging that they are the same, and coming to the realisation that yeah, maybe he deserved more kindness too.

The second is that present Venti is the one smiling, because he's finally figured out what to say to the other, and in the process feels a little bit more at peace with himself. Something something healing your inner child and realising that you deserve to be treated with kindness even by yourself (especially by yourself)

And the last one is basically a combo of the two! Both of them are smiling and "Barbatos" is used as a shared name to refer to them both (cuz it felt a tiny bit confusing to use Venti when that's been used for present Venti specifically in the fic lol)

Venti was at a loss for what to do.

That was…that was him wasn't it? The figure on the floor? The one looking around lost and afraid? That was him, right after the rebellion. And now they were looking right at him.

Venti would like to think that he was good with people, good at reading them and comforting them. Thousands of years of practice will do that. But what does one do with the person in need of comfort is one's past self? 

Archons, I was a wreck back then That was his first thought.

Ah but seeing someone with that face, seeing them so distraught, as an observer…perhaps this is what Ragnvindr had felt. Venti helps the new god up.  And if the other sees something in his expression, they do not comment on it.

________

Windrise has always brought Venti comfort. Yet somewhere so important to him held no sentiment to the other. It’s strange to think about. Regardless, the elemental energy did help them relax a little, as he had hoped. 

The new god looks to the skies and sees the birds soaring free, watches the flora sway in the gentle breeze. They say nothing as they drink in the future, but they almost smile.

________

"Does…Does it get better?" 

There's a hesitant hope in the question. One that doesn't expect much in response but can't help but hope anyway. 

"Does it stop hurting?" is left unspoken.

"..." 

For the first time in a long time, Venti does not know what to say.

He thinks back to all that has happened, thinks back to the things that are yet to come for the other. He thinks about the darkness brewing in the present, the songs yet to be sung in the future. He finds his heart hurting for the younger god. Hurting for the pain that will come. And hurting for the pain that has already happened. Strange. He had never spared himself that mercy in the past. What a difference viewing your past self as a separate person makes.

"It will. Eventually." He says, finally. And he hopes that it will too.

"And…it still hurts, sometimes." He admits, not wanting to lie, and watches the other nod. They expected that. His heart breaks a little more.

Venti picks a windwheel aster, carefully tucking it into his younger self's hair. A promise of gentler winds, of peaceful moments in the breeze. "But I promise that it won't always be like this. I promise that it will get easier to deal with in time."

Barbatos smiles.

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I may have written a little something based on this post about Venti meeting his younger self

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

Continuous adventures of the MC/Yuu variants

[Synopsis]: Just some MC/Yuu variants in their respective universes.

[SCP-TWST-2020: Dr. MC/Yuu (SCP!MC/Yuu)]

[Dr. MC/Yuu’s office/laboratory]

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Standing still with a blanket wrapped around them*

Leona: Huh? Herbivore, why are you-

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Shushes at him* *Whispers* Don’t say anything. Grab me that T-Bone over there.

Leona: *Finds the steak at their desk and grabs it*

SCP!MC/Yuu: Hand it over slowly and carefully.

Leona: *Annoyed* You’re acting weirder than usual.

[As Leona hands them the steak, the blanket reveals its massive mouth filled with rows of razor sharp teeth.]

Leona: What the hell?!

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Quickly stuffs the meat in it’s mouth and proceeds to yank it off of them* HIYYAAAHHHH!!!

[They swung it back and forth, hitting it against steel walls and banging it on the ground. (*Cue cartoonish sound effects*)]

Leona: *Backs away* Kill it with fire!!!

[Dr. MC/Yuu neutralizes it with a mini flamethrower they carry with them. The blanket shrieks in agony and turns into a pile of ashes.]

Leona: *Traumatized by the sudden encounter* What was that?!!

SCP!MC/Yuu: SCP-799: The Carnivorous Blanket. Good luck sleeping in peace.

<>

[SCP!MC/Yuu touring Epel around the site.]

Epel: Walkin’ around sure can make a fella thirsty.

SCP!MC/Yuu: You’re in luck. SCP-294 just restocked.

Epel: SCP- what?

SCP!MC/Yuu: I’ll show you.

[Cafeteria]

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Typing on the keypad of SCP-294*

Epel: What’s with the guards?

SCP!MC/Yuu: This vending machine is a special one. Which is why it needs to be heavily guarded.

[Then the machine dispense some fresh apple juice.]

SCP!MC/Yuu: Here. I know it’s not the kind back in your family’s farm. I promise you it’s not bad.

Epel: *Drinks the juice* …

SCP!MC/Yuu: Epel? Hey, are you okay?

Epel: This is half as good as Gran-Gran’s juice.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Jesus. Don’t scare me like that.

<>

[Oklahoma]

SCP!MC/Yuu: Crowley, this is a terrible idea to join me.

Crowley: Nonsense! Your world is not as bad as I thought it would.

SCP!MC/Yuu: That’s because you never experienced true horror. Only I was supposed to observe an anomalous object until you decided to tag along.

[A bus rolls in front of the school at 3:20 p.m.]

Crowley: Oddly enough. Why are we at a school?

SCP!MC/Yuu: Just aboard the bus.

[Ten minutes later]

Crowley: *Already traumatized from the bus having to travel into a hellish dimension*

SCP!MC/Yuu: Welcome to SCP-3583: The Tragic Schoolbus…Crowley?

Crowley: *Shaking and hiding his face behind SCP!MC/Yuu* When will this be over?

SCP!MC/Yuu: A half hour? An hour? I don’t remember. *Injects amnestics in Crowley*

Crowley: *Falls unconscious*

SCP!MC/Yuu: This is gonna be a long ride.

[Hazbin Hotel x TWST: Demon Lord!MC/Yuu]

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: *Sighs*

Trey: MC/Yuu? You look rather down. Is everything okay?

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: No. Everything is quite alright, dear Trey. I just have intrusive thoughts of my inner demons.

Trey: Oh. What are they saying?

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: *In their demonic voice* Feed on the flesh of the innocence~

Trey: *Disturbed* …

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: The problem is I refuse to do so since I can’t bear my humane thoughts telling me of your human diseases.

<>

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: *Showing pictures to everyone* Oh hoo! This is the time when Charlie had to chase after Vaggie who was also chasing after Angel for doing something stupid back at the hotel.

[They swiped to the next image.]

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: This is Husker. Passed out drunk.

[Then swipes again.]

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: Whoops. *Closes their phone*

Ace: What was that?

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: …My brother giving me the evil scheming eyes. He somehow made the image cursed after Angel dared me to snap a picture of him without noticing. He noticed.

<>

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: *SNIFFS* *SNIFFS* Ugh. You boys reck of sins.

Azul: *Confused* For your information, this is an all-boys school of villains.

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: Yeah, yeah. I know. Somebody around here smells the worst.

[Then another Overblot incident occurs.]

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: AHA! I knew it!

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HEY, HELLO I wanted to ask if you can do and todobakudeku x Yandere!reader but if you have done this already plese tag me in it and also, I love your writing <3

TodoBakuDeku X Yandere!Reader

(First time writing yan reader, apologies in advance)

Here's a quick heads-up! I'm only finishing this half finished fic and I'm not doing any editing to what was already written, therefore you may come across grammatical errors and a sudden change in story-telling.

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"Good morning Momo, Uraraka!" You ran up to the two, tackling them in a hug. "Good morning, Y/N," Uraraka yawned and her lips tugged into a tired smile. "You seem unusually excited today. Did something happen?" "Ah, well.. no.. not yet, at least." "Ooh!" The brunette exclaimed with new found energy, "something's gonna happen today?" "I presume it's something good..?" Came Momo's addition and you pondered for a moment—what to say, exactly. "I actually have something to ask from you guys.. can we--" "Alright problem children, settle down already.." Aizawa's sudden voice made you jump slightly, and everyone quickly ran to their seats.

A few seconds after taking your seat you felt your phone buzz and checked it cautiously.

— - — - — - — - — - — - — - — - — - —

The three musketeers GC

Momo

I'm sorry about earlier. But we can resume the conversation after class...?

Uraraka

There's nothing happening rn, lets just talk here. It seemed like you wanted it to be private anyways @Y/N

You

Yeah, ur right. It also feels more comfortable over text.

Is that okay @Momo?

Momo

If it's that important, then I can't argue. I want to make sure everything's alright with you, since you're my dear friend.

Uraraka

Aww, Momo!

You

Thanks Momo, Uraraka ❤️

Uraraka

Alright, shoot the question bestie

You

😂 Alright, alright

So the thing is..

Ilikesomeonebutidontknowbowtogjfabkuttconfessing

Momo

Uh..

Uraraka

You like someone?? 👀🎉

You

Well, yes

Multiple someones, actually

Momo

I'm not trying to insult you, but what happened?

Uraraka

Come on Momo

They're flustered and just speed wrote 🤭

Momo

I wasn't aware there was something like that 🤔

By the way, @Y/N

You

Yes?

Momo

Who are you talking about? Are they in our class?

You

.. perhaps

Uraraka

OoOoOO

Don't forget any detail!

You

What detail?

Uraraka

Who they are, how many, do you want help choosing between them, etc

You know, what friends usually asks dear friends

You

You guys really like the term dear friend, huh

But I don't want to choose between them

Momo

Y/N I hope you're not thinking about something bad

Uraraka

Huh, wym Mom?

Mom*

Mom*

MOMO

GEEZ

Oops, i mean geez

😵

You

Lol

Momo

Are you.. okay? 😅

Uraraka

Yes, just autocorrect :/

Sorry

Where were we?

Momo

Right

So what did you think about doing Y/N?

You

Ever heard of polyamory? 😐

Momo

How do you know these someones would be polyamorous? Btw, yes, I had

You

That's why I wanted to talk with you guys

You are close to them

Uraraka

Alright, but WHO

You

.....

@Momo

Momo

We can't exactly help if you don't tell us.. 😅

You

😄

Uraraka

😶

Momo

I don't mean to pressure you or anything, just...

You know

Help us help you

You

😥

Fine

Uraraka

Finally!!!!!

Momo

😅

You

So it's kinda awkward, but there's 3 guys

Just um.. don't judge , ok?

Itsmidoriyaandbakugoandtodoroki

Momo

Please type one word at a time

Or space them

It's hard on the eyes

😐

Uraraka

Um

Momo

"It's Midoriya and Bakugou and Todoroki"

Uraraka

OH

Oh.

oh..

Are you sure??

You

Yeah, very 🙈

Momo

Well, I think Midoriya and Todoroki might agree to a polyamorous relationship if they like someone, but I don't know how they feel about you

no offense!

on the other hand Bakugou....

🤔

Well, tbh I don't know him that well

Uraraka

Balugou def not gonna agree

He's the type o guy who keeps his partners for himself and "doesn't like sharing"

Momo

Especially not with those two, yeah.

But @Y/N

You

Hoo boy, here we go

Momo

What?

