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connie x y/n date at the zoom🦙
Lions & Polar Bears
Pairing: connie x gn! reader
Summary: You and Connie go on a cute date to the zoo.
Genre: Fluffy af
Warnings: none
authors note: glad I am finally posting this. It's been in my drafts for months and wanted to send it out earlier, but writer's block and a bit of seasonal depression hit and I wanted to end it good.
okay and ngl, towards the end it’s really fluffy and totally cringe and cliche so I’m excited. also i'm pretty sure I used only gender neutral terms in regards to the reader, but if you catch something I missed just lmk :)
——— he's literally adorable-
“Babe, look at the wolves!” Connie gushes out to you and grabs your hand.
He’s been dying to go to the zoo lately, so he was ecstatic when you bought the tickets online to surprise him. Apparently it was the best gift you could’ve gotten him, as Connie turned into a kid going to Disneyland for the first time.
“I see, baby.” You smile at him and link your arms with him. A few people surrounded you, but thankfully you took a day off of work so it wouldn’t be as crowded as it would on a weekend. “What do you wanna go see see next?”
He hovers over your shoulder, glancing between the park map and the wolf enclosure. “The elephants are near by. Can we go see them?”
“Of course.”
Your local zoo was a popular tourist spot since it was also a rescue center for the animals, thankfully not just some poor creatures behind a steel fence.
It was pretty humid unfortunately, but you and Connie prepared. Both of you were twinning with a couple anime t-shirts and shorts with a pair of sunglasses.
He dragged you through the park, hand desperately clutching onto to yours in hope you’ll match his speed. “C’mon, slowpoke. Don’t make me carry you.”
“If you do in front of all these people, you can sleep with the polar bears tonight.”
“What’s the difference?”
He earned himself a light smack to the back of his buzzed head.
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It was around noonish by the time your stomach started growling. Between the sun, the humidity, and walking, plus the water bottles you stored in your little backpack were rapidly declining.
“Baby, we should find somewhere to eat real quick.” You tell him as the smell from the food stands started to waft in your nose.
“Weak.” He replied.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Most people don’t survive off of Oreos and a redbull.”
“Ugh, fine- whatever Mom.”
Connie laughed at the glare you sent his way. He wasn’t wrong though. He sure acted like a kid rather than an adult, but his goofy personality was what you liked about him. “Okay, okay, what do you want to eat?”
After various glances between the different food stands, you both decided on getting burgers, which made your stomach growl even more.
Connie came up behind you and placed a hand tenderly on your stomach, “Hey quiet that thing down, it’s gonna attract the animals.”
“Sorry, my handler hasn’t fed me yet.” You let out a giggle as Connie places a small kiss on your cheek.
“Let’s go, babe.”
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After a good meal of overpriced food, the hiking up the many hills of the zoo were no match for you two.
“You liked the elephants?” You asked and swung your clasped hand with his. He’s been in a great mood all day and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in yourself that you made the right choice in buying the tickets.
“Yes, you’re the best,” He gave you a kiss. “What do you wanna see?”
A confused look took over your face and your eyebrows raised from behind the lenses of your sunglasses.
“Uhh, it’s only like 2:00 pm…” You tell him. “Why do you think I spent the night at your place? I made sure I was going to wake your ass up early, babe. We’re gonna see everything.”
Connies brain felt like it was short-circuiting.
“You okay? You look liked you’re about to faint.”
His hand squeezed yours in response and he nods, a small tint of pink staining his cheeks. “Yeah.” He let out a small chuckle as you started dragging him toward the lion exhibit. “Never been better, actually.”
“C’mon! They have a show soon, let’s go watch.”
———
“This is Mila,” The zookeeper’s voice rang through the small headset from atop a podium. “She’s a lioness who was rescued from poachers about five years ago. We got a call from a rescue organization out there and we managed to send a team out to safely get her and her cubs out.”
The lioness sat comfortable on top of the large rock platform. Her eyes scanned the crowd of guests before sharply shifting her gaze to her cubs. The two smaller lions started nipping at each other playfully, definitely putting on a show for the crowd.
“They’ve grown a lot since they’ve been rescued, but a mother never stops being a mother.” The keeper laughs as Mila starts to trek towards them. The two quickly separated, their manes bustling with movement.
A deep and almost guttural noise echoed through the enclosure. Mila and the zookeepers attention shifted to the noise.
“How exciting, it looked like our male lion, Apollo, has woken up from his afternoon nap.”
“That’s something you two have in common.” You playfully elbow Connie in the ribs.
“Ha, you think you won, but I don’t see how being compared to a lion is bad.”
The crowd let out sounds of wonder as Apollo made his appearance. The lion stood strong with his large and dark mane.
“Apollo was transferred from another zoo due to issues with mating with another lioness. We were a bit nervous when he was relocated here, since we didn’t know how he would react to Mila and her cubs.”
While Connie pretty much had a front row seat, a few people started to trickle in closer and obstruct your vision, but you didn’t mind. He looked back towards you and pulled your arm to make you move closer as the crowd started to ‘aw’ at the lions. He pushed you in front of him so you could see what was going on.
A cub slowly emerged from under Apollo’s legs. The little cub seemed skittish from all the attention, but a slight bump from Mila encouraged her to move out from Apollo.
“As you can see, the two have bonded very well and had Serene. Normally, male lions won’t really take part in raising cubs, only seeing it as a the lionesses job. They mostly add protection and watch over the pride while the mothers go out to hunt. After Serene was born, he immediately showed signs of care, which surprised us, and he always has her in his sights. Talk about daddy’s little girl.”
“Dude, that’s so cute.” Connie wrapped his arms around your front and rested his chin on the top of your head.
As the show continued, the zookeeper gave out other information about the lions and Mila’s family.
“Hey, I think it’s ending soon.” Connie’s voice whispered in your ear. “Wanna beat the crowd and go check out the llamas?”
“Whatever you want to do, Connie.”
And with that, you both snuck out and headed for the llamas.
“Holy shit, they’re fluffy.” He gaped at the animals.
“Connie, there’s kids here.” You whispered as a few parents glanced in your direction at his profanity.
“So? Take them to Disneyland then. The animals won’t censor their lives, why should I?”
You shrugged off the glares, he did have a point. The pack of llamas and alpacas were sifting past each other behind the fence. The smell was… tolerable- kinda and globs of spit dribbled down some of their mouths. You decided it was safe to keep your distance.
“Would you like to pet him?” One of the handlers asked.
“Wait- yes, can I?” Connie asked.
You quickly take out your phone and snap a few pictures of Connie with the llama. His hand gently rubbed the furry muzzle and the llama bleated a bit at the touch. It was going great, until a large thick glob of spit trailed down Connie’s wrist and down his elbow.
“Careful-! Sorry, he’s drools a lot. Here’s a tissue.”
———
After many more hours of seeing the animal habitats, the sun started to set. The warm summer atmosphere started to glow dim with dark colors painting the sky. Torches and lamps illuminated the walk ways and guests were busy trying to catch the last shows and exhibits before closing.
“Babe, let’s go to the gift shop.” Connie drags you towards the small shop, like a little kid in a toy store… literally.
The shop was filled with souvenirs ranging from magnets, water bottles, and plushies. The cute jungle theme was spread throughout the store with bamboo flooring and vines hanging from the ceiling.
It’s only been a few months of you two dating, but you’ve both have been inseparable. There was never a dull moment with Connie. Weekends could either be going to a dive bar or watching Netflix with takeout, which both of you never minded. He was also treated you like royalty too, always opening the doors, complimenting you when you’re feeling down, fuck- even tying your shoes.
Your thoughts were interrupted when Connie shoved a monkey plushie in your face. Blinking your eyes to focus, you took in it’s abnormal appearance: wide body, small head, scrawny legs.
“Look how ugly this thing is!” He laughed and tossed it back in the basket with the others.
You chuckled at him and glanced at the other plushies. An adorable lion caught your eyes and you picked it up. The soft fuzz from the mane tickled your fingers. “You’re coming home with me.”
Connie bumped into you and you both made eye contact, a light blush heating up your faces. He cradled a polar bear plushie in his hands.
“That’s the one?” You asked, your gaze fixed on the stuffed animal.
His eyes never left you. “Y-yeah.”
After paying for both the plushies, it was finally time to go home. The plushies rested under your arm as the two of you walked back to Connie’s car hand in hand.
The other families were trailing slowly to the exit with exhausted kids sleeping in their parents arms and strollers.
“Thank you for today.” He said once you two reached the parking lot.
“Of course, baby.” You squeezed his hand tighter. “I’m glad you had fun.
“Nah, like…” Connie trailed off for a moment, biting his lip. “You don’t understand.”
Your head creaked to the side in confusion. “Understand what?”
“Fuck, like other people I’ve dated in the past never really enjoyed doing stuff like this.”
He walked you to the passenger door of his car.
"The zoo? Who doesn't like the-"
“Nah, they’ve always wanted to go clubbing every night or go to five star restaurants- and like don’t get me wrong, I like to go out and get fancy once in a while too.”
“But it’s draining. Overall it wasn't what you wanted to do, was it? Plus we’re young and broke, who can afford it in this economy?” You finished for him with a giggle.
A sigh of relief escaped him. “You get it.”
Your hand reached up and swiped through his hair. “I do. Wanna get Taco Bell on the way home?”
“Dammit, how are you-”
"So perfect for me," he wanted to say. “Fuck it, Y/n, I love you.”
Your breath hitched in your throat and Connie looked like he was about to pass out- again. A warmth flooded through your body and you couldn’t help the smile forming.
“I love you too.”
He was wide-eyed. “R-really? You aren’t just saying that cause I did? It’s okay if you don’t yet- or if you never do- wait…”
A loud laugh escaped you as he continued to ramble. “Connie, I love you too.”
Connie let out a heavy sigh. “That’s a relief, the drive home would’ve just been...” He whistled lowly.
You leaned up to kiss him. “Get in the car, I’m hungry again.”
————
Connie finally pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. The music was playing lowly in the background and his hand never left your thigh the entire drive. Taco wrappers and hot sauce packets littered the floor by your feet and both plushies resided with you under your seatbelt so they could be safe.
“Y/n, babe, wake up. We’re home.” He gently shook your sleeping form.
A grumbled left your lips, but you didn’t stir. Connie grabbed the trash and threw it out in a nearby bin then opened your door. He reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt. The two plushies found their way into your tiny backpack which Connie reluctantly put on.
“Come on, my little polar bear.” He laced your arms around his neck and edged you off the seat. Your legs wrapped around his torso and his arm secured itself under your butt to support you. You hummed into his neck, ever so grateful he was carrying you.
“Fuck, maybe I should’ve called you a koala instead.”
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Just Friends ~Jack Avery~
summary: jack doesn't like that he & the girl he's loved for years are never going to be more than just friends
word count: 1.7k
pairings: jack avery x reader
notes: based off THIS song. & yes, I still listen to the jonas brothers because they’re incredible af. italics are song lyrics. [this has been in my drafts for so long]
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there she goes again, the girl i'm in love with, it's cool we're just friends
Jack stood against the set of lockers as he watched y/n grab her belongings. He would do anything to prove how much he loved her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Their friendship was fairly new to him & he didn't want to scare her off, since he had waited almost 8 years to finally build up the nerve to talk to her.
"Hey, Jack, what are you doing after school today?" she asked him.
"N-nothing. Why?"
"My mom wants me to babysit my sister but I already made plans with Marcus. She said I could go on my date if I found a suitable replacement." y/n looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Will you do it, please?"
"Yeah, sure. Just, uh, don't stay out too late."
"I won't. Thank you so much, Jack. I owe you one." she smiled and walked down the hall to meet up with Marcus.
Marcus Devonshire. Jack envied him, not only because he had y/n, but because he was too nice to hate. Not one person in school had a bad thing to say about Marcus, and it absolutely irritated Jack.
"Yo, earth to Jack." a hand waved in front of his face & he zoned back in, not realizing he had actually zoned out. He looked up to see his best friend standing in front of him.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"I asked if you had plans after school."
"Yeah, I actually do."
"Really? What are you even doing?"
"I'm babysitting y/n's sister so she can go on her date with Marcus."
"That girl has you wrapped around her finger. It's been, what, 8 years of pining? When will you give up that idea?"
"Because, Gavin, she's been the object of my affection for 8 years & I'm working on a plan to get her to fall in love with me."
"It's never gonna work." Gavin rolled his eyes. In reality, he really wanted Jack & y/n to get together but he felt that if he added more wood to the fire, Jack would mess something up.
Later that night, Jack walked up to y/n's house and knocked. When she answered the door, Jack suddenly forgot what he was doing there.
"Hey, Jack. You're early."
"I know. I had nothing else to do so I thought I'd come over & maybe we could hang out a little before you go on your date."
"Okay, sure. That sounds like fun." she opened the door more and let him in. They walked through her house and went into the back room.
"So, where is Marcus taking you tonight?"
"Just to dinner and a movie. Our anniversary is this weekend but he's going out of town with his parents so we're celebrating tonight."
"Anniversary, huh? How long?"
"2 years." she looked up at him and smiled.
"He's a pretty lucky guy, you know."
"You really think so?"
"Of course." he looked at her quickly before turning his attention back to the tv screen. "I guess you're pretty lucky too. He's probably the nicest person I've ever met."
"Yeah, he really is." she looked at her phone. "Will you help me pick out an outfit for tonight?"
"Y-yeah sure. Why not."
"Perfect." she stood up and walked into her room. Jack followed and took a quick look around. He had only been in her room 2 times before & this time it just felt different. "Okay, since it's a simple dinner and movie, which of these do you think fits the tone better?"
Jack looked over at her as she held the outfits up to her body. "I like the white ripped jeans with the purple crop top & black jacket. But the sundress and the jean jacket look good too. If you want to impress him, the jeans and the crop top combo should do the trick."
"Alright. Yeah. That looks perfect. Thanks, Jack."
"No problem. He smiled as she headed into her bathroom to change. Jack looked around her room again and took in all the trophies she won in the past. Most of them were for gymnastics but the last few were from cheerleading competitions. She always had multiple scholastic awards placed on her walls and shelf. It was like she was the female version of Marcus, proving they were perfect together.
"Okay. I really like this outfit." she walked out of the bathroom and spun around to show Jack.
"Looks cute, y/n."
"Thank you for all your help tonight, Jack." she looked at him and smiled. "There's one more thing I need your help for. You can say no if you want."
"What is it?"
"Do you know how to do a french braid?"
"Yeah. I actually do." he chuckled. "Kind of a benefit of having so many sisters."
"Will you do my hair into a french braid? I never get it right." she went over to her vanity and sat down. Without hesitation, Jack stood behind her and began working on her hair.
They say the most intimate thing you can do with your significant other is wash their hair and even though he wasn't washing it, and she wasn't his significant other, Jack had never felt more intimate with anyone before.
"There. All done." he placed the tie on the end of the braid and let her admire his work.
"Wow. This is incredible." she turned to him and hugged him. "The whole outfit is tied together now. Thank you. I owe you."
"That's two things you owe me now." he held up two fingers and laughed. "Pay me back whenever you want to."
"It'll be soon, I promise." she smiled. "So what are yours and April's plans for Valentine's Day?"
"April? Oh no. We're not together."
"Really? I just thought you were since you're with her more than you're with Gavin."
"Nope. I am very much single." he chuckled. "Plus, she's Gavin's sister and that would be weird."
"Hmm, I might know someone you could date."
"Really? Who?"
"My friend Lexi. She lives two towns over and hasn't had a steady boyfriend in a while. She's pretty & I think you two would make a very attractive couple."
"As much as I appreciate the offer, I have my eyes set on someone already?"
"Oh, really? Does she go to our school?"
"Yes she does." he looked up at her and smiled as she tried to think of who it could be.
"Jessica Lambert?"
"Nope."
"Marissa Robinson?"
"No. I can't tell you who it is because you know her & she has a boyfriend so if word got out that I liked her, her boyfriend would kill me."
"Oh, please? Your secret will be safe with me, I promise."
"No can do. Sorry. Only Gavin knows and that's the way it's going to stay."
"You're no fun." y/n faked a pout and looked at her phone. "Marcus is on his way. Let's go downstairs." Jack followed her back down to the living room. "Since Delia isn't home yet, you can just chill here. But I'll be back around 10:30, I promise." y/n took one last look at him before stepping outside & getting into Marcus' car. Delia walked in a few minutes after y/n left and she smiled when she saw Jack waiting for her. Their mom informed him that she'd be out all night, and then she left.
A few hours later, Delia was asleep & Jack was alone again. He checked his phone constantly to see what time it was.
10:45 pm & y/n still wasn't home. Jack began to worry. At 11, he decided he should try to call her. Just as he pulled up her contact, his phone started ringing & her picture flashed across his screen. He answered before it rang again.
