#just ‘michi he’s coming this way how’s my hair!?’

[ace-avian]

I think Mystreet S4 could have been inherently funnier if instead of Ein controlled or not having a weird thing for Aphmau if he was just obsessed with Aaron-

Like- imagine being Michi trying to flirt with Ein while he’s obsessing over this stupid dumb strong wolf man.

They could have Batman and joker type shit- but LEGO Batman and joker- I think I would have loved s4 so much more if he was just wildly obsessed with that man.

[iovetecchou]

Pairings... Tachihara Michizou x Reader

Contains... fluff... banter, playful bickering, kisses, slight angst, with comfort! smut, friends to lovers, sharing a bed, soft sex, consent!

AFAB Reader.

2,905 words.

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" Tachihara scoffed. You and your coworker, Tachihara were hauled up on this bullshit mission. It had already been two days since you both got sent out. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong did.

"We'll take it. Yeah, yeah... you have a nice night too." You took a quick glance at the passenger side of the car where Tachihara resided. "Well, should I keep driving to this hotel, or is it a bust?" You questioned. Averting your gaze back onto the road ahead. He let out a short sigh before he spoke up.

"Oh, we got it alright. There's just one small fuck-up. The room only has one bed. There's no way in hell I'm sleeping on the floor again." Tachihara averted his gaze. Glancing out the window as he muttered under his breath. Your face flushed slightly at his clarification. You... and Tachihara were going to share a bed tonight?

You see, this wouldn't be a problem in the slightest if you were just regular comrades. But... you weren't. You've been by Tachihara's side ever since you were kids. He always stuck up for you and kept you safe. Then when he got established into the Hunting Dogs, you followed in tow. You felt the need to protect him and keep him safe too. That's why you followed him blindly through anything and everything. 

He was your whole world. You both had no one else you could fully trust in this fucked up world besides each other. It was an unspoken thing. But... Tachihara knew how much he meant to you, and you knew how important you were to him as well. There was just one last, teeny tiny detail... 

You were undoubtedly, and irrevocably in love with him. 

As you pulled up to the hotel parking your crappy rental in the furthest corner of the lot, your nerves grew tenfold. You hid your feelings for Tachihara for all these years. You knew it was going to be extremely difficult to play it cool while lying beside him tonight. "Y/n, c'mon... I'm exhausted! Grab your things, chop chop!"

He teased, offering you a sly smile before he made his way to the front entrance of the shifty hotel. You took in a shaky breath before making your descent toward your inevitable impending doom.

You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you made your way through the crummy hotel room. "I call first dibs on the shower, y/n," Tachihara exclaimed. Ruffling your hair playfully before making his way over to the bed. He placed his small duffle atop the stiff mattress. Grabbing a change of clothing. You watched him intently before you unfortunately remembered-.

"Shit! Michi, I lost my duffle at that place we camped at last night. When our cover got blown." He scoffed, meeting your gaze before he stated,

"Are you shitting me? Y/n, this is my last clean shirt!" He waved the cotton tee in your direction to emphasize his point further.

"Well, excuse me for forgetting to grab my things mid-ambush! Would you have rather I gotten shot, hm?" You quipped out. Stomping in his direction. Now standing face to face with a semi-irritated Tachihara.

"Of course not… you idiot! Here, you take the shirt. But you're shit out of luck when it comes to underwear. There's no way in hell I'm giving you my last pair of clean boxers too! Then I'd be prancing around the joint naked… do you want that?"

Your chest blossomed with warmth at his words. Of course, you wanted to see that, but it's not like you'd admit to it! Tachihara examined your face as it grew a deeper shade of red as the seconds passed. He cleared his throat before he tossed his clean cotton shirt over your head. Making quick strides toward the restroom.

"I'll be quick, just don't snoop through all of my things while I'm gone, y/n, or I'll seriously be pissed!" He blurted out before he slammed the door behind him. You scoffed, pulling his shirt off of your head. Regaining your sense of sight. "What a jerk! Like I actually care to go through his things…" You thought out loud. Staring down at the article of clothing for a brief moment before letting out a deep sigh.

Tachihara, on the other hand, was a complete wreck on the other side of the bathroom door. His cheeks were flushed as his heart continued to pound against his chest. You got so shy the moment he mentioned being naked before you. He was only joking, but you looked so… flustered? Just what kind of reaction was that? This couldn't mean that you might actually… have feelings for him as well, right?

Tachihara had been crushing on you ever since you were kids. You were the first person to trust him completely. You cared about him and always made sure he was okay. After spending every waking moment with him since you were young, you knew Tachihara like the back of your hand… and that filled his chest with warmth beyond belief. You both had such a devotion to one another. It was unlike anything he's ever experienced in his whole life.

He wanted to be by your side and protect you always. But he was unsure how deep your love for him ran, and he'd rather die than admit his feelings to you. Only to find out it's one-sided.

"Alright, the bathroom is all yours now if you wanna-"

Tachihara's mind froze the second he saw you. You were sitting atop the bed, flipping through the channels on tv. That would have been fine and dandy any other time, but the only difference now was that you were wearing his shirt. Only... his shirt. Your bare legs are on full display for him. Causing warmth to bloom in his chest and tummy.

"It's alright, Michi. Too tired to shower, I'll take one in the morning." You said between a yawn. Climbing beneath the covers only moments later. Tachihara caught a quick glimpse of your panties as you lifted your legs to bury them under the covers. He averted his gaze so fast. The last thing he needed was a raging boner right before he got in bed with you. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable in any way.

He switched the light off before he made his way to the bed. "Scoot over, wouldya? You're hogging up the whole bed, y/n!" He chuckled, lifting the covers before lying flat on his back beside you. You both sat in comfortable silence for a few moments longer before Tachihara glanced over at you. You were shivering, rubbing your legs together for warmth from beneath the covers.

"Oi, y/n, c'mere. You're shaking." He reached out to you. Turning on his side and pulling you into his chest so you were now face to face. Your breath hitched as you felt his chest press up against yours. His strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You continued to shake in his embrace. "M' fine... it's nothing... you don't have to do all this if you don't want to..."

You muttered. Looking anywhere but up at Tachihara's face. The amber-haired man was slightly taken aback by your words. You were acting... strange. "Y/n what's up? You're not acting like your usual self." He whispered, bringing one of his hands up to your chin. Tilting your face up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Y/n what do you mean by 'i don't have to do this if I don't want to'? You can be so hard to read at times. I'll always look after you. You know this."

He moved his hand that cupped your chin up to your cheek. Caressing it gently as he waited for your response. "It's just... I don't want you to feel like you have to do these things for me... just because we're always with each other. You don't have to force it, really..." You said in a hushed tone. You sounded so defeated. It pulled at Tachihara's heartstrings.

"Y/n... you aren't forcing me to do anything. I love you. You know this. it's you and me against the world, remember?" He was firm in his declaration. Voice not wavering even for a second. Your heart was set ablaze the moment those three words slipped past his lips.

I love you.

You bit your lip in frustration. Drowning in the thick silence for a few moments more before you spoke up.

"But I think we love each other in different ways..." 

Tachihara halted his movements against your cheek. Letting what you just admitted sink in for a few moments more. "Y/n... what do you mean by that?" He held his breath awaiting your response. Trying his hardest to make out your expression beneath the stale, dark room.

You were tired of hiding. Exhausted from pretending you weren't completely in love with your best friend, Tachihara.

You took in one last shaky breath. Finally meeting his gaze amid the poorly lit room before you took that leap of faith.

"Michizou... I'm in love with you. Always have been."

Your words rang through Tachihara's ears. It felt as though time just stopped completely for him. Was he already dreaming? Or did you really just confess that you were in love with him? 

"Listen, I understand if you don't feel the same. But, I just thought you should know-."

Tachihara didn't give you another moment to finish your sentence. In an instant, his lips were against yours. He caressed your cheek gently as he poured all his love for you into your shared embrace. Your eyes were blown wide from the sudden affection. Was Tachihara... really kissing you right now? You had to pinch yourself from beneath the covers to make sure this was in fact real life. He pulled back for a moment, panting against your lips before he spoke up.

"Y/n... I've been in love with you ever since you came into my life, all those years back. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. I didn't want to lose you if you ended up not feeling the same way." 

Your body moved on its own. Tangling your arms around his neck before you pulled him in impossibly closer. You smashed your lips against his once more. Experimentally swiping your tongue across Tachihara's bottom lip. He took the hint almost instantly. Parting his lips further for you. You took his gesture as a sign for you to continue.

You unhooked your arms from around his neck, never once breaking the kiss. Your hands found their way to his midsection, tugging at his boxers gently. Tachihara pulled back from the kiss for a moment. Stopping your hands in their tracks. He peered down at you before he asked, "Y/n are you sure you want this?" You took in a deep breath, smiling to yourself before you spoke up.

"Michi, I've wanted this so badly, for so long. So please, I want to be closer to you, I need to feel you inside me."

The last of his resolve crumbled. In one swift motion, you were beneath him. Tachihara hovered right above your frame now as he craned his neck down. His lips found your neck, leaving small kisses from your jawline all the way down to the base of your throat. His hands made their way under his cotton t-shirt that still adorned your frame. Pushing the article of clothing all the way up your torso, before inevitability pulling it over your head.

Tachihara trailed his kisses further down in between the valley of your breasts. He attached his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it gently as you mewled out. "Fuck... Michi- so good..." Your words encouraged him further. His deft digits found their way to your other nub. He tweaked your nipple between his fingers, never once letting up on his movements against your other breast.

Tachihara's free hand found its way to your panty-clad pussy. His breath hitched as he ran a digit up the expanse of your cunt. The feeling of your arousal soaking through your panties made his cock twitch to life. "Shit... you're so wet. This all for me?" He couldn't help but tease a little. A bright smile found its way to his features as he awaited your response. Hooking his thumb under the waistband of your panties. Slowly tugging them down your exposed thighs.

"Yes, Michi... only you. Please, I need you so badly." You whined in frustration. Desperately begging for more pleasure. Your hands traveled further down his waist, moving past his torso as you palmed his stiff cock through his boxers. Tachihara cursed under his breath at the sudden friction. Grinding against your hand ever so slightly. "Fuck, baby... you have no clue the effect you have on me." Tachihara whispered. Letting his lithe digits explore the expanse of your bare pussy. He experimentally pushed one of his fingers inside your tight cunt. Fingering you gently as you writhed out in pleasure.

"Ah, so good... so fucking good Michi..." You whimpered, pushing yourself down on his finger that was now buried deep inside you. It was a silent plead for more. Tachihara took the hint, slowly adding one more finger inside your welcoming heat. He felt you twitching and pulsing around his fingers. Tachihara's head was spinning. His cock was throbbing with anticipation as he continued to plunge his deft digits into your needy cunt. Curling his fingers on the drag down each time.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Tachihara whispered, craning his head up to examine your blissed-out face. Your eyes met his amber ones in the dark before you babbled out, "Too fucking good, Michi- please fuck me. I need it so badly... I need you so badly." How could he ever deny you when you asked him so sweetly like that?

Tachihara wasted no time freeing his throbbing cock. He gently pulled his fingers out of your heat. You whined at the loss of his digits inside you, but that empty feeling only lasted a few moments. You took in a shaky breath as Tachihara lined his dick up to your entrance. He slowly pushed himself past the tight ring of your pussy. You both whined out as you finally became one.

You felt overwhelmed in the best way possible. You were completely embraced by your one and only love. You dreamt about this exact moment countless times, and the reality of the situation was far better than you could have ever expected. 

"F-Fuck, baby... you're squeezin' me so tight... feels so good," Tachihara grunted. Experimentally pulling his hips back before plunging back into your drooling pussy. You both whined out in unison. Your hands found their way to his face, and you slowly caressed his face. Thumbs gently played with his studded earrings before you spoke up once more. "More, please..."

Tachihara's ears were ringing. You sounded so precious when you asked him so sweetly for more the way you did. It made his head spin. Your wish was his command. Tachihara began delivering slow but deep thrusts into your pussy. He scored his bottom lip with his teeth at the intense feeling of your wet cunt squeezing around his dick so snugly. "Ah, you're so deep inside me, Michi. I can feel you stirring up my insides."

His cock throbbed from deep within you at your words. He was getting close, but he wanted to make you cum more than anything. In an instant, His one hand snaked between your bodies. Thumb found your clit as he began making quick precise circles against your bud. You moaned out at the delicious friction. All of your senses were overloaded by him, and you didn't mind it, not one bit. You felt your own orgasm steadily approaching. "Shit, baby... m' getting close... you just feel too fucking good. You're so perfect for me. I love you so much, y/n."

His words made your heart flutter, and your stomach swirled with warmth. "Michi, I'm gonna cum... kiss me- please!" You didn't have to ask him twice. In an instant, his lips were against yours. You shared a messy but passionate kiss as you came undone. You were pulsing and twitching around his cock harshly as you came. Prompting his own orgasm to wash over him. He moaned against your lips as the first ropes of his cum shot inside you.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure at the feeling of being filled up by your one and only Michizou. You felt his length twitch for a few moments more inside you before his hips stilled. He pulled away from the kiss slowly. A small string of saliva connected your lips as he panted harshly. "That was... amazing. You have no clue how long I've been dreaming of this moment." Tachihara admitted, smiling down at you brightly from within the dimly lit room. You couldn't help but return the gesture. Smiling up at him widely before you wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling him impossibly closer to your chest.

You began carding your fingers through the messy tufts of his amber locks. He sighed at the wonderful feeling of your fingernails grazing against his scalp before you spoke up.

"I love you more than anything, Michi. Forever and always."

This is for my lovely may flower! happy birthday, darling, I hope you're having a wonderful day and never forget how much I love you! @lovingbsd

[glassrowboat]

“you’re not fine, you’re trembling. let me help you, please.” Baizhu ofc. x reader or x whatever ship you feel like for him! Bonus points if he’s receiving this piece of dialogue rather than saying it 🫶

Scales of Time. Michi.

Author's note: I am not proud of this, but I wrote it so THERE. That's what matters! :) I can always write it again when my skills improve anyway.

Michi is she/they

Word count: 4100+

The market was the same as always, bustling even as the crowds were slowing down to a halt as shops started to close down. Vendors, just as always, were in a rush to pack up and head home for the day. Even the one Baizhu had just been visiting as the sign flipped to read closed the very moment he had been handed the exact amount of change.

Coins clinked against each other in his open palm as the vendor wished Baizhu a pleasant evening.

Many a passers-by echoed the sentiment as Baizhu strolled through Chihu Rock, all ranging from how good it was to see Liyue's best doctor out and about instead of being cooped up in the pharmacy to wishing he gets home safe. Many were patients Baizhu found himself smiling at and sharing their sentiments, telling them to rest well, and others were the last few straggling merchants trying to drag a customer in from the hustle and bustle Baizhu was making his way through.

Each step had the paper bag in his hand crinkling, only to sway back and forth like it hadn't just brushed against his leg. A pendulum to Changsheng's ever watching eyes as her head moved back and forth to watch it. No doubt she was already eagerly waiting to get back to Bubu pharmacy to partake in tonight's dinner he had picked up from the South Wharf.

“Patience.” Baizhu chastised.

“You say that, but I'm sure you're hungry too.”

“And I don't recall claiming otherwise.” Baizhu's fingers brushed along her head, scratching at the pearlescent scales even as Changsheng huffed in annoyance as he said: “but you need to wait a little longer.”

Even with his leisurely pace, Baizhu couldn't deny the smell was getting to him to, twisting his stomach.

“Qiqi won't even remember if we were to eat before her.”

“And Gui?” Baizhu asked.

“We could say we got caught up by some people. Or-” Changsheng's intense stare off with the bag finally ended as she looked up at the sky. Overcast clouds blocked out the sun, turning the once brilliant blue sky a dreary gray. “We were simply being cautious of the weather and decided to eat in the meantime.”

“It would be best to get indoors.” Baizhu found himself admitting as he looked up at the sky with a pinched brow.

Her other comment? Well, he could ignore that for now.

Another vendor called out to him, cutting off Changsheng from what she was about to say (no doubt another sassy retort) as they waved their hand in front of Baizhu's face. Umbrellas lined their stand, hanging from every string and piece of bamboo, keeping it together. Though, it still looked unstable as the bars kept the overhead canopy together tilted back and forth with each gentle breeze tickling his hair.