Yk whatever not gonna question you anymore

But how come you like them all?

I mean, they're.. kinda different, personality and appearance wise. 🤔

You

Yeah, but it's not like I have an exact type either

Momo

Do you ?

I don't remember ever getting involved with your love life

Prior to now, that is

You

Cause I didn't feel this type of intensity before now

🥰

Momo

I see, well

How can we help

...

Speaking of we, @Uraraka

Smth happen?

Uraraka

What no

Y?

Momo

You just acted a bit off

Uraraka

How?

Momo

You didn't bombard Y/N with questions

Uraraka

Still haven't thought of one

It's so sudden

I never even noticed y/n liked someone...

Momo

Well, you have plenty of time to think about questions to ask

But we should help Y/N now

Uraraka

How? 😅

It's not like i or you have any experience, especially with more than one person

You

Ouch 😔

Momo

😅

We can still think of something

No?

Uraraka

If you say so..

I'll chat with you guys once I thought of something

Momo

Alright..

You

Thanks, again

This means a lot to me guys

❤️

Momo

Np 🥰

Uraraka

Yeah

😅

— - — - — - — - — - — - — - — - — - —

IRL

You turned off your phone and briefly glanced at Uraraka and Momo. The latter seemed to follow through the lesson without fail after turning her phone off, while Uraraka played with her hair anxiously and chewed her lips. "Heh.." You couldn't help your lips tugging up into a small smirk at the sight of her—hopelessly thinking. Just the sentence "I have a crush on Midoriya" threw her off so much, you wonder what would happen were you to go further.

But it's enough for now.

For now.

~

"Y/N.. Y/N..." "Mmm.. yeah..?" You murmured softly—with your head nested on the desk and covered by your arms—, and, after recognizing the oh so familiar voice, you sprung up from your seat so quickly you knocked your chair back. "Midoriya! Hi!" The words left your mouth in the form of sharp breaths. "Ahaha, hi." The flustered boy scratched his face and you quickly apologized for the jumpscare, even going as far as to bow down. Which earned you an embarrassed chuckle from said boy. "I didn't mean to bother you either, just wanted to ask for your help with.. something." Midoriya averted his eyes and you took this chance to quickly scan the classroom, only to realize it was only the two of you in the room. You were happy, but also a bit disappointed that no one could witness Midoriya's adorableness and flustered state, though you'll definitely carve out every bastards' eyes who stole a glance when you finally get the chance to. But your top priority right now was the flustered boy in front of you, with his soft locks of green-black hair partially covering his eyes that glanced up once in a while and an awkward smile resting on his face. The sight of him made you feel as it always did—you could barely suppress the urge to pull him into your chest and pepper kisses on every. single. freckle on his body. The way he'd whimper and needily grab onto you, starving for your touch just as much as you do. You wanted to spoil him, to spoil ALL of them. The way all three boys would gaze up at you with glossy eyes, impatiently waiting for your return when you leave. When they finally realize how much you mean to them they'd throw away any silly dreams or thoughts, like wanting to be the No.1 hero. They don't need to work to gain the fake appreciation of those good for nothing members of society. So long as they--

"As expected, it's unreasonable from me, huh.." What?- Oh, for god's sake, you got lost in your fantasy. Again. Now look at the boy—that adorable pout on his face that makes you want to cup his face and force his mouth open to-- alright, Y/N, get your head out of the gutter. "I'm sorry if I upset you." "No, no no no no no!" Before you could regain your composure, your hands shot out to hold Midoriya's. "..?!" Midoriya's sharp gasp was the one thing that pulled you out of your daze as you kept rubbing his hands, which were unlike his face—rough, scarred and full of experience. There's definitely no way you'd be able to take him on in a one-on-one combat. "So-sorry!" You blurted out, but still didn't let go of his hands. "It's-it's just that--that, you know--you have verynicehands!..." "Um." "I-I.. I'm sorry--that sounded incredibly weirdbutididntmeanitinaweirdway or anything--notthatithinkyoucansaysomethinglikethatwithoutsoundinglikeacreep--but-but--you get it right??" "To-to be honest, you were talking a little bit too quickly. Can you repeat it?" Midoriya flashed an innocent smile making you feel as if a thousand butterflies would burst out of you at any. moment. You sighed, and regretfully, let go of Midoriya's hands, already missing the rough texture of his skin against your own.

"Nevermind. To be honest..." You began, looking at Midoriya—staring back at you with a heartbreaking look on his face. "...It's--I'd love to--that, yes... I'd love that..." You cursed yourself mentally for not having the heart to admit you weren't listening to whatever he was asking you and can only pray that it's something you're actually capable of doing. You'd rather die than to disappoint him. But that can wait, you'd rather try to engrave Midoriya's beaming face into your memory. The way he squeezed your hands. The muttered "thank yous" and that warm laugh that classified more as childish giggle will forever be a cherished memory to you, only overwritten with even more intimate moments with him.

"Really, Y/N, you're really nice— I'm sorry for involving you in something silly like this." Midoriya bowed to you and, before you could say anything, ran off through the second door. And as soon as his footsteps faded away, the first door of the classroom slid open—Uraraka held the door with her head dipped so low she might as well been bowing down to you.

"Uraraka-chan!" You called out in a sweet voice, expecting a giggle or smile from the naive girl. "What's wrong? Do you need me to help with anything, dear friend?" Instead, she raised her head and glared at you—god, that annoying baby face really doesn't work in her favor, but it sure as hell makes your blood boil. The mere fact that she was here, most likely expecting to find Midoriya all on his own, to take him away from you even when you told her already how much you yearned for him, for Katsuki, for Shoto—It's obvious!— you are the only one who can have them. Yet, despite making it so clear to her, how they all belonged to you, she still can't give up on Izuku?

"Y/N." Now what, does she want to play the victim—to make you out to be the bad guy?

Probably...

"Yes?" The word escaped through gritted teeth wishing to brutally rip her throat out, maybe that, that would make her curse-like presence perish.

She gulped audibly and took a confident stance as if she was facing a fucking low-worth criminal.

The nerve in her..!

"Wait, no, before you continue..." You raised a hand and continued shortly after, "for how long did you eavesdrop on us? What exactly did you hear? If what you heard was the reason why you're... Mad at me, then you have no right to." "Wha--" "YOU were not a participant in OUR conversation, at the most, you were just stalking me or (my) Izuku and only happened to hear it—that does NOT equal being part of it. So if--" "SHUT UP!!" Uraraka shouted and held her head, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

!?

"You knew it already, didn't you?" You cock your head, "what could you possibly be referring to?" Her lips form a straight line and the hurt in her eyes sells her out. "Oh, it's Midoriya. Well, I would've probably guessed that sooner or later." "You're so heartless.."

"You should stop, before something happens."

But she didn't.

"Seriously--"

/ Whack /

It stings... Your cheek stings and your ears are ringing..

Did...

Did she really...

She just slapped you...

SHE. SLAPPED.YOU.

You truly didn't expect for the dumb bitch to be this dumb. Not a single ounce of courage, merely stupidity.

"Oi." You slowly raise your head, only to meet with a truly horrified expression—all the blood left her face and she, mouth parted, made shallow breaths almost as if forgetting how to breathe, like a fish stuck on land. "I-I.." She stammered, robotically raising her hands in a defensive way, probably afraid you'd hit back.

Which you really wanted to. A lot.

But, alas, nothing goes according to your wishes.

Momo steps into the classroom with Todoroki by her side, and, judging by their expressions, they probably were witness to Uraraka's uncharacteristic melt down.

"Uraraka-san." Todoroki called out, but she didn't turn to face him nor Momo. "Y/N, are you okay?" Momo ran up to you and held your face in her hands, examing the red handprint that slowly formed on your cheek. Truth to be told, it wasn't anything more than a faint uncomfortable feeling and it's most likely gonna disappear after a while.

But.

"Hnn..Momo, did," you sniffled as small droplets of clear liquid trailed down your face and rolled down Momo's hands, "did I do so-something wrong??" "No, you didn't!" A golden opportunity was presented to you. She turned towards Uraraka, "We might've not been here the whole time, but I know that you wouldn't do anything bad intentionally. And so wouldn't Uraraka." Huh? "And I'm sure we can talk this out, right, Uraraka, Y/N?" "Momo..!" Uraraka smiled at Momo with shiny eyes, but you, on the other hand... You should just get rid of them already. They're only obstacles and they never helped you in any way. "Are you okay?" Todoroki's voice tore through the red clouding your eyes. Right. "I don't know why Uraraka-san would shout at and hit me." "That's--" "Why did you hit them?" Todoroki cocked his head and raised a brow, ever so slightly at her. "I..." Uraraka gulped and looked at Todoroki, then Momo. Then you. No. "Y/N's lying about me." "What?" Momo looked at you and Uraraka, a puzzled expression evident on her face. This is not. "Lying about what? You hit me! EVERYONE SAW IT!" "Y/N." Your name fell out of Todoroki's mouth, like a whisper. No. You hadn't prepared for this situation. And you're losing it. They're all looking at you. As if you're not the victim. And truth to be told, you weren't ever really good at acting, especially not under stress. This... THIS ISN'T RIGHT. What should you do...

"Is... Is this about our chat?" You put on your best pouty face and cling to Todoroki, peeking at Uraraka from behind him. "You're mad at me because you like... Midoriya?" "--Nnh...!" She grit her teeth and averted her gaze to the floor, clenching her hands so hard the nails dug into her skin. "Uraraka?" Momo stepped forward to stand before her. "Is what Y/N said true?" "No, I don't like him... I love him! But they knew!..." "Eep!" She pointed at you with a glare and you quickly hugged Todoroki from behind in an act of terror. He turned his head back, checking on you and smiled reassuringly. Aww, how cute. So caring. You almost feel as though you should get rid of Momo and Uraraka right now, before either of those idiots hurt Todoroki. But that's not right. Not yet. "Thank you, Todoroki." You try your best to put on a sad smile, but it's just so difficult when you're so happy. Even with the way things are, it doesn't matter as long as he only has you before him. Not those... Things.

But God does it piss you off how you can't just wrap your arms around him. Can't lock him up or tie him to you... Just yet.

Just a little more.

"This is a sensitive topic to both of you (I assume), so let's talk things out when we're back at the privacy of our dorms." Momo glances around worriedly and presents an uncertain smile, probably with the intention to lighten the mood. "Is that okay with you two?" Uraraka agrees to the suggestion without much hesitation, she trusts Momo's ability to find a solution for everything, after all. You, on the other hand, swallow every venomous word attempting to escape past your lips and begrudgingly nod along.

Your fingers twist the fabric of Todoroki's uniform tightly in anger, but the boy seemingly misinterprets it as fear— he turns towards you slightly and smiles. His hand twitched, contemplating whether he should comfort you with a reassuring touch, but to your disappointment he decided against it and settled with just a smile that turned awkward with uncertainty.

