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jubiilee13 · 6 months

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JOSH HUTCHERSON. I do badly wanna make a request for Josh from the forger but I must show restraint

Anyways Mike asking you to officially be his gf?

JOSH HUTCHERSON JOSH HUTCHERSON AOQWEIIOWEIOOIAWEFIOFWAEWGAGEHRGAHREW

my husband

anyways here u go pooksters

warnings: female pronouns, fluff, reader has a nightmare, smooching just a lil

I didn’t check spelling on this so if it’s horrible I’m so sorry 😭

mikes job was not an easy one.

neither was managing a younger sister.

but thats where you came in.

you and mike had known one another since high school, though you two hadn’t been the closest pair at the time. gentle smiles in the halls and small hellos were about all that went on in your mind.

but not for sweet old mike.

he adored you, every second he got to be in your presence was like heaven.

looking back on it he wasn't sure how you hadn't noticed his longing stares, the blush coating his cheeks, the way he fumbled over his words.

he was in love with you, that was clear to everyone but you.

so when the end of high school rolled around, the two of you fell out of touch.

he was sad, yes, but he had abby to worry about, and some cute girl couldn't get in his way.

so for the next few years nothing happened between the two of you, and he just assumed you had moved away to some far away place. eventually the amount thoughts of you in his mind began to dwindle down, until you only crossed his mind at most 2 times a year.

that was until a few months ago that is...

long story short mike had posted a few flyers about needing a baby sitter for abby, and low and behold someone sent him a message and sweetly said they'd love to meet up with him over coffee to discuss more details.

so thats exactly what happened, mike put on his most formal clothes (which wasnt really much) and began his journey to the coffee shop. He anxiously wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, silently cursing himself for his nervous habits. before he knew it the coffee shop was just ahead, and as he stepped inside it was like his heart stopped beating.

it was you.

He tried to hide his smile but you could read that man like an open book.

The two of you talked for several hours, about the job, about life, about everything.

you could've kept going even, if it werent for mike having to pick up abby from school.

so you bid your farewells and mike informed you that you could start watching abby the following day.

as mike worked each night, you stayed with abby, doing everything with her, and she loved it.

every day she would gush to mike about you, talking about the adventures and fun times the two of you had shared.

mike listened every time as well, and every time he did so he couldnt help but note how his feelings for you began to return.

after all, you were so sweet, so gentle, so... loving.

how could he help it?

every morning after his shift he would come home to find leftovers on the counter, alongside a small handwritten note from you, each time saying something ever so sweet.

on top of that he would also find you dozing on the couch, and every time he saw you sleeping so peacefully he would just admire you for a few moments, always opting to cover you with his jacket or a blanket before he sent himself off to bed as well.

so that brings us to tonight.

mike walks through the door with a yawn, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he places his vest on the coat rack, dragging himself into the kitchen as he picks up your sweet note.

"abby insisted on pizza and spaghetti tonight so take your pick sugar, i hope work was well, i hope you dont mind but i forgot a change of clothes tonight and abby grabbed a pair of your boxers and an old sweatshirt of yours, i just threw it on for tonight, i promise ill get it back to you clean asap! lots of love, - y/n" the note read.

mike cant help but chuckle at your rambling, and he picks up the plate full of pizza and he reaches out to open the microwave but stops in his tracks when he hears something.

something so faint he wasnt even sure he had really heard it.

then it happened again, louder now and mikes blood ran cold.

it was you, your cries.

mike rushes into the living room, and his body visibly relaxes when he finds you still deep in slumber on the couch.

a small frown falls on his face when he notices you squirming, a distressed look across your sleeping features as a few frantic words escape your mouth in slumber.

"no! mike- mike please- dont- i need you mike please" you murmured, so softly that mike was sure he was hallucinating.

still he approached your sleeping figure, his rough hands gently making their way to your shoulders.

“hey hey hey” he whispered as he gently shook you, concern in his eyes.

yet you didn’t budge, body trembling beneath him as small whines escape you, even some small tears slipping past your closed eyes.

he shook you harder now, and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when you shoot upright, but his relief quickly fades as a quiet sob escapes your lips.

your teary e/c eyes scan over him, almost checking to see if it’s really him.

once your brain finally decides to accept the fact that he’s really in front of you, you fling yourself towards him, more sobs escaping your lips “oh mikey” you cry out.

mike immediately wraps his arms around your torso, one hand moving up to comb through your hair.