“Doctor Baizhu!” The vendor shouted even with Baizhu standing only two feet away from him. Clearly, Baizhu would have to check this man's hearing the next time he visited the pharmacy. “We're selling if you're interested? It's a buy one get one half off deal.”

Changsheng curled back into his neck from the loud voice as Baizhu shook his head. “No, I'm sure we'll make it back quite alright without one. Besides, I doubt it will rain just yet when the sky has been like this all day.”

From daybreak to now the sun hadn't peaked out once to shine light on a single soul's face. She must be shy today.

But oh, how wrong he was as Baizhu was now stuck under the red stairs lining Feiyun Slope's towering buildings. Some lanterns had already been lit, glowing a soft orange that barely rivaled the gloom of the downpour coming down.

The sounds of drumming came down endlessly as the concrete street quickly became dark and water pooled on the steps Baizhu was hiding under. With a drip, the pool spilled over and fell down onto his neck with a pitter patter.

Changsheng was busy hissing up at the puddle like it personally went out of its way to wrong her as Baizhu sighed at the predicament he found himself in.

The once bustling crowd seemed to disappear without so much a wet footprint once the rain had come down.

“You stranded us.”

“Hardly.” Baizhu breathed out, trying to keep his exasperation from creeping into his voice. “We're merely…taking a short rest. It is a rare occasion for us these days to sit and watch the day go by without having our hands busy. We are simply making up for that now, Changsheng.”

“And dinner's getting cold.”

“And we have a stove at home that could easily warm the food back up.”

She truly was in a mood today complaining about whatever she could. Usually, she would be whispering in Baizhu's ear about the latest gossip. Yesterday, it was about how Ying’er and her fling from Mondstadt were talking about their future together, including marriage. The day before that? Baizhu had been regaled with the entire situation involving Chaoxi and his two timing ways.

All Changsheng's words, of course, not his. A doctor couldn't possibly be caught gossiping about his patients, even if he found the drama entertaining.

Though it was always funny seeing Changsheng acting like an old woman desperate for her next soap opera.

Another drop of water landed on his back, startling Baizhu into standing up straight as can be as his head turned back to look at where the water was dripping down from.

Pitter patter.

“Do you think we can head back and get an umbrella?”

Baizhu replied: “I'm sure they have all been sold out by now.” Especially with how eager the vendor had been when Baizhu was passing by. Surely, they had gone out like hot cakes on a cool fall day.

“So we're stuck.” She groaned.

As soon as Baizhu hummed in confirmation, her eyes were back on the paper bag he sat down on the walk beside him. “Meaning we have no reason not to eat our orders to help pass the time?”

“Changsheng.”

With a grumble of something or another at his warning tone, Changsheng tucked herself back against his neck, settling herself in for what would likely be a long wait if the pounding of the rain was anything to go by.

The cold didn't do anything to help his aches either, slowly creeping in on his knees and elbows like bugs to stray bits of food left out in the open. Mindlessly, he rubbed at them, trying to find something to pass the time.

Pitter patter.

Baizhu was about to open his mouth, try to stir up conversation with Changsheng once again to keep him distracted from the chill in the air and the few lights dancing along the reflecting pools in the street only for his vision to be blocked by bright reds and oranges washing away the gray like the sun finally came out to say a quiet hello.

Shining her rays of warmth as poppies and dragonflies filled the sky.

They were painted on an umbrella, each brush stroke clearly done with as much love and care as the artist could manage as the wings seemed to almost come to life before his eyes that slowly dropped to meet the person holding it. And dropped a little lower as he realized the top of this stranger's head only reached his chin.

Their arm outstretched in an attempt at keeping him and Changsheng dry under their shared cover.

“You know, I may not understand Liyuean culture much, at least not yet, anyway, but I don't think getting caught in the rain is a part of it.”

There was a black painted smile on their face adorned by golden spiked piercings (ironically enough, they were snake bites), as she met his gaze.

For a moment, he was tempted to play along. To claim that: “actually, rain watching is an important tradition here. One we tend to take seriously so it ought to be honored properly,” but the way Changsheng tightened around his neck had Baizhu stopping short; forcing Baizhu to take the stranger in.

They certainly didn't look like she was from Liyue, only making her words about not being familiar with the customs here sink in like a foot in loose sand.

“Are you new to Liyue then, miss?” Baizhu asked.

“Michi. And yeah, I just got in about a…week ago? Something like that.”

Her hand smoothed out her dress, fiddling with it as she tried to wipe off nonexistent dust. It was a pale green color that had Baizhu wondering when his next visit to Chenyu Vale would be just to see the stillwater jade floating atop a pond. Ripples would alway float across the water every time a lily pad dared to move even the slightest bit sending the dragonflies flying off at the slightest disturbance, whooshing past him with little to no care even as they brushed past his cheek.

It was the image of home.

Right before the miasma started to creep in, Baizhu thought as his eyes flicked to her smile.

Pitter patter.

“Baizhu.” He offered in turn.

“Oh, I know.” They waved her hand dismissively. “You're a bit of a celebrity around these parts, or as much of one as a doctor can be….but tell me, do you have a hobby of rain watching, or are you just stuck here?”

Baizhu hummed softly, the timber causing Changsheng to peak out from her spot against his neck she had happily been curled up in. “As beneficial as watching the rain can be for relaxation, I'm afraid to admit I may have…”

“Misjudged the weather?” Michi asked.

Baizhu muttered a quiet yes as he looked back up at the umbrella she was holding above him. The painted bugs were easier to look at than the look Michi was sporting; it was far too obvious she was trying not to outright laugh at him.

“Happens to the best of us.”

With a nod, Baizhu said: “And always at the worst of times.”

“You can say that again.” Changsheng whispered in his ear as Michi took a step towards him and offered her arm out. Like she was expecting Baizhu to simply take it.

“Well, Doc, care to let me escort you out of this poor predicament you found yourself in?”

“Oh, I couldn't possibly-” Baizhu's hand moved from his elbow (the very one he had been massaging at while groaning about the cold) to Michi's arm, trying to encourage her to drop it back down to their side even as his fingers seemed to spark back to life, brushing away the cold like it never existed, as his skin touched hers. “I would hate to make you go out of your way.”

“‘Make me go out of my way’ you say? Maybe I just want to learn more about this pretty doctor I'm hearing everyone talking about.”

Changsheng chuckled in his ear as Baizhu's eyes snapped down to look at Michi as they called him pretty. He could almost hear the comments his companion had for him once the two of them were alone again; something along the lines of ‘trying not to be so obvious when he's flustered lest she need to cover for him again,’ was already playing in his head.

Baizhu's smile strained.

“That's too kind of you, really, but-”

“But?”

“I couldn't possibly bother you, miss, especially after only just meeting you. It certainly would reflect poorly-”

“Okay, we can do this whole back and forth thing for, like, ten minutes or you could just give in and let me walk you home.” Michi’s head cocked ever so slightly to the side, their brown hair tickling over her shoulders. “Unless you want to reenact a cheesy romance scene where it's raining and the two lovers are looking at each other longingly with hearts in their eyes?”

With a hand to her heart, Michi dramatically stated: “You’re not fine, you’re trembling from this pouring rain. Let me help you, please.”

“Are you always like this?” Changsheng asked, as straight to the point as ever.

“Yeah, basically.”

It took a moment for Michi to look back up at Changsheng who was happily wrapped around Baizhu's neck, the realization a snake had just talked slowly but surely settling in, only for them to mutter “this might as well happen.”

Certainly not the worst reaction he's ever seen, especially when she wasn't shrieking at him like the Traveler's little white-haired companion did.

Pitter patter.

“And if I were to turn your offer down, I suppose you will only insist once more?”

“You know it, Doc. But, I can go on about how you can't take care of Liyue if you don't let Liyue take care of you if that convinces you to play along.”

Baizhu hummed softly as he took in Michi’s tone. It was the same one he would use on stubborn patients who insisted there was no need to change their diet: completely no nonsense.

With a “no, that won't be necessary” Baizhu acquiesced. Moving out from the shelter he had no choice but to run to when the rain had started Baizhu ducked under her umbrella, leaving the red stairs and the drops of water constantly adding to the chill running down his back behind.

“Oh, and-” Reaching down, Michi grabbed his bag (and almost hit his face in the process). “Best not to forget this, yeah? Now come along.”

Michi didn't even give Baizhu the chance to take the bag from her as they walked, quickly holding it out of the reach of his outstretched hand.

“You said you only arrived in Liyue Harbor a week ago, then?” Baizhu asked as they strolled through the street, each step met with the soft splash of water that threatened to soak through his shoes.

In turn, her heels clicked against the pavement.

“Yeah, just set up my own stall and all that jazz.” Michi adjusted the umbrella in her grip, raising it a little higher so Baizhu didn't have to duck to fit under it with her. “Though, that's all a little boring in comparison to your talking snake there.”

“It's Changsheng.” The very same talking snake snapped.

“Cool. So, are you like a sock puppet brought to life by a wandering blue fairy with a stick that has a star attached to it? And this next question is totally unrelated, but does your nose grow when you lie?”

Baizhu held back his sigh as Changsheng huffed out a remark.

Puddles filled the street, pointing out every crack and divet that had been ignored in favor of putting the funds for proper care elsewhere. Funneled away while he was left occasionally seeing a child or two tripping over them time and time again even as their parents scolded them for not being cautious of their surroundings. In the end, they would usually be brought by the pharmacy for a quick clean up of their scraped hands and knees before being sent on their merry way.

The little kids would usually turn back once they reached the end of the staircase they were climbing down with a wave and a quick shout of "thank you, Doctor Bai!”

Baizhu's eyes dropped to another crack in the street, one he would have to personally put an order in for it to be addressed as he listened to the two going back and forth. They had been bickering the entire way up to Bubu Pharmacy, having no issue going back and forth making retort after retort that had Baizhu trying to stifle his laughter.

Michi’s comments of how Changsheng was a glorified necklace only stopped when the three of them were under Bubu’s roof standing all together as they were once again shielded from the rain.

Gui smiled at him from behind the counter.

Knowing him, Baizhu would have to explain how he got caught up in the rain only to be saved by a Good Samaritan when they close up the shop.

“Home sweet home.” Changsheng mused as she waved at Gui using the tip of her tail, wagging it back and forth.

“Indeed. It hardly suits either of us to be out here when it's so damp.” Scratching under Changsheng's chin, Baizhu looked over at Michi, placing his bag down on the wooden table in the pharmacy. Her heels left footprints along the floor leading up to where she was as Michi plopped it down. Rather unceremoniously to boot.

“Alright, Doc, it seems your trip has been completed. You even got home all safe and sound.” Michi said in a sing-song voice.

She passed by him quickly, moving back to the patio, shoes already threatening to meet the stairs as Baizhu spoke up.

“I truly must thank you. If it weren't for you, Changsheng and I surely would have been waiting under those stairs until the rain had finally stopped.”

“It's no sweat, really."

Changsheng whispered in Baizhu's ear, telling him how Michi had mumbled “just be sure to give me a five-star rating” under her breath. It certainly proved handy in more ways than one to always have her wrapped around his neck.

“Would you like to stay until the weather clears? I can put on a kettle and make you a cup of tea. It's the least I can do.”

Their heel fell back on the patio as Michi turned around to look at him, umbrella still in hand even as they stood under the beams supporting the green tiled roof of Bubu. Spinning it in her hold, he could see the poppies and dragonflies. A carousel in her hold. Round and round.

Though Baizhu could have sworn a single iridescent wing twitch, if only for a second. He pulled his glasses off, wondering if he might need a new prescription only to be met with a single drop of water sliding down the lenses.

“Chat and tea, huh? My, I might start feeling like a noble lady with such treatment.”

“I don't think a lady would be as snippy as you, miss.”

Michi shrugged, seemingly perfectly unbothered by his jest. “Maybe not in front of a gentleman like you, no, but who are we to say?”

Changsheng shifted against his neck, freeing herself from the cover of his hair to stick her head out towards Michi. Tongue flicking out. “And you need a towel.”

Sliding his glasses back on Baizhu, he could feel the crystal he had hanging off of them brush against his face as he looked back up at Michi. Their left shoulder was clearly sopping wet, her sleeve a hue deeper than the distinct green she wore.

Had she-

“A little water won't kill me.” Michi stated.

“This thing called hypothermia says otherwise.” Changsheng retorted.

“Hypo what now?” At both their looks, Michi added: “I was joking.”

Baizhu looked back at Gui, a silent look shared between the two. That was all it took for him to start moving to get up and grab a towel from the back even as Michi was rolling her eyes at the sight of the fluffy white material.

“I see the pretty doctor prefers it when people respect his wishes.”

She snatched the towel from Gui’s hand, almost startling the man as he took a step back from them. With a quick “you're welcome” at her thank you he was already back in Bubu ruffling through their takeout.

Baizhu could just barely hear Gui say “Oh good, it's still warm,” as he took out the containers and placed them along the table. Honey sesame chicken for Gui, egg drop soup for Baizhu, some cut up meat for Changsheng, and almond tofu for Qiqi. All aligned perfectly.

Odd, for how long he was out there, Baizhu could have sworn the food would have gone cold by now.

“It is my duty to make sure every patient that climbs up those stairs-” the very ones that had him taking a break just to sit down and recover from the strain they put on his body every time Baizhu climbed up them- “is well taken care of. That includes you.”

Michi looked up at him for a moment, only to wink and teasingly add in: “Aren't you charming?”

Baizhu's fingers tapped against his thigh as Michi once again brushed his concern off like it was nothing.

“Michi-” He tried to scold.

“And I have somewhere to be.”

She had an awfully bad habit of cutting him off. Not even Changsheng, with her need to always flex her sharp wit, would jump at every opportunity to stop Baizhu short.

He was about to say something else when Changsheng chimed in. “And what could be so important you have to handle it now?”

“Like I said, I have a shop to attend to, I just moved in so there's plenty of boxes to unpack, and I need to figure out the layout of this city because I can't handle asking that one kid with blue hair and a cheeky smile where I am again.”

Changsheng and Baizhu shared a glance as they both came to the same conclusion about who Michi was talking about.

“Then,” Baizhu said, “at least know the pharmacy is always open to all patients. Even shop owners with a bad habit of letting their tongue fly too freely.”

“Oh, you've been paying attention to my tongue now?”

As they spoke, Michi laid the towel, now slightly damp, over the wooden railing lining the platform Bubu pharmacy had been erected on.

“Kidding. I'm just kidding.” Michi laughed at Baizhu's wide eyes.

“Right…Right…” Baizhu whispered to himself. “I knew that, miss.”

Ignoring Changsheng's ‘sure you did,’ Baizhu looked back at Gui, now accompanied by a purple hat just barely peeking over the table (no doubt it was Qiqi) settling down for dinner.

Baizhu couldn't help the smile on his face at the sight, especially when he already knew Changsheng was aching to join those two and partake in dinner herself.

“Surely waiting for the rain to stop wouldn't hinder you?”

Turning back to Michi, Baizhu was stopped short at the sight of wet prints on the ground right where they had been standing, the towel she had been given before still hanging off the railing, and a dull orange glow out of the corner of his eye. Just like the lanterns that had been lining the street. Barely standing out against the bleak weather, but eye-catching nonetheless.

Looking down Michi had already descended the stairs, standing in the middle of the square like she belonged there with an umbrella held high in the air as rain came down hitting it with a pitter patter before sliding along and falling to the ground.

A pyro vision just barely flashed, swaying back and forth as it hung from a golden thread before poppies and dragonflies blocked it out of his sight again as Michi turned around to offer him a wave goodbye.

Baizhu was waving her goodbye before he could even think about it, half expecting her to call out a thank you despite knowing there was no need to.

With that, he turned back to the two waiting at the table and slid in beside them, already helping plate Qiqi's food.

“There's no need to hide anymore.” Michi scolded as she walked away.

That seemed to be enough to draw her little friend's attention as it whizzed around her, flying like a spark after the loud bang of a firework went off as a dragonfly covered in flames landed on her shoulder.

It didn't even sting as she looked down at the creature snuggled up against her, having long since gotten used to the heat it emitted. Wide eyes seemed to see all, even as smoke clogged its vision.