"Hey. Where are you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I was just calling to tell you I'd be home in half an hour."
"Okay. Why so late?"
"We just, uh, lost track of time. I'll tell you more when I get home, alright?"
"Alright. Please be safe." he hung up before he could hear her response. 11:30 rolled around and y/n slowly walked into the house. She nearly screamed when she saw Jack.
"Jesus, Avery. Give a girl some warning, would ya?"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's alright." she smiled and walked into the living room. "How was your night?"
"Surprisingly fun. Delia and I played hide-and-seek for a while & then we drew some pictures."
"Did she get you to play dolls with her?
"Yeah. And it was fun."
"Wow. She's got you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?"
"It sure seems that way, huh?" he chuckled and looked at her. "I guess that's just something you two have in common."
"Hmm, what do you mean?"
"You know I'd do anything for you, right? Like, there's no request too silly or stupid that I wouldn't do for you."
"Oh, right." she looked at him. "Yeah, you're in love with me."
"What? No I'm not."
"You can't lie to me, you know."
"Okay, fine." Jack sighed and looked at her. "You're my friend but sometimes, I wish you were more than that. No, I take that back. It's not just sometimes, it's all the time. Every single day for the last 8 years. It's been torture for me to see you with Marcus & it's so much harder because he's literally the best person ever. I hate it. I hate that he got you first. I hate that he's so nice. Most importantly, I hate that I can't hate him. It's just not fair."
"Jack, why didn't you tell me? Things would be so different than they are now."
"I know. And I'm sorry I had to tell you tonight. I just felt that I needed to let it out, since it's been locked inside for 8 freaking years." he stood up and walked towards the door. "It's cool that we're just friends."
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Lil’s Lucifer/Forsaken AU one-shot: The Lucky Mortal part 1
Warning : English is not my first language so sorry if it's confusing ! 😅
Warning 2: One-shot wrote with the help of an AI.
Hey everyone, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! :D
And to celebrate this new year, here’s the first part of a Lil’ Lucifer AU one-shot that I wrote with the help of a AI and which take place in @camodielsart ‘s Forsaken AU! ^^
Hope you’ll all gonna like it! ^^
Lil’ Lucifer/casino cups AU belong to @brightgoat and @camodielsart
Forsaken AU belong to @camodielsart
Cuphead belong to Studio MDHR
The OC in this one-shot belong to me.
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It was a late night at "The Tuneful Nightingale", one of the most popular bars in Inkwell Isle.
A peaceful and joyful ambiance was in the establishment, an ambiance encouraged by the soft music of the band on stage as the customers were happily wandering at their occupations.
It was the kind of atmosphere that Aya Luckystar liked with this bar.
A perfect atmosphere for a poker night, a poker night she will win without a doubt.
After all, she wasn’t known as “Fortuna” for nothing.
"Ahh...so nice..." Aya licked her lips with a smile after taking another sip from her glass of white wine.
She stared at the other players around the game table, all of them focused on their deck, not paying any attention to her expression.
It wasn't like it was going to be of any use, it didn't matter what her face reflected, the winner was already known and they knew it.
The only thing that matters is how much cash she will take home tonight.
Inkwell Isle has many casinos and gambling establishments where "Fortuna" was a frequent visitor, so she knew almost every card games and knew how to win at said card games.
And all that thanks to a bit of "luck".
Luck? Yes, luck. Luck to make money. If you have enough of it, then making cash becomes so easy.
Not even a casino's security can stop you.
But a lot of people don't understand why some people are sometimes lucky when others are less, or why some people are just unlucky.
But in Aya's case? Luck was her biggest and most powerful weapon! Whatever she does, Lady Luck is in a good mood and Aya always succeeds.
She was just outrageously lucky and not just with her actions but also with her looks with her shiny golden hair, her eyes as blue as the sea, her perfectly hourglass shaped body and porcelain skin.
A bunch of physical traits which were very present among her family members, as well as the habit to always succeed in whatever they decide to do.
You could guess that the Luckystar family were known to be "blessed with luck".
Well, that's why they were called the “Luckystars”.
So...what did Aya want to do tonight?
Well, she wanted to play a little bit more, no big deal. She will win anyway.
As she was focusing on her cards, wondering what she will do with her win of tonight, something get her attention, at the bar counter, "luckily" right beside her table game.
Two male toons were at the counter, which wasn't surprising since a good majority of Inkwell Isle's population was anthropomorphic animals and objects.
But something about those two men seemed... off...
They were both sheeps, lambs specifically, one had a cream colored fur with amber eyes and was wearing a dark red suit, while the other one, the tallest of the two, had a fluffier fur colored with a lighter shade than his companion’s, his eyes were brown and was wearing a brown suit.
The two were just sitting at the counter in silence and, from Aya's observation, she could tell that the two male lambs seemed to be tired and depressed.
"What's wrong with those two?" Aya mentally asked herself rhetorically as the bartender arrived at her table and asked the players if they wanted anything else.
"No thanks," Aya politely said while looking at the two sheeps and still keeping an eye on her cards.
Now she thinks about it, she didn't think she saw those two lambs before, the town was small so remembering someone's face was easy.
Maybe they were from another Isle?
There are several isles around Inkwell Isle, after all.
"What do we got here?" Aya thought as she turned her gaze away from the lambs and focused on the cards.
The other players finally decided to play and Aya mentally smirked at the cards they threw on the table.
Just like she predicted, this round was going to be child's play!
During the poker game, the young woman kept an eye on the male lambs, she couldn't really hear their conversation as they were whispering to each other, however, "luckily", she managed to catch their names.
Apparently, their names were "Uriel" for the one with amber eyes and "Gabriel" for the tallest one.
"Interesting" Aya thought and then she looked back at her cards, trying to find a good hand.
Two lambs with angel names, they must be from a religious family to had such "convenient names".
"I wonder if they had siblings with also angel names like “Michael” or “Raphael”?" Aya playfully wondered as she continued to play.
Despite the fact that she was playing against three other players, she didn't care too much about them and focused only on her own cards.
The game was about to come to an end and the players were one by one deciding if they were gonna raise or fold.
It was about to be Aya's turn when a commotion coming from the bar counter brought her attention.
The two lambs she noticed earlier were having a bad altercation with two oaf looking men, one of the lambs, Uriel, was on the floor holding his nose, probably from a punch given by one of the two men in front of them
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"Enough!" The other lamb, Gabriel, shouted, "Leave me and my brother alone!"
"He deserved it!" The man who punched Uriel replied.
"You were the one who started it!" Gabriel shouted back.
"Well, maybe your bro over there wouldn't have been hit if you two didn't act like pompous, snobbish bastards!" The second oaf looking man sneered at the tall lamb.
"Why you..."
Aya looked at the argument with a frown on her face, she know those two men, they were regulars of "The Tuneful Nightingale", they were two annoying thugs who had the bad habits to come at the bar to drown themself in alcohol and cause problems for the other customers.
And tonight they decided to mess with those two lambs.
"Welp! Better intervene before things get really ugly!" Aya decided as she stood up from the table.
"-I'll raise!" The young woman declared as she throwed her deck on the table, the other players stared, stunned, at the cards.
Four aces, a Quads!
"Four of a kind! The winner of this game is Miss Fortuna!" The croupier, M. Victor, announced as the other players groaned in frustration.
Another victory for Fortuna!
"Well, ladies and gentlemen! This was a good game, now if you'll excuse me, I'm needed elsewhere!" Aya said, a little smirk on her face."Oh M. Victor? Could you please do the usual and send the money to my bank please?"
"Of course Miss Fortuna! It will be done right away!" The croupier nodded.
"Good, thank you! Have a good night!" She thanked him and walked towards the counter right to the two arguing groups.
"Oh my! What a surprise!" The young woman exclaimed, acting happily surprised, getting the attention of both groups."Gabriel! Uriel! You? there? I can't believe it! It's been so long!"
The two lambs stared at her confused.
"What?... Who?... How do you know?..." Gabriel asked, confused.
"Who am I? Oh, you silly! It's me Aya! Aya Luckystar! It's so nice to see you again, Gabriel! It's been ages!" The young woman greeted the taller lamb by hugging him.
Gabriel just stared at her confused, Aya then turned toward Uriel and feigned a shocked gasp at the other lamb's state.
"Oh my god! Uriel what happened to your nose? Are you alright?" She asked, acting concerned before extending her hand."Here! Let me help you!"
She took his hand and helped a very confused Uriel to stand up.
"I... am... Fine... Uh... Thanks?" The other lamb said, confused.
"Wait! Hold up a moment! You know those two bozos, Fortuna?" One of the thugs asked.
"BOZOS?!" Both male lambs exclaimed outraged.
"Why yes I know them!" Aya quickly interjected."Gabriel and Uriel are two old friends of my parents!"
"They don't look like they recognize you though!" The other thug pointed, sceptical.
"Ah! That's because the last time we saw each other was years ago! I was way younger back then so it’s not surprising they had difficulties to recognize me!” The young woman giggled while giving discret winks to Gabriel and Uriel.
The two lambs were still looking at her confused, wondering what this woman they never met once in their lives, despite her claims, was doing.
When they saw her giving them secret winks, their eyes got a bit wide as they finally understood the situation.
She was putting on an act to fool the two thugs!
"-Yes, of course! Little Aya! I remember now! How could I forget?" Gabriel exclaimed, acting, a bit nervous, as if he happily suddenly remembered knowing the young woman."You really grew up since the last time we saw you!"
"-Uh, yeah! It's really great to see you again! How are your parents doing by the way?" Uriel asked, putting on the same act as Gabriel.
"Fine, fine! They are doing good and I'm living here at Inkwell Isle 2, working as a history researcher and... and..." She said, faking a cough before continuing," Oh excuse me I got a bit carried away! We just have SO much to talk about! How about you come with me? My car is parked in front of the bar, we can go to my home where we could catch up. What do you think?"
The two lambs looked at each other before looking back at Aya's face.
"...Sure..." Uriel said, a bit hesitant. "Let's go."
"Great!" She happily answered before turning toward the two thugs."Of course, you don't have any objections we take our leave, right?" She asked the two men innocently as she fluttered her eyelashes at them.
The two thugs looked at her, uncertain, on one hand they wanted to object and "settled scores" with the two lambs but on the other hand this was Fortuna! THE lucky gambler! She was a very well known and respected customer at "The Tuneful Nightingale" and her reputation brought to the bar more customers who come, whenever she came, to see if her abilities as an unbeatable gambler was living up to her reputation which meant more juicy profits for the bar's owner.
By so, if anyone tried to mess with Fortuna, it was obvious whose side the bar's owner would take.
"Oh, sure! Absolutely, no problem! Go ahead!" The first thug answered, a bit reluctantly.
"Yeah, what he said!" The second thug agreed, also reluctantly.
"Thank you so much!" Aya said with a happy smile and grabbed both Gabriel's and Uriel's arms."Well then, let's go!"
The three begin to walk toward the bar's exit, leaving the two irritated thugs behind.
"Just stay silent and keep walking with me until we are in my car!" Aya discreetly whispered to the two lambs."Better not give those two idiots any occasion to be suspicious!"
Uriel and Gabriel nodded at her and kept walking with her in silence toward the exit.
After they walked out of the bar, Aya stopped and turned toward them."Alright! Right here!" She said, opening the door of her car, a black Delage D8-120. "Hop on!"
Without saying a word, the two male lambs got in the car, Aya was about to get in the conductor seat when M. Victor came out from the bar and walked toward her.
"Miss Fortuna? It was to tell you that the transfer of the money to the bank was done! The bank employees also wanted me to tell you that the "usual procedure" with a part of the money will be done!" The croupier announced to Aya.
"Great! Thank you for telling me!" The young woman thanked and smiled at him.
"With pleasure Miss! I am sure the town's hospital and orphanage are going to appreciate your donations very much!"
From inside the car, Gabriel's and Uriel's, who listened to the exchange, eyes went wide in confusion.
Donations? Hospital? Orphanage?
"As I think so! Good night M. Victor! Give my greetings to your wife by the way!" Aya told M. Victor.
"I will! Goodnight to you too Miss Fortuna!" The croupier nodded at her in salutation before walking back in the bar.
Smiling satisfied, the young woman entered her car and sat down on the conductor seat.
She then turned toward the two lambs.
"Alright! Let's get this show on the road!" She said with a bright smile and started driving the car toward the main street of Inkwell Isle 2.
For a while, the ride was going in silence, none of the two lambs daring to say a word while Aya was focused on the road.
But then, after some minutes of silence, Gabriel finally spoke up.
"Hum... Thank you for having helped us earlier! You weren't forced to do it, especially since we are strangers to each other but, still, thank you!" He said, hesitantly.
"No problem! I'll always be happy to help someone in need!" Aya answered with a cheerful voice.
"Right! Well, anyways..." Gabriel continued, clearing his throat. "We were wondering, uh..."
"What was that you were talking about with this croupier earlier?" Uriel asked the young woman with a direct tone."About making donations to a hospital and an orphanage with gambling money?"
"Uriel!" Gabriel warned his brother through gritted teeth, not wanting to be rude toward someone who helped them.
But, luckily for them, Aya didn't seem to be bothered at all.
"Hmm? Oh yeah! Donations! I was talking about a donation to the town's hospital and to an orphanage!" She answered, casually.
"With gambling money?"
"Yep!"
"How did you manage to do that?" Gabriel asked, baffled."Even if you're a regular of this place, you aren't that wealthy are you?"
"Well..." Aya answered, thinking for a moment.
Both lambs stared at her in apprehension, waiting for an answer.
"Let's just say I am just very lucky!" She finally told them.
Gabriel and Uriel stared at her stunned.
" "Just very lucky"? " Gabriel asked, not believing what he was hearing.
"Just very lucky!" Aya confirmed with a smile.
"I don't understand... What do you mean by 'lucky'? How can you be lucky enough to donate so much money to charity?" Uriel asked, puzzled.
"Oh, it's easy!" Aya playfully said as the car drove out from the city and drove on a road through mountains.
She adjusted her hair to be more comfortable while driving and Gabriel could've sworn he saw for a few seconds a sort of stylized clubs shaped birthmark on the back of her neck before it was hidden by the seat back.
"You see, for generations my family has always been extremely lucky! We are lucky in our looks, we are lucky to succeed in any projects we make, anything we do or experience in life is blessed by luck! You can say it’s our innate gift!" The woman cryptically explained.
"You mean..." Uriel began, but was interrupted by Aya.
"Exactly! As you can imagine, being so lucky, my family has accumulated quite a lot of wealth over the centuries! Not only that, but we are also very generous people and we like helping others in need!"
"Alright, but why gambling though?" Uriel pressed." Why taking risks by trying to accumulate what is "dirty money" for donating? Wouldn't it have been easier to just donate a part of your salary? You said it yourself: you and your family are lucky in every way so I guess you had yourself a very well paid job, so why?
Aya thought for a moment before answering.
"Because it's fun! And because it makes me feel good!"
"Hm..." Uriel said, confused.
"I'll explain!" Aya said, with a light laugh." To be honest there's a few reasons why I'm using my luck to win at gambling, firstly, like you pointed out, many gambling establishments manage their business regarding money in a shady way and use shady methods when someone own them money and most people go there with the hope to win "easy money" for their personal gains, so this made me wondering: since thanks to my luck I always win, why not using this advantage to win a lot and turn this "dirty money" into "useful money" by giving a big part of my wins to those who truly need it?"
"That's very noble of you!" Gabriel said, impressed.
"Why thank you! My other reason behind my actions is because it's fun! For some time now, I have been feeling bored of my life and I thought that maybe this is something I can try to spice things up a bit and gambling turned out to be the thing that spiced things up! Not because of the adrenaline of the uncertainty about winning or losing, of course, since my luck makes me never lose, but because of the excitement to create and find strategies to use to win and also about how much I can bet until the game ends! It’s a “win-win” situation for everyone: I use my luck in a way which is very beneficial for those who are in need, the gambling establishments gain more customers because of my reputation and I get the excitement I searched for!”
"That's... a very interesting logic!" Gabriel said with hesitation."I'm not sure if I agree, but still it's interesting ."
"Hehe! Thank you!" Aya said, smiling.
"But aren’t you at least a bit concerned about the risks of being carried away because of this luck?" Uriel asked seriously."I mean, with a luck like this one there's always risks that it'll go to your head!"
"Oh, don't worry! I know how to control myself!" The woman assured him."Besides, I have been raised to always stay humble regarding my luck and to always make sure this luck is also beneficial for those around me! We Luckystars had a mindset regarding karma and it's that pushing your luck too much and letting hubris blind you and disregard your peers always make karma come collect it's debt!" She ended up on a cryptic note.
Gabriel and Uriel looked at her puzzled at this declaration but decided to not comment.