“woah woah woah I’m right here pretty girl, I’m here, I’m here” he coos into your ear, holding your trembling frame.

the two of you stayed like that until your sobs turned into small sniffles, your head resting on his shoulder as you took in his scent.

“m’sorry…” you mumble into the crook of his neck

“it’s ok don’t apologise silly, do you wanna talk about it?” he quietly asks you, and you nod.

“I- you died mikey… in my dream… you- you were gone! I- I was so scared… I can’t lose you” you say between hiccups, and he hopes you can’t tell how your words make his heart race.

“im not leaving anytime soon pretty girl, can i tell you a secret y/n?” he asks as he brushes a hair behind your ear.

he chuckles when you nod and cuddle further into him, his face flushing ever so slightly, not that you could notice in the dim light of the room anyways.

“ive been in love with you since freshman year” he murmurs, and with those words your body grows stiff and you sight upright.

“y-you have?” your shaky voice asks

he nods, his orbs locking onto your own, and he goes to speak, his nerves getting the best of him, but before he can you cut him off.

with a kiss.

you had kissed mike.

mike just kissed the love of his life.

the kiss was sweet, gentle, and it seemingly lasted forever.

the two of you eventually pulled away for air, chests heaving as you both gasp gently for air.

you both go to speak at the same time

“I love you so much-“

“I’m so in love with you”

you both gasp at the others words, and you can’t help but giggle.

“so does this mean..?” you question, as you absentmindedly cuddle closer into him

“mean what? that you’re my girlfriend?” he asks gently

“if you want me to be” you say with a smile, awaiting his next words

“well how can I say no to a smile like that?”

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this is prob really bad I haven’t written in forever but I’m lowkey kinda proud of it for rn, I hope you enjoy!

#gaytoadwithapopsicle <3 #request #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #michael afton #michael afton x reader

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gabessquishytum · 4 months

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So this was literally a horny dream I had: Hob is a highwayman. Lil bit of a Robin Hood type, robbing the rich to give to the poor (but also pocketing a good bit of the money he's no saint). And one day he waylays a carriage, and is in the process of relieving the occupants of their valuables, when he notices that something is... off. The carriage has a bunch of guards and only two occupants, an older man with a cane and an absolutely beautiful man about Hob's age, maybe a little younger. But neither of them has anything terribly valuable on them, so why all the guards? And why is the older man watching the young man more carefully than HOB, a robber with a loaded gun? And the young man looks awful, exhausted and disheveled and heartsick, maybe even a little physically sick, like he's been running on spite instead of food and water for... a while now.

The young man isn't watching Hob either, his eyes keep darting between the open carriage door and the old man. And there's a brief moment that the robbery gets tense and he flinches, which is perfectly reasonable behavior in a robbery, except that he's flinching TOWARD Hob, who is, again, a robber with a loaded gun.

So Hob, trusting his instincts, turns to the young man with a rougish grin, and says something about how there's nothing of value in the carriage- unless, perhaps, the young man is worth the ransom. He's got his back to the older man, and he's frantically trying to convey what he's actually asking with his eyes, even though this is a complete stranger who probably doesn't know him well enough for that.

But the young man nods, almost imperceptibly.

Hob immediately gets an arm around his wait and drags him from the carriage. None of the guards seem quite sure what to do as he slowly backs away, gun trained on their leader. The young man in his arms puts up a very good show of resisting capture without actually hampering Hob's grip on him, or his aim. (And I'm not quite capturing the vibe of the dream, where they've both wholeheartedly decided to trust each other in this life-or-death situation, but it was like- those two minutes of slowly backing away, Hob rambling about demanding a ransom in the hope of baffling everyone with his bullshit, have bonded the two of them for life, becauseit proved to both of them they can trust each other absolutely)

As soon as they're a good way off from the carriage, Hob grabs the man's hand and runs.

Once they're back at Hob's hideout the man introduces himself: his name is Dream, he's the second son of an extremely powerful family. The other man in the carriage, Roderick Burgess, had essentially kidnapped him, dragging him away from whatever university he was at to have him forcibly married to one of his sons. He suspects that a member of his own family helped arrange the forced marriage, but he can't be certain.