No longer were the sound of fluttering wings, only the click of her shoes and the endless drumming of the sky. Perhaps the gods were crying somewhere. Weeping.

Filling each crack and divet with their tears that splashed at her ankles as she stepped into a puddle.

Finally, her breathing slowed down, heart settling, and her fidgeting stopped as the umbrella lay still in the palm of her hand.

“What was I supposed to do?” Michi asked the dragonfly, a huff of annoyance in her voice. “Leave him there when that pretty boy looked like a wet cat stuck in a cardboard box? Honestly, it was absolutely pathetic.”

But he smiled at her nonetheless, took her arm, and-

Scoffing at herself, Michi's heel hit the pavement with a heavy click, throwing the thought of the doctor out of her mind with it.

“Come now, we can't afford to be distracted.”

[adorableears7]

@inukag-week Yearning, Moonlight, Bickering

**Stars Aligned**

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The night of Tanabata had arrived, draping the sky in a tapestry of twinkling stars. The legend of Orihime and Hikoboshi, the star-crossed lovers who could only meet once a year, hung heavy in the air, resonating deeply with the hearts of those who longed for reunion. Among them were two souls bound by fate: Inuyasha and Kagome.

Inuyasha sat atop the Goshinboku tree, his amber eyes fixed on the heavens. The sight of the Milky Way streaking across the sky brought memories of Kagome flooding back. She had returned to her world after the defeat of Naraku, and though time had passed, the ache of her absence never dulled. He sighed, the rustle of leaves his only company.

Far away, in her own world, Kagome gazed at the stars from her bedroom window. The lights of modern Tokyo couldn’t diminish the beauty of the night sky. She held a small piece of parchment in her hand, her wish for Tanabata written in neat kanji: “I wish to see Inuyasha again.” The legend of Tanabata gave her hope, and she clung to it with all her heart.

As the stars twinkled brightly, a strange sensation washed over Kagome. She felt a tug at her soul, a pull that she couldn't resist. Without thinking, she grabbed her backpack and ran to the well shrine. She whispered a silent prayer and leapt into the Bone-Eater’s Well, feeling the familiar rush of magic as she traveled through time.

Inuyasha’s ears perked up as he sensed Kagome’s presence. He jumped down from the tree and sprinted towards the well. His heart raced with anticipation and worry. Was it really her? Could his wish have been granted?

As Kagome climbed out of the well, she was greeted by a pair of familiar golden eyes. “Inuyasha!” she cried, tears of joy streaming down her face.

“Kagome!” he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. He reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair. “I missed you,” he murmured, his voice rough with unspoken feelings.

Kagome hugged him back just as fiercely. “I missed you too, Inuyasha.”

For a moment, they simply held each other, the world around them fading away. The stars above seemed to shine even brighter, as if celebrating their reunion.

After a while, Inuyasha pulled back slightly, his usual gruff demeanor returning. “What took you so long, huh? I’ve been waiting forever.”

Kagome laughed, wiping away her tears. “Oh, come on! You think I haven’t been trying? It’s not exactly easy to jump through time, you know.”

Inuyasha huffed, crossing his arms. “Yeah, yeah. Always making excuses.”

Kagome glared at him playfully. “Excuses? You’re one to talk, Mr. I-Can’t-Admit-My-Feelings.”

Inuyasha’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “W-What? I— That’s not—”

Kagome giggled and took his hand. “It’s okay, Inuyasha. I know how you feel.”

He squeezed her hand gently, his expression softening. “Yeah, well… I guess I do, too.”

They stood there, hand in hand, under the starry sky, the spirit of Tanabata weaving their hearts together once more. Despite the bickering, their love was undeniable, and the promise of a future together shone as brightly as the stars above.

** thank you for reading. I have not created in years. **By: Michelle (aka Michi)

I generated images to go with the story. I hope you like it.

[ask-ozai]

Wait! What do you know about Mai and Ty Lemon's teenage drama? Tell me all your gossip, evil dilf xx

About Michi's daughter and Ty Lemon, Azula's traitor friends, I only know what she told me while the servants did our nails and washed our hair. Some unimportant anecdotes from their days at the Academy and war reports. There's not much to say about them, they're pretty normal. Azula always had an innate facility for analyzing people, and knowing how and where each person would be most useful. Also to classify paperwork according to its urgency. She started when she was two years old, and couldn't even use the royal seal yet so the only way for her to sign her official documents was to dip her little hand in ink and press it onto the paper. Brilliant from her earliest age, as princes are supposed to be. (Zuko couldn't spell 'Conquest' until he was thirteen).

Azula said many things. It was evident that she had a certain affection for them, even though I had always taught her that it was not advisable to trust anyone (And I was right, given that both of them and my own son betrayed us). But anyway, that is of public knowledge. You asked me for little-known anecdotes about Michi's daughter and Ty Lemon. Here are some of the things Azula mentioned:

Ty Lemon also had some interest in Zuko when they were children, but she never did anything because everyone knew that Zuko had a preference for Michi's daughter.

Once Azula and Michi's daughter mistook Ty Lemon for one of her sisters, and she didn't speak to them for a week. I really wish I didn't know this.

Azula once put laxatives in their food just to time how long it would take them to go to the bathroom, in case they were attacked by surprise.

Michi's daughter and Ty Lemon had a big fight over a fictional drama that was popular ten years ago called Moonlight, about a love triangle between a boring, normal girl, a bloodsucking spirit named Ed Wan, and a wolf spirit named Yei Co. Michi's daughter was Team Ed Wan and Ty Lemon was Team Yei Co. Again, I really wish I didn't know this, but I'm absolutely sure it was Ursa who wrote the story.

Azula was convinced that Ty Lemon stole our silver cutlery when she came to play, so we had to eat with plastic cutlery when she was around.

Michi's daughter went through a phase where she dressed exclusively in black and wore an eyebrow piercing when they were at the Academy. I don't know why Azula thought it was information I should know.

And I suppose many other things must have happened, since Azula talked about them very often. But my patience had a limit. I didn't need confirmation from her to come to the conclusion that Ty Lemon has some issues and Michi's daughter was a victim of Zuko's manipulation.

[bihanspookies]

SHE’S HERE:

First of all thank you to @fizzygator for making my girl come to life. Y’all this girl has come a LONG way lmao. She started off as an oc in a fanfic I wrote years ago in high school and her personality and overall characterization has changed (for the better 💀).

Name: Alora De Toro

Age: 29

Birthplace: Manhattan, New York (Earthrealm)

Race: Half Edenian (Father)/Earthrealmer (Mother, Spain)

Birthday: June 23rd, Cancer

Hair: Auburn

Eyes: Gray/blue

Skin Tone: Tan

Distinguishing Features: Dark circles, long slender and sharp nose

Languages: English and Spanish

Height: 5’9

Build: Lean with muscle and flexible

Scars: Over her mouth from Mileena, under her right eye from Kano, top of right shoulder to elbow from tarkatan blade, puncture wound on left side of stomach from kytinn stinger, left thigh is mangled bc of tarkatan bite

Piercings: One on each lobe and two on each cartilage

Tattoos: None

Clothes: Wears a lot of either sleeveless or loose fitting clothing since her body temps always warm

Family: Kyro (Father deceased), Taron (Older brother alive), Elena (Mother alive)

Nicknames: Bullhead and ChAloraform (Taron), Little Love (father), Dulcita (mother), Killer (Alex @chadillacboseman), Red (Kano)

Ring Names: Herculean Bull, Crimson Snake

Likes: Gardening, her greenhouse, her hair, her pet rat Michi, winter, painting her nails dark colors, her stuffed bear that Kyro gifted her as a baby

Dislikes: Invasive bugs, onions, being talked to when she’s already upset, people chewing with their mouth open, being in debt to Kano

Flaws: Reserved, guarded, tends to prioritize missions over everything else, loner most of the time (practically lives in her greenhouse), blunt

Fighting Style: MMA/street fighting

Powers & Abilities: Enhanced strength and high pain tolerance

Personality: She’s usually blunt, straightforward but can be funny when she wants to be while also being ornery and sarcastic, mostly in a deadpan manner. She carries out her orders with little to no questions, just wanting to get it done so she can be alone. Usually level headed, hard to anger but when she is she tends to be more aggressive. The longer it goes on the more chaotic and brutal she can get, getting tunnel vision to complete her mission no matter what. She’s plagued with nightmares of being forced to fight for Shang Tsung and Shao Kahn and her dad being killed. She’s always on high alert and can be tense if she’s in an unknown environment or situation, but knows how to hide it well.

History: Her father Kyro once resided in Edenia as a guard for the Empire but left once Shao Kahn reigned terror and merged their realm with Outworld and it was too late to help. He fought until the last minute, managing to escape along with a few other Edenians and made his way to Earthrealm, specifically New York. There he found work doing odd jobs under the table and it was on one job that he met Elena, a psychiatrist from Spain who needed a new desk put together. It wasn’t long that they dated and soon enough married, with Kyro eventually telling Elena the truth of his past and where he came from. Soon she was pregnant with Taron and it was 5 years later when they had Alora.

Alora was born prematurely and had to be kept under close watch but doctors told Kyro and Elena the odds of her surviving were very slim, so Kyro in a moment of weakness decided to go back to Outworld and search for Shang Tsung to beg for his help, knowing that the sorcerer shouldn’t be trusted but Kyro was desperate to save his child. Elena pleaded with him not to go but as time went by she was running out of options and couldn’t risk it anymore. Kyro returns to Outworld and finds Shang Tsung who more than happily agrees. Kyro was so engrossed in saving his baby that he didn’t truly think about the fact that the sorcerer didn’t ask for anything in return. Once the sorcerer was finished, Shang Tsung bid them farewell but not before giving Kyro a certain look, one that struck a chord of fear in him.

As Alora grew up, her parents would notice how she had an unusual amount of strength for someone her age. How she seemed to pick up certain objects with ease that any other child would have trouble doing so, how as a baby her grip was like iron. It fully came to light when at age 7, when Alora and Taron (12) were roughhousing. They were outside in the backyard, messing around when suddenly Taron screamed out in pain, tears streaming down his eyes. Elena and Kyro ran out to find Alora holding his limp hand, arm broken in several places from her own strength.

Shang Tsung’s magic had given Alora an abnormal amount of strength to save her life. Not only that but it also gave her a high pain tolerance along with better resistance to certain elements. Her parents, figuring it had something to do with his magic, could only warn their daughter to be more careful and cautious and keep a watchful eye on her.

It’s later that same year when Alora (7) suddenly falls incredibly ill. She was in the hospital, hooked up to machines but doctors couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong with her. Eventually they were told that her heart had become weak, an unexpected decline in her health. Once again Kyro makes the gut wrenching decision to go back to Shang Tsung and ask for help. Kyro was surprised when the sorcerer was waiting for him in the hallway, a sinister smirk on his lips. It was then that Kyro realized that it was all an elaborate plan in the making, Shang Tsung purposefully having his magic run out when Alora reached a certain age. The sorcerer promised to heal her only if Kyro swore to return back to Outworld with him and serve under Shao Kahn. With a heavy heart he agrees, keeping a smile on his face as he watches Alora’s color slowly return to her. He pulls Elena to the side, explaining the situation and bids her a tearful goodbye while hugging and kissing his children for the final time. Before Elena can even get a word out, Shang Tsung pulls Kyro into a portal, leaving her alone with her children.

Later on Elena tells her children the truth of their father and where he came from, showing them a notebook that they kept full of information and knowledge that Kyro has shared.

10-16 Elena enrolls Alora in anger management and MMA classes, noticing that the leaving of her father changed her, her daughter becoming more angry. As time goes on she’s excels past her peers to the point that she enters tournaments, remaining undefeated against her opponents and most of her wins coming from K.O’s. Deciding that it wasn’t enough, she finds and starts fighting underground, gaining more money and better notoriety. It’s at a certain underground fight that Kano approaches her, who had been watching her fight for quite some time and brings up the idea of fighting more dangerous people, more thrill than this and promising more money than she could get from these tournaments. At first she brushes him off, calling him a weirdo until he brings up Outworld, and to her horror and surprise her father. Frozen in her tracks, the notebook left by Kyro burning bright in her mind as she looks at Kano. She makes the hard decision to leave with him, only leaving a note on her bed for her mother to find and then leaving with Kano the next day.

Kano brings her to the Koliseum, putting her through weeks of fighting, giving her money and thrill as promised. Every day she would ask where Kyro was, where were they keeping him, how did she even know if he was still alive. Kano would brush her off, claiming that she’d seem him soon.

She had been fighting mercilessly, absolutely beating her enemies into a pulp. She had even been in a match against Mileena who left her with the gracious gift of a deep cut across her mouth from her sai but not without the repayment of a few shattered ribs. She fought viciously, drenched in blood, exhausted but ready to fight her final opponent and get the day over with.

Her blood had stilled when her father stood across the arena from her, years of fighting aging him and battle scars adorning his body. They refused to fight each other, ready to receive the beating that usually came when denying the emperor of something. An ultimatum was given: fight until one man remained or be killed.

After a few moments of painful silence, Kyro got into his fighting stance and gave his dear daughter a fearful and sorrowful nod. At first Alora held back when they fought, wanting to savor the moment of seeing her father after 9 years, taking in his features before the end came. But eventually her father pushed her to not hold back, to fight because her life depended on it.

With hurtful eyes he lands a kick to her stomach, sending her across the arena. She collapses to her knees, claiming she is unable to fight, secretly hoping they would put a stop this. With Kyro as the winner the match is done and they think they are safe for another day until Shang Tsung and a few of his experiments appear behind Kyro. Before Alora can even speak a word out, Shang Tsung grabs Kyro by the collar of his torn shirt and Alora can only watch in horror as the sorcerer takes his soul from him, his screams of agony tearing through Alora’s ears.

When her fathers body hits the ground she goes into a blind fit of rage and lunges forth, Shao Kahn’s minions attempting to hold her back but they were no match for her strength. Alora takes down the sorcerer and beats his face in, her fists pounding him to a pulp. It isn’t until Kano is hauling her away that the bloody sorcerers body transformed into someone else, revealing that he had used his magic to create a decoy and had gotten away. Kano tells Alora that because she lost the match she owed him money, forcing her to enlist in the Black Dragon and if she refused he would go find her mother and brother. Still fueled by the image of her father dying, she lashed out against Kano who took her down and cut her under the eye, leaving a permanent scar.

Now at age 29, Alora is the silent cold hearted muscle, having paid off the debt owed but too fearful to return home for the fact that Kano could still very possibly find her and her mother and brother. With the money she gets from missions she secretly sends it to her family, along with updates on her and to not look for her.

Alora hopes to one day be free of the Black Dragon claws, dreaming of returning to her mother and brother and finally putting her dark past behind her.

Fun Facts:

- She finds solace in her greenhouse, spending most of her free time in there tending to her garden and allowing herself to forget the life she lives currently

- She has a pet rat named Michi

- Claw machine and classic arcade games are her guilty pleasure

- Whenever she’s on a mission in Outworld, she likes to spar with Reiko since they have the same fighting style

- Is a heavy drinker but can handle her liquor extremely well

- Switches in between Spanish and English when she’s going off on somebody

- As much as she loves her father, she harbors immense guilt, blaming him for everything that happened. She wishes that he would’ve just let her die as a baby rather than seeking out Shang Tsung, ultimately sealing his fate and hers years to come.

[moonmoonthecrabking]

🌈 ☔ with any wips of your choosing + 18 19 25 for those ask games ?

ACHILLES!!!!!