After some minutes, the car arrived at Inkwell Isle 3 and stopped in front of a little house hidden among few trees and mountains.
"Here we are! If I'm not wrong this is where you two live right?" Aya asked as they got out of the car.
"Yes! This is our place inde-..." Uriel begins to say before stopping on his tracks and looking at her confused and suspicious."Wait a minute! How did you guess on what Isle we live and where our house is? We never told you!"
"Well since the bar was on Inkwell Isle 2, that it was pretty late and you two apparently came by foot, I guessed you were probably living on Inkwell Isle 3 since it's the nearest Isle from where "The Tuneful Nightingale" was!" The young woman simply explained in a happy voice."As for how I found your house, well, it was "pure luck"!" She giggled a little.
"Oh..." Gabriel said, not knowing what to think about her answer." Well, anyway, thank you for having given us a ride back home and thank you again for having helped us back at the bar! It was nice to met you Miss...?" He asked as he extended his hand toward her.
"Aya! Aya Luckystar!" She answered with a bright smile as she took Gabriel's hand to shake it and after that shaked Uriel's too."It was also a pleasure to meet you M. Gabriel and M. Uriel!"
She was talking to them with a kind voice and happy smile and despite the darkness of the night, a halo of light seemed to radiate from her and illuminate her face.
"So bright..." The two lambs thought in confusion.
"Well, I should take my leave now! I hope we will see each other again in the future!" Aya happily said as she got back in her car.
"We hope too! Goodnight and have a safe drive!" Gabriel said calmly.
"Thank you! Goodnight to you too!"
Uriel and Gabriel looked as Aya was driving and the car left in the night, reflecting on how weird this night and unexpected meeting with this woman had been.
Then, once she was far enough, Uriel spoke up.
"Hm..." He began. "I wonder if... She really is lucky... or if... She just says so to sound smart..."
"I... Don't think she was bluffing!" Gabriel replied."I mean, the fact she was able to hear our names at the bar by luck and was also able to find our hideout by luck are proofs enough!"
"Well thankfully, she didn't find out that we are archangels "by luck"!" Uriel sighed as he and Gabriel made their wings appeared.
Gabriel couldn't help but agree with his brother's statement, even if the Almighty forsaken them and Heaven was destroyed, the remaining archangels couldn't just walk around in the mortal realm with their wings visible and reveal their existence to mortals.
What if by finding out about their existence, the mortals also find out about Heaven's destruction and about God having abandoned this world? This would more than certainly cause a massive panic and would end up in disasters after disasters.
That's why Gabriel's group made sure to keep their angelical identity a secret from mortals no matter what, so that the surprisingly very lucky mortal woman didn't find out that they were angels was a blessing in disguise.
"However, there was something strange about her..." Gabriel reflected."Remember this strange bright aura we saw coming from her a few minutes ago? It felt... Familiar? Something I didn't felt for a VERY long time! In fact ever since..."
Both archangels reflected in silence for a few minutes before something in their mind made them connect the dots, their eyes becoming wide.
"LUCIFER'S BLESSING!!!" They yelled in realization as they looked at each other.
***
Long, long times ago, back when the angel of Light was still in Heaven, God summoned the angels to give them an important task.
"My children! The time for you to do your first task as angels had come! Go down in the mortal realm and give a blessing to a mortal who you will judge worthy of it!"
The young angels were all surprised by this sudden order. It was a rather big task to perform. But they knew it was God's wish and they obeyed.
"We will do the honour of accomplish this task father!"
The young angels then left Heaven for the mortal realm, each of them searching for a mortal to give a blessing.
Among them, Lucifer, the angel of Light, searched to find a mortal to bless.
Unfortunately, his searching was not very successful, most of the mortals he found not being worthy to receive a blessing in his eyes.
Lucifer became frustrated and disappointed. He began to ask God why he give him this task that seemed so unimportant.
But God was wise and understood. Lucifer's anger and disappointment was because this task was not easy and told his son to keep searching and be patient and that he will end up finding a mortal who he will saw as worthy to receive his blessing.
Lucifer did obey and continued to search for a worthy mortal but without success. After some time, Lucifer got tired from his frustrating search and thought that God would soon notice his failure. But God didn't.
The angel of Light was near a river, still searching for a worthy mortal to bless, when he found a mortal near the river.
The mortal was a young boy, all dirty and wearing rags.The boy looked like he hadn't eat for a long time and seemed to search for gold in the river.
Glancing at the boy's basket, Lucifer noticed it was empty.
This get the young angel's interest and decided to get the child's attention.
"Are you in search for gold child?" Lucifer asked the boy in a curious tone.
The boy turned to Lucifer, with fear in his eyes, he kneeled down before the angel, not daring to look at him in the eyes.
"Oh great angel of the Lord! Please excuse this lowly one for being in front of you in a such miserable state!" The boy declared, intimidated."I am indeed searching for gold, my village is plagued by famine and poverty and I was hoping to find gold to help them!"
At this declaration, Lucifer's interest grown bigger.
Could this mortal be the one he was searching?
Lucifer had to know. So, he kneeled down to the child and asked him more questions.
"To help your village you say? You do not attend to keep everything to yourself should you find gold do you?"
Shocked by the questions, the child lifted his head to look at the angel with wide eyes.
"No! I would never! Why improve my life when everyone around me would still live miserably? If I would be lucky enough to live well then my village should be able to live well as well!" He exclaimed with determination before remembering who was in front of him and lowered his eyes.
"But why do you search for gold to help your village then?" Lucifer asked once again, curious on what the mortal would answer.
"Because we can only survive a few months in such times and if we do not find any gold, then my village will starve! I don’t want this to happen, something must be done and I want to help"
"And until now you haven't been lucky enough to find any gold, am I right child?"
"Y-yes! Until now I had not even found a single piece of gol!" The boy whispered and lowered his head a little more.
"And yet you have not given up right?"
"I can't give up! My village need this gold and even if I'm unlucky I will keeping on searching precious resources to help them!"
Lucifer looked at the young boy, finally he found a mortal worthy to get his blessing!
"Unlucky you said?" The young angel commented in reflection."Tell me child, what is your name?"
"I am called Asher oh! Angel of the Lord!" The child answered in respect.
"No family name?"
"No, I am an orphan and grew up alone!"
"Well, Asher, you are a truly brave soul my child! Brave and selfless!" Lucifer praised before getting closer to the boy to look into his eyes.
"And brave and selfless souls like you deserve to be rewarded!"
Lucifer then put two fingers on the confused boy's forehead and a few seconds later, the child found himself wrapped in a bright light.
Once the light faded away, they boy was now changed.
His hair, previously ash blond and dirty, were now smooth and shiny golden locks as if they were made of light.
His eyes went from gray to magnificent blue eyes which were like two sapphires.
His skin once covered by dirt and scars was now flawless and fair as porcelain.
And on his forehead was now a mark looking like a stylized clubs.
From a dirty poor child, Asher now looked like a little prince in rags.
The young boy, shocked and confused by those changes, stared at the angel of Light, not being able to say a word.
Lucifer smiled at the child before announcing formally.
"Young Asher! For your strong desire and determination to help your village despite the odds, I, Lucifer, angel of Light, judged you worthy to receive my blessing! And by so, I bless you with an endless luck! From an unlucky orphan, you are now the luckiest mortal in this world! Every act of yours, every decision you take, everything about you, no matter what, is and will be blessed by luck! From now on, thanks to this blessing, you will never know unluck ever again!"
The boy's eyes went wide.
"And as for now, you should be known as "Asher Luckystar"! May this blessing permit you to accomplish your wish to get your village out of poverty and misery!"
The boy raised his head and looked at the angel in amazement.
"Thank you so much my angel! I will try my best to fulfill this blessing!" He said and bowed at the angel respectfully.
"I am sure you will! But listen to me carefully, you have been granted eternal luck for you and your possible future descendants but the gift of luck is not just given, you will have to work hard to stay deserving of this blessing! Should you, or any possible future descendant of your, end up abusing of this luck and use it selfishly instead of sharing it by helping others in addition of improving your life, you will receive hard karmic retributions, am I understood child?" Lucifer warned Asher, seriously.
"Of course! I will always share my blessing with those around me, I promise! I will do everything in my power to improve my life and my village’s! And if I ever get a family, I'll make sure they, and all future family members who would come after, always do the same!"
Lucifer smiled.
"Very good young Asher! Now go and begin to use this new blessing! May it give you and your peers a bright future!"
Nodding, the young boy stood up and bowed deeply to the angel of Light as if he were thanking the sky or thanking God for his blessings.
After the boy left, Lucifer returned to Heaven, satisfied to have accomplished his task.
As for the boy now known as Asher Luckystar, as soon as the angel left, the young boy got back in his search for gold and, thanks to his new blessed luck, found what he was searching for while searching in a cave he found by luck.
But inside of this cave, he didn't just found gold, he also found silver, copper, bronze and many kind of gems.
Without wasting anymore time, the child quickly run back to his village to warn everyone about his finding, when the boy bring the villagers to the cave, all of them celebrated in joy.
The cave Asher found was a real ledge of precious metals and gems, there was enough for the village to survive and continue to live for a very long time.
And this thanks to Asher and his holy luck.
Years after Asher became blessed, the village was now thriving with money and trades, the boy began to participate in his village's trades and, thanks to his luck, earned a good living.
And even though Asher had become an extremely rich child and his life improved highly, he was generous and always shared his blessing with his village.
As time passed, Asher grown up into a successful young man who, thanks to his trade business and luck, made his village prosperous.
He marked his town's history, everyone in the town knew the name of Asher Luckystar and his blessed luck which he used to help others.
Even after his passing, his legacy lived through his descendants who inherited his luck and got very good and successful lives as well while staying humble and sharing their luck with others just like Asher had done during his lifetime.
This blessing keep on passing in the Luckystar family for generations, even after Lucifer's rebellion against God, even though Lucifer was punished, exiled from Heaven with his followers and sent to a lower realm, his blessing luck still remained in Earth and continued to grant its good fortune to the Luckystars as long as they continued to be good and share their good luck with other people.
***
"This tale is not just part of our town's history, it's also an important part of our family's history and legacy!" Aya's grandmother told one day to a, back then, very young Aya as she finished telling the tale of their family.
Like most of the members of the Luckystar family, Aya's grandmother was an very beautiful woman who was lucky to aging well, looking younger than her actual age and being very healthy.
As the Luckystar family's matriarch, Aya's grandmother took their family's legacy and their blessed luck very seriously and like her parents and her grandparents before her, she taught to her children, grandchildren and other younger members of the family the importance of the Luckystar's legacy.
Aya, as usual, listened very intently and attentively to her grandmother who, as usual, talked more than necessary.
"And this blessing keeps on living today and will keep living through future generations of Luckystars as long as our family stay worthy of it! A very few of us in our family's history ignored the importance of our legacy and abused of their luck in very selfish and because of that they paid the price deeply"
The little girl's head nodded in agreement at her grandmother's statement.
"But our family has learned from past mistakes!" Her grandmother went on "And we try our best to be worthy of this blessed luck which is meant to be a blessing for others and not just for ourselves! Do you understand sweety?"
"Yes Grandmother!" The young girl said, with big eyes filled with wisdom, a rare sight to see from a little child.
"I will always make sure to remember and respect our family's legacy and blessing, I promise!"
***
Aya hummed happily as she stepped out of her car, she was wearing a black flapper dress with black, high heels shoes, a pearl necklace, a pair of long black gloves and a white feather boa.
Her hair were stylized in a marcel wave hairstyle, her face had a light eye make up and her red ruby lips were smiling as she was standing in front of the Devil's casino.
It was early evening and for her next "gambling night" decided to go to Inkwell Isle 3 at the casino of none other than the Devil, king of Hell, former angel of Light Lucifer and former angel behind her family's blessing.
Going to this casino was risky, she know that, the owner was the being who give to her family their blessed luck so whatever which could happened there was uncertain and potentially dangerous.
But the temptation, she couldn't resist it!
After all, what better place to use her luck than a casino owned by the devil himself?
Aya had to admit that she felt very excited! For her, gambling was fun, exciting and this casino was going to be the best place to go gamble and get a ton of money.
After all, she know a good bunch of small business in financial difficulties who would be more than to recieve some investments as help.
And to her luck, tonight the casino organized a special dance night so not only she will had a nice gambling night, winning a big ton of money to donate to small business in need and she will had fun dancing.
Once again: a win-win situation.
Aya smiled as she walked toward the casino, meanwhile, inside the casino, the Devil himself was in his office, working on some documents he had to give King Dice once he was done when he felt something... Weird...
An unknown energy was nearby, an energy which, for strange reasons, was familiar(?) to him.
Lucifer looked up from his desk, frowning at the source of the energy, it was coming straight toward his casino, and Lucifer was sure it was coming from...
"Hm?" Lucifer said and raised an eyebrow, for some reason he knew who it was, he knew this feeling, from a very long time ago, but it couldn't be.
It was literally centuries ago! It couldn't be HIM! HE, more than probably, passed away for ages, so who could be...?
Lucifer reflected in silence for a moment before a grin appeared on his face.
Wondering the identity of the one behind this energy doesn't right now, because whoever this energy belongs to is coming right into his casino, he is gonna find out very soon.
He will see what to do next once he get the bottom of this.
Now all he has to do is wait and see.
*To be Continued*
#lil' lucifer au#lil lucifer au#forsaken au#cuphead au#cuphead dont deal with the devil#original character#lucifer#uriel#archangel gabriel#one-shot#fanfiction#fanfic#the lucky mortal#ai helped to wrote this
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I saw your lets play post so I guess this is a confession? Lol i am going thru it so I’ll tell ya about it.
Okay so I recently took a classic lash extension class ( it’s where you get a fake individual lash glued to one individual natural lash) and I’ve been doing them for about a month. One of my models and good friend of mine ended up having an allergic reaction to them. We didn’t know it was gonna happen but I still feel so so bad. She’s fine now. And then tonight I applied for a position at a salon to do lashes. Expect I looked at their website after and they schedule classic sets for 90 minutes and it still takes me a good 2-2 1/2 hours to do a full set. So im anxious about that if I do get the job (but on the application it did say they train you obvi so im hoping they have a specific way and it’s helps me be quick) Also here lately I have the motivation and energy to do makeup (im a makeup artist) but it’s like I don’t have the motivation and energy at the same time. My brain is at war with itself. I also have two kids and all three of us currently have the sniffles/coughs and I’m just like blah. Basically I’m an anxious mess but I’ll be fine. Also I saw your asks about dark Ezra and omfg 🥵🫠 so fucking hot!!!! Those made me feel better lol okay this is long af I’m so sorry, ily 😘🖤
HELLO MY DARLING LIGHT ❤️
That’s so awesome about your new skill angel! I’d kill to get my lashes done atm lmao. I’m sorry you had to deal with your friend/model having an allergic reaction! Unfortunately it’s gonna happen, but at least everything was okay in the end and she’s okay—I’m sure you would’ve felt horrible about it so sending a cuddle!
WOOOH let’s gooo! Sending all the good vibes! I’m sure with the more lashes you do/any training they provide it will aid in you cutting your time down. Many of my friends that do lashes started at 2.5/3hrs to do a full set but they can smash them out now. Cut yourself some slack my love, you’ll get there! 🥰
I’m so sorry you’re feeling that way lately. It’s so fucking exhausting when the babies get sick so I hope it passes for them soon!
Dark!Ezra has got me feeling a certain way on my car trip and now I’m like 👀 lmao. Feel free to drop into my asks whenever you need to unload angel! I’m here. SENDING YOU SO MUCH LOVE 💋
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Cannot sleeeeeep. Have to w h i i i i n e
Woke up to stabbies. Been getting these electrical stabs the last couple weeks. Figure its fibro. I dont see why it would be my new pill. But my body picks a spot and then it feels like im being STUNG. REPEATEDLY. Tonight its the opposite spot of my scar's location.
And i hear beeping. I think its bro's alarm. He does not wake up easily. If i tell him to turn it off, he will and go back to sleep.
And the nephew keeps turning on the hallway light.
And I'm obsessing over a niece issue.
Bong water has not been using a litterbox. They're upstairs, i think she just isn't going upstairs anymore.
Conversation with niece went like:
"I picked up 2 piles of poop from bong water last night."
"You can take her back to my apartment whenever you want"
"Are you going to be there?"
"Nope."
"If i bring a litterbox down, will you help me clean it?"
"I dont do the litterbox at MY house."
Bitch. You do not deserve a fucking cat. Or any pet. She killed her rats from neglect.
If i wasnt so against returning poor helpless furbabies to the shelter for insignificant reasons...........
But also we already have FOUR CATS. We were supposed to stop at Cinderbelle. But then Pantera, Pooka and Reno happened....