I forget how exactly it played out, but Hob ended up offering to go back to Dream's family home with him, essentially as a bodyguard- Dream is planning to just run away before anyone can succeed at forcibly marrying him off, but there are a few valuables he needs to grab from his family home first, and a few of his siblings he wants to let know about his plans.

So they do that. Although I think if I were doing this as a fic I'd put a little breather here, where they stay in Hob’s hideout for a bit until they can pull together a disguise for Hob, and Hob ends up nursing Dream back to health because he is a MESS from the kidnapping- nobody had physically harmed him (yet), but between the stress and the fact that he spent the whole time refusing to eat (partially out of spite, partially fear of being drugged) it did a NUMBER on him.

(Also this wasn't just a nebulously historical au in my dream it also nebulously took place in the omegaverse, which mostly meant that 'forced marriage' was also 'forced mating' but there was also this thing where when they do go back to Dream's family home, alpha!Hob is pretending to be omega!Dream's chaperone. And I would LOVE to figure out what sort of worldbuilding my subconscious mind intended to exist there.)

So they go back to Dream's family, and it's tense. Hob is pretending to be a Societally Acceptable acquaintance of Dream's, who's chaperoning him for Dream's safety after Dream escaped from being kidnapped twice. Dream's spinning a story about how Burgess kidnapped him, and then he was double-kidnapped by a highwayman, but managed to run away from the highwayman and went to his friend Robert for help. Dream's parents are pretending they know NOTHING about why Burgess would POSSIBLY have kidnapped Dream.

And everyone is pretending to believe each other's lies. Hob picks up on how to mimic 'upper-class gentleman' fairly quickly, but he's an awful actor (so ironically, the impression he's giving isn't 'highwayman pretending to be a gentleman' so much as it's 'gentleman who's lying about how he knows Dream'). And Dream and Hob both know that whoever arranged for Dream to be kidnapped in the first place will try again.

So they grab Dream’s belongings the first chance they get, slip a note to Death explaining what they're going to do (and asking her to explain things to Delirium if she gets the chance), and run for it. (And proceed to do a lot of robbery together, still Robin Hood style but specifically targeting people that Dream KNOWS are assholes. Hob's in charge of strategy, Dream's in charge of covering their tracks, they cooperate on the actual robbery part. Hob often tells Dream that he knew from the moment they met that they'd be able to work together this well.)

Burgess does eventually catch up to them, but by that point there's not much he can DO. He can't accuse them of theft, no one would ever believe that the lovely young couple living in a modest house at the edge of town are secretly criminals. Sure, they definitely have money but they're so generous with it, they couldnt be thevies. And even if someone DID believe him, Dream covered their tracks too well.

And he can't pull off the forced marriage thing, either, because Hob and Dream are very much married/mated. (And maybe, depending on how long it takes Burgess to catch up, have a kid on the way...)

YAY!! ficlet in my inbox!! I'm jealous of your dreaming brain, to be honest. Last night I dreamt I was playing catch with a hamster.

I especially like this being omegaverse because the whole "forced mating" thing is such a genuinely horrifying threat and I love the hurt/comfort of it all. The biological compulsion of mating and heats and all that stuff is so genuinely scary, and I bet Dream would HATE his body for it's omegaish tendencies. Adding my own personal omegaverse headcanon, I like the idea of Dream actively getting sick because he's with Burgess, who is literally physically repellent to him. Like, his body actively rejects the whole thing and even starts to shut down because the scent is so disgusting, he can't deal with it any more... its only when he's been around Hob’s scent for a while, that he actually starts to recover properly.

Imagine how proud Dream would be of his mating mark, one which comes from genuine love and mutual respect. He'd be standing behind Hob looking so smug as Burgess rages and throws a tantrum. How dare Dream be happy?! Hob is probably itching for permission to kill Burgess for threatening/scaring/just being in Dream’s presence, but Dream doesn't even care. He wants Burgess to live and suffer in his miserable old age with a son who doesn't even like him.