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

girl jeri (especially until recently) and jeptitty. FASCINATING

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

there is one michie fic that i actually really enjoy. it's explicit, so i scroll past the smut (that's nothing to do with shame i just don't like smut), but yeah. because i like how the author characterises both of them and their relationship and doesn't ignore the women or like weirdly attack them. also werewolves.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

as you know, i really fucking hated the "angel gets its wings ripped off". i feel like i complain a lot on here and people are probably sick of me instead lol

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

i don't know to what extent it's soft and to what extent it's angsty but i'm working on a jeptitty fic that takes place after max dies and (as we know i like to write) grace has spiraled into a sexuality crisis, while jason is sort of thinking about the kind of man he wants to be now he has that freedom and both of them thinking about the messaging they've been brought up with and how they feel broken in different ways but they listen to each other and help each other. hopefully canon divergent but can be read as canon compliant if you'd like to make jason's ending even sadder. (don't. don't massacre my boy like that)

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

there's a maybe 5+1 i don't know exactly how it would've worked. but grace going through the apocalypses of each lib. the idea that started it is the main one i care about, so idk if it would've been 5+1. essentially, on the day of her graduation, grace gets stuck in a timeloop (tinky). as she starts to waver in her hope that she can get out of there, as she starts to break, she starts to Change. her hair has been growing the whole time, but now the roots are coming in yellow. two little bumps appear on her head and start growing. she starts to wear her hair in pigtails and only choose yellow clothing. how much of it is conscious? who knows. not me. basically grace is snigglette bc the lib see how faithful she can be in npmd and decide they want a grace for themselves. if it's a 5+1, the 1 is probably npmd timeline in some way. this means that blinky's snigglette as grace still has the yearning for who she once was and the dreams she once had, even though she can't remember or understand all of them anymore. which is fun. yippee!!

[toxic-potions-productions]

Friendly wager (Sengoku era demon slayer) (Source: Caitpatmosh, obviously)

Zakiko: HAYATE, HAYATE!!

Michikatsu: !!! Aah, God! What is it, Zakiko?!

Zakiko: Ohh, sorry, wrong grumpy guy.

Michikatsu: How could you possibly mistake us?

Zakiko: Have you seen Takeshi? I need him immediately.

Takeshi: What do you want, Shibata?

Zakiko: HEY-- Hey, *Ahem!* Hey. Hey, man. Bruh. Fam. What's up?

Takeshi: The hell is your problem?

Michikatsu: Maybe all that energy finally gave her an aneurysm.

Takeshi: Yeah, I hope so.

Zakiko: Okay, so if there's one thing I know about you, is that you are a betting man.

Michikatsu: That's the only thing you know about him?

Takeshi: Wind hashira? Sake lover? Makes a bomb ass Nikujaga?

Zakiko: Yeah, yeah. How'd you like to make a little wager?

Takeshi: ......I'm listening.

Zakiko: I bet you 15,436 yen ($100 USD) you can't go the entire day without making fun of Himeno.

Takeshi: I'm done listening.

Michikatsu: You must be joking.

Zakiko: Michi, you want in on this, too?

Michikatsu: Mmmmmm, pass.

Takeshi: Yeah, no way. I know myself too well.

Zakiko: Okay, how about 30,872 ($200 USD)?

Takeshi: Nope, still not good enough.

Michikatsu: (Yeah, I'd probably pay that much to make fun of him.)

Zakiko: 77,180 yen ($500 USD)!

Takeshi: !!!!.............You serious?

Zakiko: Dead serious. If you can go 24 hours without making fun of Himeno, either of you, I will give you each 77,180 yen.

Michikatsu: ......Seriously?

Zakiko: But, if you can't do it, you each have to pay ME 77,180 yen. Hell, I'll even call it 12 hours!

Michikatsu: ...............Uh, I could probably do that. Takeshi: I mean, worse case, we can just avoid him all day. Michikatsu: That's pretty much what you do, anyway, though.

Takeshi: Okay, pinky, you got a deal.

Zakiko: YEEESS!! Hey, Kamanari!

Himeno: *Coming over with a grown out goatee & small mustache* Oh! Hey, guys! What's up?

Takeshi: *Jaw dropped*

Michikatsu: !!! Ohh, my God....... O_O"

Himeno: Sorry, I thought I heard someone say my surname.

Zakiko: Why, Himeno! What is this flashy mane I see?

Himeno: Ohh, this? I was just trying something new. You like it? ^w^

Takeshi: *Speechless*

Zakiko: Like it? I didn't even recognize you! You handsome devil.

Himeno: Thanks, Zakiko! I tried showing Yusuke & Enjuro, but I think they had just shared a funny joke cuz they couldn't stop laughing.

Takeshi: *Struggling to keep himself together*

Michikatsu: Goodness gracious, Kamanari. I hate to say it, but you look like-

Zakiko: Like a what, Michikatsu? :3

Michikatsu: ....................Uhhhhhh...........

Takeshi: You fucking bitch.

Zakiko: This is the first time I've seen him today!! Up close.

Himeno: Hold on, I can feel something. *Rubs mouth & 'stache* ........Okay, that's better.

Zakiko: Well, guys, whaddya think?

Takeshi: *Genuinely tweaking*

Michikatsu: Come on, Hayate, snap out of it.

Takeshi: I.........Can't.......!

Zakiko: Come on, just say the first thing that pops in your head.

Takeshi: Ehhh.........Soul patch.

Himeno: Sorry, what was that? •-•

Michikatsu: I think he's asking.......Mhh. Is that a soul patch?

Himeno: No, it's not a patch. It's, umm. It's my dad's old kimono.

Zakiko: Ohh, my god.......!!

Takeshi: If I stab him, it doesn't count, right?

Zakiko: You may not stab him.

Takeshi: Then, can I stab myself?

Zakiko: Bet's still on either way.

Himeno: Ohh yeah, check this out!! *Wiggling the 'stache* It's doing the wave.

Zakiko: Now, that is talent!

Takeshi: .......I have to go! *Runs off*

Michikatsu: Yeah, I-- I have to- S-- Shave my snake. Bye. *Heads out*

Zakiko: I know everything, so I can still hear you! Takeshi, pissed & frustrated: UUUUAAAAAAGHH!!!! 💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢

Zakiko: Hahahaha! Way to go, man!

Himeno: This thing's alot itchier than I thought it would be.

Zakiko: Well, here is your 3,087 yen ($20 USD) as promised.

Himeno: Thanks! Sooooooooo, what now?

Zakiko: I'm gonna go collect my 154,360 yen ($1,000 USD), you can take off that God awful fake hair whenever you're ready. *Trots off*

Himeno: ..................................Fake? O-O""""""

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do you guys think he could pull off something like that? Cuz I'm oddly intrigued now

Thank you for voting on the poll! Himeno Kamanari it is!

Here's the original tik tok

[empressofthesunwriter]

Kill La Hero: 04

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 4: The Origin Story

They reached Tatooin-Station where a giant man was standing.

Automatically they stop.

"Ahh…!", gasped Izuku. "That’s a huge villain!"

"And ugly.", added Michi and Ares.

Izuku wanted to take a closer look at the heroes and the villain and made his way into the crowd, Michi hanging off his hand sleepy.

She liked heroes well enough, but when she was this tired only her beloved Seraphina or Mirko would get her attention.

So she silently observed while Izuku asked who was fighting, only to respond himself.

“It’s Kamui Woods! The young and talented rising star!”

“You were the one asking, but you gave a perfect commentary, kid.”, says a man with shuriken in his head to him. “You’re a fanboy, aren’t you?”

Izuku giggles sheepishly, while Ares laughs and then deadpan at the sleeping Michi.

How his host could fall asleep, standing up and with all the sounds surprised him always.

Michi only woke up after this new female superhero took care of the villain and many men with cameras taking pictures of her, shouting: “Here it is, here it is, here it is, here it is.”

“W-What?”, Michi asked confused.

“You REALLY need to be aware of your surroundings!”, chest her Ares.

The salmon-haired girl pulls him a bit, as they watch how this new superhero named Mt. Lady introduces herself and her ass-sets.

Michi nods in understanding.

No wonder the men and a few women were drolling.

Of course, it's all sexist, unfortunately, she was bi as fuck and can't resist pretty ladies either.

Mt. Lady takes the glory for the defeated villain and takes him away under the watchful eyes of the police and cheering crowds and camera crews. 

Ares and Michi even see Kamui Woods sulking on one of the rooftops.

But Michi found Mt. Lady more interesting.

She will definitely become popular, but...

“She’s nothing against Seraphina or Mirko,” stated Michi, crossing her arms.

“You and your angel hero and bunny hero.”, signs Ares. “This new one seems promising.”

“You only say that, because you stared at her ass, didn't you?”

The ribbon just coughs embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Izuku has unpacked one of his hero notebooks theorising in it and writing it down.

Most find this annoying, however, Michi finds it cute when he's like that and doesn't bother him. 

If he wants her opinion, he'll ask her.

“Hey, wait, you’re taking notes? You wanna be a hero?”, the bald man with the shurikens says to him. “That’s great! You can do it!”

“Yes! I’ll do my best!”, promises Izuku with a beaming smile.

For a moment the glass-wearing girl can't help but twist her mouth and look up at Ares.

Their eyes meet.

They don’t need words to communicate.

If there's anyone who was made to be a hero, it's Izuku, but unfortunately, there is a huge obstacle in his way.

The only thing Ares and Michi can do is to support him and protect him as best as they can.

They had decided this long ago.

***

After all the chaos with Mt. Lady and Co., they make it to Aldera Junior High just in time.

“When it's a Lunch Break, you come to my classroom and we'll eat there today,” reminds him Michi, as they finish putting on their indoor shoes. “And if Bakugo harasses you-“

“-I’m calling you and Ares for help, I know Michi-Kun,” he replies, almost ashamed.

She knows that he doesn't want her to fight his fights for him, yet sadly at the moment he isn't able to fight for himself and Bakugo with his quirk is dangerous and also stupid concerning Izuku.

The asshole should just try to hurt Izuku in front of Michi, she will slam him straight into the ground!

It wouldn’t be the first time!

Michi pats Izuku on the shoulder, which makes him blush. 

Since he is a head and a half shorter than her, he has to look up and she down so that they can look into each other's eyes.

“For me, you are already a hero, MY hero, don’t forget that. No matter what others say,” she reminds him.

The girl gives him her best smile.

It has the same effect as always.

Small tears run down his beautiful green eyes and he gives her a heart-warming smile.

Before he can say thank you, Michi can't help herself but cuddle him.

“M-Michi-K-Kun!”, he shouts in shock and she can feel him heating up.

“Izu-Chan, you are sooooo cute!”, Michi coos.

“M-Michi-K-Kun our c-c-classmates are s-s-staring at us!”

“Let them!”

“B-But…!”

“Shh! Let me cuddle you, you cutie pie!”

Izuku would probably have fainted here if the school bell hadn't saved him.

So Michi let him go and ruffled his curls.

“See you later Izu-Chan.”

“Don’t forget to breathe, boy!”, advises him Ares as Michi walks briskly towards her classroom while Izuku imitates a statue.

After three gruelling school hours, a nice Lunch Break with Izuku and a math test that the girl was sure she failed, the school day is over.

Michi set off to pick up Izuku from his classroom. 

When she was around, Bakugo wasn't so terrible to him because the blonde knew that she could finish him off.

Thanks to Ares and because she also does martial arts.

What Michi sees when she enters Izuku's classroom makes her blood pressure rise to 180.

The asshole, Baguko,  was holding her poor Izu-Chan by the shoulder and the smoke rising from the spot shows that he has activated his Quirk.

To put the blond assholes in his place, Michi doesn’t need Ares, however, he unfurls, ready for anything.

Bakugo almost doubles over in pain as Michi grabs his wrist and pulls him away from Izuku.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave Izuku alone, Bakugo?!”, Michi hisses at him.

“He is under our protection!”, adds the ribbon.

Like an annoying fly, Michi flinks the blond to his followers. 

The two cardboard figures look at the girl in fear as she stands protectively before Izuku, Ares's “arms” flap around like whip lashes, while Bakugo rubs his wrist.

“Massaro!”, he growls with his teeth clenched.

“H-Hey come on m-man l-let’s go. The foreigner and her ribbon are not someone you mess with, you know that,”, cardboard figure one whine, as cardboard figure two nods in agreement.

Michi wants to take a step towards the three, however Izuku grabs her by the sleeve of her school uniform.

“Michi-Kun, don’t,” he begs.

They know it's forbidden to use your Quirks and/or start fights and Michi has already done one of them, so she stands next to him and gives Bakugo a poisonous look.

“Tzz,” Bakugo clicks his tongue and stops rubbing his wrist. Next time she will break it! “Massaro won't always be there to save you, Deku. In this shitty school, she's probably the only one who's my equal and you're dragging her down because you need to be saved. If she was smart she would dump you.”

Michi could feel how Izuku behind her became unsure.

“And if you were smart, you would shut up and mind your own business,” Michi fired back.

Bakugo just shrugs his shoulders.

He and his entourage turn to leave, which visibly pleases the two cardboard figures. 

Scaredy-cats!

“I'm just telling him the truth Massaro. You’re not helping him if you support him in his impossible goals,”. he throws over his shoulders. “Without Quirk, Deku can never become a hero, let alone get into U.A."

“Just fuck off, stronzo!”

Finally, he and his lackeys do so.

Michi takes a deep breath, Ares shrinks back, as they turn to Izuku. 

They are the only ones left in the classroom.

The green-haired boy looks at the ground defeated.

“Izuku…your shoulder?”

Michi would rather tell him to not give a rat's ass what Bakugo says, however, she notices that he doesn't want to talk right now.

No, he takes a deep breath without looking up.

She almost thinks he won't say anything until he whimpers softly: “...hurts. Probably burned.”

“Okay,” Michi simply said and led him to the Nurse's Office.

The nice Nurse, Ai-San, knows them well and without questions cures Izuku’s wound.

After they thanked her and left, Izuku was ready to tell Michi what happened between him and his bully.

As it turns out, Bakugo has once again surpassed his level of being an asshole. 

They are forced to fish out one of Izuku's notebooks, now half burned, from the tank where their school keeps fish.

The blonde just threw it out the window!

Fucking asshole!

Sidenote, Michi has the theory that the principal and teachers keep these fishes here to later make sushi, even if Izuku says that can't be true.

Irritatingly, Izuku is more upset about his burned and wet notebook than about the physical wounds from Bakugo.

Sometimes Michi wonders about his priorities, and then she remembers that Izuku practically lives from his superhero worshipping/studying and she understands it.

The salmon-haired girl understands it, but she can't really approve of it. 

Like this masochist clinging to Bakugo or as he calls him Kacchan.

The blonde has gone from a childhood friend to a first-class bully!

Why can't Izuku let him go?

...Should Michi take him to a therapist? 

This seems too high even for her as his best and only friend. Ares is not counted.

“That’s not fish food, stupid.”, Izuku grumbles to the koi fish and tries to shoo them away from the notebook. “That’s my notebook…”

“They don’t care,” Michi points out dryly.

An idea comes to her and she digs out some leftover salami bread from her satchel. Her mom finally found a shop here that sells Italian food.

Michi knows there are bento boxes in Japan, but sometimes you just need some home here.

She removes the salami and throws bread crumbs to the fish.

“Eat this, my fishy friends.”

It works as planned.

The fish leaves the notebook alone and accepts her gift.

...But they won't become piranhas now because there was definitely salami flavour on the bread, right?

Right?!

Izuku lets out an exasperated sigh and tries to shake the water away from the saved notebook.

“Thank you, Michi-Kun…”

“Sure, Izu-Chan, no problem.” 

Izuku isn’t even looking her in the eyes.

Okay, she doesn’t like that.

Time to say something.

“Bakugo has no idea, especially not about our friendship. You are so important to me Izuku, don't listen to the rubbish he says. We decided to become heroes together, which is why we applied together for the U.A. You will be a great hero even without Quirk, we just have to find the right way!”

Carefully Michi takes one of his hands and strokes the back of it with his thumb.

At least he lowers the notebook and blinks away his tears.

“…You’re important to me too, Michi,” he then says.

She hugs him carefully and he buries his head in the hollow of her shoulder. 

Michi leans her head against his and rocks them both back and forth.

“I love you Izuku, don’t forget that.”

And one day, I will tell you how I want to be forever on your side.

She can literally feel that his face is burning like fire and how he is clinging to her tighter, but somehow... there is something sad in the air...

Ares signs and wraps his “arms” around the kids.

“You kids will send me to an early grave.”, he mumbles.

***

Today Michi hates it like the plague that she has to go to her martial arts course. 

She just knows that Izuku needs her, but Michi didn’t go last week and her sensei doesn't like when you miss hours. 

If you miss a certain amount of hours, you are out of the course.

And ashe can’t risk this.

The salmon-haired girl needs it to be prepared her heroic career.

For Izuku and her.

Ares can only make Michi strong, he doesn’t give her the knowledge of how to fight.

Izuku also almost forced Michi to go to her course and promised that they would talk on the phone this evening.