We cannot own another cat. It's already been a month. If the landlord notices... 😣 We've babysat other animals before but like i said its been a month. Niece doesnt seem to have plans for leaving either. I guess shes fine paying rent for an empty house and just sleeping on our couch forever. If we kick her out, she'll just couch surf. At least her boyfriend is in jail.....ffs
I barely have the executive function to clean MY cats litterboxes, and they're right outside my door. For just this purpose. I'm not gonna be able to do a downstairs one. I cannot tote the container of litter between flights. Just. No.
I dont think i can tell her friend (original owner of bw) to take her because she lives with a toxic af mother and i dont think the situation is safe.
SO, WHAT DO D:
Also the house is so bad. Made worse by now cat shit all over the place. But everyone is really struggling physically, and between the house and our own bodies, our mental health is fucked up too.
Moms stomach is fucked. She does not want to eat. She does. She resorts to junk food when she gets hungry but i cant complain because she wont let us feed her otherwise.
And sissy fucked up her back. I dont know what all shes doing for it but shes done muscle relaxants, back brace and tens unit occassionally. She refuses a heating pad for some reason.
Lately my symptoms are fibro shit, stomach pain, asthma, a strained/tired back, and tachycardia. The tachicardia is the worst because it kicks up when I get up. And eat. It settles down when i rest. Also the asthma. Just going up/down the stairs makes me do this dry throat clearing kind of cough for the next 10 minutes after the tiniest pinch of exertion. And I've woken up gasping a few nights.
Those two need to see some fuckin doctors. Mine can't do anything for me, but at least I jump through those fuckin hoops. I see everyone. All the specialists. I'm trying my best here. I have some major flaws that im sure frustrate the family, but this irritates me that they won't see people.
Mom especially. The only appointments she has are for literal surgical consults and she flaked on ONE situation already. Next one is for somethig else. No idea if she'll ever do anything about her previous issue she needs fixed 🙄😤
And also my sister is going blind and has high blood pressure but won't take her medicine. Her reasoning is because then she'll have to order more and go through setting it up and shit. Executive function issues i guess. Mom has been setting it up and giving it to her but i never remember and sometimes she forgets too.
Like do you know how many pills i take to have some semblance of function and not die? This is also frustrating to see.
I don't know what to do about any of this.
If we got rid of the cat, the niece would disown us. Which honestly, if she werent already riding a fine line of unsafe i wouldn't mind so much, she'd get over it eventually. Once she had the maturity to. 🙄 Because it's not like it would be out of spite. But sissy is on eggshells making sure we dont push her away. Probably into the arms of another halfway house resident. 😒
Uuuhhgggg
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Same Old Song
Sy x Reader
We keep doing this dance because it’s the same old song
warnings: angst af, implied smut, cheating (reader is the cheater but shit i would be too😩)
note: idk where this came from its something i kinda half assed this morning so here! lol. there is gonna be 2 versions of this idea, some of the same sentences will be in another version/ending. I couldn’t commit to how I wanted this to play out or thought it should end sooo yea. Also I’m trying to find inspo for the other wips I have. Hopefully they’ll be done soon bc they won’t leave me alone. And I’ll throw together a master list by this weekend to make it easier to find everything.
as always do not repost my work anywhere.
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Sy’s hand ran down his face. He was stressed. He had no problem going back, well not really, he always got stressed when he got the news of being deployed again even though he knew it was inevitable until he decided to retire. As familiar as it is to him there’s ALWAYS the unknown and that stressed him when his mind was in home mode.
His fingers hovered over the unsaved number, staring back at him, daring him from his call log list. Last time it was called was just 3 days ago but if Sy was being honest 3 days was 3 days too long.
Sy chuckled bitterly to himself as he bit into his bottom lip, his hands running over the steering wheel of his truck as his phone dropped in his lap, and even with all that being said Sy still couldn’t commit.
Fuck it
Sy took a few deep breathes as the ringing rung through his truck, it had to be on speaker,
he needed to hear everything loud clear, every word, every sigh, the hesitation, the silence.
Ring
Ring
Rin-
Sighs*
“You can’t call me this late”
He felt that feeing in his stomach as her silky and sleepy voice filled his truck. He glanced up at his house, the only lights on was the outside light, the dim light of the tv in the living room, the rest of the house dark and lifeless aside from his dog who was probably wondering where he was. He knew the pup was fine, he was taking care of, now Sy needed to be taking care of.
He shouldn’t do this, not now, but Sy couldn’t shake his need for her. It was selfish and Sy wasn’t a selfish man but when it came to this? To her? Well you probably couldn’t find a man more selfish. It showed with him calling at 2:45am not caring who may see.
“I need ya darlin”
He heard the sigh loud and clear and then the silence.
“Sy”
“Y/N, I need ya”
“I have a meeting in the morning, I can’t, and Robert-“
“I’m already on the way”
He waited, see if she would try to deny him again. He knew if she was to deny him again he would end up at the old bar and one of the many women who were constantly throwing themselves at him would actually get his attention tonight, well his body at least because his mind, his heart, would be filled with her. Yearning for her.
He heard the click as his truck rolled closer to his destination. It wasn’t long before he was pulling up to her familiar house. Sy slid out his truck and slowly shut his door as a cool breeze danced around him. Texas nights were hot in the summer but the breeze was always welcomed. Sy couldn’t help but pray he would be. He knew the game they played, he knew he was welcomed here if he ever truly needed it but he also knew it left them both with fucked emotions. Then again the unknown, the possibility of her finally being done with his shit always wormed it’s way into his mind. One day she will be.
His steps to her front door were quick, his time here seemed limited again knowing he would be leaving out soon. His knocking was hard and urgent. A few moments later the door swung open and there she stood, eyes stilll trying to fight the need to sleep, chest heaving, nipples hard, she was in a little white soft cotton shirt. His eyes continued down her body, her soft little belly sticking out under the hem of her shirt, and her panties. God her panties were tiny and sucked into her lips, hardly able to hold onto her wide hips and Sy could see the cotton was sticky with her slick.
Her stomach flipped almost painfully as he stood there. His large body taking up her door frame, wide shoulders and back straining against the thin green short sleeve shirt he wore. His legs strong and powerful in tan cargo shorts as he toward over her, tall and intimidating. She couldn’t even see past him, the light from the street lamp hardly able to shine in. She stepped back allowing Sy to step in. Her body buzzed with having him so close, his earthy masculine scent overpowering the small area and making her cunt clench. Her foryer didn’t seem big enough to hold the man who stood here countless times. Looking less and less a man as he blocked the light.
His eyes sought hers and she was already staring at him. Waiting. He didn’t move, as desperate as he had been, he couldn’t get a grip on the emotions he felt now.
“Deployment?” Her soft voice asked in the impossibly quiet house, up until she spoke Sy though his ears were ringing it was so quiet.
They both knew she didn’t need an answer, she knew the drill, they both did. When he came home they did this dance, endless days and nights fucking and having the time of their lives and then he left and hardly reached out to her, only sending letters if you could even call them that every now and then to let her know he was alive. Promises of commitment when he retired, his fear of leaving her a widow to strong to give her, them what they both deserved.
He reached over his shoulders to pull his shirt over his head before she turned and started walking to her room. He followed without hesitation.
He needed her body to forget, her laughter, smile and attention to ease his mind, give him some peace.
She stared up at the ceiling leading to her room as she walked while trying to will the tears away. They both knew she needed him just as much as he needed her. Even if it killed her playing this game with him. They both knew he’d receive news soon about being deployed, just not this soon.
Usually Sy stuck to the rules at least until he got the news of deployment, then everything was fair game to him. That’s when she‘d usually loose whoever she gained while trying to have a life outside of him.
3 days ago. That’s the last time they fucked, at Sy’s house. They didn’t leave the bed for hours. When she left that day she didn’t have to strength to tell him to his face but she called him when she finally got home, told him they needed to slow this down, that she liked the way her life was before he barged back in like a bull in a China shop. That they can’t keep doing this forever. But it was Sy.
She couldn’t imagine life without Sy, even if the sweet and caring man she’d been avoiding since Sy got home a few weeks ago probably felt the same about her. She wondered what he’d think if he happened to see Sy’s truck in her driveway if he drives by, not that she cared, if she was being honest. she knew he wouldn’t say anything, they never did, he maybe from outside of town but he was familiar with the local tales of the war hero. The thought didn’t last long anyway as she felt Sy’s rough calloused hand grip her neck and pull her crashing into his chest, chills running through her at the rough touch and the soft hair of his solid chest, tickling her back.
It was the same old song.
And she always sung it loudest with Sy.
🥲🥲🥲🥲
#SY#UGHWRITES#UGHSY#CAPTAIN SY#CAPTAIN SYVERSON#SYVERSON X READER#SYVERSON X YN#HENRY CAVILL#HENRY CAVILL FANFIC#HENRY CAVILL X READER#FANFIC#SYVERSON X YOU
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Jealousy + Konoha Boys
Naruto: usually like a 3/10, but it all depends on his mood. If you two haven’t gotten a lot of alone time lately and then he sees you talking to and having fun with other people, he’d definitely get jealous and feel a little secure. Otherwise, he almost never gets jealous
Sasuke: 0/10 i feel like he seems like he might be jealous because he can get kind of possessive, but if there’s one thing he’s sure of, it's your feelings towards him so no one feels like a threat
Kakashi: -10/10 he doesn’t have a jealous bone in his body. It can come off lie he’s uninterested, but really, it comes from a sureness of himself. Kakashi’s a damaged man but he has more important baggage to deal with than some petty jealousy
Kiba: 8/10 acts cocky and confident, but it all stems from insecurities, and he feels one day you’re going to see he’s not as great as you think he is and then leave him for some other guy so he’s always on guard for that. He’ll definitely put on a show against the guy trying to show he’s tougher and better than him in every way, and it can be embarrassing for you
Shino: 6/10 he’s a very chill guy and doesn’t show too much of his emotions, but don’t worry he’s definitely feeling it. He won’t say anything to you about it though, he’ll just quietly brood to himself
Shikamaru: 7/10 the king of playing cool and nonchalant, he worries when you have more fun being with and talking to other people who are more outgoing. He’ll make jabs about it here and there, leaving you confused when he says he doesn’t wanna talk about it
Choji: 4/10 surprisingly not the jealous type. He has his insecurities, sure, but he never projects those insecurities onto you. He’s just so happy he got a girlfriend in the first place that he never makes a fuss
Asuma: 2/10 he’s lowkey arrogant and knows all he has to offer. No other person he sees you with makes him think he needs to worry, so he just doesn't
Rock Lee: 6/10 he’s weird like idk if i can call it jealousy honestly everythings just a competition for him. You know how he is. That person over there made you laugh for ten seconds? He’ll make you laugh for thirty. You complimented their new jutsu, Lee will make two new jutsus to impress you even more
Gai: 4/10 honestly Guys too busy with his other over the topness to make a big deal about you talking to other people or having fun with them. Ya know he’s all about that youth and shit and whats more youthful than having a great time with lots of other people? But when it comes to you having a good time with someone like Kakashi then well…
Iruka: 8/10 he’s a little insecure about what he has to offer you compared to the other people in the village. He’ll play it off super well though you won’t even realize he’s jealous. He’ll laugh and smile and act like everythings fine despite worrying deep down if you like someone else more than him
Genma: 10/10 he’s possessive af and not in a yandere way, like he’ll let you have your friends and stuff obviously but if he even *thinks* you’re flirting with someone or someone else if flirting with you, game over. You’re definitely gonna have to pay for that later tonight
BONUS: SAND BOYS
Gaara: 6/10 the jealousy concept confuses him because he’s not sure what it is. He rations it in his mind of course by realizing lots of people have lots of friends, but he gets a strange tug in his stomach when he sees you having fun with someone that’s not him. Stems from his childhood trauma ):
Kankuro: 8/10 and not quiet about it either. He’ll talk mad shit to people he thinks you’re getting along with a little too well and make jabs at you about it later like “where’s you little boyfriend/girlfriend/other spouse, huh?” just super immature about it all around
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GODS AND HOW THEY AFFECT PEOPLE PT 2
PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED IM SO TIRED
Okay, so we established this is a possibility that they associate and gift their talents and eyes to people living. If you haven't seen that post it's on my master list/pinned post.
Gotta thank @i-would-marry-thunderhead though they didn't try they helped me find a missing piece on what I was looking for.
More thanks to @medusa12346 and @tulatodivine for helping me find the click to read more thing, I'm new so😶
It's not random. As planets rule zodiacs, it's know some gods rule them, and it's not just planets as not all mythology and religion is based on planetary stuff. For example, if Ares rules mars and Mars rules Aries. People with Aries in their chart are gifted some of the small things Ares has.
So here are the planets and what they rule along with some things the gods may gift you Greek and Roman style. If you would like other gods please ask I'm not well versed in many others it's been a while since I've researched.
Links (minor searching sorry it's late I also may have to finish readings tommorow though I do have to go somewhere so sorry): Wikipedia gods and planets ruling with this link there is also more religions and gods with planets so if you're interested look into it.
More on the planets and gods in longer versions
What zodiacs the planets rule
Let me clarify Wikipedia is not always trustworthy but my research will be short tonight.
Preferably they will be within the big 3 but there are also minor things to look into I can't remember all of a sudden I REMEMBER
Basically depending on if it's the sun, moon, or ascendant. These emotions could come out at certain times or moments
SUN:
Apollo seems to be talked about with the sun but it also looked like Helios was the main with Apollo helping out at times or more often so they'll both be here ig: like said they rule the sun and the sun rules Leo (guessed it lol ily guys) some gist given to you Leo charted people you may be gifted with the ability to partially know if something is a 'yes or no' you may get deja Vu at times as signs from Apollo. You are also of course gifted with the ability to look good in gold. Other things could be his beauty, tanned skin, gut senses, nice legs, running and etc I can't remember
From Helios you may be gifted with good sight and vision, strong feet I feel idk?, And so far strong connection to growing things (will maybe add more if found)
OKAY this is gonna be a while.
MOON:
Artemis and Selene (of course her) rule over the moon which rules over Cancer. Possible talents and gifts are animal connections, animal eyes watching over you as companions, medical knowledge, natural medicines also, Excellence in athletics Kirk archery and stuff to do with jumping.
Selene gifts you oohhh it's possible you could slide some Helios gifts here to because they're siblings apparently. I see youth, strong arms, strength (not overboard remember), elegant style in clothing, and the moons watch during the night.
To clarify, there also things to think of like planet aspects and fuck the numbers the tilt or some shit uhyy yeah that will tell how strong these abilities may be.
MERCURY: all this got deleted guys ughhh
Hermes rules mercury which is both surprising and not. Mercury rules Gemini and Virgo (who is also associated with Chiron). Possible gifts include running, determination, medium abilities (determined by what I stayed above also on strength), probably funny ass jokes. Fly, you're just gonna be fly af. Hermes was a very important god to me, he also signifies glory, domination, and success full filled to me so yeah. The ability to soother the people around you with either your voice or your touch, clear or nice voice.
VENUS: WHY ARE THERE 3 HERE?!!??!? I wanted to include the goddess Venus but we'll see😭
Aphrodite rules Venus understandably, Venus rules Taurus and Libra I believe. Possible talents and gifts are of course beauty, loved eyes, this so kind weird but musical talent, telepathy (little), birds as helpers (as in messengers to the clouds or many realms), possible skill for design.
I saw a name called cypris but I'm not sure that's true I looked into it just a bit and found someone named Cypress I don't know if they're related but I believe it's possible? Other names are Cyparissus or Kyparissos. They were liked or loved by Apollo. It's not big but what I read was interesting.
There was also a Cytherea, this was probably an alias or second name given or that of Aphrodite, knowing this there was also a place called Cyprus which leads me to believe Cypris was another alias or typo.
MARS:
As talked about before. Most of us know they rules over Mars, mars rules over Aries. Possible gifts could include determination (he may have been a little cowardly which makes sense as an Aries sun with my shyness), strength, talent in art or drawing idk why I just feel that, piano (also applies to Sagittarius ppl honestly), understanding languages also possibly? Crafty with tools and objects, tactic smart in small ways.