Momo releases a breath of relief and puts a hand on Uraraka's back comfortingly, and slowly leads her out of the classroom. But not before shooting a strange look to Todoroki that you can't quite understand, but you can guess it meant something along the lines of 'lets separate them' or... something, because the next thing you know Todoroki's walking out (in a different direction from the girls) and you instinctively follow him, still clinging to his uniform.

You don't say anything during the walk, and you only stop when you arrive to the entrance of the dorms and Todoroki turns around— forcing you to let go of him— and scratches his neck. "Y/N." "Yes?" You answer immediately, but it doesn't divert his attention from your intense staring. Though he doesn't comment on it. "...You like Midoriya?" "No! Yes– wait, um... This is a little more complicated than it seems." You huff and massage your temple, contemplating lying. Todoroki irks a brow, but doesn't speak any further.

Should you come clean? Todoroki's a rational person, plus he wouldn't judge you, right? Maybe telling him your feelings might provide a better solution than... Well, it's still a plan B, but you shouldn't jinx things just yet.

"So, let's say hypothetically I have a "crush" on Midoriya," you fiddle with your hands and avoid looking at Todoroki for fear of exposing yourself, "but at the same time— I have a crush on an another person too..... And one other. Hypothetically saying!" He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't seem to want to leave just yet, though you're still afraid from looking up and meeting his eyes, so you can't be sure. "What would that make me?" "... I don't know." He answers thoughtfully. "You like three people?" "Hypothetically only, it's a hypothesis! Like a "what if" question." You blurt out hastily, whipping your head up and finally meeting Todoroki's gaze. Fortunately or unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have an opinion formed, or he just doesn't show it with the stoic expression he's wearing.

"Okay." He says with a bit of a pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know what answer you want." "It's not– nevermind. Let me reword that— say, hypothetically, if you were the one I had a crush on... What would you do?" "One of the three?" "Y-yeah." You sigh and carefully examine as he raises his hand to his chin in thought, seriously contemplating your "hypothesis". "...What would that mean?" "What?" "If you had a 'crush' on me, what would that mean?" "That I like you? I really don't know what you're asking."

"Then I would say thank you." "....That's it?" "Yes... Was there something else?" "Sometimes I forget how annoying it can be to talk about certain topics with you..." You grumble under your breath, but you also know that no matter how dense Todoroki can be, he's still someone you genuinely love. Even if your love may be a little too intense..... sometimes.

"No, thank you for answering my hypothetical questions. But I have to go back to my dorm now, so see you later." You say dejectedly and wander into the building, and you feel a slight pang in your chest as you consider that Todoroki may be easier to convince under different circumstances.

~ At night ~

It's about time the bakusquad leaves for their respective rooms (and Bakugou will be alone), so you use your quirk to transform into a small cat and climb into his window to wait.

"...What are you talking about?" Your ears perk up to the sudden change in atmosphere, and you try your best to eavesdrop without being spotted. "Midobro! He told me he's dating someone." Kirishima exclaimed, flashing a toothy smile to Bakugou. "No way!!" Mina screeched, but even that ear-piercing noise couldn't deter your thoughts from wandering from what the redhead had said. "Are you sure it wasn't just a prank or some kind of test from the teachers??" "Kamibro, he was blushing and rambling the whole time we talked." Kirishima turned towards Bakugou for support, but didn't receive any. "The nerd's always blushing and rambling to everyone, besides, there's no idiot stupider than him who would date him." He grumbled, briefly raising his head from his phone, and quickly returned to it. "Man..." Kirishima groaned and looked out the window— you quickly ducked to the side, hoping he wouldn't see you—, then he looked around the room once more. "So you guys aren't interested in who's Midobro's date? Not even a little bit?" "No, dumbass. Because he doesn't have one. Tch!" Bakugou commented, not raising his head this time. Kirishima turned to the other two, receiving unsure grins. "I guess we should go to our own rooms already, it's getting pretty late anyways..." He pouts, and the trio leaves files out of the room, saying a brief "good night" to the blond, now laying on his bed and leaning against the wall.

"Mreow~" You quickly seize the opportunity and paw at the glass until Bakugou notices you, and opens the window. "You're early.." He says thoughtfully as you trot towards the soft bed, and curl yourself up next to the pillow. It's something you've been doing for a few weeks now, taking on the form of a small cat and hanging out with Bakugou late at night— the first time you were impatient, thus careless, and you almost got caught in your original (human) form inside his room. But a few days later, when you were on a walk you saw a young kitten and you got an idea— and to your delight, that idea worked out well and Bakugou allowed you inside his room, even petted you and allowed so many more things that would've been considered weird, or even creepy if you were to do it as a human. (Since then, you've also began visiting Midoriya and Todoroki in their rooms when they were alone, and when morning came you took something from there as a keepsake, of course being careful not to make them too suspicous).

He plops down next to you, but this time he lays on his back and pats his stomach. You happily climb onto him and nuzzle into his neck, purring and kneading as he gently strokes your fur. His lips tug into a small, silly smile and he sighs. You know how relaxing it is for him to pet you and you'd be lying if you said this isn't one of your favourite things to do. But in a few hours, after you made sure he was asleep you'd go to visit your Izuku and Todoroki, as you've been doing for the past few weeks.

Otherwise, how could you sleep peacefully, if there was a chance either one of them could be hurt or even worse... So you have to make sure they are safe, every night, even if they don't know, even if they never thank you.

— - — - — - — - — - — - — - — - — - —

I really don't want to make this too long. I really didn't know how to end this, so this may seem abrupt.

Ps. I wanted a build-up, but it definitely turned a little awkward. I just didn't want to write the typical (and cringy) yandere falls in love and is immediately killing everyone who even looks at the subject of their love.

I might write another Yandere!Reader x The trio fic (that would be a 100% better) sometime in the future, but right now I'm just glad I got this one off my shoulders. Thank you for reading! ':)

[lunapwrites]

5 Movies, 4 Songs, 3 Essentials, 2 Books, 1 Quote

Hoo boy. I've got some major thinking to do on this one hahaha. In the meantime, thank you to both @signifiquint and @bluesundaycake for the tag! <3

Movies - I normally forget these as soon as I finish watching them, so let's see how I do here. In no particular order...

1- Don't Look Up: I am annoyed by how much I liked this movie. I watched it while I was super sick over the winter and just lay there on the couch having existential dread for eons after lol. But it definitely stuck with me.

2- The Last Unicorn: When I tell you that this movie meant a ton to me though. Just a staple of my childhood, pure nostalgia.

3- OK look I know it's not the point of this exercise but I can't separate them: The Lord of the Rings Trilogy extended edition because momma didn't raise no quitter. I absolutely adored the books. The soundtrack was gorgeous, the set design and characters were amazing, and I may or may not have been a little obsessed with both Liv Tyler and Dominic Monaghan sooooooo yeah. Also, Billy Boyd had NO FUCKING RIGHT tearing my heart out and flinging into the fires of Mount Doom like that but okay.

4- The Mummy: [helpless bisexual noises]

5- The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Speaking of animation that I absolutely loved... this movie was just absolutely gorgeous. The soundtrack still hits like a truck.

Songs - yo you're really gonna make me pick four, huh? Fiiiine. Here's some things I've been listening to recently.

1- Control - Mannequin Pussy

2- Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

3- #41 - Dave Matthews Band shut up

4- The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace - The Amazing Devil

Essentials (not including partner or dogs bc that's cheating.)

1- Music

2- Art supplies

3- My irresponsibly vast tea collection (incl accoutrements.)

Books - Look I haven't been very good about reading actual literature recently so uh. Here's my favorites from when I was a kid, minus LotR.

1- The Red Fairy Book - compiled by Andrew Lang (my mom had this and I absolutely adored stealing it from her. It's a compilation of a bunch of different fairy tales and is the only place I've been able to find Dapplegrim, which was one of my favorites.)

2- The Crystal Caves - Mary Stewart. (Also one of my mom's. This is the first of the Merlin Trilogy Stewart wrote -- tetrology if you count the Mordred one. This one was one I read and reread a lot.)

Quote - "The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.' - Haldir, The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R.Tolkien.

That definitely didn't take me an hour hahaha it did. Anyway! Always feel weird about tagging folks but uhhhhh @allalrightagain, @broomsticks, @deathcabformoony, @bluestringpudding, @black-sparroww, @inmyownlittlecorner5 @greyeyedmonster-18.... and anyone else I missed who hasn't already done it and would like to join!

[aweirdundertalehetalian]

I know there's already a summary wonderfully put together, but I wanted to add some sort of rough (or crude, my bad) translation for those who'd like one to read along with, hehe.

リンと源泉の出会い編 ~ Rin & Motomi's Encounter Compiled Story

Rin: "Alllllllright then… I wonder who I'll pick up today~? Honestly, this’ll be easy; nobody can say no to someone as cute as me. I wonder how much I can make today for my photos, fufufu…"

*Rin enters Meal of Duty and looks around.*

Rin: "Ah… it’s him again. I see him quite often here… hm, I might be able to make this work. Here goes nothing!"

*He walks over to a slumped-over Motomi and whispers.*

Rin: "Hey… 'scuse me…"

*Motomi lets out a tired groan, then a sound of confusion as he notices Rin.*

Rin: "Glad I got your attention, sir. Wait… you don’t have any tags on you? It’s not every day I see a non-Igra participant."

Motomi: "Ah… well…"

Rin: "What brings you here to Toshima? All alone today?"

Motomi: "Nope."

Rin: "That so? What are you, an information broker?"

*Motomi hesitates a bit, most likely debating if he should tell Rin the truth.*

Rin: "Did I guess correctly?"

Motomi: "… Well, I guess."

Rin: "Alright! Well, today’s your lucky day because I have some photos for you! Juicy ones! You owe me big time!"

*Hearing that, Motomi freakin' dies enters a coughing fit, in a state of disbelief.*

Motomi: "What—?!"

Rin: "Anyways, let's talk about my pictures! I’m a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you know. However, I’m willing to negotiate for my services for someone as experienced as you, sir~"

Motomi: "There's gotta be a catch, right?"

Rin: "You don’t need to get defensive! Hey, so, do we have a deal?"

Motomi: "Hah… you’re wasting your time pretending to be a cute, little girl. You can’t fool these eyes, no use cheating with a professional."

Rin: (On the verge of tears) "Eeeh~? What are you… talking about?"

Motomi: "It's. use. less. Just stop; maybe you’ll get the hint if I…"

*Motomi lightly hurts Rin, either a slight slap on the arm or a flick on the bridge of Rin's nose, I'm not really sure lol.*

Rin: "Ow! Hey! What was that for? That freakin’ hurt!!"

Motomi: "Hoo boy, that façade peeled off rather quickly… I wish everything was as easy as that. Maybe you should reconsider who you try to talk to in places like this. Sure, not everyone has expert perception, but it doesn’t take much to see right through ya."

Rin: "Tch, what's up with you? Where do you get off telling me what to do?"

Motomi: "Don’t say it like that, just think of it as free advice from a friendly information broker."