He was already feeling better. She didn't have to worry.

Sure and she was All Might.

...Nah, better not. She doesn't want to imagine what kind of over-the-top reaction Izuku would have if he ever met his idol.

She couldn’t promise, she wouldn’t laugh.

Yes, hypocrite with Seraphina and Mirko you would go crazy too.

Anyway, after their hug and a few goodbyes, Izuku heads home and she heads to her course.

As soon as Sensei lets them go home, Michi decides to visit Izuku.

She texted him and Inko, his mom, and wrote to her parents that she wanted to spend a little more time with her best friend.

Michi gets approval from her parents and Inko, however, Izuku doesn't answer her. 

Mmm, he's probably trying to save the notes in his burnt notebook.

...Should she call Stefano later, maybe he or one of her other cousins has a good idea for a prank on the blonde asshole Bakugo?

So she thinks nothing of it as she makes her way to Izuku's apartment.

Not even when she sees him talking to a blonde man who looks like he's suffering from anorexia.

Surely Izuku, the good soul, helped the poor sick man with something.

Michi only starts to notice something is going on that she doesn’t know about when she sees Izuku throw himself on the ground when the blonde man tells him that he can be a hero.

Normally she would immediately run to Izuku...yet something inside her tells her that she needs to hear what's going on.

Also, Ares formally whisper-shouts to stay put because he wants to know what’s going on.

Michi can shorten the following conversation into three words:

What.

The.

Fuck?!

The anorexia guy is All Might?! 

Izuku has put himself in danger and shown his courage and will receive his Quirk from All Might?!

Yes received!

All Might was also quirkless and got his Quirk One for All, which is its name, from another person.

And, and the Quirk gets stronger with each person receiving it!

WHAT?!

They were separated for mostly two and a half hours and Izuku not only met All Might, why does he seem so sick anyway, but All Might chose him to be the next bearer of One for All?!

This is really….wow!

Speechless, Michi was just speechless!

Even Ares was in shock.

He was becoming all stiff.

Michi only finds the words again when she hears Izuku, of course, what else, accept to become the next wielder of the Quirk.

Maybe Michi should tell these two geniuses that it wasn’t smart to have a secret conversation in the MIDDLE OF THE STREET!

“That’s all well and good and I’m happy for Izuku, really,” she calls out.

This causes All Might to freeze on the spot with wide eyes and Izuku spins towards her, still sitting on the ground.

“M-Michi-Kun?!”

“Young Midoriya?”

She ignores them both and puts her hands on her hips.

“You really shouldn’t have such a conversation about such a huge secret in the open air, be glad it’s only me and Ares here. So now it seems like we all are now on the same team. How can we help Izuku?”

[cottoncandy-cult]

Heart Of The Storm

Jiro Mochizuki X Reader

I loved Black Blood Brothers, I really wish they'd continue it or remake it but it's been so long and so few people have seen it that I know it isn't gonna happen. Sucks too, I adored Zelman. My favorite part of the Darkness the lies within the alleys of the Special Zone. My favorite moment was when he saved Kotaro and then helped him track down Mimiko and even saved her from Cassandra. The only wildfire I loved more was Mikoto Suoh~

(Y/n) waited by the bridge into the special zone, she had actually met a compromiser while wondering the streets of the mainland. The young woman was a fledgling black blood, she had nowhere to go and had been living in an abandoned building. She met the woman near a park, she had been walking around with a tall man in red and a blonde-haired boy. The two had watched from a slight distance as the woman spoke to you, the woman wanted to save as many black bloods as she could. The woman who identified herself as Mimiko had stated that because of (Y/n)'s starved appearance she thought the girl was in need of help, which she had been.

After Mimiko had determined she was safe enough to enter the special zone they had decided that the following night they'd meet at the entrance, that way Mimiko could welcome her. So here the (H/c) haired girl stood, a backpack slung over her shoulder contained all that she owned. She had been there about 10 minutes before she spotted the black-haired man from before flying towards her, when he landed just a few feet away he gave her a sheepish smile while removing his hat and bowing. "I apologize but Mimiko is running a bit late, her boss had been a bit behind on getting your approval done. She asked that I come keep you company, so you didn't think she abandoned you." He stood straight, his tone was soft and kind. Blood had rushed to the girl's cheeks; kindness having been foreign since she was turned.

"It's ok... Thank you for coming to inform me." Her own voice was soft, she always got really shy around men and he seemed to radiate a welcoming aura. "My name is Jiro Mochizuki, I'm glad to officially meet you." She couldn't help but offer a small smile, bowing slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Mochiziki... Michi... Mochizaki..." She began stumbling, finding his last name a bit awkward on her tongue. Her face turning cherry red at his chuckle, though she was glad he didn't get offended. "Jiro will do just fine." She had nodded, still feeling rather embarrassed. "Thank you, I'm sure Miss Mimiko already told you but my name is (Y/n)." Before they could carry on and start a real conversation Mimiko had showed up, (Y/n) was surprised how simple it was to get into the special zone but now she was faced with a new problem. Where was she gonna sleep?

They had crossed over the bridge, the young black blood looking around worriedly. "Is something wrong Miss (Y/n)?" The (H/c) haired girl looked to the little boy she learned was Kotaro, he was giving her a concerned look. "Yes, sorry. I'm just... I don't really know where I'm going to stay... Or what to do from here. I honestly thought I'd be living in abandoned buildings for the rest of my existence, so I don't really have a plan other than just survival..." The little blonde boy gave her a smile that almost seemed reassuring, he then turned to the young woman. "Hey Mimi, can Miss (Y/n) spend the night so we can try and find her a place to stay tomorrow?" The boy's words seemed to make Mimiko perk up, as if being hit with realization.

"I completely forgot about that, yes of course. You can stay with us and tomorrow we'll try and find you a place."

It had been 4 months since that night, she had moved into an apartment across the street from her new friends. Having learned from Mimiko that it had once been her old apartment, this of course meant she spent a lot of time with those 3. She had been adopted into the odd little group, if told 6 months ago that she'd practically make friends and get to restart her life in a place like the special zone over night she would have sworn the informer was a fool. Right now (Y/n) was sat on her bed, listening to the calm rain. Though the peace was soon disturbed by a bright flash of light, the roaring thunder making her window rattle and startling her. She wasn't sure if it was the thunder or lightening, maybe it was both, but she hated it. Even as a black blood her fear of thunderstorms remained, it was made even worse when her electricity cut out.

She rushed to get her flashlight off her desk, she felt ridiculous being a vampire and being so scared but she couldn't help it. Even with her night vision, she felt better about having a light source as well. It wasn't even 6pm yet but the skies were dark as night, so she threw on her jacket and grabbed her phone before walking out and locking the door. She proceeded to dash across the street, having made a plan seconds after losing electric. She'd go to Mimiko's, she knew the girl was likely still at work but knew Kotaro and Jiro would be home since the rain hurts Jiro. Having lost electricity and this being a rough storm she had an excuse, they didn't need to know she was scared. She knocked on the door, hoping it would be opened quickly.

It was Jiro who answered the door, a candle in hand as he let her inside. "I take it you lost power as well (Y/n)?" He sat the candle down on a small nearby table, helping her remove her wet jacket and hang it up. His own had been hung up as well, his hat was also removed. (Y/n) was hoping he wouldn't be able to see her blush, her (E/c) orbs taking in the site of Jiro in a black button up and his usual red pants. The top 2 or 3 buttons were undone, his long black hair a slight mess and the yellow candlelight casting some well-placed shadows on the man. Unfortunately, her wavering focus left her open to be startled, a particularly loud rumble of thunder making her yelp. Her foot slipping in a small puddle of water left by her jacket, though she didn't fall to far backwards before she felt the motion stop. Jiro had caught her with one arm around her waist and the other cradled her head, he gave her a worried look as he had noticed her zoning out moments before.

"Come, let's get you settled. I set up some candles around the living room." He settled the girl back on her feet and lead her upstairs, she was relieved to see the small coffee table between the two couches had several lit candles. She could smell the tea he was brewing, and it helped her feel more relaxed, the two got comfortable on one of the couches. "(Y/n) are you feeling alright? You're quieter than usual." She smiled softly at his concern; he had always been so kind to her. "Yes, sorry I'm not sure what it is but I keep finding my thoughts tend to wonder." She blushed softly, the hint of pink hidden by the dark. When the next combo of thunder and lightning rolled through the girl managed to suppress her response to a minor flinch, but it didn't go unnoticed by the old blood. He wasn't stupid, piecing together the pattern quickly he gave her a sympathetic smile and rubbed her back. This had soothed her enough that he could feel the tension slowly leave her, she gazed up at him with an innocent and confused look.

"Sorry but I could see that the storm was bothering you, so I thought to comfort you." He avoided using any words that directly connected to fear, not wanting to hurt her pride if that was why she hadn't said anything. "Thank you, Jiro... I've never much cared for storms like this..." If her heart was still beating, she was sure he would have heard it racing, she wasn't as embarrassed when wording it like this, but it still made her slightly flustered. Jiro was an old blood; he was from a time when black bloods were strong and prideful. Then here she was, stirred up and bothered by flashing light and a loud noise. Though his smile erased the stinging she felt in her pride. "Would you like some tea? Even if we don't necessarily need it, I do find it relaxing."

     Time skip: 4 hours

Mimiko didn't make it back til somewhat late, Kotaro had wanted to go to work with her so she had to carry the sleeping boy home. It was 11pm and the storm had lightened, though she was irritated to see that the power was still out. The candles still burned but they were running low, she was a bit confused when she saw Jiro and (Y/n) asleep on the couch. He had been sitting up, an arm around the younger female who seemed rather comfortable using his chest as a pillow. Mimiko could only giggle, she'd get the story later. She went to place Kotaro in bed before returning to throw a cover over the two, as well as to take a picture for black mail purposes.

"Heh... I ship it..." After sending the picture to a few of their friends she went to get herself ready for bed, thankful the next day she didn't have to be up till noon.

[cryopathiic-a]

[ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver

bonus points for combining :

He sits by the stained futon without expression; save for the tenderness harbored under pale fingers as they comb through messy dark hair. His other hand dabs some of the sweat away with a cloth. His touch rests on the cursed mark. And then he sits back, on his knees, and watches the fallen samurai breathe for a moment; in that even pace, that's almost oddly reassuring. Because it might be slow and ragged. But he's still breathing.

A hard gulp; the Lord Founder wets his dried out throat before reaching over the sash of his kimono — inside, there's two objects stashed away safely. A silver dagger; a gift of mercy. Because it could be used, to put one out of their misery. And as for the other—

If you give this to a human, it will... change them.

Slowly, he retrieves the glass vial. The room's artificial light won't harm it. But she warned him, that woman with the hazy eyes, she warned him about bringing it into the light — into the sun. Prismatic eyes squint over the crimson liquid pooling within. Blood.

First, their skin will begin to look very pale, as if they're drained of all color. And then, they will fall asleep, in a corpse-like state.

And after some time they re-awaken. But they're not the same anymore.

They're not human anymore.

And they will be under his control. Like I am. So I have to give you this vial, but...

Please, I am putting my own life in danger to tell you this.

A grumble snaps him out of the recollection. He looks down where Michi has begun to shift and stir in his sleep, no doubt coming to after another nightmare. Wasn't this thing leeching off of his life essence enough? Did it have to torment him in his sleep as well? So that Dōma can only sit back and watch him suffer — and pray for him.

And what happens when you pray for a while?

Absolutely nothing.

❝ Michi? Heeeey, hey easy now. Shhh, relax, relax, I'm right here. ❞ A cool hand sicks out the boney fingers of that dying man. Only the calluses on his knuckles remain from his glory days as a warrior. He's turned into a husk of the man he once was. And he hates himself for it. The young priest gets to witness it every day, during the few hours his beloved can manage to stay away, that this has eaten his soul to the core by that point. Soon, there will be nothing of the Michikatsu he loved left. Hell, there already isn't.

So he's faced with a choice.

Do not feed this blood to anyone.

He reaches for the cloth again, dunks it into the ice bucket left nearby. And then he dabs it over the other's forehead, to cool off the fever. No doubt, it's coming up again. He can feel the heat coming from him. Just like he can feel the beat of his own heart when he remembers that strange woman's face.

The fear in her eyes and the way she spoke so quietly, with her head lowered, terrified that man might overhear. While giving him the supposed miracle cure, she had parted her lips to show him — thinking that if she could convince the temple's Founder to abstain, she would help these people. And maybe in that way atone for what she had become.

His eyes fall on Michi's hand, patting the space around him. His dwindling vision must be the cause. A shift closer; and then the younger lies down beside him. Without a care for the sweat, or the horrid smell or the knowledge that he is fatally sick with an illness they have yet to understand — Dōma moves to rest his head atop his barely heaving chest and there listen to the faint sound of a heart beating within.

It's the only place in the world he can find some solace, though.

It's just not fair for him to be denied that.

No matter how many people will have to die for it.

Especially when he has lived his life so benevolently and tried to help all these people...

❝ Shh— it's just me. Don't worry, my blood. I've brought you something, okay? Something that might make you feel a little better. Hush, hush now. ❞ His palm brushes over the other's eyes to close them again. And then rubs a small circle over his chest.

Anyone who ingests even a drop of it, will change...

He sits up slowly. The vial's lid comes off too easy. His fingers slowly trace over the mark of death staining his beloved's features; then roll to his lips. A subtle push down is all it takes to part them a little, frail as Michikatsu is. And then — a drop of blood.

... and transform into a man-eating demon that will devour everything in its path.

[kankuroplease]

Can we have Michi Uchiha hcs?

Being the daughter of a best selling author and martial artists meant she had access to a lot of resources and was taught self defense

Being Boss’s youngest came with many perks, including being luxury vacations, gifts, and bodyguards

She didn’t understand that her family was unconventional in a lot of ways nor why they didn’t live with father (Madara) and her other siblings

But she was happy with living with her Mama and Papa (Hashirama). Her older half-sister, Tsunade, would even come to visit from time to time and play cards with papa

And when she did stay with Father on the weekends, she got to see her other siblings! So she would say her childhood was fun

Her father gave her what ever she wanted and spoiled her on their father daughter dates after his boring meetings. It’s how she ended up with matching diamond earrings and a necklace at 4.

Uncle Izuna let her sit in his lap most of those meetings and would cover her ears from time to time with headphones.

The grownups around would look unhappy when this happened, but Izuna would tell her later that they were just upset they couldn’t listen to music too and had to listen to fathers boring rants.

At first it was just her sisters who would play tea parties with and listen gleefully to their gossip about the different families around theirs

And Obito who was the silly older brother that always was sneaking out and ruffling her hair. Her older sister said he was adopted and she shouldn’t waste her time with him(?), but he’d always been there for her

One of her earliest memories was Obito playing with her on the playgset he seemed too big for

Then one Saturday, she was introduced to Shisui. Her new older brother.

Shisui was debonair. He could do all the dances that Obito always stepped on her feet trying to do

He never messed up her hair and let her have his pudding without her asking she didn’t have to ask, she was starring at it while practically drooling

As they all grew up and left home, Michi decided to move in with her Father per his request.

By then she knew her presence at her original home would only bring her mom and papa more problems.

She’s a Madara daughter and had an understanding that life she once perceived as normal, was anything but.

She loves her father, brothers, sisters, and uncle, but they’re very dangerous people.

More than once she has used her fathers favor to leave Obito be. He’s happier than she’s ever seen him and that’s do to his chosen family. He doesn’t need to be involved in serious crimes and possibly lose everything he’s worked for 💀

She’s a very kind and soft spoken person, will give you the short off her back if you need it. but she is also a black belt and carries a gun at all times. Don’t mess with her.

Sells handmade soaps because they make her happy 😊

She was pretty sure every man that talked to her only did so because of who her father was and what they can gain from marrying her

The idea of marriage put a bad taste in her mouth thanks to these suitors throwing themselves at her (bro, you like my dad, not me.)

But she did get heart eyes when the Hyuga angel of death stuck up for her during one of Obito’s matches.

She was seconds away from breaking that guys nose (possible connections be damned), but chivalry is not dead and he looked so cool doing it 🥹 

She’d seen him around for years at some of the meetings, so it only seemed natural that she offered to thank him with a gift of gratitude

She was aware of the side glances of the Hyuga when she and her bodyguards stepped into their territory, but given she cleared it with their boss beforehand (she wanted to thank one of his men and him, how could he say no?)