JUPITER:
I saw the name Dias which I wasn't sure on, Dias I believe is another alias and modern name for Zeus. Zeus rules Jupiter and Jupiter rules Sagittarius so thats also no surprise. Gifts and talents may be swimming, science, young literature and old, an eye for good things, blessings through touch (more on a topic I'll bring up later not strong here), dancing, hunting, generosity, a promise of children. I feel many people with Zeus or Ares in their chart may have been accused as witches in those centuries. (Random) that'd all I get right now
FOUR MORE
SATURN:
It said Cronus, I knew him as chronos (hit chronological order) which may have been wrong. He can go by that cronos, or kronos. He rules Saturn and Saturn rules Capricorn which also is understandable with relations between them. Talents and gifts may include: I feel like y'all may have thought you were telekinetic when you were younger💀, I see ginger hair here also, sticky fingers (stealth), time control (as in good with keeping time on track), perception of lies (the man was fooled right? True but I feel it's still smth small), faithfulness (also crazy uh), a gift of great smell, good taste in food choices, I feel like he raised a bunch of hand holders 💕💕 idk why I just do. That's all here
URANUS:
It says Ouranos which makes me think of Ouran highschool host club for some reason, I really would like a season 2. But it's funny cause I didn't know him and he seems pretty interesting though it seems like a minor role if he's the heavens personified that's some big stuff. He rules Uranus which rules Aquarius, possible talents and gifts could be (BLINDING LIGHTS IS PLAYING THIS IS GOOD UGHH I LOVE THIS SONG) alright back to it. Talents like, singing, clairaudience, intuitiveness, a love for curiosity and knowledge, liked skin and proportions, natural attraction, believable, natural leader when younger though maybe not as grown idk.
NEPTUNE:
Of course ruled by Poseidon. Idk why I still add the planets it's the thing above🤦🏽♀️ I just make this harder on myself. Neptune rules Pisces. Gifts and talents could be creativity, building, imagination, pull towards earth, swimming, attraction to people also (in a way that your looks capture people as Pisces is beautifully soft), strong senses of the eyes and ears, technology, either quiet or loud voice.
PLUTO:
The official one for Greeks is Hades, there was a name before called Plouton or Ploútōn another name for Hades. Pluto rules Scorpio, also guessed. Gifts and talents may be excelling in curricular concepts like philosophy, leadership (you guys can lead double lives but you're good rulers ngl kinda manipulative at them tho), you guys could probably background check me through connections with ppl lol, people confide in you often this is good cause I feel you feel loved by this, risk takers (Hades is kinda 'out of the circle' which leads to thoughts that Scorpios like to explore and be chaotic because of this at times they're finally free on earth), down to earth or way up high one way or another no in-between, natural ideas that people can't help but fall for, the ability to be unnoticed when wanted, stealthy, quick under pressure. you guys make this world more enjoyable over all there's not much ik you guys are just amazing to me for some reason.
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that's all there but more to add on are things like blood line theory, if you are a natural descendant of a god (not by literal blood just chosen exactly by them) then there's a chance your abilities will be stronger and you will make a more greater imprint on the world. Not all of these were used for good. They cna be used to any advantage.
I believe asteroids also have something to do with the gods so if you would like to hear something on that please ask!
All in all this post took about 2 hours and 30 mins or close which isn't bad. Sorry if anything was missed and please share your ideas on this I love hearing them!
Coming back to say I'm surprised Hera wasn't here I was looking forward to her
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Inarizaki Giving You A Red Envelope on Lunar New Years
Inarizaki x Manager Reader
FT: Kita Shinsuke, Ren Omimi, Ojiro Aran, Michinari Akagi, Ginjima Hitoshi, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou
TW: Language
Genre: headcanons + crack + fluff???
Word Count: 1,720 (They’re all rlly short! Like me)
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had another crack convo w my bb @babydontstoop abt atsumu and red envelopes after seeing a funny tiktok
a/n: i mainly went off from chinese/vietnamese tradition with the hóngbāos/ and lì xìs for these headcanons bc i celebrate with my chinese + viet relatives growing up, im not familiar with the other traditions, i’m sorry! also 1 week kinda late but technically lunar new years goes on for about 2 weeks sooooo-
FYI: i’m going off of u.s currency for this asdhfkjk just an fyi.
ALSO: all images are taken off of google search, none of them belong to me!
ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEARS!! 🧧����💖
Kita Shinsuke:
- He would give a kinda subtle yet pretty envelope
- With an ox on it (bc year of ox)
- It also has that coin u kno the coin, commemorative coin(?)
- He is very VERY generous
- Gives u $100, all in 20′s babbeyy 🙈
- He hands it to you with both hands like he’s ur ah ma / bà nội
- He’s so kind and gentle please 🥺
Practice had just ended and you were helping the team clean out the gym, before packing and heading out to go home.
“Excuse me Y/n” You hear a soft and calm voice calling from behind you. Turning your head you make eye contact with Kita who barely a few feet away from you
“Kita-san! ” You turn to face him, your hands grabbing onto the straps of your backpack. “May I help you?” You ask giving a sincere smile.
“I’m fine, but there is something I want to give you before you leave” He lifts his left hand from his back, now using his right to connect and grab the envelope with both hands.
“Happy Chinese New Year” He wishes as he extends and offers you the red envelope.
Blushing furiously, you accept it with both your hands and give him your most heartfelt thanks.
Arriving home, you open the red envelope curious. Your soul leaves your body the moment you see good old Benjamin Franklin on the $100 note.
“Kita-san holy fuck.” You cry in shock. Thinking of how you’re gonna thank him.
Ren Omimi:
- Envelope’s square shaped and plain af
- it’s just red with “lucky money” in gold or sum
- He too is very generous
- Gives u $50
- Also hands it to you with both hands
You sit in the gym with your clip board in hand, taking notes of the other players until you feel a presence approach you from your left side.
“Y/n” The deep voice says. You turn to see Omimi’s shadow towering over you, jesus christ this man’s so goddamn tall. “Yes Omimi?” You greet him cheerfully.
The man says not a word, but pulls out a red envelope, handing it to you with both hands.
Your brain short circuits, confused before he gives a nod. Sudden realization takes place, it’s for you. “Omimi!” You cry, setting down the clip board and taking the red envelope from his hands. Thanking him endlessly before he leaves to get back to practice.
As he turns to walk away, you grab your clip board again, shielding yourself opening the red envelope curious. ‘50$?!’ You scream internally.
Running after Omimi, you tackle him from behind giving him a hug, your face buried into his shirt. “Xiexie” You muffled into his jersey.
Aran Ojiro:
- gets you a very fancy envelope
- Like the ones that isn’t sold in packs when u go to the chinese market
- Specifically the ones made from silk and has a jade ring attached
- He gets u ONE LIKE O N E THAT ONE SPECIFIC DESIGN (pls i sound crazy i’ll just attache the image so u kno what im talking abt)
- He wasnt sure how much to put inside so he gives u $40
- He tries to remember how to say happy new year to you and pronounces it perfectly
- No seriously like PERFECTLY like better than me.
- also take this man home right now to meet your parents i fken swear
“Y/N!” You hear someone yell from behind you as you were walking home. Turning you see Aran running to you, trying to catch up.
“Aran?” You run to meet him halfway.
Aran pauses and takes a few breathes before grabbing his backpack and grabbing something from inside.
He pulls out a beautifully crafted silk red envelope pouch with a tassel and jade ring tied to the front.
You stand there completely flustered and frozen.
He looks down, the envelope in both his hands offering it out to you.
“恭喜發財 (gōng xǐ fā cái)” He says perfectly, the sunset hitting his face.
Akagi Michinari:
- Cute bb would give u the cutest fucking envelope
- Probably w hello kitty on it
- He gives you a $2 bill
- Shiiiii he knows whats up, that shit lucky and rare
- He’d hand it to u while giving u a back hug
“Y/n!!!” Before you can turn around, a heavy weight drags you down from behind. “A-Akagi-san?!” You yelp in surprise.
He stays cling onto you from behind as you try to gain balance. Hearing him let out a soft chuckle. “Here you go!” He says, his arms going around your shoulders to shove the super cute Hello Kitty li xi in your face.
You take a second to process what he had just given you to face. “AKAGI!!” You take it as he hops off your back. Then turning around to smother him into a hug. Giving him little cheek kisses.
Ginjima
- I love him, he would give u a cute envelope too
- Like with a little cartoon ox character on it
- With like lil horns sticking out
- U get the idea
- Gives u $10 but in $2 bills
You sit with the Miya twins and Suna during lunch, scanning around the cafeteria trying to find Ginjima, usually he’d be with you guys.
As you were about to ask-speak of the devil.
“Y/n-chan” He immediately sits beside you, placing his tray of food down.
“This is for you” He reveals the cutest red envelope with a cartoon cow on it, handing it to you flustered. His cheeks bursting red.
You sit and stare for a second, you start to blush feeling embarrassed. Slowly taking it from his hands, you give him a quiet ‘thank you’ before returning to your meal.
Unsure of what to do, before going back into your meal, you quickly turn your head planting a kiss to his cheek.
Osamu, Suna and Atsumu watched, their jaw dropped as Ginjima begins to turn into his own red envelope. Before you quickly place your face in your palms.
Atsumu Miya:
- This mfer would give the flashiest one
- Like you kno the ones that are so colorful and has like
- W those shitty knock-off characters from cartoons
- THE FUCKING MINION OR PEPPA PIG ONE BWHAHAHAH
- Hes broke as fuck so its p empty
jk
- He would put a coin inside.
- Not the fortune coin
- Literally a coin like a quarter or somethin
- Hed slap it against ur table while giving it to u
- He tries to say happy new year but fucking butchers it
You sit at your desk, it’s so early in the morning and your parents had woken you up early to help prepare some cooking essentials for tonight’s dinner.
As you were about to doze off to sleep, you hear a CLACK against your desk, immediately waking you up and having you face up.
Just inches away was Atsumu’s face, that lil smirk oh how you just wanna-
You look down seeing the red envelope he placed on your desk.
“CHUC MUNG NAM MOIIIIIII” he greets dragging out the “i” it’s like he didn’t even try to pronounce the greeting correctly. He ruffles your hair and gives another warm smile.
You look back up to him, blushing before greeting back. “Ah, chúc mừng năm mới ‘Tsumu.”
Atsumu quirks his eyebrow staring back down at you. “I’m pretty sure you said it wrong.” He says before walking off to his desk.
You sit there fucking flabbergasted. ‘What the fuck?’ You blink and turn your attention back down to your desk. Looking at the envelope you cringe. ‘It’s so bright...’ you internally think.
Osamu Miya:
- He gives you the basic basic red envelope
- He was running late and didnt have time to stop by the bank, he wanted to be extra and give you $20 in $2 bills.
- So he just gives you a $20 bill.
- When he hands it to u, u notice its all bumpy
- Ur feeling around the envelope and theirs something else inside than just money
- U open and theres lucky candy stuffed inside
“Good-morningggggg” You turn to look up from your desk, seeing the younger twin walk in after his brother. He looks down at you, then to your desk seeing the red envelope his brother gave you.
He cringes with you, before pulling out another, handing it to you.
“Happy Tết cutie” He greets. You thank him and greet him back as you take the envelope, you realize how bumpy and lumpy it is.
You look back up to Osamu, he’s waiting for you to open it. You open it and out drops like 7 pieces of lucky candy.
You look back up to him in confusion before he swoops in and takes back the 7 pieces, unwrapping them all at once and shoving them into his mouth.
Chewing, he winks at you before walking away to his seat. You can hear the audible crunch coming from the hard as fuck candy as he walks away.
Suna Rintarou:
- My guy doesnt even give you a red envelope
- He straight up just gives you cash
- Drops it on your desk and leaves
…
- Im jk he would come back and be like “sike u thought”
- Pulls out a red envelope, cute but has one of the most stupidest fucking design
You listen to the crunching of Osamu’s poor teeth grinding against the lucky candy before-
“Yo” Before having the time to look up, you hear a slap against your desk as Suna begins to turn to walk away. You look down to see a $50 bill on your desk.
You turn to look at him, he stares at you for a second before walking away.
???
He comes back to you after settling his bag down.
He takes the $50 on your desk and slips it into the red envelope now in his hands. After sliding it in he brings the envelope to his mouth and begins to lick the ends as he seductively looks at you before folding the paper in.
You watch him in disgust suna baby you don’t have to lick the ends of the red envelope that’s not how they work. He sets the red envelope back on your desk, his head coming closer to yours, enough for you to feel his breath against you.
He brings his mouth over to your ear before whispering in a husky voice “Happy Lunar New Year đẹp gái qua~” Before pulling away and walking to his desk like nothing happened.
You sit there absolutely shaken, until you look down to see the red envelope he left. Jesus fuck what the hell is that thing.
A/N: OH TO BE CALLED PRETTY GIRL BY SUNA IS AN ULTIMATE DREAM ASDFGKJHJK pls i wanna gib the inarizaki boys smooches theyre all so great AAAHHHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE MWAH ILYYYY!!!!
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Nicole Maines x Reader
Summary: You just got casted to be a new superhero in supergirl and your over the moon you meet someone who literally makes your heart melt your 22
Y/S/N(means your superhero name)
Y/C/N (Means your character name)
No ones POV: today was a special day your currently waiting staring at your phone wanting to get a call form your agent telling you that you got the job to be in supergirl your going to be a new superhero called Y/s/n and your going to be the new love interest for Nia Nal if you get it though your phone rings as it's your agent
Agent/ Y/N
Y/n: yeah?
Agent: YOU GOT THE JOB YOUR CASTED FOR SUPERGIRL
Y/n: OMGGGG thank you so much
Agent: haha ofc
*You smile and hang up really excited tomorrow you'll be going to met everyone and stuff in the morning you get up getting changed having breakfast and leave ones you get to the set you can feel
your heart pounding your nervous as you get out your car going to where the Director is*
Director: oh hello you must be y/n plz come in
*You smile walking in Everyone stops reading the scrips and looks at you you feel your heart pounding*
Melissa: hey you must be y/n it's lovely to meet you im melissa that's chyler, Katie, Azie, Thats Jesse
*Melissa continues telling you everyone's name*
(kk not gonna write everyone's name😂)
Chyler: Hi nice to meet you there is one more Nicole's running late
*You smile as Nicole runs in panting*
Nicole: ok i'm here i'm here
Melissa: Nicole! this is y/n
*Nicole looks at you and smiles*
Nicole: hey i'm nicole
Y/n: hi
*You smile sitting down a few hours pass you filmed your first scene and it was a lot of fun your first scene was with Nicole And Melissa as the director shows you your trailer as you walk in sitting down looking around and smile as it's lunch time
your hungry but you don't really know your way around you hear a knock and you open quickly*
Nicole: hey me melissa and Chyler are gonna go get lunch you wanna come
Y/n: yeah sure
*you smile as yous go for lunch*
9 months later
you've been apart the supergirl cast for 9
months now and it's been amazing today your doing a sense where you and Nicole kiss you've been doing your best to hide your feelings for her you know your going to like this kiss maybe a bit to much
the scene
Nia walks into the balcony as you turn and look at her and look down Nia walks to you
Nia: you did real good today
Y/c/n: i nearly died Nia
Nia: but you didn't your just learning to be a superhero and hey i'm still learning it's not easy Kara always told me when i was struggling cause i didn't know how to control my powers to always believe in yourself ok your an amazing superhero Ok
*you smile and look at Nia*
Y/C/N: thanks Nia
Nia: ofc, the erm the sky's beautiful tonight
Y/C/N: yea i it is*You look at Nia as she stares at you she slowly gets closer and puts her hand on your cheek you smile and stare at her until you feel her lips on yours as you kiss back still you hear*
CUT
director: that was great y/n nicole
Chyler: jezz that kiss was hottttt
*Nicole laughs as you smile a little if felt so right your lips on hers it felt right and it was amazing you smile as Azie comes over to you pulling you aside*
Y/n: what's wrong
Azie: you need to tell her you like her
Y/n: how Azie i can't just walk up to my best friend and say "hey Nicole i really like you" can i
Azie: yes, yes you can go to her ok you got this
*you sigh and nod going to Nicole who's sitting scrolling tho her phone*
y/n: Nicole?
Nicole: yeah?
*You sit next to her*
Y/n: i erm i need to tell you something
*Nicole sits her phone down*
Nicole: hey what's wrong
y/n: ok erm i don't know how to say this and i don't wanna lose you cause your my best friend
Nicole: y/n take your time what's wrong you can tell me anything!
*You sniffs looking at her*
Y/n: i ok, the day i met you was one of the best days of my life and after a while i started having feelings for you then i just i like you Nicole i really do
Nicole3 oh erm y/n: i don't feel the same
*your heart drops and you start to panic*
Y/n: oh erm ok ha erm that's fine erm ok
*Nicole laughs* Nicole: i'm joking i'm joking y/n i like you a lot to i just never knew how to tell you
*you smile at Her*
Nicole: hey maybe you can come to mine for dinner and watch a movie ?
Y/n: yeah!
3 years later
(now we are going to pretend that season 6 isn't the last season kk😂)
No ones POV: supergirl is in there 9th season you'll still apart of the cast well everyone is there's some new people you and Nicole are still together and have been for 3 years now your planning on asking Nicole to marry you tonight after filming yous go for dinner and go for a walk your hands are shaking as your make your the ring
is in your pocket you let go of Nicole's hand as you take the ring out
Y/n: Nicole i i love you so much your beautiful in every way possible i couldn't imagine my life without you and that's why im asking would you Marry me?