Meanwhile Dream will be happily raising his own son with Hob, and having the time of his life commiting dramatic robberies and distributing wealth among those who deserve it. Its the happiness he truly deserves.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw kidnapping

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soobiri · 2 months

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Jealousy with enhypen Hyung line ★

Hyung·line!Xfem!reader

Summary– how the Hyung line acts when they see another guy with you

Warnings–not proof read, Hyung line not in order, cussing.

💌- my head is legit Dry rn, also I'm back at school, and idk how to right ffs. BUT PLZ SEND REQUESTS YALLLL!!!!!!

Heeseung would probably have the smallest things that set him off,like you would be in the mall, and as you two sit at one of the random benches this guy walks passed and smiles at you, immediately, heeseung would just be automatically protective over you... Like if his arm wasn't already around your waist, it would be squeezing your side, he knows you wouldn't do anything, but he Hayes it when guys look at you, so when this guy walks passed again and asks for your name n number, heeseung flips... "The fuck do you think you are huh dude? Can't you tell she's not interested!?" He immediately stands up, letting go of you, as his tall figure towers over the man. Practically with his chest pressing into the guys chin."now fuck off or I'll make you". Bro is out of there in no time :/.

Jay would be a bit more calm yet still firm,like if it was one of your guy friends, he already didn't like him to begin with, but when you guys go out for a lunch one afternoon, and he's a lil too touchy, Jay notices. "You look so pretty with your hair like that, you should do it more Y/Nie!!" Jay immediately stares into the side of this guys head, if possible, burning holes into his skull with his eyes. He wants to say something, but doesn't want to upset you or make a scene (yet). "Uh Y/N, can I talk to you, privately?" You know exactly why, Jay wasn't really the jealous type, but if anyone ever tried to flirt with his girl, INFRONT OF HIM... He would not have it. "Oh Uhm sure,what's up babe?" As the two of you walk out the café, Jay rambles. "Who does he think he is 'y/nie', it's like hes trying to make me angry, touching your hair, looking into your eyes,he's clearly in love with you!!" Standing there completely sceptical of the whole ordeal, you gave him a kiss to the cheek, "everything is perfectly fine baby, and I'm your okay, only yours" he lets out a sigh of relief when he sees your pretty smile, the two of you walk back into the café with Jay stuck to your waist.

Jake would be so sulky omg... Like you guys would be taking Layla for a walk to a dog park, and he'd stop to answer a phone call "oh, uh babe you can continue without me, Lemme just answer this call, hello-?" You threw a thumbs up at him, and continued walking Layla to the park, as you entered a guy walked passed with his beagle. She immediately ran up to Layla "woah- easy girly!!" The tall stranger said to his little mutt. Her and Layla began sniffing each other and all the things dogs do when first meeting. The other dogs owner looked up at you " they seem to rlly like each other huh?" "Oh Uhm yes, nice to see shes making friends" you replied, with your words coming out in a rush, as you waited for Jake to arrive. As you saw him approach in the distance, he was able to hear the rest of the conversation " hey, so I'm looking for a mom for my lil girl, do you think you could do the job??" As soon as Jake heard that he immediately darted towards you . Before you could say anything he interrupted "oh I actually hav- hey baby, oh who's this?" He says as he snakes his hand around your waist, kissing the top of your crown. The stranger just scoffs and him and his dog leave. "Maybe you should have waited with me huh love?" "Maybe you should have answered your phone another time huh, love??"

Sunghoon would have taken you on an ice skating date, trying to teach you how to ice skate, but when he leaves you to practice on the ice alone while he grabs a coffee, something he wanted least, had happened . You were finally able to balance yourself on the ice, and able to glide around the ring with ease. Until well, you couldn't. You practically went crashing down, and of it wasn't for the guy on the opposite side of the ring, you could have bonked your head pretty bad ( not that you would have minded, cuz we know hoonie would take care of youu). You saw this guy eyeing you when the 2 of you first arrived, winking at you, smirking, and even waved once or twice. "Woah, princess you could have gotten seriously hurt?" He says, struggling to hold his balance himself. "Oh thanks, I'm so sorry, you can let me go now" "not even a proper thank you, your prince in shining Armor is here!" You gave him a confused look, trying to get out of his grip " now where do you think your tryna go princess" out of nowhere the guy practically falls over and you fall back into the familiar embrace of your loving hoonie(Elsa) . "The fuck? Don't you listen dude, she told you to let her go! Touch my girl one more time and you'll do more than fall over you little fuck" you basically had to hold sunghoon back from murdering this guy... Oh the things he would do for his ice princess<3