It was at that meeting that Michi gained some respect for herself from Hinata and Neji. It’s also when she personally got their phone numbers for business

But over time texting Neji and him responding within the day became the normal. He even showed up to spar with her when she invited him

She wouldn’t tell Madara about this for Neji’s safety

His proposition of a marriage blindsided her a bit. Become a Hyuga bride?! HIM TELLING HER HIS INTENTIONS IS ONLY A FORMALITY!? She thought he lost his mind

But the more he explained, the better it sounded. A wife in title only; she’s free to do as she pleases in most ways (just no additional lovers and she has to show up to at least two events a year), she’ll have her own room, a hefty allowance on top of her own earnings, live in maids and cooks, this is good way to calm both sides, only be expected to provide one heir (they can use ivf), he’s not very interested in sex but is more than confident he can preform if she decides she wants it, an official contract with all the terms that really protect her, and she can add her own stipulations to it?

All of it sounded too good to be true until he explained he’s probably going to benefit the most from their union. With their marriage, he’d be next inline to be the Hyuga boss. He’s done the footwork, he just would appreciate her cooperation 

He was basically offering her luxury life without love, which if she was honest, she never expected a love story in her life

She also wasn’t expecting her father to give her the option of what she actually wanted to do here

Her yes came under the condition that Neji would at least spend time with her. She doesn’t truly know him and would like to at least know him as a person. The goof and the bad.

Their wedding was a blur to her, expect for hearing some guy with bushy brows on Neji’s side crying loudly. Never in her life did she think she’d be married to a Hyuga

Their wedding night.. she was very surprised with herself and what he could make her body do “not very interested”, didn’t mean he was virgin like she expected

She became the wife that tries to do it all. She wasn’t allowed to clean up messes or cook at home, so it’s fun to her and she gives the staff a lot of paid for vacation days (her allowance being put to good use)

Neji trying her food makes her feel happy and him trying to make his home hers too

Half the time it’s just him politely spitting it out in a napkin and doing it over himself while telling her about a cooking class he’s heard of from Hanabi

His grumpy look when she explains on of the dramas she’s watching as he gets furious over the lead’s stupidity is the cutest in her opinion

What she’s most happy about is that he’ll cuddle her back. She hasn’t had cuddles sense she moved out of her Mom and papa’s place

She adores the cat he got for her! He’s literally the best husband If you ask her

She really like the Lee guy that’s always around and enthusiastic, he makes for a great morning run partner

She’s also the more forward one in their sex life and will make the first move if he’s looking at her with sudden interest

[atozphantomsquadron]

Chapter Nine: Goddesses

May 20th, continued

     I’m aware of my two male companions.  None of us can talk, since we’re all surrounded by water.  Gabe is stoic as ever, but William appears to be panicking.  I reach an arm through the coursing liquid to stroke his cheek, to reassure him.  In the distorted light of the wall of water I see him … then feel him … clutch my hand in his own and press it closer.  His features instantly relax at the touch.

     I don’t know how much time has passed, but I can sense the waters thinning.  Earth comes up underneath our feet.  The waters start to recede from above our heads as we stand on the new ground, but my hand hasn’t left William’s cheek.  I feel the dryness of the air as the water continues to recede, until we emerge ...

     … on a beach covered in black sand.  I’m unsure if we have reached our destination, but Gabe seems sure of it.  William returns my hand to my side.  I want to speak, but I’m afraid to, still afraid I’ll drown.  As it is, I feel slightly waterlogged as I take a deep breath.

     “My friends, you have arrived.  This is as far as I can take you.  You must walk from here.”  The Lady reaches a hand out to me, which I take gently and feel the dampness that’s her nature.  She suddenly pulls me into a soggy embrace and kisses me on the forehead.  “Good fortune and good voyage to you, Alanna Sharpe.  Save our world.”

     “Save our world?”  What does that mean?  I gather myself and return to the sandy shore, taking William’s hand in mine, as the Lady recedes into what I’m guessing by the smell is the ocean.  My attention is immediately on Gabe.  “Where are we?”

     He seems to be looking around away from where the waves are crashing against the beach.  “If I’m not mistaken, we should be in Hawaii.”

     Okay, it looks suitably tropical.  That would explain the black sand, too, if we’re on an island with volcanoes …

     Oh my God, is that how I’m going to get to Hell?

     William gets Gabe’s attention before I can vocalize my thoughts.  “What are you looking for?”

     Gabe smirks.  “Not what exactly, but ‘who.’”  He raises his hands to his mouth.  “Hi’iaka!  Come out!”

     Rustling comes from high up on the shoreline.  Very loud rustling, and it mostly disturbs a big patch of ferns, next to a pair of very large rocks.  We keep our eyes on the ferns, which eventually start moving in a patch toward us.

     Okay, plants that move on their own.  Nothing out of the ordinary there.

     The patch of ferns slithers over to where we stand, just in front of us.  Before any of us are truly aware of what’s happening, they fly up, revealing underneath them that they are actually someone’s hair.  The woman who stands before us now looks almost my age, maybe a little younger.  She kind of reminds me of Michi, actually, but her features and skin tone are decidedly Polynesian.  The tanned body is wrapped in more of the ferns, which form a bra and a skirt for her, giving her the appearance of a hula dancer.

     “Gabe Francis, wat da big idea? I’m undah covah here, brah!”  The speech coming out of this woman doesn’t seem to match the body.

     Gabe seems unfazed, though.  “We need to see Madam Pele, Hi’iaka. I know you can take us to her.”

     She harrumphs and crosses her arms.  “All da time, you haoles come trampin’ on da beach, messin’ up da environment, makin’ da place a mess, and whose okole gets reamed for it?  Mine, dat’s who!  How you figgah I should take you guys see Big Sis Pele?”

     “It’s an urgent matter.  It affects you and her as well.”

     The scowl that’s crossed Hi’iaka’s face softens slightly.  “Who da wahine, Gabe?”

     Gabe motions me forward.  “This is Alanna Sharpe, the Guardsman of this generation.  That’s William White Bear, the latest wendigo warrior.  We need Madam Pele to take us to the gateway.”

     “No way!”  She approaches me and scans me too tightly.  “Guardsman, huh?  Now what do da Guardsman need wit’ da door to da Inferno?”

     My chest tightens.  “Gabe, the door’s here?”

     “Not exactly, it’s a little lower, but we need Hi’iaka’s sister to take you there.”  He turns back to our confronter.  “Now please, we have very little time and a lot to discuss.  Please take us to Madam Pele.”

     Hi’iaka reaches for the Sword, but recoils slightly before she touches it.  She shrugs finally.  “Okay.  Dis way, folks, an’ try keep up, I walk fast.”  As the words leave her mouth, she sinks back down into the sand as quickly as she rose out of it, leaving only the ferns on the surface, and slithers further away from the shoreline.  With one questioning glance between us, we all quickly jog behind the plants to keep up.

     Hi’iaka’s route takes us through some dense tropical forests, then into a field covered with the types of ferns that make up her hair and clothing.  Every once in a while, so that we don’t lose her, she pops her head up so that we can find which ferns belong to her specifically; once we see her head, we can watch the rustling of that particular patch and keep following.  This continues for two hours, until we finally reach the entrance of a dormant lava tube, forming a deep cave in the island’s forest.

     The goddess motions into the tube.  “Right dis way, folks.  When you get to da end of da tunnel, hang a left and keep walkin’ until you hit da uddah side of da caldera.  You can’t miss it.”

     Gabe nods.  “Thank you, young goddess.”  He walks into the tube, leading the group of us.  William is immediately behind Gabe, and then I follow. 

     To my surprise, Hi’iaka actually comes up behind me and follows us into the darkness.  I look back at her briefly.  “I didn’t think you were coming with us.”

     “You gonna need somebody talk to Big Sis Pele for you, and it bettah be somebody Big Sis Pele trusts.  She got a history wit’ Gabe that ain’t too cool.”

     Why am I not surprised?  “Okay, stick with us.” 

     We continue down into the ominous lava tube.  In the middle, we encounter a wide puddle where rainwater’s collected.  We get dunked about mid-calf deep into the water, but we continue moving forward, feeling our shoes squish as we continue.  Hi’iaka has no such trouble, since she’s barefoot, which tells me that she’s definitely a goddess since she’s not complaining at all about the volcanic floor of this tube.

     I’m certainly glad I’m not claustrophobic, since as we continue deeper into the tube, the walls start to get closer together.  We reach the end of the tube together; there’s not another branch off.

     “How do we hang a left?” I ask.

     “Feel on da wall.  You’ll find it.”

      Gabe taps the wall gently with the palm of his hand.  We can’t quite see him, but eventually I hear a crack, followed by his voice.  “Got it.  Through here.”  I hear an impact, followed by shattering.  A piece of the wall flies toward me, taps against my chest, and falls into my hand.  It’s sharp, almost like glass.

     Gabe turns back toward us.  “It looks really tight through here, so we’re probably going to have to crawl.  You ready?”

     William looks at me.  “You can do this.”

     I smile back.  “So can you.”  I turn behind me to look for Hi’iaka, only to see that she’s dropped back down into the ground, with only her ferny hair sticking up giving us any idea that she’s still with the group.  Gabe has already started crawling through the branch.  William climbs in behind him, and once I see the ferns start travelling, I finally climb in.

     I’m going to be amazed if William gets through.  It’s hot, it’s tight, and every once in a while I scrape my butt on the ceiling of the tube.  There’s no indication we’re even making forward progress … at times it gets pitch black and we can’t see anything. 

     Then the glow starts.  The hot, ominous glow of volcanic power surrounds us.  I can see dark shapes ahead of me that can only be Gabe and William.  I’m sweating so much that I think my clothes are saturated.

     Better get used to it … I’m going someplace even hotter.

     “We’re almost there, guys.  I feel fresh air.”  Gabe calls back to us, but even his voice sounds a little rough.  I’m panting from the heat.  How are we going to even survive getting to the entrance?

     One shape in front of me disappears.  The end of the tunnel is close!  I can feel a breeze … I’ve never been so happy to feel wind on my face. 

     The giant shape that I know is William drops.  I can see the end, see the light, the glow that’s not coming directly from the rocks I’m crawling through.  The air feels fresher, but still smells like sulfur.

     “Hurry up!  Big Sis Pele ain’t got all day!”  Hi’iaka’s admonition spurs me forward.  My head clears the tunnel, and the rest of me staggers through.  Immediately, William’s hands are wrapped around my arms to help me to my feet.  I lean into his body, thankful that we’ve both made it, and only when I feel his head on mine do I look around.

     We’re in another volcanic chamber, this one illuminated from a central cone.  The heat is not as bad here as it was in the tunnel, but it’s still a little oppressive; I’m sure I’m not going to stop sweating anytime soon.  Strangely, though, the rest of the room is sparsely furnished, with small tables and mats.  There’s no other door we can see, though, other than the tunnel we came through.

    Hi’iaka seems unfazed.  “Big Sis Pele!  We got company!”  She addresses her yell to the center of the room, which starts shaking immediately afterward.  I clutch to William, but Gabe looks like he’s done this before.

     A shape rises out of the cone in the floor, much like the Lady emerged from the lake in Avalon.  This shape is also female, but it’s human-sized and composed of fire.  It’s in fact another beautiful woman in a regal-looking ankle length gown; a dress that almost looks ancient Greek except the material’s much rougher than cotton.  She stands before us, dark-skinned, dark-haired, and radiant, and steps down from the cone to face Gabe.

     “I see.  Hi’iakaikapoliopele, did I not tell you this man is not allowed in my home?”  The woman’s language is much more formal than Hi’iaka’s, and what’s up with that long tongue-twister of a name she used?

     “I’m sorry, Big Sis Pele, dese mortals need get to da gate of da Inferno.”

     So this is Pele, this regal woman.  Her eyes glow red, with anger … or annoyance … or some sort of negative emotion.  Her mouth parts to show her gritted teeth.  “How dare you, sister.  You have been told no mortals may enter my presence.  You know what happens.”

     Hi’iaka is cringing.  “I’m sorry!  I know, I’m sorry, please don’t punish me …”

     Pele points at the tunnel.  “Go, sister.  Go.  Leave me.  And this time, when I ask you to keep watch, actually do what I tell you to do!”

     The goddess has kept her voice controlled, but the bitter rage virtually boils behind the words.  Hi’iaka drops her head and shuffles slowly over to where me and William stand, near the tunnel.  She places a hand on my shoulder.  “Aloha and good luck, Guardsman.”

     Pele’s ears perk up when she hears Hi’iaka’s farewell.  She turns around to face us for the first time, as Hi’iaka drops into the earth again, her ferns scurrying into the tunnel once more.  Pele approaches us, narrowing her eyes.

     “Did she just say you are a Guardsman?”  She looks at William.  “You don’t look like a Sharpe.”

     “He’s not.  I am.”  My heart’s in my throat, but I have to say something.  I clutch the Sword tighter to me.  Pele finally turns her gaze to me, and it chills me as her eyes, glowing with otherworldly fire, seem to pierce right through my soul.  Surrounded by a nearly perfect face, the clear appearance of supernatural royalty, Pele scrutinizes me.

     “Yes … yes, I see it.  What is your name, child?”

     I take a deep, nervous breath.  “Alanna Sharpe.”  I bow my head slightly … is that the right thing to do?  “I am the Guardsman, as my father was before me.”

     Pele chuckles.  “You know, I was just talking about you … I didn’t think I’d have the chance to actually meet you.”

     This catches me aback.  “Talking about me?  With whom?”

     I hear laughing coming from the shadows … cheerful laughter.  “With me, Alanna.” 

     That voice … My heart jumps with the familiarity.  I hear her footsteps, and soon from a shadow emerges someone I’ve missed for a long time.

     “Durga!”  I rush up to the Hindu goddess and hug her, an embrace she returns with four arms.  She’s still laughing even as we’re reunited.  “I haven’t seen you for so long, where have you been?”

     She releases the hug gently to look me in my eyes.  “I’ve been traveling around in supernatural circles, warning about the New Empire.  Marshaling forces for you, you know.”

     I smile for the first time here.  After last year, after storming off from my responsibility out of my anger with Gabe, I was so afraid she had abandoned me, but now I know she’s been helping me the whole time.

     Gabe and William approach Durga as well.  “We’re happy to see you,” Gabe intones, “but why are you here?  Did you know we were coming?”

     Durga simply smiles.  “Pele is a close friend of mine.  Us warrior goddesses need to stick together, after all.”

     “Speak for yourself,” Pele chirps with the slightest hint of a laugh.  “I’m no warrior.”

     Durga chuckles.  “I would not call your situation a temper problem, Pele.  You’re a warrior, you just do not realize it.  I know a warrior when I see one.”

     Pele punches Durga playfully on her shoulder.  Gabe finally clears his throat.  “Ladies, while this is all well and good we have a mission that we’re on and we need Madam Pele’s help.”

      Pele nods.  “So my sister has told me, you need to get to the door of the Inferno.”  She turns toward Durga.  “Is everything you’ve told me about this girl to be believed, my friend?”

     “That and more, Pele.  As long as she maintains control over her powers and herself, there’s no reason why she can’t handle anything thrown at her.”

     Pele strokes her chin thoughtfully, turning her gaze toward me.  “Come to me, child.”

     I slowly approach the goddesses, clutching the Sword tighter to my hip.  This close to her, I can feel that Pele emits immense heat from all over her body, almost like standing next to the heart of a volcano.  Which I suppose is pretty close to the truth, since realistically she is the heart of this volcano.

     “Such strength … such power, I can feel it in you, child.”  Pele’s face comes uncomfortably close, scrutinizing every hair, every line, every single little thing about me.  “Show it to me.”

     Pele reaches a hand out and touches my cheek.  Without thinking, my wings unfurl and spring out of my back.  This seems to catch Pele by surprise as well, and she steps back slightly.

     “Ah, I see, dragon wings.”  She turns to Durga.  “I wasn’t sure if I believed you about those.”

     Durga smirks.  “Would I lie about something like that?  She is the real thing, Pele.”

     Pele nods.  “Are you the one wishing to cross into the Inferno?”