*Nicole tears up staring at you*
Nicole: i i... YES
*You take a deep breath putting the ring on her finger kissing her on the lips as nicole is crying*
Nicole: i i love you so much y/n
Y/n: i love you so much too
*Nicole smiles as yous go home as Nicole posts a picture so do you*
NicoleMaines
-picture of the ring on her hand-
caption: it was always gonna be a yes baby
@ Y/n ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
comments:
Melissa:🥲couldn't be happier for yous to
Chyler: i left them alone for 1 minute now there Engaged🥺❤️
Azie: my heart🥺❤️
Fan: Omg there getting married
SupergirlCW: congratulations
Y/n: love you baby❤️
(Y/A/N: your account name)
Y/A/N post
-Picture if you and Nicole ring on her finger-
caption: i'll always love you❤️
NicoleMaines: love you❤️🔥
Melissa: Love this❤️🔥
Chyler: omg this Picture makes my heart melt really happy for yous both
Azie: cuteeee🥺
you and nicole smile at each other laying down watching a movie as yous fall asleep in the morning yous head to set as everyone congratulations yous both*
(going to skip to the wedding😊)
No ones POV: today was the day you marry your soulmate you and nicole where both nervous you hate wearing dresses so you went and go yourself a woman suit you asked nicole if that was okay and ofc she said it was fine whatever your comfortable in she really is amazing but yous got dressed you take a deep breath and smile as you see Nicole*
(skip all the boring stuff they say)
Person: ok Nicole, do you take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?
Nicole: I do
person: and y/n do you take Nicole to be your lawfully wedded wife?
Y/n: i do
Person : and you may kiss
*Nicole and you smile as yous lean in and kiss and that's it you and Nicole are now wife's as yous post picture ofc*
Y/A/N post
-Picture of you and Nicole ofc in your wedding stuff-
Caption: My wifey❤️
comments
Melissa: i love yous both so much
Chyler: Another married couple🥲
Azie: can't believe the 2 youngest of the cast are getting married
Nicole: i'm gonna love you for the rest of my life❤️🔥
Nicole Maines Post
-3 different pictures and all 3 are cute af-
Caption: my soulmate
Melissa: I can't yous are so cute
Chyler: ADORABLE
Azie: so happy for yous both
Y/A/N: love you forever❤️
*yous never wanted that night to end after your honeymoon yous go to set as yous are filming scenes you've never been so happy in your life you met a girl who loves you for who you are and your married now, you meet your soulmate*
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[ d-1 ] morgenstond
prompt: theo nsfw / freestyle day
tagging: @delicateikemenmemes
notes: i know its late af but i’ll post it anyway since i already had the draft of it lying around. also its not really nsfw lmao, i prolly stuck around with freestyle. basically fluff day pt 2
Theo sank his body lower on the warm water of the thermae, quietly attempting to erase his thoughts about the exchanges he came across in that damned strange rectangular object.
Meanwhile, back in the lady’s bedroom, someone was attempting not to squeal in delight.
She hugged the pillow closer to her chest as she buried her face there, feet uncontrollably hitting the mattress. With an excited heart, she recalled the events once more.
“…Hondje, something happened.”
With a furrowed brow, Theo began tapping to oblivion when he clicked the home button by mistake. But before she was able to respond, he found himself viewing her past messages. By the looks of it, with the speech bubbles on either side, it seemed like an exchange between two people.
“Conversations?” He mumbled. He tapped the back button (just as he was taught) and scanned the list of people she talked to. And with his sharp eyes, he didn’t miss that one name that seemed… interesting.
Babe. And with a heart, too. And if that wasn’t alarming enough, there was more text below: Thanks for today. Love you!
“Wait, what are you—” She found out he wasn’t in the gallery anymore and tried checking, but he immediately raised his hand to keep it out of reach. “Theo? Let me see?”
“I was reading something.”
“Reading..?” She thought for a moment, and then her eyes widened. “Wait, did you see my inbox?! Give it back!”
“Why?” Challenged, Theo moved out of the bed and stood up. She followed, jumping to reach the phone he so desperately tries to take away from her. “Was I not supposed to see anything else?”
“I’m trying to take it back because I think we’re misunderstanding something here..!”
“So, you can also receive messages here? So much convenience for one small object.” She didn’t like the smirk he had right now. It was a bit crooked, as if forced. “Just answer me this one thing.”
“…Yes?”
“This—” He stopped. Swallowing his words, he looked at the phone screen once more, only to find it unable to light up again. “What’s wrong with this thing now?”
“Oh, maybe the battery’s dead.” She took the chance to snatch the phone from him. She sighed. “Oh well.”
All of a sudden, Theo marched over to her and gripped her shoulders, prompting her to look up to him and his cerulean eyes. He stared at her intently, while she only blinked curiously at him.
For some reason, he was itching to ask her who the hell was this babe. But he didn’t want her to think he was being possessive of her, when he himself still couldn’t fully comprehend the reality that there was something between the two of them—that out of the many great men in the mansion, she chose him.
Instead, he just gave her a peck on her lips and moved away, tossing his coat on the bed. She blinked once, twice, her cheeks getting warmer. “W-What was that all about..?”
“I’m gonna head down the thermae for tonight.”
“…S-Should I join you?”
Theo paused for a moment, but schooled his expression when he glanced behind his shoulder to look at her. “They’re still awake. We can’t have them getting a look at you.”
He left, almost as if in a hurry, leaving her to raise her voice and announce that she’s going back to her room. He wasn’t able to hear the addition where she clarified that in case he was misunderstanding, Babe (with a heart) was actually her best friend.
And here we are.
Theo grunted as he stood up, making up his mind to see her again. Quickly changing to fresh clothes, he made his way to her room and knocked. No response. After knocking several times, he found out the door wasn’t actually locked.
“I’m coming in.” He announced, and after stepping inside he found her in her bed, hugging her pillow with a blissful smile while wearing his coat. “Just how many times are you going to sleep…?”
The door closed behind him as he strode towards her bed, sitting on the edge and began admiring every nuance of her sleeping face. He slowly reached out and tucked the few strands of her hair behind her ear. If only she could see the endearment behind his eyes as he watched her…
Just as he bent forward, he was startled to feel the familiar sensation of his lover’s lips on his. The beauty in her eyes, seen in close proximity.
“…Just how many times are you going to fall for this trick?” She quipped back with a teasing smile. His eyes widened a fraction, and her mellifluous laughter spilled tenderly from her lips as she noticed color touching his cheekbones.
“…I was going to apologize, but now I see you just like being naughty.” His words came out husky as he leaned forward, pushing his lover down the bed and trapping her in the confines of his muscular arms. The room suddenly felt warmer, hotter, and he found the burning feeling in his chest mirrored in her eyes. “How can you make me feel so bothered inside…?”
“You tell me,” she purred, locking her arms around his neck, “I don’t know, Theo. Please tell me.”
Schijt. He wasn’t prepared for this. But the last thing he knew was that he was kissing her, his hands uneasy, his whole body begging to feel her in ways that could satisfy the hunger he felt all this while.
But oh, her voice drove him mad. The way her body responded to him. The acceptance. The love. The intense need of him. There was no doubt she reciprocated what he felt, and perhaps more.
Her eyes never lied. And in the heat of the moment, just looking at her eyes left him breathless. All through the night…
“Mm… Hmm…?”
She woke up just as the sun was about to rise, finding herself in the comforts of her lover’s arms. Fast asleep. She took a moment to watch him breath softly, eyes closed, a serene look on his face.
Her hand reached out to cup his cheek, her thumb tenderly caressing his cheek. And she whispered, “I hope you know just how much I’m grateful to be able to love you like this.”
She knew of his insecurities, his doubts, his regrets. But to her, Theo was a man of passion. There was art in his blood, zeal in his fingertips, love in his heart. And he had so much love, she always wondered why he doubted that she wasn’t receiving enough when she was rich of it, every single day.
“Hey, Theo…?” She called out softly. “…I love you.”
The light in the room slowly transitioned with the breaking dawn just as Theo opened his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. She looked surprised.
“So this is how it feels, huh?” He teased. She blushed, pouting.
“No fair!”
He only chuckled as he pulled her closer to him, pressing a kiss on her cheek. Fragments of his previous dream flashed through his mind’s eye, yet in that blissful moment he somehow believed that everything was going to be all right, because he will shower her with everything she deserves and more.
Not bothering to hide the affection in his gaze, Theo exhaled as he beheld the most magnificent artwork he could ever find, right here in his arms, bathed in early morning light.
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It’s time for you to talk about what’s important today aka DONDA
This project’s got 27 songs and has a 2 hour run time, I’m going to need time to digest. I’be been listening to it on repeat since last night but the amount of features has made this album such a dense listen imo. Anyway, some thoughts:
- DONDA is up there with TLOP. It’s a more consistent album but the lows of this album is lower than the lows of TLOP so it’s a bit hard to decide. People who are saying this is top 3 Ye is either a stan or too hyped. On the flip side, people who are saying this is complete trash is probably hating
- This album feels more like a ‘Kanye West presents…’ than an actual Kanye album
- I feel like this is what JIK should have been
- Did we need 27 songs? Did we need pt. 2 to some of the tracks? I understand that Ye’s got some complex about the general reactions across the 3 listening parties but I don’t think it was necessary to put two versions of the same song on the album. For example, he should have kept Jail as it is with Jay’s verse on it. As much as I hate DaBaby, I have to admit that he has the superior verse BUT only because he’s rapping like he’s trying to save his career and Hov only had 2 hours to lay down this verse. With that being said, unlike DaBaby, what Jay was saying went with the core message of the track and he tried to compliment Ye’s vibe. ALSO putting Marilyn Manson on a song that includes ‘God’s gonna post my bail tonight’ is fucking nuts. Pt. 2 of Junya should have been the original version because Ty did his thing.
- I was sitting there all of last night being pressed about the mixing, but then Ye confirmed my suspicion that UMG released this without his approval so it makes sense now. The mixing is so inconsistent across the board. He needs to go back and fix it ASAP because the production on this album is mind blowing
- Chris Brown getting cut at the last minute is hysterical and losing his shit over IG is hysterical
- Looking back now, the roll-out was kind of iconic and innovative. Like yes, it was messy af and not to mention frustrating since the release date kept moving (at one point I was convinced that we’re never getting it), but it’s pretty cool to see how much the album has evolved since listening party 1 and how we got to witness that process.
- I’m really glad he kept ‘Donda.’ Sucks that he cut Pusha’s verse because I thought it was a really nice tribute to Ye’s late mother. Initially, I wasn’t sure about Ariana harmonising with Ye on the chorus but now that I’ve heard it in CDQ, it sounds so beautiful and it was an interesting touch to the track imo
- Why did we cut Cudi and keep Globglobgabgalab (I feel dumb just typing this out) on ‘Remote Control’?
- ‘Believe What I Say’ is a potential radio hit
- Did we need ‘Tell The Vision’ on the album??
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impression//expression
“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.
It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”
(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)
Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Kamino Arc, Kidnapping & Aftermath, Hurt/Comfort, Bakugou Gets A Hug
Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Content warning for kidnapping, aftermath of violence. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9.
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Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)
i’m gonna die (sent 19:08)
no seriously i’m this 👌🏻 close to losing it bro (sent 19:08)
aizawa’s voice is so zzzz and it’s like sir,, i’m begging,,,, (sent 19:09)
a little bit of energy. just a little bit (sent 19:09)
A nudge to his side, somewhat urgent.
shit brb (sent 19:10)
“Dude.”
Kirishima keeps his voice down to a hiss, shooting a glance at Aizawa’s turned back just in case. Hidden behind his pencil case, his phone shows Bakugou has read his messages – near-immediately, as always – before Kirishima locks the screen. His own face is reflected on sleek, innocent black.
Next to him, Kaminari is looking at him like he’s lost his mind. “Don’t dude me, dude”, he whispers back. “Texting in Aizawa’s class? D’you have a death wish?”
Next to Kaminari, Mina leans over her desk, clearly curious and uncaring of her notes crinkling quietly under her elbows. “You? Kiri, paragon of wholesomeness and sunshine, breaking the rules? Lemme guess, it’s because of Bakugou.”
Next to Mina, Sero joins the fray with a muted headshake. “So brave yet so reckless. Truly inspiring.”
“You can say that again. That guy’s scary, man.” That’s Kaminari again. He leans in conspiratorially, nodding at Kirishima’s phone. “You got Blasty’s number? How? He almost bit my head off when I invited him to the 1-A chat.”
“Uh, yeah? We’re besties. But guys…”
If they were anywhere else, Kirishima would let out a whine. All he wanted to do was keep himself awake by texting his bro, is that such a crime? Especially since Bakugou’s the only one of ‘em who is actually allowed out there, where the fun stuff is happening. It’s downright cruel to have a new challenge dangled in front of their eyes like the juiciest steak only to be dragged away to the equivalent of plain steamed broccoli. Or something.
Point is: Kirishima’s bored enough he could cry and Aizawa, bless his insomnia-plagued soul, is making it about a thousand times worse with his monotone mumbling while he continues to write whatever-the-fuck in chalk to illustrate his point.
Three mouths open simultaneously in what Kirishima knows will be a too-loud bout of teasing – a frantic gesture of his hand to shut up, shut up, shut up has identical grins bursting on his friends’ faces.
Grins that disappear the instant the familiar sense of Aizawa’s quirk washes over them. Uh oh.
Aizawa doesn’t even have to say anything. Not even a brief pause registers in his lecture yet Kirishima snaps to attention so hard his buttcheeks clench as he furiously scribbles down what’s on the board. Some sort of… diagram? (It’ll make sense later, Kirishima hopes. And if it doesn’t, there’s always his equally draconic tutor-slash-best-friend he can poke into helping him eventually.)
After a semester at U.A., everyone in 1-A is whipped enough that not a single word is breathed between them for a good fifteen minutes. Aizawa talks, they take notes.
Then the adrenaline wears off and Kirishima finds himself drifting once more, fingers automatically flicking the home button. There, over Crimson Riot’s confident grin, three new messages.
Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)
pay attention (received 19:14)
ffs (received 19:14)
hope aizawa murdered your ass (received 19:16)
No surprises there. Well, the fact that Bakugou has deigned to reply just before a training exercise kind of is, and he even triple-texted which makes a sappy part of Kirishima’s brain think he must’ve rubbed off on him over the past months. The day Bakugou Katsuki discovers emojis can’t be far off now and it will be Kirishima’s greatest achievement to date.
He bites his lip to suppress an amused noise at that. Ignoring the incredulous stare from Kaminari to his right, Kirishima types.
Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)
haha! i lived bitch (sent 19:32)
minus the bitch askdjfhsk sry (sent 19:32)
i’m just tired af lol (sent 19:32)
how’s things on ur end tho? (sent 19:34)
no asses left unkicked i’m sure (sent 19:34)
👊🏻💥💥 (sent 19:35)
Kirishima gets about a solid second to feel good about furthering his pro-emoji agenda before his phone is snatched away by rigid, white cloth. Wide-eyed, his gaze is met by a flat expression that exudes more exhaustion than any human should rightfully have to feel.
“Kirishima”, Aizawa says, as calm as ever. “How kind of you to lend me your attention.”
Lord have mercy. Whichever hell Aizawa is about to unleash on him, Kirishima will be in it for a while. And when that’s over, it’ll be Bakugou’s turn to have a field day with it.
Somehow, Kirishima is actually looking forward to that last part.
*
Then, a voice rings out in their heads. Aizawa jumps into motion. The villains strike.
Afterwards, all Kirishima can do is stand there and watch the forest burn. His phone is silent, held between fingers that won’t stop trembling no matter what he does. He unlocks, checks, locks, only to do it all over again a few minutes or seconds later.
Around him, everything is spinning out of control. Reality is too loud, too bright, already overwhelming where it waits to be acknowledged beyond the soothing green interface of his chat with Bakugou.
The messages are still there. Marked read until they aren’t, and Kirishima stares at that subtle difference like it’s the last thing tethering him to the ground. Blue tick, his best friend is fine. Grey tick–
Bakugou let Kirishima take a photo of him, once. Kirishima had complained about his profile picture being that creepy default silhouette, especially once they started texting on a daily basis. So Bakugou sighed and leaned over the tiny table of the café, his chin propped on one hand and his coffee in the other. He’d kept still just long enough for the shutter to go off and called him a clingy bastard right after.
In the soft morning light, there’d been something warm in his typical glare. It’s still there, tucked away in the top left corner of the screen. Fond, red eyes, looking straight at Kirishima ever since.
Higher and higher, the flames reach for the sky with greedy, cobalt fingers, bright enough to take the stars with them. And Bakugou?
Bakugou is gone.