#enhypen #enha #engene #soobiri #enha x y/n #enha x reader #Hyung line

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 1 year

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I have a request! Kinda loosely based on a experience I dealt with. Reader is super shy and deals with social anxiety. She is invited to a party by her friend and reader is trying her best to just go with the flow, relax. She notices eddie is there, who she’s been crushing on for some time and he sees her having a slight panic attack when football players start to tease her. Eddie steps in and takes her to a safe place for her to ground herself and Eddie is super sweet and caring and has a little crush on reader too. Maybe a lil smutty at the end? ❤️

Oh dear Anon, I very much feel with you 🌸💕

Thank you for this wonderful ask! I really hope I did it justice although I wasn't really feeling the smut in there ❤️

Your head was spinning by the time you stepped out of the front door and felt the fresh, nearly cold early spring air filling your nostrils. The situation inside had simply been way too much for you, so many people you barely ever seen on the school halls, the loud music that wasn’t exactly your taste plus those damned football team dudes who wouldn’t just stop with their stupid commentary.

“Oh, look, who finally crawled out into the open!”

“Hey, here’s the school cryptid!”

“See who left their nerd cave. Fucking geek!”

Although you really tried to enjoy this night your friend invited you out on, tried to play it cool in such a big crowd, the thoughts nagging from the far back of your head eventually got the better of you. They told you that you weren’t supposed to be here with all the popular kids, the footballers, the cheerleaders and right now it felt as if those thoughts were nothing but absolutely on point.

As you were placing one foot in front of the other in small steps, with eyes closed shut to block out the pure physical and mental overstimulation, you let your hands wander for the next best surface to hold on to.

“Hey..hey, I’m here!” You heard a somewhat familiar voice talking to you before you felt a soft tug at the sleeve of your shirt.

“It’s okay, we’re outside now.” The voice reassured you as the grip on your shirt softly pulled you to the left.

“Uh, Eddie?” You mumbled under your breath.

“Yeah, that’s me!” He chuckled softly, guiding you a handful of steps further to a lone bench on the outskirts of the premises.

You couldn’t hold yourself from smiling a little knowing it was Eddie who helped you out and as soon as you had the old, frequently sat upon wood of the bench underneath your searching fingers, you dared to open your eyes again.

The loud noise from the party left behind as well as all those people you just couldn’t connect with even if you tried. And trying to you did so painfully hard.

You expected to see calm trees in front of you, maybe even a dry, brown walking path but instead you unintentionally stared right into a pair of gentle, chestnut brown eyes. Eddie’s face was right in front of yours and you honestly couldn’t really tell what was more overwhelming: The party inside or the beautiful face right in front of you.

“Are you okay?” It spilled out of Eddie's soft, ridiculously plush, pink lips.

You wanted to answer but the words felt like a dry, raspy lump in your throat.

“Hey there! Planet earth is sending signals!” Ed’s waved his hand in front of your dumbfounded face.

“I’m good!” You eventually pressed out of yourself.

Eddie let a deep sigh roll over his tongue.

“I was really worried about you in there.”, He confessed, “You just froze in there and it didn’t look right to me at all…”

For a few more sentences he rambled on about how he was watching you in there for a while and saw how the football boys pestered you and how you grew more and more uncomfortable.

“Thank you, Eddie.” ,The words rolled over your tongue, “Thank you for caring about me.”

At that, Eddie paused for a moment.

“Of course I did!”, He said as soon as he gathered his composure, “I like you.”

To be fair, at this point quite a few drinks were roaming around your system and at first you thought they would help you navigate this party but instead they had you spilling your personal truth at him.

“I really like you, Eddie” It spilled from your lips and you felt your cheeks blushing.

“Like, really liking you…”

For the blink of an eye Eddie held his breath. His gaze wandered from your eyes to your worn out Metallica T-Shirt that you were wearing for as long as possible before the washing machine had to claim it again.