Rin: (Sarcastically) "Oh, thank you SO much for your WONDERFUL advice."

*Rin's had enough, so he turned on his heel before leaving.*

Rin: "Ah, I’m heading off then. See ya, you old fart!"

Motomi: "Old fart—?!"

*As Rin ran toward the entrance, a single photograph dropped to the ground without him noticing.*

Motomi: "… Hah? Hey, wait a minute…!"

*Rin notices Motomi calling out to him, so he comes back.*

Rin: "What?"

Motomi: "You dropped whatever this is."

*It clicks in Motomi's head that this is one of the photos Rin was bragging about, so he decides to flip it to the front to take a look.*

Motomi: "Ah… so these are your photos, huh?"

Rin: "Hey! Who said you could look?! Give it back!"

Motomi: " 'Give it back,' he says. I'm just assessing it; you have my word that I'll give it back."

Rin: "Then make sure you’re extra careful with it, got it?"

Motomi: "Huh? That’s rich coming from someone like you. An Igra player, yeah?"

Rin: "Yeah, but what does THAT have to do with anything?"

Motomi: "Nothing at all, haha. I’ve gotta say, this one I’m looking at is pretty good."

Rin: "… Huh? Really?"

Motomi: "Enough games; we both know this is a pretty unique shot you’ve got here. Are all your photos like this?"

Rin: "Hm… well, check for yourself."

*With Rin's permission, Motomi checks the other photos in the bundle as it was handed to him. As he examines them, he occasionally lets out small exclamations of satisfaction.*

Rin: "… And?"

Motomi: "You weren’t lying, these are pretty great."

Rin: "See? Even an old man with your ‘expert perception’ can agree with me."

Motomi: "I'm not that old..."

*With that, Motomi sighs. Pondering on something, he lets out a sound indicating his thought process.*

Motomi: "… I have an idea. So, hear me out—"

Rin: "If you want to buy these from me, I’m not interested anymore."

Motomi: "That's not what I was going to say… Well, considering my line of work, photos like yours would definitely come in handy."

*He hands the bundle of photos back to Rin.*

Motomi: "You can keep these ones. I was wondering if you’d be interested in taking more photos for me."

Rin: "… Hm… I’ll think about it. What are you gonna give me in return?"

Motomi: "Ah, that's right… I’ve got steady access to some Solids and clean water."

Rin: "That’s it?! I don’t need any of that!"

*Motomi is still in thought as Rin stays, still interested in his offer.*

Rin: "You got anything else?"

Motomi: "Well, technically as my 'subordinate,' I could ‘accidentally’ leak any valuable information I have to you. How's that sound?"

Rin: "Eh?! Why didn’t you offer that first? Finally, the old man has a fair deal!"

Motomi: "If I know anything about normal Igra players, they’d be all over me to provide those necessities; but we have a fair deal, so I’m not complaining."

Rin: "You’re joking, right?"

Motomi: "Not really. Anyway, you’ll be the first to know if I get some good leads~"

*Motomi does something with his cigarette, causing Rin to pinch his nose.*

Rin: "Ngh! No wonder why you’re usually alone at the bar! Your smoke reeks!!"

*Motomi just laughs at his reaction.*

Rin: "Anyway, you’ve got yourself a deal. No juicy info means no pictures, okay? So hey, old man; what’s your name?"

Motomi: "It's Motomi."

Rin: "Well, I'm Rin."

Motomi: "Pleasure to meet ya, Rin."

*They shake on it, but after a bit, Rin realizes something.*

Rin: "… Ah."

Motomi: "Ah?"

Rin: "Hey, I'm going to have to ask that you don't smoke in front of me. The smell's gonna rub off on me."

Motomi: "Huh? Ah… my bad."

Rin: "If you’re not gonna listen, then I should—!"

*Rin flawlessly knocks the cigarette out of Motomi's mouth; the cigarette goes flying into the air and onto the floor as Motomi now contemplates the cruelty of reality.*

Motomi: "Whoa, ack—!! Aah, aaah!! I wasn’t done with that one…!"

Rin: "You're welcome, by the way!"

Motomi: "… Good grief… I was not prepared to get harassed today…"

Rin: "If we’re done, I’m gonna get going!"

Motomi: "I should probably get going too. Have an appointment I don’t want to miss."

Rin: "Ah, I see."

*Both Rin and Motomi leave Meal of Duty together. As they emerge from the door, a ruffian outside glances over and notices Rin.*

Ruffian: "Hah, it’s you…! You lyin’ sonuva—!"

*Rin is simply confused as both Rin and Motomi take note of the ruffian.*

Motomi: "Is he an acquaintance of yours?"

*Rin makes the "I don't know" sound.*

Rin: "Probably another poor idiot I tricked in the past? I don’t remember them all."

Ruffian: "What’d you say?! I’ll make you eat those words…!"

Rin: "Hah? All talk and no bite. If you’re gonna do it, then do it already!"

*Rin immediately attacks the ruffian.*

Ruffian: "Argh—!"

*The ruffian goes down with barely any effort. He gets up to retaliate, probably blinded by rage.*

Ruffian: "You’re part of this too, huh old man?!"

Motomi: "Whoa, cool it!"

*Before the ruffian could attack Motomi, Rin jumps in to sabotage the ruffian's movements.*

Motomi: "Waiting ‘til the last second to do something, huh? Kinda show-offish of ya."

*Rin smiled playfully at Motomi's words, angering the ruffian even more.*

Ruffian: "You bastard!!!"

*The ruffian attacks Rin with whatever strength he has left, but Rin easily counters and beats him up without a sweat. The ruffian then passes out.*

Rin: "Phew. You know, there's a ton of stubborn dogs like him around here… hey, what’s with the stupid grin on your face?"

Motomi: "Hm? Ah… watching you made me think about our agreement, and how I picked the side where I don't receive broken bones."

Rin: "Hey, count yourself blessed to have me, I’m much stronger than I look! I bet people underestimate you too, as an old man."

Motomi: "Unlike you, I’m not doing any fighting on my end. I’m just good enough to avoid ‘em."

*Rin wants to probe Motomi for more, but all he receives is light laughter.*

Motomi: "Well, I’m off before another fight of yours starts. Nice meeting ya."

Rin: "I’ll catch up with you later."

The Rin and Motomi drama CD created for True Blood’s release. Summaries and translations gratefully welcomed! 

[christinesficrecs]

HI, I'm new reading sterek fics, do you have a tag for pinning exes or mutual pinning because I'd love to read fics with that trope. Also thank you so much for all your fics recs. It has been only a month but your blog is a treasure for me. Thank you. 💕💕

Hey! Welcome to the Sterek Fandom. 💜 I haven’t done pining fics in a while so here we go. 😉 

Here are some tags to check out: mutual pining, break up fics, relationship angst  and also the slow burn tag. 

Hold your tongue and hear me out. by TamzStripped | 11.7K | Explicit

Stiles pining after his best friends big brother waiting for the idiot to fall in love with him without some predestined bullshit so that they can live happily ever after, and if they are lucky, have lots and lots of sex. Lots.

it's obvious, you're oblivious by EvanesDust | 14.8K | Explicit

Derek’s new roommate is alpha bait but seems disinterested in everyone—especially Derek.

Stiles is suddenly popular, but can't seem to catch the interest of the only alpha he actually likes.

...or the one where Stiles and Derek get paired together in room assignments and are secretly in love with the other.

It’s Not Pretend When It’s Real by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 32.7K

“At least we got this far,” Stiles argued. “Could’ve been worse. For now, they know he’s taken by someone in the pack.”

“Mm hm,” Lydia said, giving him a look. “You realize that you are now going to have to pretend to date Derek, right?”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Oh no, what a hardship. That sucks, boo hoo.” He motioned Derek emphatically. “He’s like, my best friend.”

“Hey!” Scott insisted.

One Door Closes by KouriArashi | 27.7K | Explicit

Derek knows that Stiles is too young for him, but Stiles doesn't agree. Eight years after Derek rejects him due to the age gap, they meet again where Derek has settled in Wyoming as a ranch hand, and Stiles is the new deputy, and still pissed as hell about the way Derek turned him down. Things don't go as either of them planned. 

The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob | 47.8K | Mature

In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job.

In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard.

Every stumble and each misfire by everchanginginks | 14K | Mature

Stiles hasn't seen or heard from Derek in ten years. It's a bit of a surprise to find out about Derek's return to Beacon Hills through Tinder.

Bittersweet and Strange, Finding You Can Change (Learning You Were Wrong) by WithMyTeeth (Ylith) | 49.9K | Explicit

When perpetual loner and failwolf extraordinaire Derek Hale finally loses patience with his meddling family, he grabs a confused Stiles Stilinski, unsuspecting diner patron and herbal medicine student, off the street to pose as his new boyfriend. Hijinks ensue.

The Hale House for Wayward Werewolves by elisela | 9.8K

The first time Derek sees Stiles, he’s sitting cross-legged next to a kiddie pool filled with floating plastic fish just outside the door of his classroom, clapping his hands along with the rest of the kids around him as a boy in blue reaches out with a net to scoop one up. There’s a sandbox on the other side of the door that kids are pawing through, nudging each other as they dig up magnetic letters, and through the door Derek can see the rest of the students sprawled across the room reading books.

If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as hell. by DropsOfAddiction | 14.3K | Explicit

Derek tries and fails to shut his gaping mouth as Stiles arrives at his desk, heartbeat rabbiting a little faster than usual.

Stiles grabs a file out of his desk, muttering something about forgetting to mail it yesterday and needing to get it down to filing by Monday. Derek’s barely paying attention, unable to concentrate with the scent of him right under his nose.

He leans over Derek to grab an empty envelope from their shared stationary tray and Derek knows he’s absolutely fucked when he sees how his trousers are moulded to his perfect ass.

“So.... how do I look?” Stiles asks casually as he stands back up, as if his very presence hasn’t just given Derek a very sudden and uncomfortable boner.

He looks like he should be on the cover of GQ.

never found a boy (to love me like you do) by stilinskisparkles | 6.6K | Mature

Stiles sits down opposite him, long fingers wrapping round the vodka bottle’s neck as he drags it towards him. “Huh.” He’s practically caressing the lid as he unscrews it and Derek shifts in his seat, looks determinedly elsewhere.

I Do Do You? by Captain_Loki | 6.5K | Explicit

Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn't be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn't fallen apart.

Electricity In the Contact by ladyblahblah | 27K | Explicit

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that's not what it's called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he's not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

Full On Rainstorm by BarlowGirl | 10.5K | Explicit

He catches Derek by the arm and Derek lets himself be turned, surprised when Stiles shoves a small box into his hands. “I don’t know if you still celebrate it or what but… I wanted you to know someone was thinking about you. Happy birthday.”

Then he squeezes Derek’s arm and bolts, gone before Derek can think to stop him.