     I take a deep breath.  “I am.  There’s someone there I need to find and rescue … someone that I love, someone dear to me.  He doesn’t deserve punishment, yet he’s trapped there, and I need to get him out.”

     Pele reaches out and lifts one of my wings, shaking it gently.  “Seems sturdy enough, I guess.  How well do these work?”

     “I’d say very well.”  I puff my chest out slightly.  Maybe I shouldn’t be so vain, but I’m proud of my dragon nature and don’t see a reason why I shouldn’t be.

     Pele nods.  “Very well, then.  I’ll take you there.  Steel your soul, child, because the journey is going to test your spiritual mettle.”  She motions to the room we’re standing in.  “Stay the night with me, all of you.  In the morning, I will take you.”

[empressofthesunwriter]

Kill La Hero: 03

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 3: My Hero 

“Worst movie ever!”

“I mean, the effects were nice, but-”

“Izu-Chan just admit that it was shit it’s not that hard.”

“The day the boy curses is the day the world ends.”

“So sassy, Ares, when did you wake up?”

From his place in the shadows Ogura Goro, a lowlife and perverted man, watched the beautiful salmon-haired girl with the big tits and her frail-looking companion with the wild green hair coming out of the cinema.

He licked his lips.

Oh, she was just perfect.

Her Quirk seemed to be the sentient ribbon on her hair, nothing he couldn’t handle.

He couldn’t wait to fuck her tight virgin pussy.

Then maybe he would fuck the tight asshole of the boy.

Goro didn’t have any preferences.

He just needed a quick fuck to get energy back.

Who cares if he liked minors?

For his Quirk “Intime” it didn’t care.

He just needed to fuck someone, sucking so their life force out and making it his own.

Like this, he would be stronger enough to join them.

Oh, how he couldn’t wait.

Goro follows them.

The two teens seemed to go to a ramen place.

Tzz, tzz.

Still this late out and now going to eat something?

It was their fault for staying out so long at night and becoming his next victim.

Unknow of the danger they were in right now Michi, Izuku and Ares discussed the movie they had watched.

It had been a late-night premiere of an action-hero movie, with a lot of explosions and too little plot.

Michi was the most pissed.

The trailer had looked promising. She had hoped the movie would have been good enough to set the mood with Izuku.

They have known each other now for a year.

A wonderful year, full of laughter, tears and dreams together.

Never in her life did she feel so close to a person as to Izuku.

They just...clicked.

So, she was utterly and stupidly in love with her best friend.

This meant it was time to make him her boyfriend.

Just...Izuku was so innocent and unsure about girls.

Even after a year of friendship with her!

Her flirts got over his head and touching his hand nearly sent him into cardiac arrest, so, yeah, she had needed a new plan.

It came last week with the trailer for this failure of a movie.

A movie date!

And then eating something!

Who cared that the movie ended at 10 p.m.?

Michi and Ares were more than capable of protecting them.

Only because of this, their parents allowed them to go on this "date".

Well, it wasn't a date.

The glass-wearing girl was pretty sure if she told Izuku straight she wanted to wine and dine him he would die.

Just, poof.

Death.

No, she had to be delicate about it.

So she planned this friendship day to celebrate they had known each other for a year now and hoped it would set the mood.

It didn't.

The movie was so stupid, they all fell asleep.

At least Michi hoped their favourite Ramen Place would save this outing.

Bitching about the movie to Izuku and Ares, she didn't note the menace and sick eyes that followed them.

If she had, she would have acted on it.

But, this was not the case.

They just entered the restaurant, placed their normal order and complained some more about the movie.

Never noticing how Goro had followed them into the restaurant and sat down in a dark corner. He just waved the waiter away.

The man was hungry for something different.

Then his chance came.

Big Tits stood up and moved to the bathroom.

This was it.

He followed her.

***

Izuku had since they had come out of the movies a weird feeling.

He was used to people looking down at him, so he noted looks his way.

Just this look... made him scared.

Not for him, but for Michi.

She seemed completely oblivious to it, more busy with telling him why the movie had been so terrible.

Not that he didn't agree with her, however, he was wondering if he was just imagen things.

Both Michi and Ares were good at sensing danger...maybe he was just hyper-alert because it was the first time he was out this late at night.

Yeah, this was it.

Sadly the feeling didn't pass either when they sat down in their favourite ramen place.

Was he going crazy?

Their food came, but he tasted nothing. All felt like ash in his mouth thanks to his body being in fight-or-flight mode.

His crush asked him if he was alright and he just said he wasn't hungry.

If he was only imagen things, he didn't want to scare Michi.

"I have to go to the bathroom.", told him Michi. "Need a new tampoon."

Like always this made him cringe.

Gods!

Michi had sometimes no filter.

He didn't need to know she was on her period.

Sometimes he felt she was doing it on purpose to make him blush.

Last week she told him he looked like a cute strawberry when he blushed and she wanted to eat him.

He had told her, he wasn't on the menu and cannibalism was wrong.

Strangely she seemed to die inside, while Ares had laughed long and loud.

Izuku still wondered what this was all about.

Whatever, Michi made her way over to the bathroom and he took a sip of his glass water.

That's when he noted she had forgotten her purse.

Where her tampoons were.

Sometimes a man had to do what a man had to do.

Blushing like a pepperoni he picked up the purse and walked in the direction of the woman's bathroom.

Michi needed her tampoons and he would give her them.

He wouldn't be a great hero if he couldn't even handle helping a girl with such a problem.

Just, the closer he got to the bathroom, the more he heard noise.

It sounded like someone was fighting!

A male, cruel voice telling someone to shut up.

"Leave me the fuck alone!"

That was Michi's scream!

Without thinking Izuku stormed into the woman's bathroom.

What he saw would haunt him for a long time.

A dirty older man, pinned Michi down on the floor, trying to get her pants off her.

His crush fought with anything she got, but the man held her hands over her head and sat so on her legs that she couldn’t kick him off.

Ares was thrown away in a corner.

Lifeless.

The entity couldn't do anything when he wasn't connected to Michi. Without body contact with his host, he was just a normal ribbon.

"Don't make it worse for you, little bitch!", hissed the man...no the monster to her, wiggling her pants further down.

Michi cried out in anger and fear.

And Izuku saw red.

He didn't know where it came from, but he rammed the man and got him off of Michi then he started to punch him over and over in the face.

His knuckles were getting bloody, yet Izuku didn't care.

He didn't care!

This bastard wanted to hurt the love of his life in the worst way possible!

HE WOULD MAKE HIM PAY!

Breathing deeply and fighting her tears Michi watched how Izuku, frail, small, Izuku, who she needed to protect, turned the rapist's face into a bloody pulp.

She never knew this side of him.

Thank god, he had come after her.

Izuku had saved her from the worst.

The girl ran over to Ares and put him back in his place.

"What the?", asked Ares confused, like always when they got separated.

"Ares, no time, bind the man Izu-Chan is currently punching!"

Stupified Ares did as told, so Michi could drag Izuku away from the rapist.

"It's okay, Izuku.", she murmured. "I'm okay, you saved me."

Blood dripped from his knuckles and he breathed heavily, yet hearing her voice made him feel calmer.

The rapist had long since fainted, thanks to Izuku's punches.

In the end, they called the police who took the rapist into custody.

They praised Izuku for his fast acting, yet reminded him, he was lucky that the rapist didn't was in full power with his quirk.

Had he been it, it could have gone out bad for him.

"Rather me, then her.", Izuku proclaimed determined, which made Michi blush touched, but also angry.

No one should hurt the love of her life this way, even if he wanted to protect her.

She needed to get stronger.

Without Ares, she was practically quirkless.

It was time to change things.

***

The next day Michi visited Izuku in the morning since it was Sunday.

He hadn't even opened the door when Michi began: "Izu-Chan, remember when we talked about becoming heroes?"

A bit confused he nodded.

"Ask me again."

"What ask you?"

"You know what boy.", added Ares seriously.

Then it hit Izuku.

He fought off the tears before he asked shaking: "Can I… be a hero, too?"

"You already are a hero.", answered Michi, also with tears in her eyes. "You saved me yesterday. You are MY hero and will be the best hero in the whole world!"

Crying Izuku sunk down to his knees.

All my life...all my life I just wanted someone to believe in me...and she even says I'm HER hero...I love you so, so, much, Massaro Michi.

The girl followed him down and embraced his crying form, also shedding tears.

"You will be amazing, I know that!"

"Not...not... without you!", he disagreed and looked into her red eyes. "Michi let's become heroes together."

A big smile formed on Michi's face and she nodded.

"Together then!"

Inko who had watched the whole scene from afar couldn't help but cry. Michi gave her son what he wanted...she would be the perfect daughter-in-law.

"Okay, if we are going to be the top hero, it's time for training!", decided Michi, after she helped Izuku get up from the floor.

"Huh? Training?"

The girl made a heroic pose.

"Yes, Izu-Chan. We need to get stronger. I already joined a Kung Fu class. You should do the same!"

"I don't know if this is the right thing for me."

"Then put on your sports clothes, we are going jogging!"

"What right now?"

"No, next Tuesday, boy."

"Oh, okay."

"Of course now!", told Michi and Ares together, making Izuku jump a little.

And so their hero journey began!

***

One year later…

It was a beautiful spring day.

Chery blossom floated down and the sun shined warm on the skin of the people.

A smiling Izuku was holding a sleepy Michi's hand, walking with her to school.

Michi nearly walked on the street, but Izuku stopped her.

“Did you not sleep well, Michi-Kun?” he asks her worriedly.

The girl tries hard to keep her eyes open. 

It works half the time.

“I had to study for math, Izu-Chan,” was the brief answer.

Ah, Michi and math.

It was the bane of her existence, right after Ares, she always told him.

Amused he simply grips her hand a little tighter and leads them further on the way to school.

Still a bit sleepy Michi muses about how a year ago Izuku would have died by skin contact and now he could hold her hand.

He deserved a price.

And the price would be soon her, naked, in his bed, if all progressed nicely.

“You wouldn't be this tired if you didn’t decide to play video games for hours after learning math.”, reminds Ares.

Michi stares up her head, meeting the black eyes of her dark pink bow.

“Shut up, Ares!”, she growl. “I don’t listen to a perverted bow!”

“Perverted!”, he gasped appalled.

“You heard me right, ya creep!”

“Michi-Kun, Ares, please don’t start already.”, begs Izuku with his huge adorable green eyes.

Sadly that’s Michi and also Ares Kryptonite. 

Math comes second.

Both love Izuku a lot and would do anything for him.

So they just grumble half-heartily sorry to each other.

They reached Tatooin-Station where a giant man was standing.

Automatically they stop.

"Ahh…!", gasped Izuku. "That’s a huge villain!"

"And ugly.", added Michi and Ares.

***

“And this was the start of us becoming the greatest heroes of all time!”

The current number one and number two husband and wife duo Deku and Atheres.

***

[fluffyfranny]

Birthday Gone Bonkers

Summary: It's June 9th, which means it's our favorite dog-loving biker's birthday! And his kyoudai has early morning plans for him in the form of greeting him bright and early on his special day!

However, someone else has early morning plans as well-

Inspiration for this story comes from @mickules (hope the mention is okay :'3) and their parent trap AU featuring Taka and Ishida as brothers! To summarize, chaos ensues with both of them in the same room >:3

6:09 AM.

Of all times to be woken up from one of the best sleeps so far this early into summer break, it was this early.

However, the time served its purpose.

As Mondo reached one sleep-numb arm to the nightstand to nab his phone off the charger, the time and date were in sync. His eyes squinted at the screen, the room still being dark and him being just roused from deep slumber, and did a miniature double-take upon realization:

June 9th at 6:09 AM.

His birthday.

A humored huff left his lips and blew a few strands of bleached orange hair from his vision as he held the phone up to his ear, sleepy grin intact until a voice as loud as a freight train yanked him from his daze, causing him to almost chuck the phone against the wall.

"Happy birthday, little bro!"

Daiya, you scumbag...

"Heh, thanks Dai..." he nearly whispered, voice still deep and raspy from sleep. "But I gotta ask, was this on purpose?"

"Whaddya mean, my guy?" His older brother questioned, the smile apparent in his voice on the other line. "OH, the time! Yeahhh, that was intentional."

"What on Earth gave ya the idea to wake me up this early?" Mondo questioned, bringing his free fist to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Oh, it was Michi's idea!" Daiya confessed. Just as he stated this, another voice came over the line, further rousing Mondo from sleep.

"Yo, s'that Mondo?" Takemichi's voice came through muffled, as if he were trying to shove Daiya out of the way so he could get to the phone. "HEY BIG GUY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Mondo squeezed his eyes shut at this second ear-blasting birthday wish, but responded the same as he did to Daiya; he ;et out a sleep-laced chuckle. "Thanks, lil dude."

"Hard to believe you're still younger than me even though you're a giant!" Daiya teased from beside Michi.

"HEY," Mondo fussed, mentally making a fist as he wanted nothing more to put Daiya in a headlock after that. "Ya don't gotta bring that up all the time, dude!"

A few belly-shaking laughs came from the older biker, and Michi, on the other line, was hunched over, wheezing himself as he slapped a hand over his knee.

"Nah, I'm just messin' with ya, big guy," Daiya reassured. "Jus' figured we'd give ya a call before you get swept up in the day. We're gonna try and stop by later if my bike comes outta the shop in time."

"Ahh, no worries if ya can't," Mondo admitted, sweeping his hair out of his face. "We can always go out an' celebrate late if that's what we gotta do."

"Whatever floats your boat, broski," Michi chimed in again.

"Pssh, love ya too, lil guy."

"What was that, you big ol-"

"Enough, Michi, let the boss man go," Daiya scolded playfully. "Besides, his kyoudai is probably already up by how loud we've been screamin'."

Mondo snorted. This wouldn't be the first time that he'd woken Taka up during an early morning call, or morning in general. Sometimes it was the snoring, other times he may or may not have rolled him off the bed...

He did a double-take towards the door when he thought he picked out the sound of the floorboards creaking from outside his bedroom, followed by the sound of footsteps getting louder and shuffling across the wood before descending downstairs. He slapped a hand to his forehead and rubbed it as he groaned internally:

Ah shit, did I actually wake him up?

"Mon, hey, you there?" Michi was trying to get his attention from the other line, and he shook his head to clear it as he sputtered.

"Y-yeah, sorry man, just..." He glanced back at the door. "Thought I heard somethin'. It's still early, ya know?"

"Yeah, we gotcha," the shorter blonde assured. "We're gonna let ya go now in case ye wanna catch another few winks."

Daiya took the phone. "What lil man said, we'll talk to ya later. I'll let ya know if we're gonna make it."

Mondo nodded. "Yeah, sure thing. Talk later, bro."

"Bye-bye, birthday boy~" The two jeered teasingly, hanging up quickly so Mondo wouldn't have enough time to bite back.

"HEY, why I oughta-!" He sighed as the line went dead, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to put his phone back on the charger and slip on a white sleeveless top before shuffling towards the door.

Might as well get a head start today...

Upon closing the door to his bedroom, Mondo swore he could hear whispers coming from the hallways. He checked behind him towards the door that housed Taka's room, but it was shut and nobody was there.

Then, it hit him: he had heard something earlier...

Downstairs...

Having not bothered to out his hair up even into a low ponytail, Mondo swept the mop of strands that hung over his face to one side, raking his hand through it to smooth it down before descending the stairwell to the adjoined living room and kitchen. As he did, the whispers seemed to cease, having taken notice of the biker's presence.

Upon entering the living room, he could make out Taka through blurry eyes.

"Happy birthday, kyoudai!"

The third wish of the day wasn't as loud as those of his brothers, for he was a distance away from him, so he shot a wink and a still-sleepy grin in his directions.

"Thanks, bro, but don't ya think it's a bit too-"

Mondo paused mid-sentence as he was, quite literally, seeing double. There were two outlines of his bro standing in front of him, and he tried rubbing his eyes to rid of the double vision.

Nope, still two of him. And his eyes weren't even blurry...

Wait wait wait-

"What's the matter, bro?" The two of him said in sync, tilting their heads to the side while sparing each other a sideways glance, red eyes glimmering even this early in the morning.

"Don't you pull this kinda shit with me today..." He snarled lowly.

"What? Whatever do you mean?" The Taka on the left spoke, rather confused.