*
Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)
hey (sent 23:01)
it’s a long shot but (sent 23:03)
are u there? (sent 23:03)
these are going thru so ur phone is on and i thought (sent 23:08)
idk (sent 23:08)
please respond man (sent 23:37)
please (sent 23:58)
katsuki? (sent 00:40)
*
Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)
fuck (sent 3:24)
*
Bakugou Katsuki
um (sent 6:13)
the pros asked for ur number to track it and stuff so i gave it to them (sent 6:13)
turns out almost nobody has it?? so like (sent 6:20)
if u want a new one after all this it’s on me (sent 6:21)
pls don’t be mad haha (sent 6:21)
fuck that actually (sent 7:05)
be as mad as u want baku (sent 7:06)
u can do whatever ok? when u come back (sent 7:09)
free pass. i won’t guard this time (sent 7:09)
just come back (sent 8:00)
they’re looking for u so u gotta come back (sent 8:02)
*
Baku 💣💥
sry i just (sent 19:55)
ok still going thru (sent 19:55)
that’s good right? (sent 19:57)
i need it to be good (sent 20:05)
yeah (sent 20:06)
*
Baku 💣💥
it’s saturday (sent 2:33)
please be ok (sent 4:46)
i miss u (sent 5:00)
*
Baku 💣💥
we’re on our way katsuki (sent 12:45)
just hold on we’re coming for u (sending…)
wait (sending…)
oh (sending…)
*
Bakugou is quiet.
When all is said and done, injuries patched up and police statements given, Kirishima waits and Bakugou looks… tired. Small. Glancing back at the precinct with eyes a little too wide, a little too hesitant to truly belong to him.
Whatever he’s searching, if he finds it or not – Kirishima can only guess as Bakugou’s shoulders slump further and he mutters, “Let’s just go.”
In retrospect, he was probably talking to his parents. The Bakugous came for their son in a car as expensive as they come, white with chrome highlights and an interior clad entirely in tasteful, beige leather; it’s an aesthetic that’s the antithesis to Katsuki’s. Their expressions are full of love, though, brows drawn in concern carefully left unspoken. His father opens the back door for him first, going for his own in the front, while his mother ruffles Bakugou’s hair within the one-second-window he allows for the touch before shrugging it off.
“Welcome back, brat. We missed ya.”
Familiar phrases laden with far too much weight. From the outside in, it’s just that: Mildly exasperated parents picking up their kid after some school thing that dragged on into the night, or perhaps a late hangout with a friend. No one acknowledges the nightmare-ish three days they’ve left behind by the merit of time passing and the world spinning on and nothing else – the countless people injured or dead, an entire district torn asunder in a conflict much bigger than any of them, especially Bakugou.
Bakugou, who shuffles onto the backseat without saying much of anything. It’s only after Kirishima trails after him and Bakugou’s eyes meet his own over his shoulder that Kirishima realizes that’s what he’s doing.
Then Bakugou’s gaze softens and he kicks the door of the car open wider. “Um”, Kirishima pipes up, the noise of keys clinking together drawing his attention to one Bakugou Mitsuki. “Is it okay if I…?”
She snorts and ruffles his hair, too. “Kid, after what you did tonight, a ride home is the least I can do for ya. C’mon.”
Kirishima bows politely, a mumble of “Thanks, ma’am” waved away immediately. A moment later, Kirishima’s hand is being grabbed and he’s dragged inside. “Get a move on”, Bakugou mumbles, staring pointedly until Kirishima rights himself and digs for the seatbelt with his free hand. The click of the clasp snapping in is oddly loud in the ensuing silence.
It doesn’t last. The moment the engine purrs to life and the lights go off, a heavy guitar riff screeches from cleverly hidden speakers in perfect surround sound and Kirishima jumps. He’s the only one in the car to do so.
“Whoops, my bad”, says Bakugou’s mom as she turns the music down the slightest amount, her smirk – so familiar and yet not – clearly visible in the rear-view mirror. Next to her, Bakugou’s dad chuckles and shakes his head.
Bakugou himself is turned towards the window, the hand against his chin barely hiding the tiny smirk there. Kirishima lets him have it. Anything that’ll replace that lost expression from earlier is good in his books.
“So. Eijirou, right? Nice to finally meet ya.” Mrs. Bakugou checks in with him via the mirror. Her hand rests on the gear selector. “Where to? We’ll bring you home first. I’m sure your parents are worried.”
And oh fuck, Kirishima hasn’t even thought that far ahead yet. When he snuck out of the house a lifetime ago, all his mind was able to process was getting to Bakugou, saving Bakugou, bringing Bakugou back. As much as both his mothers are angels in their own right, they’re also easily worried and twice as buff as him. There haven’t been many occasions which called for them to throw down for their son but they totally would if given half the chance.
If they catch wind of even a fraction of what Kirishima got up to tonight, someone will have to pay. Kirishima’s willing to bet his most prized, limited-edition Crimson Riot figurine that that someone will end up being all of U.A., nationally famous pro heroes or not.
Before any of that can make it out of his mouth, Kirishima’s hand is squeezed and… Oh. Bakugou’s still holding it. Their skin isn’t touching; Kirishima’s sleeve has been pulled down to prevent that.
(It’s one of those things Bakugou does, tracking who and what gets in direct contact with his sweat and how to neutralize it in time. It makes Kirishima’s chest ache that, despite everything that happened, he is still aware of small things like that.)
“He’s crashing at ours tonight”, Bakugou tells his parents rather gruffly. Still looking out the window like there’s nothing unusual about that at all, and Kirishima gapes at him in complete and utter surprise. Bakugou’s grip only tightens.
“Got a problem with that?”
Just like that, Kirishima finds himself able to process speech. “Nope! Not at all. Uh, that is– Mrs. Bakugou, Mr. Bakugou, can I?”
Bakugou’s parents look similarly caught off-guard. To their credit, they merely blink and look at each other, shrugging. Again, it’s the mother who speaks. “That’s Mitsuki and Masaru to you, kid. Let’s go home, then.”
And that’s that. They set off, the car’s movement a quiet thrum that’s drowned out by complicated drum solos and vocals barely scraping past outright growling. Any other day, Kirishima would’ve been ecstatic to finally get to meet the Bakugous. He’d hoard bits and pieces of knowledge about them – such as the fact that Katsuki’s taste in music runs in the family, what the hell – like a dragon does gold coins. The notion that Bakugou invited him to their first sleep-over ever would be the biggest treasure on that pile, for sure.
Because Bakugou Katsuki is anything if not cautious: with his quirk, with his time, with his trust. Because, after days of pacing his room and worrying himself sick and crying until exhaustion took him out, their plan worked.
They pulled it off, Bakugou is back and alive, and Kirishima’s allowed to stay by his side a little bit longer.
He’s here because Bakugou wants him to be and that… feels better than Kirishima can properly put into words. So, no, he doesn’t boast about it, he doesn’t have the energy to – but Kirishima notes and appreciates it nonetheless, relief forming a ball of warmth and light that radiates within him like a tiny sun got stuck between his lungs and his heart. Bit by bit, it melts the tension off Kirishima’s bones until all he can grasp is the steady presence of Bakugou’s hand in his and how heavy his eyelids feel.
Kirishima could sleep for a week straight and still crave a nap afterwards. Probably.
There’s something he has to do before he crashes, though. With a gentle squeeze, he frees his hand to grab his phone and winces at the dozens of unread messages and missed calls that greet him. Both the group he has with his family as well as the one for 1-A have been running hot most of the night, reducing his battery to a pitiful 12%.
Opening up the chat with his moms, Kirishima scrolls to the bottom of the increasingly worried barrage of texts and hesitates, his fingers hovering over the keypad. Once he starts typing, he’ll have about a minute before shit really hits the fan.
💪🏻Kirishima Power 💪🏻
guys i’m so sorry!!! (sent 21:58)
i know ur worried and stuff and i swear i’ll explain later ok?? (sent 21:58)
just wanna let u know i’m safe!! staying over at baku’s tonight (sent 21:58)
he’s here and safe too (sent 21:58)
🙏🏻🙏🏻 (sent 21:59)
He pauses then, reading that last part over and over again. Safe. Safe, safe, safe. A smile cracks Kirishima’s lips apart and it remains there, steadfast through the flood of new messages rolling in.
*
Bakugou’s room is both everything Kirishima expected it to be and at the same time… not.
It’s huge, for one, the typical bed-wardrobe-desk setup expanded by a couch and a beanbag, a TV with a variety of game systems hooked up to it, a handful of shelves filled to the brim with books and manga and oh, a whole freaking drum set taking up a corner by itself. The walls are plastered with band posters and signed set lists and – less blatant but still there – the odd All Might merch Kirishima knows Bakugou would strangle him for mentioning, so he doesn’t.
What comes out of his mouth is: “Dude! I didn’t know you played drums. That’s so cool!”
Everything is kept in the triad of black-orange-green Kirishima recognizes from a certain hero costume. A few discarded shirts aside, it’s really tidy. So much so that Kirishima feels ashamed of the state of his own room just by seeing this.
The feeling is compounded by Bakugou picking up those shirts and throwing them in the hamper first thing, a quiet tch indicating he’s annoyed by it. Kirishima isn’t up to outing himself as an unrepentant walking mess in comparison – instead, he makes a beeline for the bookshelf with the manga, eyes drawn to a row of covers he’d recognize in a heartbeat.
“Wha– I’ve been looking for these for ages! They’re sold out every time I try to catch up on ‘em.”
A short glance at Bakugou is answered with a shrug and an eye-roll: It’s Bakugou-speak for do whatever the hell you want. Kirishima pulls out the volume he stopped at and leafs through it.
It’s meant as a distraction for Bakugou, a space for him to drop the put-together façade and breathe without people constantly fussing over him. It’s honestly what Kirishima would rather be doing right now (exploring his best bro’s room be damned) but it’s not what Bakugou needs. Well, what Kirishima thinks he needs.
It’s hard to get a read on him without the constant snark and pointed glares. With some dinner in their bellies and Bakugou’s parents now safely downstairs, the expression that fits nowhere on the Angry Bakugou Face catalogue is back. Kind of uncomfortable and so… absent.
Kirishima is really starting to hate that expression.
It’s entirely accidental that Kirishima actually gets into reading. One chapter turns to three, turns to five, and the troubles and worries whirling ever-tighter in his chest ease for a bit until–
Woosh. A soft, balled-up something knocks against the back of his head. Kirishima startles and almost drops the manga, a vaguely alarmed noise stopped short by the sight of Bakugou in sweats and a well-worn, black shirt. His hair is wet. Wild as ever. At Kirishima’s feet: A similar outfit including a towel.
“Bathroom’s that way. Leave your clothes out by the door, I got special detergent for the nitro. Shampoo and shit’s in the shower, there’s a toothbrush for you by the sink. Use it.”
Kirishima opens his mouth.
Bakugou sighs. “It’s just a fucking toothbrush, Kiri. Wreck it for all I care.”
Kirishima closes his mouth. He nods. His phone is quickly dug out of his pocket and set aside, then he slips out to shower.
A good fifteen minutes later, he opens the door to let out a gust of steam and sees his clothes are gone. The hallway is empty, half-lit by the light coming from downstairs. The Bakugous have been as nonchalant about their spontaneous guest as Bakugou himself; even so, Kirishima tries not to linger or make too much noise as he sneaks back to Bakugou’s room.
“Baku. I’m back.”
Bakugou gives him a grunt of acknowledgement from where he’s fitting some sheets over the couch, folded out to provide a decently sized bed. There’s a pillow and a pile of blankets next to him, wrapped in fresh linen as well. It’s unlikely he’s stopped doing stuff since Kirishima left and if he is about ready to crash in five to ten minutes, he can’t imagine how Bakugou is doing right now.
Y’know, the guy who just survived being kidnapped by Japan’s newest and most notorious villain menace. No amount of pretense can make that simple fact undone.
Kirishima pads over to help, the offer to take over already on his lips but– Too late. The last corner is already being tucked in and laid flat with grim-faced efficiency. Left with nothing else to do, Kirishima sits down on the very edge, eyes downcast and fingers fiddling with the hem of his borrowed shirt. There’s some sort of band logo on it, an English word written in that typical death-metal-font that looks like someone dumped a bunch of white sticks in a pile and called it a day.
It’s soft. A little loose and frayed around the edges.
“Hey, Baku?”
Taking the blankets, Bakugou dumps them in Kirishima’s lap. “Mh?” He makes to step away and Kirishima doesn’t think, just reaches out and catches the back of his shirt.
“Dude, seriously. Just… sit down for a minute. Please?”
And Bakugou… listens. He stops, he frowns at Kirishima for a moment like he’s trying to figure out what his deal is, he sighs like he’s been presented with the world’s most aggravating puzzle – and then he tells Kirishima to scooch. “What? I’m not gonna sit on the fucking floor”, he says.
Kirishima can’t keep the relief off his face as he gladly makes room on the couch, leaning against its arm and tucking his legs in. Once Bakugou has settled, cross-legged with an elbow propped on the backrest, Kirishima throws the blanket over both of ‘em. Might as well get comfortable while they still can.
“Okay.” He steels himself with a long, slow breath. “I know you hate this kinda thing and we’re both tired and… stuff. Still, though: Are you okay?”
Bakugou gives him a look, which– Okay, fair. It’s a dumb question with an obvious answer. Kirishima doesn’t back down, though, humming to buy himself some time to rephrase.
“Like… It’s fine if you’re not. Okay, I mean. And if you’d rather go the fuck to bed and not think about this for a while that’s fine, too. But that was pretty rough and you’ve been, um, quiet. And stuff. So, I’m kinda worried. Y’know?”
Kirishima pauses. A bit lower, he mumbles: “And I missed you. So yeah.”
At some point, he dropped his gaze to his hands, limp and useless in his lap. Kirishima swore not to be a coward anymore but it’s hard, to speak and ask about things in full awareness he has no fucking clue what he’s doing.
All he wants is for Bakugou to be okay. That’s all that matters, at the end of a day like this.
“I’m not”, Bakugou says, tentatively. Like he’s making up his mind as he goes. “I’m not gonna waste your time with ‘I’m fine’. I’m not. This shit’s fucked up.” And again he sighs, sounding so fucking tired Kirishima’s heart squeezes in sympathy.
“I haven’t slept in three fucking days; my shoulders are killing me from using my quirk and sitting chained to that stupid chair and whatever the fuck else. The League scouted me specifically because they thought I’d make a good villain and fuck them for that. Fuck them. But it’s just… It’s whatever. It doesn’t matter.”
Whatever Kirishima expected, it’s not that. He looks up and into Bakugou’s eyes and–
He can’t mean that, can he? Kirishima searches his face for evidence to the contrary, traces the tension around Bakugou’s mouth and the exhaustion smudged under his eyes and the line between his brows, growing deeper under Kirishima’s scrutiny. It all reads defeat. It hurts.
They won, right? A childish voice within Kirishima can’t help but cling to that even as he looks back down. They won, and things are supposed to get better when you win.
“People got hurt. People died, Kiri. Heroes, too.” Bakugou takes a shaky breath, a hand going to his hair and rubbing it roughly. “Fucking… Best Jeanist was there and nobody at the precinct wanted to tell me if he’s alive or dead or what. All of Kamino Ward is fucking gone and All Might–”
Bakugou’s voice cracks right down the middle and it hurts. Like there’s a beast tearing through Kirishima’s chest to rip out his heart and throw it to the floor, stubbornly beating as it bleeds out.
Kirishima wants to say something. Anything. All he can hear is Bakugou’s breathing but it’s all wrong, off-rhythm and thread-bare and upset, and any doubt what that means is erased as Bakugou’s hand clenches on the sheets and he sniffs, wet on the exhale.
“Baku–”
“Don’t. Kiri, don’t–”
He’s always been like that, ordering him around and demanding things when politeness dictates to ask for them instead. His tone is as close to pleading as Kirishima’s ever heard from Bakugou, though, and it twists him up inside to the point he feels distantly nauseous.
“Don’t look.” Bakugou isn’t supposed to sound like that. Not now, not ever. “Okay? Don’t f-fucking– Don’t look at me right now.”
“Okay”, Kirishima says. “I won’t.” His own voice is a mess as well, trembling all over the place. “I won’t, Nitro. I won’t.”
You’re safe, is what he wants to tell him. It’s okay, you’re safe now. That’s not what Bakugou is asking of him. Kirishima can’t stop himself from crying because it’s always been hard not to when the people he loves are doing it, but… He tries. For Bakugou, he’ll always try.
Through eyes heavily clouded by tears, he sees Bakugou’s hand tighten, knuckles going white and bloodless. Painfully tense, and Kirishima can’t stand the sight of that, either.
He shuffles a little closer to place his hand over that fist, careful to only touch the back of Bakugou’s hand. Kirishima whispers, “I’m here”, and Bakugou audibly swallows. He lets him slip his fingers in-between his own.