He opens the box standing there, only to find one singular, misshapen, sloppily-frosted, cupcake, with a candle in the box next to it. It’s kind of squished despite the paper towel all around it to keep it from banging around in the box.

Derek has to take a moment to sit down because yeah, he can’t deny it anymore.

He’s gone on Stiles.

[the-cosmic-blogger]

I, at nearly five in ghe morning (now a little after).. have finished Chapter Two of Deltarune.

What a blast of a chapter, huh?

I have so many theories. I'll list them under the cut so I don't spoil anyone. And I'm gonna tag this with as many spoiler warnings as possible!

So now we know what Kris is probably doing every night.

Making fountains in various places. And disguising them as random acts of mischief.

Hoo boy.

A lot happened in this chapter.

The Roaring sounds awful.. another subset of the Legend we heard in Chapter One.. and I really enjoyed Queen. I enjoyed every single bit of this chapter. But God it's a lot to take in.

Kris.. they're probably the Knight. I'm hoping that's not the case but with what I saw and what happened in the previous chapter..? and how they regularly remove the soul?

Not quite saying it's theirs yet or anything, since we use it to control them but.. man.

And the fact that Deltarune has not just five chapters, but seven. It's in the list of chapters to play. So we probably have two more chapters after Five.

And I absolutely loved how everything was computer based this time. Just like last chapter was chess based. I wonder what next one will be.. and it's been established that the fountains shape the Dark World based on where the fountain was made.

Also, I WANNA SEE PAPYRUS DAMMIT. SANS WHY?

And it seems Alphys already likes Undyne and doesn't even know her. And Bratty and Catti. Getting along even for a moment. Starting to align.

I'm probably just babbling at this point. But gah. This chapter slays in just the right way. It was packed, but none of it felt rushed at all. I just wish I hadn't told Noelle it was a dream. I thought Dark World meant.. ya know. I should've picked the other option. If I ever replay it, I'll do that. And I might replay it and do a live reaction blog type thing of it. Because I know I'm missing details. Due in part to how long it was, and how tired I am.

So I'm gonna cap it here for now. That was a fun chapter overall!

[shannygoatgruff]

Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan…

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

a/n: I know it’s been a minute. I’m always thinking about these stories because I want to finish them, just can’t seem to focus on writing at the moment.  Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Part iv - Date with Destiny

Finding Ivar Lothbrok should have been easy. Between the two of them, he was the stable one. He was the one with the iron-clad schedule that consisted of drinking, smoking, and partying. Torren’s schedule was a bit more... fluid. She tended to go wherever the wind, or whatever car she acquired, would take her. Naturally, Ivar had the occasional meet-and-greet, red carpet, and/or Comic-con engagement that he had to attend, still, he was pretty easy to keep tabs on. All one had to do was look at (stalk) his social media accounts, and his whereabouts were posted for everyone to see.

Knowing where he’d be and finding out where he lived were a different story. Torren had done her due diligence when it came to locating the town in which Little Kattegat was located. It only took about two days and a few Google image searches of the background of a few of the photos and she had it narrowed down to a general area in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

From what she could tell, the closest town to where he lived was pretty small, and there were only a few large estates hidden in the woods. How hard could it be to find? She was willing to drive to every single house and knock on the door to find him if she had to. But it would just be easier if there was loud music and a bunch of cars in the driveway. That way she could tag along inside with the rest of the guests to get to her man. 

Her shirt landed in the pile of dirty clothes in the center of the bed, as she reached around to unhook her bra. “I really need to tell Baby Boo to stop putting all of his business out in these streets,” her brows furrowed as she shook her head, “What if some crazy, psycho bitch started stalking him, or some shit? Then I’d have to kill a bitch.” Torren’s head whipped around and she narrowed her eyes at his picture, still stuck on her wall, “Is that what you want? Huh? You want me to cut a bitch to prove to you how much I love you? I will, Bae! You know I would do anything for you. I’m your Ride or Die...” 

And being his Ride or Die meant that she needed to keep better tabs on him if she was going to protect him from someone crazier than her, God forbid.  She was only able to do so much on this prepaid phone, and going to the library to get online was becoming a pain in the ass. 

She’d considered stealing a laptop or iPad from the library but was still on the fence about the idea. Of course, the alternative meant going to stupid ass libraries and threatening little kids to get off the fucking computers, and that completely sucked ass. 

She always felt rushed when she logged onto her Bae’s Only Fans page from the public library. Without fail one of those little bastard kids would get the library Nazis to kick her off the computer, or bar her from the library altogether for watching porn. 

Ivar’s page wasn’t porn! It was art. It was sexy. It was love...his love for her. Stupid bitches. 

She had encountered far worse things than getting kicked out of the library, but some of these small towns usually only had one or two within their county limits. If she got banned, how was she supposed to check up on Ivar? In the time it took to log in until she got kicked out, she'd be lucky if she could check 2 of his accounts. What if he had some important information on another platform that she hadn’t checked yet? What was she supposed to do then?

Her relationship with Ivar was hanging in the balance, and she'd be damned if some snot-nosed kid or fucking uptight librarian would fuck that up. She needed a computer. But, on the flip side, when she finally got her man back, she wouldn't need one anymore. She could ask him directly what their plans were.

There was a lot to consider and that took time; time that she didn't have right now.

The thick layer of Nair shaving cream she had applied to her already hairless crotch, was just starting to tingle, signaling she had about 5 minutes left before the sweat-inducing, burning sensation would kick in alerting her to wash the cream off. Until then, she had time to consider an outfit for the night.

She knew Ivar well enough to know that he would want her to be sexy for him, but not so much to distract him from work. She could have gone for something slutty, like those skanky bitches he partied with. She could have gone for more demur, but then she would remind him too much of his bitch ex-wife and completely turn him off. The last thing she wanted on their first night back together was for him to be thinking about that bitch. She could have gone for a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but Torren never did simple. 

No, Ivar would want her to be herself. That's what he loved about her. That's what attracted him to her in the first place. She would be sexy without being skanky; she would be demure without being a prude.

Fuck! It was already 7:33 p.m. How in the hell did she miss the beginning of his Live? Now she was running late.

She was supposed to be dressed and ready by the time his Live came on that way she could be out the door as soon as he finished. If she was going to make it to be on his Only Fans live stream tonight, she needed to get to his house before he got too distracted. Now, she’d have to watch his Live, while her cooch burst into flames before she had a chance to take a shower and finish picking out her outfit.

If there was one thing Torren was, it was punctual. It was bad enough that she was about 40 minutes outside of his town, but it could take her up to 2 or more hours to find his house. She only hoped that he didn’t plan on starting any real freaky shit on his Only Fans page until around midnight, cause it looked like she wouldn’t be getting there before then, anyway.  

With the smile still plastered on her face, Torren turned on the hot water for a shower, forgetting that the water didn’t get hot. She didn't mind, much, especially since the cold water gave her a break from the heat in her room. 

Phone in hand, she watched him, as she planted herself on the dirty bathtub floor, cross-legged, and started to get herself ready. Starting with her toes, she shaved each one, just below the knuckle, followed by her fingers, arms, pits, and each leg, from groin to ankle, three times. When the burning from her nether regions was so intense that she couldn’t tell her tears from the shower water dripping on her face, she quickly washed off the cream. 

All she could do was hope that she hadn’t broken the skin this time. The last time she had let that damn Nair stay on, just past burning, the skin broke and she bled. She was not having a bloody hoo-ha tonight. 

With that taken care of, she gently used the razor to remove any other pubes closer to the inside that needed to be removed. Then shaved her backside. When she had more time, she was going to get the internal hairs bleached, but she needed to find out what Ivar preferred. 

Shaving ate up so much of her time that she only had a few seconds to rub some body-wash that she had stolen from a drug store over her body and hoped it got rid of the smell of the summer heat. Her hair? Fuck it...she’d wash it another day, for now, this cold water would have to be enough. She’d spritz some perfume and hair spray in it and it would smell fine. 

Torren finished her shower, and walked out of the bathroom dripping wet, only using a towel to wrap around her hair. She was glad it was so hot in her room that her hair would air-dry quickly. She finger-combed her damp tresses to complete that ‘just got out of bed, but it's styled’ appearance. She knew how much he loved when her hair looked like that. It would remind him of freshly fucked hair. 

She spent extra time applying her makeup, even using an extra dark, thick application of eyeliner. She usually went for more subtle warm colors. They matched her tan skin tone better. But, tonight, she had bold, dark makeup, complete with varying shades of purple and blue eye shadows, and dark purple lipstick.

Torren was glad that she decided to match Ivar’s clothes this evening. The swim trunks and smoking jacket he wore would compliment her beautifully. She wanted everyone to know that they dressed alike, the way real couples do. If he was going for less is more, so would she.

She settled on black leather chaps that tied up on the sides, and tight blue boy shorts that left the bottom half of her ass cheeks exposed. The blue shorts brought out the blue swirls in his trunks; she knew he'd appreciate that touch. Her top was a blue bandanna that she wore as a halter with a short black leather jacket with tassels on the sleeves. 

They screamed “couple” in her eyes.

Completely satisfied with how she looked, Torren locked the door to her motel room and started down the hall. She deliberately stopped by the window and peered through the partially opened blinds of the people staying next door to her. She knocked on the window to get the attention of the young couple inside. Judging from their appearance, they were too strung out to know who she was, or that it was her music that they constantly banged on the wall about. She didn’t care. She still flipped them off before making her way to the stairs. 

Reaching her hand through the busted window of the blue Ford Taurus to unlock the door from the inside. Torren slid into the driver's seat and leaned over to find the two cords that she had pulled out from under the steering column when she stole the car. Flicking the cords together, she listened as the engine reluctantly turned over.

She put the car in reverse, looked in the rear-view mirror at her makeup, then pulled out of the spot. As she turned onto the road leading to the highway, she listened to the knocks, bumps, and hisses that her car made. There wasn't time to do much about it now; not when she was on her way to get her man. But, she made a mental note to do something about it later in the week. The only thing she could do was turn the music up louder to drown out the car noise.

Truthfully, she should have stolen a better car than the piece of shit Taurus that she found in the parking lot of the Quickie Mart while driving through Tulsa, Oklahoma. There were plenty of better cars there to choose from but no one would have wanted to take this one. It was so sad looking that she took pity on it. She had been doing the owner of this crap car a favor, by taking it off of their hands. 

The car was truly fucked. The oil light stayed on, and it drank gas like her mother drank liquor. The car had protested every inch of the ride across the three states that she traveled through in one day. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before that piece of shit breathed its last breath.

She needed to get gas again, but fuck that car. She had already refueled four times since she stole it. Gas wasn't cheap and she wasn't putting another dime in that gas guzzler. Speaking of money, she made a mental note to steal another credit card. It would only be a matter of time before the owner of the one that was tucked snugly between her left breast and strapless bra, would eventually realize that it had been lifted from the table in the diner, and canceled.