“Uhm…” He cleared his throat and straightened his black leather jacket “I do like you too…that way…”

#eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #asks are always open #asks are appreciated #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson × reader #pigeon recieved #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x plus size reader #eddie my beloved

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smoshidiot · 6 months

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sorry in advance if this is rambly or doesn't make sense. it's 3am and i just have a stupid amount of love for smosh in my heart rn and i wanted to make a lil appreciation post 💕

first off i wanna say: happy birthday smosh! i can't believe this silly youtube channel is already 18 years old. it's hard to exactly describe how much smosh means to me. i discovered the channel nearly 10 years ago (my anniversary is on the 25th!) and even at the times in my life when i wasn't actively watching smosh, they always had such a special place in my heart. ian and anthony have always been able to make me laugh in a way that other channels have never really been able to, and it has been such an absolute delight to see them working together again.

ever since june 20th my life has really been centered around smosh and it's been amazing. if you told me a year ago that this is what my life would look like i never would've believed you. i am so unbelievably grateful for all of the joy, laughter, and opportunities smosh has brought me since anthony's return. i wanna say how happy i am that smoshblr exists and was so welcoming as soon as i made my blog. i honestly don't know if i would've stuck with smosh so strongly if i didn't have this great community to chat with and rediscover my love of this channel with.

and then of course, smoshblr and my friends here led me to joining the smoshcord which has been my absolute home these past few months. i have made so many incredible friends on that server and i wouldn't trade it for the world. all of the neighbors mean sm to me and i absolutely cannot wait to meet a bunch of them at vidcon 2024. also! i am still so honored that erica from the team over at smosh chose me (as well as a few other amazing ppl!) as a community mod for smoshcord. it feels so amazing to be able to give back to the smosh community, for how much it has given me over the years. and just to be recognized by smosh as a respected member of the community means the absolute world to me.

along those lines, while i'm being sappy i think i'm allowed to be a lil selfish and say ?? holy shit if you told 12 year old me that i would go on to have regular conversations with anthony padilla i would tell you you're absolutely insane. it has been such an absolute wild ride but it's so fucking cool that ian and anthony (ok mostly anthony but i think ian too bc of streams n stuff!) know who i am. i have an insane amount of love in my heart for these boys and it's so nice to interact with them on a slightly more personal level. it still feels like an absolute dream to even see them sit next to each other, let alone sit next to each other while saying my name.

but anyways i just want to say thank you smosh. thank you for all of the love and laughter and hope you have given me. you've shown me that friendship DOES truly always win. i am so fucking proud of these boys for mending their relationship and coming through such a hard time to create something genuinely beautiful.

anyways i wanna shoutout @smoshmonker @squig-s @yourinterestisnotcringe @lilac-hecox @kubabamia @only-frann for being just so lovely and fun to talk smosh with ♡ i am so grateful i met you all and that smosh brought us together like this! (sorry if there's any other neighborhood friends that i simply forgot the tumblr urls for ilyy)

#shut up.txt #is this rambly enough #i just have so much fucking love in my heart for them #i cried a lot tn over smosh #just watching old lip syncs #and getting emotional over how far they've come #i'm so fucking proud of these two floppy-haired emo boys #smosh

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fangaminghell · 4 months

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So, the discord server I'm in was talking about pokemon insurgence, which reminded me of how I disliked Nora back then. Looking back, she really wasn't that bad, but I think the game still did her dirty. ESPECIALLY when she ended up having the damsel in distress in the end ( as I was told, I don't think I ever finished the game). So, after that lil convo, I decided to try and redesign Nova and rework some of her already existing aspects. Keep in mind, I haven't played the game in years, and I'm just going off memory and what I've been told. So without further ado....

Nora! Let's first discuss what I did to her story ( from what I could gather) first.

I don't believe it was ever specified when Nora was chosen by Celebi. We just assume that she has been before the player and Damian. In this version of her, she has been chosen by Celebi for a while. Long enough for her to train and try and master her abilities. Despite this, she'd rather not be the one of the prophecy. She prefers peace over conflict, and the burden and stress of being a chosen one has been on her shoulders for assumedly years. It's worse given how she thought she was the only one. The only one who could carry this burden. It was a lonely experience, even with Celebi. Though, despite this, this loneliness gave her a bit of an ego too. She's strong, smart and resourceful and is tasked with essentially saving the world. This gives her an air of self importance, even when she's trying to do the good thing. Overall, Nora is not a bad person. It's just that she gets stuck in her head sometimes, being burdened with the task at hand. She's quick to realize her faults, and actively works to rectify them.