Holding on, just as he did in the car and when they met in mid-air, that desperate instance that decided whether he would make it out alive or not.
Bakugou holds on even as he breaks for good and his shoulders shake with his sobs. As he continues to breathe in gulps of air that sound strangled and desperate, through tears that leave a pattern of uneven dots on the blanket. By morning they will be gone without a trace: The sun will come up, the world will continue to travel around it, and time will reveal the road they walk on as they walk it, step by step by step.
Just because it’s meant to pass doesn’t make this moment any less real. Any less important. Kirishima sits there and listens to his best friend cry. He remembers days spent without him and the mad dash to save him. He thinks of dumb questions and obvious answers.
It’s hard to tell if this is one of them, so he gathers all his courage and asks: “Katsuki. Can I hug you?”
Just like last time, Bakugou doesn’t say anything. He laughs, a watery, humorless thing – and he pulls at Kirishima’s shirt to crush him to his chest. His arms wind around Kirishima’s neck, Bakugou’s face pressing against his hair where Kirishima won’t be able to see him.
It’s fine. Kirishima’s great at hugs; he can totally work with that. Clenching his eyes shut, he adjusts his grip around Bakugou’s waist so he can rub his back, following the bumps of his spine. Up and down, over and over. Bakugou goes boneless in their embrace, not about to let go anytime soon and neither will Kirishima.
Eventually, Kirishima tucks his head against Bakugou’s shoulder, blinking sleep from his eyes. Safe. He doesn’t fight the sharp-toothed smile on his lips. Bakugou mumbles, “Fucking sap”, nearly drowned out by their collective sniffling.
It sounds a whole lot like thank you. Kirishima’s smile only grows.
>>Chapter 5
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bnha#mha#bakugou katsuki#kirishima eijirou#kiribaku#bnha fanfiction#hi kamino still makes me emo: the manifesto#this fic is also on AO3!!#reblogs appreciated c:#my stuff
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What about "bath" with Joseph for the prompt thing? 😏
[A/N: this one got a little out of hand and is much longer than the others... and i also started a part 2, so... yeah confirmed I’m still thirsty af for Joseph Joestar]
💧 Singing in the Rain 💧
“This is a disaster!”
You exclaimed the declaration of the evening as Joesph Joestar tugged you quickly through the late night streets of New York in the pouring rainstorm. Around you, people fluttered every which way, similarly caught in the downpour as you were. Your entire evening had been ruined, even more than Joseph could know.
You had finally convinced yourself that tonight was the night you would tell him how you truly felt, that you wanted to spend all your days wrapped up in his arms, laughing at his cheesy jokes, and chiding him for his childish behavior. The two of you had been dancing around flirtations for some time now, but you weren’t sure of how he truly felt for you; if it was the same. You had braced yourself for rejection, but most of your nerves had melted away upon meeting up with him and seeing his bright, grinning face.
But as you ran along looking for shelter, Joseph having thrown his coat over your head in an attempt to keep you dry, you felt the rain washing away all your determination and preparedness. You were miserable. The evening had been ruined.
Finally you spotted a cafe awning with dozens of people already huddling beneath it, but with just enough room for the both of you to squeeze in. Still clutching your hand, Joseph pulled you beneath it beside him. The proximity to Joseph that you found yourself, as well as the fact that he’d given you his jacket so his shirt beneath was absolutely soaked and see-threw, did nothing to make the night any better.
“It really is,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Huh?” You looked up toward his face as he towered over you.
“A disaster. What you just said.”
“Oh, right,” hearing him say it made your heart sink even more. Now there was no way you could confess to him tonight.
“I don’t imagine Speedwagon will come to our rescue any time soon,” Joseph groaned. “Damn it!”
“It’s okay,” you told him gently, confused by his outburst but immediately wanting to ease his frustrations. It’s how you were with him, how you’d always been. Joseph was an impulsive person, and you had always had the desire to calm him. You figured that was what drew you to him, how bright and full of life he was. “I don’t mind waiting with you. I mean, of course this sucks. We’re literally taking a shower in the street, it’s coming down so hard. But I still always have a good time when you’re around, JoJo.”
The words kept spilling out before you could stop them, and your eyes widened when you realized what you had said. It was just a mention of “love” short of the confession you’d planned this evening. Your cheeks began to heat up out of habit.
Amazingly, you watched as something changed in Joseph’s expression. The frustration cleared away, and something seemed to lift off his shoulders. Joseph seized your hand in his once again.
“You’re right, you’re absolutely blood right. Let’s do it anyway!”
You didn’t even get to ask what, as he suddenly yanked you out of the sanctuary under the awning, barely giving you enough time to throw his coat over your head again. Joseph ran out into the rain again, you stumbling along to keep up behind him. Somewhere along the way his coat was torn out of your hand. Joseph came to stop below a streetlamp, the two of you dripping and soggy. That miserable feeling began to wash over you again as Joseph turned to you.
“JoJo, what are we doing? Shouldn’t we go back and wait for Speedwagon?” Your voice was almost at a yell, to reach his ears over the pounding and roaring of the rain on the street.
“We will, just a moment!” He exclaimed back, grabbing both of your hands now. “[Y/n], there is something I meant to tell you tonight, and I’m just gonna come out and say it. I love you, and I want you to be mine!”
You blinked, and the rain want even there anymore. You weren’t soaking wet, you weren’t miserable any longer. All you saw was Joseph Joestar in front of you, holding your hands, and your mind played his words over and over in your head for a minute. I love you, and I want you to be mine!
It was hard to tell if it was just the rain, but you felt like you were crying, so it must have been both. You nodded vigorously, not wanting Joseph to get the wrong idea. “Yes! Yes of course- I can’t- I cannot believe- JoJo I was going to do the same thing-“
Characteristic of him, Joseph silenced your incoherent babble with a sloppy kiss. His lips were cold from the rain but kissing him was still everything you had ever dreamed it would be. When he tried to slip his tongue past your lips you bit back at him warningly; then let him explore your mouth anyway. The two of you kissed in the downpour with the desperation and cliche of a cheesy romance movie.
You weren’t sure how long you were there, either, when the headlights of a car pulled up and honked at you. Pulling away from Joseph, you were relieved to see Joseph’s guardian, Mr. Speedwagon, was in the driver’s seat. He looked exasperated, as the poor man had probably seen what the two of you had been doing; then again, you couldn’t remember a moment that Speedwagon didn’t look aghast while dealing with Joseph.
You felt a bump against your back, as Joseph leaned in to your ear and whispered. “Let’s have a bath instead of a shower when we get back.”
You could picture perfectly the grin on his face as he walked you over to the waiting car.
#bree writes#jojo fanfiction#joseph x reader#joseph joestar#one word prompt#300 follower celebration 💖💖💖#the og jojo crushes#singing in the rain part 1
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Kimera Moth
((So this came to be after some discussion with some buds of mine. Basically the joke is that Moth Man in reality is my sona. She was drunk af one night and shit happened. Thus this is how it went down))
It was a hot summers night somewhere in the forests of West Virginia. Normally filled with sounds of crickets and other nightly bugs and critters. But tonight the peace was interrupted by someone stumbling around bumping into things cursing into the darkness.
Kimera grumbled as she stumbled around in the darkness. Her normal magenta colored eyes had taken a red color, her cape was torn and hood down, hair a mess filled with leaves and twigs from getting snagged in trees. She held a beer bottle in her left hand taking a swing from it as she stumbled through the forest,clearly not her first bottle due to the level of intoxicated she was.
"Dam assholes, fucken taking off without me." She grumbles finally just flopping down onto a random fallen tree.
"Salty fuckers just mad I won the shape shifting contest."
That would explain the different color of her eyes and also the ring of fur that now adored her neck like a big fluffy collar. Kimera groaned as she drank the last of her beer.
"Fuck! That was my last bottle too! Now I'm lost and all out of booze! FML!" she said tossing the bottle aside sliding down the tree a little. She began to try to pick leaves outta her hair, growing frustrated as her claws got snagged in it. As she struggled to detangle her claws, she slipped off the tree and landed head first into a bush.
She huffed and struggled to stand up. Her large mismatched wings being a bit too heavy for her in her drunken state. After a bit she finally managed to get up, nearly falling over again. She rubbed her forehead grumbling as she stumbled out of the bush. Her hair was now even more messy and had 2 leaves poking out of it looking like some insect antennas of some sort. She huffed a bit flicking some dirt on her wings.
"Alright, ya too big for me right now." She said to herself as folded her wings to her body
"I need lighter wings for now, which shall I use?" She thought out loud. After a bit of pondering, she decided to shift her normal feathered and bat like wings into a matching set of moth wings. Easy to fold and light to walk with.
She looks at them for a bit, musing on how silly she must look with them before folding them onto her back and proceeding the keep walking forward... well as forward as she could.
She walked for a while, cursing all the way, trying to find her way out of the forest.
She soon came to a road and walked along it hoping it would lead her out.
What she didn't know was that there was a couple walking up the road twords her.
Said couple were kinda tipsy themselves, and frankly kinda stupid to be this far out in the forest that late at night.
They snickered together, the girl leaning up against the boy as he had his arm around her. He whispered something into her ear which made her giggle and lightly shove at him as they walked.
Suddenly the boy stopped and shushed his partner. They both stayed silent and listened. They could hear some nonsensical gibberish coming from a few feet in front of them. The girl reached for her phone as they saw a shadow moving up the path. With shaking arms she reached for her phone to turn on the flashlight and point it at whatever was inas front of them.
Kimera grumbled having tripped over and fallen once again. She was contemplating just calling it a night in a nearby tree as she got up. Suddenly she was hit with a blinding light. She hissed, flaring up her wings to try and block it. Her eyes scanning around to see the sorce.
But as soon as it appeared, the light disappeared leaving darkness once more and the sound of frightened screams and feet running down the path.
"Fuck it," Kimera grumbled as she walked over a tree and by some miracle managed to get up until she was hidden in its branches.
"I'm just...gonna snooze here tonight." She grumbles dozing off.
The girl had shown her flashlight right into the glowing red eyes of some... something! The creature had let out an unholy hissing noise and raised its monstrous wings at the couple ready to attack them... or a they thought. They froze for a moment in shock, the girl quickly snapping a pic just to make sure she wasn't seeing things before shoving her phone into her pocket.
They took off running down the path, screaming as the creature seemed to move twords them for a second before retreating into the forest.
When they arrived into town, they headed straight for the police station to report what they had seen. The police of course didn't believe them, about to make them leave till the girl showed them the picture. It was a bit blurry but you could see a clear silhouette of something large and moth like. They took down the couples report and had the girl send them a copy of the picture before sending them home promising to look into it. Did
A couple of days later, the whole town knew of the mysterious creature roaming the woods of their small town. They had named the creature... Moth Man.
Kimera found herself, now sober and in her human disguise, in a diner having breakfast. She noticed the town was more busy and excited than usual. She took a sip of her organge juice and stopped a passing waitress.
"Hey miss? What's a the hullabaloo going on these days? Did something happen?" She asked
The waitress blinked surprised.
"Oh you haven't heard?! A couple days ago, a couple was out in the woods and ran into a strange and horrifying creature! Nearly ate them before they managed to run off!" She said
Kimera froze for a bit and gulped. Oh no,had she done something stupid while drunk?
"Ah really?! You don't say!" She said sounded alarmed
"How did the creature look like?" She asked
The waitress handed her a newspaper before heading off to attend another table.
Kimera took a deep breath and lifted the paper up to see. There on the front page was an article that read.
"Moth Man attacks!
A mysterious bipedal moth like creature spotted in the forest of West Virginia near the town of West Point. Witness say-"
Kimera stared down at the blurry yet well taken picture. She could see the silhouette of the creature well and suddenly the memories just came flooding back.
She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.
"Aw shit! Observants gonna be PISSED at this one." She grumbled to herself.
Just then her phone rang, signaling an incoming message. She didn't even have to look to know who it was.
She groans putting the paper in her pocket and paying for her food before heading out.
She was in for it now.
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Dabi with an s/o that really like digital art and writing? Like, spending most of her time on her computer drawing, listening to music and writing??
(AN: Yay more Dabi! ヽ(＊>∇
“Babe, I’m back,” a rough voice calls out when walking through his front door. After a long night of League business all the scarred man wants to do is come home, kick back and relax with his girlfriend.
Taking off his overcoat before sitting on the couch Dabi kicks off his boots and sighs, rubbing his neck. She still hasn’t replied, which normally would worry him given his ‘profession’, but lately he’s been a lot less worried about it and more annoyed because he knows the exact reason why. And he’s already irate after the mission tonight didn’t go as expected.
Standing back up he rounds the couch and heads for their bedroom, already able to make out the sounds of tapping on the keyboard. ‘She’s at it again? Doesn’t she ever take a break from those things?’
Pushing the door open he peers in and his cerulean orbs land on her sitting at her desk in front of the computer; her (short, long) (hair color) hair brushed at least and she’s in pajamas, her (eye color) eyes glued to the screen while her fingers fly across the keyboard clearly typing more... fanfiction? Is that what she called it? Bluetooth earbuds sit in her ears music pumping through them loud enough that when he starts coming closer he can make out some of the lyrics.
At first he’d think it kind of cute (F/n)’d stay up so late because it used to be she was waiting on him to get home, but now it’s to finish chapters on her fanfics or requests, that or drawing and doing art for other people.
When he’s complained about it in front of the others he was called ‘petty’ or ‘jealous’ for feeling so annoyed that she’d rather be on that and talking to others online then spending time with him when he’s home. Honestly he could care less what they all think, or even if he is being either of those, he just likes to be with his girlfriend even if he won’t say it out loud.
“Hey, I’m home,” he says after plucking a bud out of her ear. (F/n) jumps and looks at him, wide eyed and blinking a bit. “I tried to tell you that already but you didn’t hear me. When was the last time you got off that thing?”
“Oh really? I, uh, I’m sorry, I got wrapped up in the newer chapters of that big fic I’m writing. It’s, um... Been a few hours- What time is it?” She looks at the time on the computer and is taken back. “It’s already 2 am?!”
“Yep, time to get off, junkie,” he tells her, not giving her a choice as he crosses his arms and gives her a look telling her to save whatever she’s doing and turn it off.
She gives in after mumbling,”I’m almost done though...” With the computer off she stands, her legs shaky from sitting all day and Dabi shaking his head, starting to undress to change into pajama pants and head to bed. She looks at him with guilty eyes and pushes some hair back, sitting on their bed watching him. He’s not looking but she knows he’s not happy; she’s been aware how much she’s been attached to her devices, and while she’s tried to just ignore them and watch TV or draw in her sketchbook instead she gets roped right back in. To be honest, if it weren’t for him stepping in as often as he does she’d probably constantly be on them. “... Are you made, Dabi?”
“Me? Mad? When do I get mad?” he means it as a joke but his tone of voice has some bitterness to it. (F/n) fidgets with her shirt, biting her lip while trying to think of a response. He glances at her and sighs quietly. Why does she always have to give that face? Like a puppy who got caught digging in the garbage, and he has trouble staying mad at her but he still keeps up the face because, well, she’s not getting off that easily.
“I’m sorry...” she mumbles, staring at the blankets and getting lost in thought. He faces her, getting ready to reply when she continues,”To be honest... I’m sure you’ll think I’m silly, given I’m dating you despite knowing you’re a villain, but I get lonely... I think that’s why I’ve gotten so wrapped up in talking to people online and making things for them cause...” She turns red and hides her face with the blanket. “C-Cause I mi-miss you okay?!” She blurts it out despite how embarrassed she feels; he’s a villain, and he’s Dabi, he probably will just crack a joke or tell her it can’t be helped, which is true. But it still doesn’t make it any better.
The one thing (F/n) isn’t expecting is her boyfriend climbing onto the bed and scooting up behind her, wrapping his lean arms around her and hiding his face in the crook of her neck.
Her heart is thundering, although it almost sounds like two- she pauses that train of thought she immediately when realizing she can feel his heartbeating as he presses his bare chest against her back. She turns her head to look at his and can barely make out the red dusting his cheeks. It’s not a lot but the fact he’s blushing at all is a miracle.
“Da-”
“You’re too cute for your own good, you know that, babe?”
She flushes worse and he lifts his head so his cerulean meet her (eye color). He gives his lazy grin and leans in, reaching a hand up to tilt her head and kissing her. As the lip lock deepens he gets her to turn so she’s facing him better and she moves her arms around his neck, kissing back. They end it after a couple minutes and he smirks, (F/n) knowing exactly what it means.
“Way too cute.~”
(AN: I love writing bacon boy but i also wonder if i make him too soft.... I dunno, hope you guys enjoy, requests are always open (ง ´͈౪`͈)ว )
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