Laptop, butt bleaching, car, credit card, and more eyeliner from Walgreen's…her To-Do list was growing. She really needed to take some time off and take care of the necessities. Not tonight, though. She had other things to do. She couldn't do anything else, right now, but get to her man. Besides, once Lothbrok was by her side, he would help her remember all the things she needed to do.

As she came off of the highway exit smoke started billowing out from the engine. It backed up through the exhaust system, and came through the vents, inside the cabin. It was ironic – the air-conditioning vents in the car didn't work, but they seemed to work well enough to clog the inside of the car up with thick white smoke. She drove a few more miles before the smoke was so thick that she could no longer see. As she pulled the car over to the graveled shoulder of the road, the car knocked and shook, before it finally cut off.

Just her fucking luck.

She reached under the dash to flick the cords against each other again, trying to force the ignition to catch again, but it wouldn't. The engine had nothing left to give her. "Fuck Murphy and fuck his fucking law," she said calmly as she pulled the hood release.

She opened the car door, taking care to place both black, platform boots on the ground before lifting her backside from the seat. Placing her sunglasses on her eyes, she walked with one foot in front of the other to the front of the Taurus and placed her hand on the hood. It was hot, but not so hot that she couldn't feel under the front of the lever.

As she lifted the heavy metal hood and placed the rod in the slot to hold it in place, Torren let the smoke from the engine engulf her. It was quite a head rush breathing in the thick engine smoke through her nose, and exhaling it from her mouth. She patiently waited for the smoke to thin out before she bent, at the waist, over the engine. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she knew that someone would see her looking over the engine and stop to help her.

Now, if only someone would actually come down this dark stretch of road, she could be back on her way to Ivar.

It didn't take long before a pair of headlights rounded the bend of the road, just off to her right. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she accentuated the leather, chaps against her hips, and lifted her ass higher in the air, to catch the driver's attention. She couldn't help but smirk when she heard the tires of a large vehicle turn onto the graveled pavement in front of where she broke down. She didn't turn to face the car or the driver. She didn't care who they were or what they looked like. She had an appointment to keep and this pit stop was fucking up her timetable.

"You need some help?" A deep voice asked as its owner approached her.

Torren took a moment to peer around the hood, noticing that there were no other cars around. "Broke down," she answered, continuing to bear her weight from one hip to the other. She placed her hands on the metal frame of the car, arched her back, and looked at the man over her shoulder. "You know something about cars?"

"Yeah," he replied, moving around to her side, looking at her, and not the smoky engine.

She gave him half a smile, as she noticed him notice her. "You a mechanic or something?" She asked standing up. She rubbed her hands together to remove some of the visible engine soot while considering the guy in front of her. He was about 6 feet tall with a moderate build. He was dressed in blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and Timberland boots. He didn't look like he was more than 25 years old. Judging from the way he was looking at her and from the ring on his left hand, he wasn't too worried about her car, or his wife, for that matter.

"Nah, not a mechanic, but I work on my own car... in my spare time." He smiled when she did. She was gorgeous, in that slutty kind of way. She wouldn't be dressed like that and leaning over the hood of a car if she wasn't looking to have some fun. "Lemme take a look at it."

Did he work on his car? Hopefully, that meant that his ran better than hers did.

Torren moved over to the side and let him take the position under the hood. "I'll be right back," he explained before walking over to the bed of his F150.

Grabbing a flashlight from the trunk, he took a second to admire the view of her, from behind. If he could get her car moving again, she would hopefully follow him to this cheap motel he knew that was just up the highway.

He leaned in close, taking a whiff of her hair, "You overheated…want to check the coolant level."

She had heard him say something else but she had stopped listening; she was too busy watching the street. "You want me to try to start it?" she asked, removing her sunglasses before making her way to the driver's door. She wasn't sure if he answered or not. She had no intention of driving the Taurus again, even if he could get it started. She just needed to get something out of the car.

She slid into the seat and reached down on the floor. She found the hard metal object on the floor of the passenger's side and gripped it tightly. As she walked back around to the front of the car, she heard him talking, presumably about the car, or maybe he was asking her out. Who the fuck knows? She was on a tight schedule and all of his chatting was holding her up. She stood by the side of the hood, looking at the angle he was leaning over the hood. Quickly, she lifted her arm, and with one powerful blow, she struck him in the head with the crowbar that she used to procure her now-defunct car.

Torren stood over his body, looking at him intensely. God, it felt good. The rush of knowing that one minute this dude was towering over her, and the next he was on the ground. She had dropped his ass. She was the one with the power.

 "Thanks," she said, digging her hand in his pocket to retrieve his cash, credit card, and the keys to his truck. She wiped the blood on the crowbar on his shirt before walking to her new mode of transportation.

Torren sat in the truck's driver's seat and turned on the engine. She had managed to cross two things off of her To-Do list without even planning to.

Thank God the truck had air conditioning. All this heat and humidity was bound to make her hair frizzy. She cranked the AC up as high as it would go and sat still for a moment enjoying the cool air. After a minute, she adjusted the seat and tilted the rearview mirror to look at herself. She was starting to sweat and her eyeliner was starting to run just a bit at the corners of her eyes. She dabbed at the black liner to even out the lines, and then pushed the mirror back to where she could see. Giving the area another once-over, she made sure that no one else had seen her interaction with that guy on the ground, before pulling out from the gravel and onto the paved street.

"Ugh!" Torren yelled. Chester Bradley, the printed name on the credit card, had shitty taste in music. She pushed the stereo button on the steering wheel to do a scan of the radio. Anything was better than country music. Once she found some trap music on the XM radio, she turned up the volume and pulled back onto the highway.

Part iii/

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Osborn’s 5✩ Inspiration: Sleepless Starry Sea [星海无眠] Date Translation (Prologue)

“So, are you covering my ears now because it's thundering in the exhibition hall?”

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I've heard many stories about the ocean, but I've never actually gone and understood the ocean.

And now, as I mulled over my new design that had "the ocean" as the theme, Osborn had suggested bringing me to the Oceanarium.

❖☆———————————★❖

Standing in front of the long, winding corridors, it was only then that I realized… that the very ocean had been slowly unravelled before our very eyes.

Clear and bright blue light encased the entire area as huge fishes swam past overhead. Their scales glinted faintly in the light, reflecting a multitude of colour down below. And beneath our feet was the ocean, deeper, darker…

My footsteps faltered as an instinctive terror gripped me. For a moment, I didn't quite know what to do.

Osborn: Why aren't you walking?

MC: Oh… The corridor's too attractive, so I'm walking slower because I want to look at it longer.

The corners of his lips curved upwards as he headed towards me.

Osborn: Sorry, but I can't wait for you.

He then smoothly took my hand, balled into a fist from my nervousness, into his own.

He tugged gently, dragging me alongside him as we traversed the deep sea together.

MC: Thanks.

Osborn: Mm.

Then, I felt his long, slender, fingers slide between my fingers, domineering and powerfully intertwining our hands together.

Osborn: I much prefer this method of showing gratitude.

MC: …...

I gripped back, feeling the warm response from his palm.

❖☆———————————★❖

It was only after I passed the transparent corridor that my "leisurely stroll through the sea" really started.

My vision became brighter as colourful tropical fishes endlessly swirled around. It was almost as if we'd been pulled into a fantasy; of the wondrous Oceans in Fairytales

MC: The colour schemes of these tropical fish are really bold…

MC: Looks like I won't be going back empty-handed this time!

A faint smile played at the corner of his lips as he turned around to ruffle my hair.

Osborn: I hope the same goes for me too.

Before I could react, Osborn tugged me along, moving deeper into the depths of the oceanarium.

After a while, we strolled into a vast, open and bright area.

The ceiling in this area was inlaid with a huge transparent sheet of glass. The afternoon light shone in, spilling into the waters. There were a couple of huge fishes leisurely “lying” at the surface, basking in the rays of the sun.

MC: Fishes sun tan? But this one’s so huge and it looks really strange… What kind of fish is this?

Puzzled, I suddenly noticed the explanatory board that was partially obscured in the dark.

MC: Lemme see… this fish is called Hoo-

The words “Hoodwinker” came into view. I jolted, subconsciously letting go of Osborn’s hand as I darted in front of the explanation display board, physically blocking it.

MC: H-Headfish! This fish can play cat's cradle; can you believe it? Aha, it's really amazing!

Osborn raised his now empty hands, arched an eyebrow, and looked at me with a playful expression.

Osborn: It's pretty amazing, yes.

MC: Haha, there's nothing worth looking at here. How about we go somewhere else?

Osborn: Not gonna wait for this fish to do some cat's cradle thing for us?

MC: No need. What's so nice about watching a fish play cat's cradle? I'll do it for you next time if you want to see it that badly!

Brushing it off with a laugh, I pushed Osborn into another direction, unable to help feeling a little miffed.

MC: Why’s this fish called “Hoodwinker” of all things? Osborn has a competition tomorrow; that’s way too inauspicious!

In order to prevent Osborn from noticing anything amiss, I could only do one thing: Keep “self-sacrificing” till I divert his attention elsewhere… I purposely stepped on his shoelaces, telling him that fishes were flying above as I held onto the explanation display board, feigning dizziness.

My acting was clearly over the top and forced, but fortunately enough, Osborn didn’t seem all too interested in the “Headfish”, so everything proceeded smoothly enough.

We were just about to leave this area for good when a little boy suddenly exclaimed from behind.

Kid In Passing:  Mommy! This fish has such a weird name! Hood-

MC: Wait a minute-!

❖☆———————————★❖

A cacophony of alarm bells went off in my head! As quick as wildfire, I quickly rushed before Osborn,  jumped up, and tugged him downwards by the neck

Osborn was pulled down, his frame bent over mine in surprise as he was caught off-guard, my hands tightly pressed against his faintly red ears.

Osborn: …!?

It wasn’t till the little boy walked off with his mother that I slowly lightened up.

Osborn: You…

Raising my eyes, I collided with the depths of Osborn's clear and bright orbs.

He stared at me for a fleeting moment, his warm breath hitting the top of my nose, brushing against my cheeks in a ticklish manner.

I blushed, attempting to withdraw my hands that were still covering his ears, only for him to hold it firmly back down.

Osborn: So, are you covering my ears now because it's thundering in the exhibition hall?

❖☆———————————★❖

MC: Y-Yes! How smart!

MC: The equipment up in the broadcasting room collapsed earlier! It sounded way more terrifying than thunder, it frightened me...*Coughs*

The words came out in such a rush that I accidentally choked on them.

Osborn chuckled, helping me pat my back before taking out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewing it before handing it to me.

Osborn: Have a drink. No rush.

Osborn: Must be hard putting up an act the entire way through, no?

MC: ...Huh!?

As I looked at him in astonishment, Osborn held my shoulder and turned me to face the other side.

Osborn: Look.

I glanced in the direction he was pointing at.

There was a lazy hoodwinker basking leisurely in the sun in one of the glass tanks of the exhibition area.

MC: Oh! It's a Hood...