As for her design change, I wanted to portray her as an experienced trainer. The more muted colors that Damian had I gave to her, especially since her whole thing is that she's trying not to have eyes on her. Also why she has a hat now: she wants to keep on herself hidden until she literally can't.

Because I did Nora, I decided to do Damian too!

Left ( cardigan) is pre-shaymin Damian and right is post Shaymin Damian.

I! Don't exactly have any rewrites for Damien tbh. If I ever played the game again, maybe, but for now I was focusing on his parallel to Nora. While Nora is someone who sees being chosen as a burden, but does it anyway, Damian is someone who wants to be someone important,yet lacks the skills to do so. Shaymin coming to him was the best thing that happened to him, cause it meant that he was meant for something, not just a lonely kid from Telnor.

Bc of this, I ended up giving Damian's clothes more pop to juxtapose Nora's color scheme- especially when they're color schemes are so similar. I also gave Damian some pink in his design, to tie himself more with Shaymin. I should also note that Damian looks more like Shaymin than Nora looks like Celebi. This is intentional. Nora knows that people are after her and thus doesn't want to resemble Celebi too much. The most she does is wear a necklace resembling a clock( not shown in the picrew). Damien, eager to finally mean something, is more obvious. Not completely on the nose, but if you know what you are looking for, his clothes are a red flag. Again,just wanted to show the contrast of these two.

Also yeah I have Damian freckles bc why not. Whittle guy.

Aaaand yeah, that's it lol. Hope you guys liked this ramble. I must stress I haven't played insurgence in literal years, so I'm going off what people tell me here for Nora's rewrite. Hopefully you like her well enough!

#dunno if nora and Damien have tags tho

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scoops-ahoy-fics · 2 years

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dating lucas during season four (vol. 1) headcannons

hawkins wasn't really kind to either of you in 1986. there were a lot of ups and downs, but lucas was by your side the whole time.

reader: gender neutral

characters: lucas sinclair

genre: fluff/angst

spoiler warning?: HEAVY s4 vol. 1 spoilers

notes: why is there like no lucas content on here?? lucas deserves love too <33 i was a lil stumped on this one, so im sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted, but i tried!! i decided to just kinda put the reader in the events of season 4! hope you enjoy! @astronaut-spook

• Lucas is such a loving and caring boyfriend, it's unreal. You two started dating right before basketball season, and you wouldn't change it for the world. Despite caring for his friends and basketball, he finds time for you as much as he can.

• You're there at every basketball game, every event, and anything else you can be at to support your boyfriend. And you're there when he makes that winning shot. After the game, he ran up to you and hugged you as tight as possible, giving you a kiss on the forehead as you rambled on about how proud you were of him. Definitely a power couple on the rise.

• You didn't hear from him the day after, though, and you were worried. Somebody at your school had died, and it was just radio silence from your boyfriend. You looked everywhere for him, trying his house, and then trying his friend's houses. There, you ran into Dustin and Max, seeing if they had heard from him.

• They tried to brush you of but you were persistent, you weren't going to just let this go until you had answers and knew that your boyfriend wasn't in danger. The two looked between each other, before deciding to explain everything. Every thing. And you were more confused than ever. Your boyfriend has had a hand in defeating not one, but three monsters? What the hell?

• So you decided to just follow those two, running to the video store and attempting to help. As the crew eventually got a hold of Lucas, he was very caught of guard when he realized you were with them. “B-Babe! Hah ... so uh- you're not mad at me or anything, right? I was gonna tell you! I just ... didn't know when there would be a good time,” he said with an awkward laugh.

• You weren't mad at him, you would've probably found out eventually, you were more relieved that he was okay. He was at least safe for now, that's all that was on your mind. So you continued uncovering the mystery with Max, Dustin, Robin, and Steve.

• As you all got to the counselor's office, and Lucas ran in, you practically jumped into his arms. He was obviously worried. “You don't need to be here, you need to be home! I don't want you hurt, this is some really dangerous stuff here!” he insisted, but you refused. You were going to help.