"I haven't the slightest clue what you mean, kyoudai..." The right Taka admitted, eyes keeping their gaze on Mondo.

"Kiyo, you fucker..." Mondo sneered, eyes flicking between the two forms of his bro, trying to discern which one of the two was his real kyoudai.

Kiyo, nickname for Taka's twin brother, Ishida, had the tendency to disguise himself as his older sibling with makeup and hair dye, as well as spot-on voice mimicry. The only difference between the two was an ever so slight difference in their eye color, but Mondo was both too enraged and sleepy still to put effort into glaring deep into their eyes to make the real one out.

So alternate measures had to be taken... he'd figure out which one was the real Taka through means of recalling their knowledge of each other.

"Alright, this is how it's gonna go..." Mondo clarified with a clearing of his throat. "I'm gonna quiz ya both and break down the details. I'm gonna figure out which one of ya is fuckin' around with me."

Both Taka's eyes widened before collectively nodding, lips pursed together.

"Aight, uh, first off," Mondo's brain chugged to life as he tried to think of what to ask first. "What color are my eyes?"

"Purple," both of the Takas said in unison, with the one on the left perking up. "You do know that that's super obvious, right?"

Mondo huffed and wiped the corner of his lip with his thumb. "Yeah yeah, right, just startin' off easy! Now uh... what breed of dog is Chuck back at home?"

"A maltese," both Takas replied.

"You introduced him and his breed the day we met!" The Taka on the right piped up with a smile.

Mondo was getting frustrated now, even after two simple questions that had obvious answers. He pondered over the current situation and what information he had gathered.

Both had responded after answering at least once, one questioning him about how obvious and straightforward his questions and answers were, while the other followed up with gleefully recalling the reason behind the answer.

The real Taka wouldn't question him asking stupid questions, even thought he was a bit of a numbnut...

He could try one last thing...

"Alrighty then," Mondo perked up with this last proposition, a smirk creeping up onto his face. "One last thing...who wants their good morning kiss?"

At this, both Takas let out little gasps. The one on the right's cheeks went extremely pink, while the one on the left had a drop of sweat leak down his forehead and then his temple...

Leaving a trail of black without him seeming to notice...

Aha!

After analyzing their brief reactions, Mondo chuckled before approaching the Taka on the right, the one on the left watching from a sideways glance as he brought up a knuckle to wipe away the "sweat," only for his skin to come away black.

"Gotcha," Mondo rasped before pressing a brief smooch to the real Taka's lips, earning a squeak from him and hearing the other go:

"Awe, rats!"

After their brief embrace, Mondo and Taka turned to their left and saw the other Taka's eyes ignite, the black fading from his hair and revealing snowy white fluff as the dye leaked down his undershirt and his arms.

"Almost had ya, punk!" Ishida grumbled, ruffling his hair in defeat, almost having stolen a kiss from his lovesick brother on his kyoudai's birthday, of all days.

"Oh, don't think yer getting off the hook so easily," Mondo growled, a bony finger coming to point directly at him. "When my bros get here, so help me God, yer screwed..."

"Also, Kiyo..." Taka chimed in, a finger of his own pointing at his brother. "You're about to get hair dye all over the carpet."

Ishida glanced down his arms and the black trails of dye, looking like an eyeliner pen had exploded on him. He shrugged and slipped his white tank top off to mop at his skin, much to the dismay of Taka and Mondo.

"What? I'll just put er in the wash and it'll be spick and span!" He had missed a few spots, the inky dye leaving stained streaks down his arms and chest like zebra stripes.

"Yer gonna need a shower after we're done with ya..."

Unbeknownst to them, Daiya and Takemichi had arrived at their shared home and snuck the door open as the three had their confrontation, with the brothers holding back snickers as Michi had snuck a photo of the moment Mondo gave Taka a kiss.

Everyone whipped their heads towards the front door, and eyes instantly widened as Michi made his way towards Ishida, a pair of cupcakes in hand.

"H-hey little dude, wh- what're ya doing with those?" Ishida stammered, scooting towards the stairs.

"Oh, nothin'..." The blonde sneered, an evil smile pasted across his face. "Jus' wanna offer ya a little taste of...brotherly love."

He lunged at the white-haired twin, and Ishida yelped and made a beeline up the stairs, Michi right on his heels.

As the remaining three watched the early morning commotion, Daiya nonchalantly shut the door before pacing over to Mondo. "Wonder what the neighbors are gonna think of that one," he chimed right before putting his younger brother in a miniature headlock and mussing his already unkempt hair. "Happy birthday again, lil man!"

"I already told ya, I'm not LITTLE!" Mondo snapped, arms grasping at his older brother's in an attempt to get his own around his neck. The two had a miniature wrestling match before Taka intervened.

"Gentlemen, PLEASE!" He shouted the last word, causing them both to freeze where they stood, one of Mondo's hands deep into messing up Daiya's pompadour, while the older one's left arm was still around Mondo's shoulders. "It's still too early for this kind of horseplay!"

"Oh, like yer one to talk," Mondo spat teasingly as he winked in Taka's direction, making his cheeks flare up slightly. "YOU'RE the early riser around these parts that likes to rouse me outta hibernation!"

"Because the morning is important! You have to start your day the right way there and then!" The flush in his cheeks got deeper with this next bit. "E-especially today, cause it's your birthday!"

The brothers gave each other seething stares before they released each other, both going to smooth down their messed up hair. Mondo stepped forward to give Taka's own hair a rustle, the prefect's hands grasping at his wrists in protest, which earned laughs from both the Owadas.

A few seconds passed before someone could be heard stomping down the stairs. Ishida was back, only this time, with frosting matted in his locks and Michi's legs hooked around his abdomen as he kept himself latched on while rubbing the remains of the cupcakes through his hair. Both looked across at the trio, Ishida's eyes sagging with defeat but still glimmering with unseen rage, while Michi still had a smug grin across his face.

"What are y'all waiting for?" The blonde shouted gleefully. "Time to start the day!"

"Stop, lil dude, yer startin' to sound like Ishi," Mondo teased, earning a mock gasp and a playful smack to his chest from the back of the prefect's hand.

"How dare-!"

"I'm playin', dude, I'm playin' with ya, I promise!"

After a few more little laughs at the state everybody was in, they all collectively stared at Mondo, to which he responded with a classic rubbing of the back of his neck and a stammering response.

"Th-thank you guys, really. You make my birthday worthwhile."

He reached his arms out and dragged everyone into a big group hug, a few 'oof's escaping from Michi and Taka before they returned the gesture.

"Happy birthday to me, indeed..."

[moodyclouds89]

The sano siblings with a latin/hispanic s/o

Characters: Shinichiro, Mikey, Emma, and Izana

Gn reader!

Manga spoilers for izana part![kinda?]

Shinichiro sano

Okay first off, you two met in his bike shop.

Your cousin was really into bikes and shit so he invited you to come with him to fix the bike his dad[your tio] got for him.

The moment you stepped foot into the shop you saw a handsome tall man with black hair working on a bike.

He turned around when he heard you both enter. Your cousin explained what was wrong with the bike while you stood silently there behind him.

And boy oh boy was Shinichiro having a hard time concentrating on what your cousin was saying. His eyes wander off to you every chance he gets.

You were just so cute it had him blushing and he was just shy!

So after your cousin is done explaining everything he leaves his bike for Shinichiro to fix. As you two were walking out of the shop, Shinichiro stopped you and nervously asked for your number.

You found this cute seeing him blush and being nervous. And so you did. You gave him your number and he was honestly surprised. You waved goodbye before leaving and the man felt like he was on cloud nine.

So fast forward, you and shin become friends and then soon he ask you out, which you of course said yes to cuz it's Shinichiro🤨[mans is so cute😚]

Anyway 

He felt like the luckiest man on earth, you were just so sweet and kind [and let's not forget about how beautiful/handsome you are] that it had him blushing and just utterly in love.

He would always invite you over to his house or with friends to hang out and shit.

His friends were surprisingly shocked how he could bag someone as beautiful/handsome as you.

Though they were happy for the man.

He loves loves LOVESSS when you invite him over for special holidays or events. 

Your family already loves him. I mean he is tall, handsome, sweet, owns a shop and just amazing.[let's forget about him being a loser tho😁]

Your mom is happy that you have a nice person like him in your life. She would always tease him when she catches him staring at you with so much love and adoration. 

 Like to be invited to parties. Like c'mon the food😋 

He always saw how you would go and dance with family members or friends and it made him want to learn so he can dance with you.

He loves dancing bachata with you😩💕

Just being so close to you makes his heart flutter.

And of course his siblings already know you. They literally love you because you're so nice to them and you also cook for them sometimes! You cook them your home country foods and they are obsessed😋 especially mikey.

Anyway this man would do anything for you and he would go out of his way to fight people if they think anything negative of you or you two's relationship. [Maybe not fight but just give them a piece of his mind with words if that makes sense]

He would also learn your native language to be able to communicate with any family members who don't know Japanese and just to be able to hear the chisme💀 also so he can call you cute nicknames💖

Manjiro sano [mikey]

Y'all met through some friends.

When you first met mikey you were a little scared since he was literally a gang leader💀

Mikey saw you talking with takemichi while he was getting ready to snatch the boy away but stopped when he saw you.

Felt his heart skip a beat. Like you were so beautiful/handsome mans had to double check. He walked up to takemichi with a grin and said "michy who your friend?"

Takemichi introduced you two and you first thought he was going to break you in half for talking with takemichi. But were surprised when he just giggled and said " I like you, you're my friend now!".

You stood there like🕴

So fast forward you soon started to warm up to mikey and y'all became the best of friends. Y'all would be seen together almost every day and would cause trouble.

He just couldn't help but feel his heart flutter when you would smile or talk to him.

Mans was in loveee😩💕

He started forming a big crush on you which later led him to confess. You at first were shocked because you didn't think he would like you back. But you quickly accepted and you both started dating.

He would take you out to eat and take you to his favorite and secret spots or places. 

Would take you out to late night or early morning drives all around the city. You both would also get some dorayaki.

He would invite you to hang out with his friends and also to toman meetings.

He squeals when you cook him some of your culture's food for the first time. Mans felt like he was in food heaven because it all tasted so good. He would always look up to days when you feel like making some of your favorite cultural food.

Loves going to parties or special events/holidays. 

The food was so good he would literally get up to get his 5th plate. Your grandma loves him. He loves it when your grandma would cook him food and insisted that he eats more.[ which of course he does]

Your mom would literally show him your baby pictures while you're all embarrassed and trying to take the photo album away.

He would laugh and tease you but also say how adorable you are.

Would try to learn how to dance when he sees how much you like it. In every party he invited to your at least on the dance floor dancing.

So mans would learn just to dance with you💕

Would also try learning the language. He finds it cool and wants to learn to communicate with your family members.

Would get teased by draken seeing him learn all this because he loves you so much.

Would probably teach your younger siblings/cousins how to do his famous kick which results in you scolding him because now they do it all the time and one of them accidentally broke your mom's vase.

He would also listen to your funny childhood stories about you and your cousins which always have him laughing his ass off.

Would be so invested in the family chisme that he would literally sit there while eating some dorayaki😭

Loves it when you talk in your native language. Would literally sit there watching you talk to some family with heart eyes.

Little shit would smash your face in a cake on your birthday and laugh😁💖

Would hide about the fact that he's a gang leader since he doesn't want your parents to hate him or worry about your safety😕

He would beat the absolute shit out of someone if they ever dare to talk bad about you or the relationship.

Big fan of tres leches😩

Emma sano

Okay so bae had a crush on you for some time now. You were popular among your grade because of your kindness. So that resulted in Emma forming a big crush on you.

She would be blushing like crazy when you two would make eye contact or talk here and there. 

You found emma cute so you started talking to her more and you both became friends. Emma was thrilled to be friends with you but she wanted something more.

So she did everything she can to make you like her more than a friend but you already do😭

So when you confess to her in the most romantic way she immediately said yes.

You both started dating and you both were known as the cutest couple in school😚

So when she first met your family she was kinda nervous. She spent hours trying to find good clothes and getting ready for a good first impression. 

She even practice how to learn simple words in your language so she can communicate with your parents well if they didn't know Japanese🥺[love her💕]

Anyway your parents love her. She was so sweet and did her best in speaking their language which they appreciate.

Always invited to family events and cook outs🤞

You love scaring her with stories from your country💀

When you guys are at school you both would literally spill tea in your language while everyone else just watches like "wtf"

Big fan of reggaeton‼ she would literally be listening to daddy yankee or bad bunny while doing her makeup💅 [she also listen to other artists but this is her main two]

Babes also loves romeo santos 

She loves dancing bachata or cumbia with you‼ AND SHE GOOD AT IT TOO!!

learn how to cook your traditional dishes😋 you and her would be goofy around in the kitchen while cooking.

She would go hard on the pinata😭 like damn girl.

She would always let you do her hair🥺

You both would go on cute dates💕 

You call her cute nicknames which makes her blush when she knows the meaning. She would also do it to you too.

She loves the tea so expect her to be in listening to the family chisme💅

You both would team up when the pinata breaks.

Your younger siblings or cousins love her💖 she would always bring them sweets or food and she is also so sweet so your younger relatives always looked up to the days she visited.

Your happy your family and her get along<3

You would cuss tf out of someone if they ever disrespected her in any way.

Izana kurokawa 

Okay so y'all both met when you accidentally Bump into him which resulted in him dropping his drink that he just bought.

The moment you saw his gang uniform your soul left your body.

You apologize and apologize and bought him a new drink.

You apologize once more before going to leave but he grabs your wrist and you were scared but he only said.

"Thank you"

You were speechless like🕴

So anyway after that izana couldn't stop thinking about you.

He wanted to talk to you more but didn't know how since he didn't know your name or anything.

So he gave up.

But then one day he and Kakucho were hanging out in an arcade and he immediately recognized you when he saw you there.

He was surprised when you looked at their way and your eyes lit up. You quickly walked towards them but nothing prepared him for what was about to happen next.

"Omg kakucho? Is that you? It's been so long!"

Yep, turns out you were kakucho childhood friend. When you saw izana once again you were shocked. 

Anyway y'all started hanging out after you apologized for the hundredths time while izana just brushed it off.

You two became besties🤞

He felt comfortable in your presence and started developing a small crush on you which eventually turned into a big one.

So imagine his surprise when YOU decided to confess to him and say how much you like him.

He felt relieved that you felt the same and so you both started dating.

He would take you out on cute dates and bring you to tenjiku meetings.

So fast forward when he meets your family

He is nervous 

Like mans felt a little scared and didn't want to disappoint them😭

So when he first met your parents your dad was a little skeptical at first. But after some time your dad started warming up to izana.

Anyway your mom loves him. She would literally treat him like her kid and he was a little surprised at first but started loving it as time went by.

Your dad started treating him the same too. Often bringing him to do stuff like fix cars, bikes, or even little surprises for you and your mom.

Your family started treating him like he was a part of the family which made him shed a few tears.

The moment you found izana silently crying in his room you quickly rushed to him to ask what was wrong but only to be met with izana smiling.

You knew about his past and how his mom abandoned him and that he doesn't have any family. So when he saw how your family was treating him with love and care he couldn't help but cry.

You smiled while pulling him into a hug and giving him a kiss on his forehead💖

Anyway man is in love with you.

He loves helping out with decorating when it comes to party planning or for any family events.

He is good at cumbia and salsa😍[I JUST KNOW HE IS]

he is obsessed with your dancing skills like😍 when he saw you dance at a party he literally begged you to teach him.

Likes the spicy food you are cooking for yourself. Like you could be eating it and he would just take it away from you and you just stare like🤨

When he has to help with the pinata he loves giving the kids a hard time😭

You and him would go to war when the pinata breaks😍🤞

Except him to know all the chisme cuz he lives for it.

When he first started learning your native language you remember when he miss pronounced a word and you literally couldn't stop laughing for a good 5 minutes and he was soo embarrassed😭😭😭

Anyways he is always asking you to tell him more about your culture since he finds it very interesting and wants to know everything about you and your home country.

He would knock someone out if they ever think about saying something negative about you or your family.

He always promises on protecting you and your family since he now thinks of them as his own🥺

He very happy to have you in his life<3

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I swear if tumblr squeezes my words together one more time imma lose it😭