Osborn: Yeah. Hoodwinker.

Osborn: But you can always call it a “Sunfish” if you don’t like the name that’s been put onto the display board.

MC: You…

Osborn: D'you think I'm similar to that dumb-looking fish?

MC: Of course not!

Osborn: Then, what are you so panicky about?

Osborn raised his fingers and gently flicked them against my forehead.

Osborn: There's no need to let your thoughts run wild. The one standing here right next to you now is none other than Osborn himself.

Rubbing my head, I stared at his usual devilish smile in slight disbelief.

MC: You already knew what it was called?

Looking at the unfazed smile on his face, I then realized that all my blatant efforts to cover it up were all for nought, and that I must have looked exceedingly stupid in his eyes.

MC: If you already knew it, then why didn't you tell me?

Osborn: Because…

Osborn: Letting you be all considerate about me like that feels rather nice.

The magnetic and deliberately lowered tone of his voice graced my ears, and I could suddenly feel my heartbeat pick up.

Osborn: Shall we continue?

Osborn instantly took my hand into his again, and the previous embarrassment I felt melted away, giving way to the faintly growing sweetness that started to well up from the bottom of my heart.

Where do I want to go next?

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

✥ Choose your Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 + 3 | Choice: Approach [亲近] ⊹Touch⊹

END 4 | Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

END 5 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ★Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Freedom⊹ —————★❖

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Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Chapter 10 - XOXO, Gossip Girl

[ DS ]

“Man, I thought our staff meeting was never going to end, I was boored out of my mind while Principal Skinner droned oon and oooon about the importance of having the kid’s desks and chairs at the perfect heights!” Sarah pours herself another glass and passes the bottle to Holly, who agrees wholeheartedly.

“I know, how long can a freaking staff meeting take, everyone’s life flashed before my eyes, I thought I was gonna die in that meeting!” I grab the bottle from Holly and refill my glass.

“Yeah, when he started going over the fire hazards, that haven’t changed in the four year’s we’ve been teaching there, mind you, I was about ready to strangle him with my lanyard!”

“It wasn’t that bad guys, you’re being dramatic. I think he made some interesting points in his speech about classroom safety – seems like you’re going to need it with yours, S!” Alex, always the voice of reason, hands out seconds of our clam chowder.

“I know”, Sarah replies, “The first year’s always a clumsy bunch. On Wednesday one of mine, Felix, he managed to skin both his knees and his hands pretty badly. Poor kid, had to be picked up by his dad!”. Suddenly, the bowl of soup in front of me seems like the most interesting thing in the world and I push bits of clam around with my spoon quietly.

Sarah continues with her story: “He’s a cute kid though, very bright and I can tell he’s good with observing other people, judging their emotions, you know? And get this, I get such a kick out of this: His name’s Felix, yeah? and his dad’s name is Fox. Fox and Felix, how cute is that? I love it! And hoo boy, his dad is. A fox, I mean. He’s devastatingly handsome and so charming!”

Holly whistles through her teeth. “Oooh an interesting turn of events, so much better than complaining about the staff meeting!” At the mention of Felix’s dad, a blush creeps onto my cheeks and I continue to silently stare into my soup. Sarah’s right, of course, and my arm tingles again as I remember the encounter. The elephant on my chest is making an encore performance as well.

“You do realize that that’s a pretty inappropriate topic of conversation we’re having, right?”. Alex gives Sarah and Holly her patented raised-eyebrows, no-nonsense look, which makes Holly giggle.

“Great job at sucking out the fun of a conversation, Alexandra!” Meanwhile, I’m tracing figure-eight swirls into my chowder with my spoon, still not contributing to the conversation, praying to God they won’t notice.

“Of course, he’s off-limits to me as one of my student’s dad but I’m sure he’ll be a hit with the moms, single or not.” Holly goes along with her around a spoonful of soup.

“That’s for sure, I’d be surprised if they haven’t roped him into helping out with every. single. function they have planned this year!” Grinning, she turns her attention to me. “Hey Silent Bob, you’ve been awfully quiet over there, what gives?”

‘Oh shit.’

“You’ve met him D, when he came to pick up his son, haven’t you? Back me up over here!”

“Uh huh…yea…” I mumble into my soup, trying my hardest to hide my flaming cheeks.

Holly frowns at me, cocking her head to her side. Sarah shoots the others a confused look. I swallow thickly around a clam, my throat so tight I can feel it pass all the way down to my stomach.

Alex covers my clammy hand with hers. “Are you alright, D?” I can’t even recognize my own voice when I squeak out a high-pitched “Ya, sure…” and a nervous laugh escapes my lips. I feel pathetic.

Sarah’s eyes widen and she gasps, realization dawning: “YOU LIKE HIM!” I want to dig myself a hole right then and there and crawl into it to die. Damn my Irish complexion for betraying me in a moment of need.

I raise my eyes from my soup and look around at their faces. Sarah’s still in shock and stares at me, Holly is wearing an huge grin of unadulterated glee and Alex just looks at me over her glass with a thoughtful expression on her face, waiting for me to continue. “Yeah, maybe I do…” I sigh miserably and shrug my shoulders, swirling the wine around in my glass.

Holly claps her hands together excitedly, startling the rest of us. “Oh Lordy this is gooood stuff, a budding romance graces the sorrow halls of Plymouth Elementary!”. I frown at her exuberance and Sarah wakes from her stupor.

“I know right? Finally, someone to charm that little rainbow skirt right off of D and I think he’d be the perfect candidate to do just that! His little mini-me is already permanently attached to your side at recess, I saw!” The mention of Felix makes me slide down in my chair just a little bit more and I look down into my bowl, embarrassed.

Alex sets down her glass slowly. “Why the long face, D?”

“Well… you do know that this child must have a mother around, as well, don’t you?” I whisper into my spoonful of soup.

Alex nods solemnly but Sarah pipes up immediately: “I think I can help with that. I only ever saw his dad pick him up, except for today, when his mother did. So like the Curious George that I am, I went to admin and looked at his file – I know, I know, I’m too nosey for my own good – his dad is listed as a sole custodial parent.” She looks pleased with herself. A little glimmer of hope settles in the pit of my stomach at her words, he’s a single parent!

“Still, from what I hear from S, the little guy is already pretty attached to you and he’d be caught right in the line of fire when things go south. He’s already been through a divorce, girls.” At Alex’s words, the little glimmer dies an untimely death.

“A, nothing has started yet and you’re already talking about things going south, you’re ruining all the romance!”

As always, Sarah agrees with Holly. “You’re always so unromantic, Alexandra, let her live a little, she deserves whatever it is that’s about to start!”

They’re trying to get a raise out of Alex, but I’m willing to bet that she won’t budge on this. “It’s not about that and you know it. I wish D all the happiness in the world but there’s a kid here, a kid who’s already been through so much and more importantly, who is already somewhat attached. Think about him for a second before you start up anything.” Before the others can start their counter-argument, I interject.

“Guys! Stop! She’s right! Nothing is ever going to start. Besides Felix, you know how small our town is! People talk. And that talk might very well cost me my reputation andmy job!” It’s a pretty lame excuse, but I can’t tell them that I’m completely overwhelmed by my feelings and the whole situation. Overwhelmed and terrified.

Sarah refills our glasses with the rest of the wine. “Are you kidding me, D? You finally stumble across a guy you like and you’re going to pine for him from afar because you’re afraid the town folk are going to dust off the torches and pitchforks?”

I shift in my seat, uncomfortable. “Can we talk about something else? Please?”

“Que será, será, chicas.,” Holly sings under her breath.

Whatever will be, will be.

[absolutehysteria]

I was tagged by @sergeanthopeless and I love any excuse to promote my stuff so...here we are :fingerguns:

what’s your all time favourite ship?

I'm going to pick my favorite from each fandom I'm in which is to say, I have two all-time favorite ships and those are Rufti (Rufus/Tifa) and Setleth (Seteth/f!Byleth)

how many works do you have on AO3?

21

what’s your total AO3 word count?

62,763

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. I'll Stop The World and Melt With You (Setleth)

2. A Sense of Unease (Setleth) (collab w/ @rhapsodies-in-blue)

3. Vision of Love (Setleth)

4. Junon Interlude (Rufti)

5. Sanctuary (Setleth)

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hoo boy. I think I have to go with this bad boy:

Truth Hurts (Setleth)

what’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Um. Most of them have "the happiest ending" so I'm gonna go with "fluffiest" and say:

His Favorite Gift (Dimimari) (gotcha! you thought it was gonna be Setleth, huh?)

do you write crossovers?

Yes! I mean, kinda? Does writing for Dissida: Final Fantasy count? Because that's just one big Final Fantasy crossover.

I'm gonna say it counts and promote this collab I did with my friend Motchi:

The Dissidia Artistic Management Bureau

have you ever received hate on a fic?

No

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I did, once upon a time. Now, I've gotten weird about it. (Don't ask) I just deleted the two smut fics I ever did.

Also, what do you mean by "what kind"? Like kinks?

I'll still read smut though but I can be kinda picky.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so?

have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of. My friend found one of hers translated into Russian. Kinda neat, huh?

have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! A Sense of Unease and The Dissidia Artistic Management Bureau

what are your writing strengths?

Um. I feel I'm pretty good with beginnings and introspection and pulling out things from characters that maybe others hadn't thought of before

what are your writing weaknesses?

Yo, I suck at endings. By the time I get there, I'm so over it so I tend to end up rushing it. Also, descriptions. I can't imagine shit on my own. You expect me to describe things for you? No. That's why I write fanfic. You already know what shit looks like if you played the game.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Cool, I guess? I don't because I don't know enough of another language to write in it. Hell, I barely know english!

what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

FF7

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written this year?

A New Gambit (Setleth)

I'm weirdly proud of this fic. It's fun. It's sweet. It's got a couple twists and turns. And I think it's funny? I dunno. You tell me! Go! Read it now! Tell me how amazing it is! (no, serious. I could use some validation)

Tagging:

I'm weird about tagging folks in stuff (and the person that tagged me tagged the only others I would have tagged lol) So if you wanna do this and tag me to say you got it from me, go for it

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

Every Hour Has Come to This

every hour has come to this by in need of a nap

Everyone has soulmarks. Platonic, romantic, sometimes even parental and child. Normally, though, people have only one or two of each.

Can someone please explain to Shouta why he has more than ten Soulchildren that he needs to find?

Words: 951, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of a thousand years

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki Shouto, Eri, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Asui Tsuyu, Tokoyami Fumikage, Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Hatsume Mei, Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Kouda Kouji, Shouji Mezou, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi/Todoroki Shouto, Asui Tsuyu/Tokoyami Fumikage, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Hatsume Mei/Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta, Kouda Kouji/Shouji Mezou, Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Eri, Established Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Training Shinsou Hitoshi, Mentor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Deaf Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Protective Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic is a Dork, holy smoly i can be weird in the tags again, WHOO HOO THIS IS THE BEST, Prepare for Dadzawa, because i have daddy issues, and Aizawa seems like he would be a good dad, Class 1-A Shenanigans, Class 1-A as Family, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Protective Class 1-A, Class 1-A Needs a Hug, i think Tokoyami/Tsuyu is really cute sue me, Aizawa really said 'screw you he's mine now' to Endeavor huh, class 1-a loves their hobo dad and his cockatiel husband, don't hurt Aizawa's kids he will come after you, if Aizawa doesn't like your parenting techniques, sorry but your child is his now, seeing Dadzawa take care of his kids, strokes a very sensitive part of my soul, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, Family Bonding, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, i really don't want to do all of these tags, but this is my baby at the moment, and i want everyone to see, even though i think it's kind of bad, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Hisashi's Bad Parenting, Protective Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Cute Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto is a Dork, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Protective Todoroki Shouto, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopts Eri, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, i'm loving all of the familial love i have planned, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, Insomniac Shinsou Hitoshi, BAMF Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi Needs a Hug, Asui Tsuyu is a Good Friend, Trans Asui Tsuyu, BAMF Asui Tsuyu, Asui Tsuyu Needs a Hug, Protective Asui Tsuyu, BAMF Tokoyami Fumikage, Pansexual Tokoyami Fumikage, Cute Dark Shadow, Dark Shadow is a Little Shit, Wingman Dark Shadow, Bisexual Midoriya Izuku, Bisexual Disaster Midoriya Izuku, Gay Todoroki Shouto, Gay Disaster Todoroki Shouto, Pansexual Shinsou Hitoshi, Bisexual Asui Tsuyu, Minor Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, they break up on good terms tho so they're coolio, Ashido Mina is a Good Friend, Lesbian Ashido Mina, Wingman Ashido Mina, Protective Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako is a Good Friend, BAMF Uraraka Ochako, Protective Uraraka Ochako, Cute Uraraka Ochako, Bisexual Uraraka Ochako, Supportive Uraraka Ochako, BAMF Hatsume Mei, Chaotic Hatsume Mei, Hatsume Mei is a Good Friend, Genius Hatsume Mei, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku are Best Friends, Protective Hatsume Mei, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku Friendship, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Dork, Angry Bakugou Katsuki, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, except for when he was a kid, he was a complete brat but this Izuku has a bit more of a spine, so he doesn't take any of Kacchan's shit, his mother taught him well, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, BAMF Midoriya Inko, Protective Midoriya Inko, Supportive Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Inko Needs a Hug, Iida Tenya is a Good Friend, Oblivious Iida Tenya, Protective Iida Tenya, Asexual Iida Tenya, Gay Bakugou Katsuki, Gay Kirishima Eijirou, Gay Disaster Kirishima Eijirou, Bisexual Disaster Kaminari Denki, Bisexual Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki is a Dork, Kaminari Denki is a Good Friend, Kaminari Denki Has ADHD, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, Pining Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Midoriya Izuku is a Nerd, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, there's so many tags i cry, rest assured that i'm screaming on the inside, and possibly on the outside but who the hell knows, Sero Hanta is a Good Friend, Sero Hanta is a Dork, Bisexual Sero Hanta, Protective Sero Hanta, Latino Sero Hanta, Kouda Kouji Needs a Hug, Protective Kouda Kouji, Selectively Mute Kouda Kouji, Nonbinary Kouda Kouji, Shy Kouda Kouji, Kouda Kouji is a Ray of Sunshine, Kouda is Pure Boi and 1-a will throw hands if you hurt him, 1-a will throw hands if you hurt any of their own, and i'm living for it, Shouji Mezou Needs a Hug, all of them need a gotdam hug, Protective Shouji Mezou, Shouji Mezou is a Good Friend, Asexual Shouji Mezou, Shouji Mezou is a Good Significant Other, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Friendship, i just want them to be friends alright?, and anything i say in this fic goes so screw you, it's just a wall of tags at this point and my fingers hurt, Hagakure Tooru Needs a Hug, Hagakure Tooru is a Little Shit, Protective Hagakure Tooru, Hagakure Tooru is a Good Friend, BAMF Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou is a Dork, Kirishima Eijirou Needs a Hug, Cute Kirishima Eijirou, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou, is that it? i hope that's it, LET ME KNOW if i need to add any tags, THAT INCLUDES WARNINGS THAT I'VE MISSED, OR THERE'S JUST A FUNNY BUT RELEVENT TAG THAT YOU WANT ME TO ADD, Gay Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bisexual Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Gay Disaster Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bisexual Disaster Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Adopted Eri, Cute Eri

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31240076

[centerofreality]

Could I get some general headcanons for kiyru and majima with male S/O? (If your not comfortable writing this then I understand)

It’s all good! I apologize for the wait, and I hope this is up to your standards!

Warning. May Include: Homophobia, Possible OOC Kiryu and Majima

General Kiryu and Majima with Male S/O HCs

Kiryu:

The man never knew that he would have a male lover so it was definitely a surprise for him when he started dating you

At first, he’d be so confused with himself. He doesn’t have some experience with dating nor liking a guy so you may have to reassure him and answer his questions

Before you started dating, he suddenly approached you, with a weird look on his face. “Kiryu? What’s wrong?” “Y/N... Is it normal to like both women and men?”

Eventually, with your help, he’ll learn more about his sexuality and starts to feel relaxed about it

“You’re attracted to both men and women, so you’re a bisexual!”

“Bisexual, huh? Are other people like that as well?”

“It depends on the person. Sometimes they’re sexually or romantically attracted to any gender or no one at all.”

“I see... Thank you, Y/N.” *goes to confess to you the following days*

Now, we all know he never judges someone by their sexual orientation and he wholeheartedly supports them so if ever you want to wear feminine clothing, go for it! He loves anything you wear!

He’ll glare at anyone who even talks or looks at you wrong, he knows there are many people who wouldn’t approve of your relationship but with a mean look and maybe even a fist if they’re that rude, they’ll change their mind and leave you both alone. Don’t worry, Y/N, he’ll love you no matter what anyone says.

Homophobes break the lines sometimes with their words and actions so Kiryu suggests that the two of you keep it lowkey in order not to let anyone know. Whenever he sees your dejected face as you walk together in public, he’s disappointed in himself that he can’t give you the affection that you want even if you reassure him it’s okay.

In public, both of you act like close friends but in private, hoo boy, that’s always when the both of you give and receive affection, especially hugs!!

He gives the best hugs. It’s the type of hug that makes you feel safe and warm like you could stay there forever. You’d often get back hugs often whenever it’s night or whenever the two of you cook together

Whenever he looks at you- he won’t realize it-, but he always seems to look at you with affection. If you ever ask him what he was looking at, he’ll quickly change the subject

If you don’t approve of him smoking, he’ll try and stop as much as he can but if you do, he’d occasionally offer one to you whenever things get too tough

Teasing is a good way for you to get him flustered but do it too much and he might get smug and tease you back

“Heyy, how’s the most perfect person in the world doing?”

“I don’t know, how are you?”

*Cue you staring at him while he adjusts his outfit with a smirk*

Chances are, you’d meet Rina and be great friends with her! She’d joke that you two both go at a club to look at other men and women, and suggested that in your birthday, Kiryu act as a host for you

Kiryu grumbled that he wouldn’t do it but watch him ask Kazuki and Yuma for a favor when your birthday’s near-

With you being his boyfriend, Kiryu would get way more confident with destroying gender norms.

He’d use his new knowledge whenever a kid or an oblivious teen ask about their sexuality, you’d be so proud of your mans. He’d be so supportive of the kids.

When you think low of yourself or that you feel like you have to stop being emotional because you were told to, Kiryu would hug you tight and give you a kiss in the forehead and give you words of encouragement

“I’m proud of you, you know that?”

“You’re really strong but you don’t need to be that way forever. You can act weak around me when it gets too rough for you. I’ll protect you no matter what.”

“You don’t have to care about what they think. You’re you and no one can change that.”

“I’m glad that I got to meet you.”

He doesn’t usually say ‘I love you’ but he shows it through his actions and his words

If you don’t want any words of comfort, he’ll silently hug and rub your back. It doesn’t matter if you need to stay in that position for a whole day, he’ll always be there in your time of need.

Majima:

Now this man, this man knows his sexuality and embraces it fully

No one would even DARE to look at you the wrong way. You’re the boyfriend of Goro Majima, Mad Dog of Shimano, and Patriarch of his own family. What are the homophobes going to do? Insult you? Not a chance.

If some rookies in his own family are insulting you for being gay, they’d be leaving with broken bones, or worse.

He would simply not care about what other people would think but he does care about you, so if you want him to not add any people in his list of “Homophobic Assholes To Hurt Badly”, he’ll consider it.

You’d be in all sorts of shenanigans with him if you want to tag along. Majima’s happy for you to join him on annoying Kiryu. Just.. stay out of their range whenever they fight, okay? He wouldn’t know what he’d do if you get hurt because of him.

You’re the only one that can calm Majima down immediately. The Majima Family respects you a lot and Nishida thinks you’re an absolute godsend.

Imagine, you’d be buying something around Kamurocho and a group of scary yakuza men approaches you and then they’d immediately bow and meekly ask you to help them.

You sigh, “What did Majima do this time?”

The power you have is limitless, Y/N.

Not only are you the one who can calm him down but you’d also be one of the only people to see him out of his Mad-Dog persona.

You’d immediately notice because how he talks is way more..softer and he’s far more relaxed. He seems so gentle around you that you almost forgot he’s the one who hid under a traffic cone for several hours to fight Kiryu.

Majima trusts you a lot so he’d tell you about his past, about his brother, and how he lost his eye while you tell yours. It feels refreshing for the both of you and your relationship goes on a deeper level. Majima feels like he can really be himself around you.

If you feel sad, Majima would do all means of cheering you up. He’d go from suggesting the both of you eat something to pole dancing just to cheer you up.

He’ll definitely reassure you when you’re insecure with anything!

“Babe, you look hot every day! But if you want, we can go shopping! I found some matching outfits we can go both wear! Then we’d look hotter together!”

He’d sometimes be jealous but play it off by being teasing

“Who wouldn’t take an attraction to my man?”

At times, he’d show you self-defense but expect him to flirt with you during it, you can call him Majima-Sensei~

He’d admit that he doesn’t want you to be involved with yakuza business and he’s scared that you might get killed. His carefree persona might fend off several people but his persona can only go so far

Your dates would actually be simple and casual. Most of the time you would spend it at the batting cages. If you don’t know how to play baseball, Majima would teach you! May or may not be the time where you both stared into each other’s eyes and had a passionate kiss-

Overall, your relationship with him would be both fun, you won’t have to worry about anyone because he’s there. He’s both your best friend and your boyfriend that’s willing to sacrifice himself for you

As Majima smokes a cigar, he looks at you and says, “I know it feels draining to be with me sometimes, babe. I understand if you need space.”

You smile at him and for a moment, he was caught off-guard.

“With you? Never.”