• Lucas was pretty protective of you pretty much the entire time, his hand was always holding yours. Yeah, you could protect yourself, you he wasn't going to let you get hurt. You were one of the most important people to him, and he wasn't going to let you go.

• But, all of the sudden, you put some of the pieces together. Everybody that had been killed had been having headaches, and your head had been killing you for some time now. And then you heard the clock chime.

• Anxiety filled your body as you saw the clock, and when you came back to, you clung to Lucas as your breathing began to speed up. You were next, and you needed a solution. Quick.

• Nancy and Robin were on it almost immediately, and you were anything but calm. Lucas was the only one that could calm you down, telling you that everything was going to be okay. He would gently cup your face with his hands, pressing a gentle kiss onto your nose. “Baby, listen. We're not gonna let anything hurt you, that stupid monster dude is not gonna kill you. They're getting a solution now, so just stay calm for me, 'kay?”

• When Vecna got ahold of you, he was trying his best to stay calm, but he was a bit teary eyed. He couldn't lose you, and he was begging for Robin and Nancy to get an answer to them. Quick. And when he found out the answer was to play your favorite song, he knew exactly what it was. He rummaged around in your bag and found the song.

• As you fell from the sky, Lucas was at your side immediately, pulling you into his lap and pressing gentle kisses onto your forehead. He stroked your hair carefully as his eyes began to spill a few tears. He wiped them quickly, not wanting to be upset. He was just glad you were okay. He didn't let go of you for a little while, being relatively quiet. After a few minutes, he let out a soft laugh. “I told you nothing was gonna hurt you.”

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #lucas sinclair #lucas sinclair x reader #lucas sinclair headcannons #lucas stranger things #stranger things headcannons

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uldren-sov · 5 months

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I was thinking about this a little bit with Camy and her like aim/drive for fame and the kind of ravenous way she's attacking this opportunity, in the frame of how that frames her personal life.

When it comes to The Breakup I think there's still a lot of unaddressed pain there spurred on by her need to continue with her life and continue to work and achieve and reach toward her dream. So the bulk of that lingering sadness is ignored in favor of work, of performing, of her ambition even in the wake of her feelings emerging. But even that sadness is secondary to the recognition that loss of a love, perhaps THE love, and her ONE CHANCE at love is now in the past. It's devastating to know that there is no going back to that love and her focus is too narrow, her passion is too great, her drive is too strong to think that her dream and her personal life could be anything other than a zero-sum game anymore.

Additional lil ramblings under the cut.

Given the industry and the projection that she wants out of her life, her assumption is that there won't be a lot of opportunities for meaningful relationships. No offense to G and Vic but celebrity marriages don't exactly seem successful or particularly inspiring once you scratch the surface. So, I don't think it's too unreasonable an assumption for her to have that a lot of personal relationships better happen before making it big: or else relationships are doomed to the trappings and drama of fame. (And its not as though she has a good example at home either given she has a CONTENTIOUS relationship with her parents and the only other important adult example of long-term commitment was Lucy, a single mother)

I don't think she sees a way that she has her cake and eats it too, in the way of like, she can't win BOTB, achieving her dream, and also have a meaningful romantic relationship that could compare to what she had.

So more than anything I think she mourns the fact that she had love, first, while she also had the band, friends, some modicum of success, and second to that, lesser to that, was the loss of a relationship with Seven.

Now, would that love would have happened if it wasn't with Seven? PERHAPS NOT. But seeing as she's not hopeful to find love in the future and she can look back and see that she had love and lost it, is worse than losing that love -with Seven-.

#OC: Camy Rose #just like loss of love loss of the chance of love hurts more than the loss of love with a particular person #infamous if #idk just had some thoughts that its greater than just an old breakup with someone and the loss of an opportunity for a kind of happiness #and you dont realize it until it's in the past #and she just can't be reasonable in the moment to see any way out of her own ambition #seven lawless

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chvrrycola · 1 year

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MOVIE NIGHT W JUNKYU

word count: 0.7k

warnings: existencial dilemmas a lil bit ? idk

currently listening to: sunshine by stray kids

you looked up from the netflix screen as you felt the edge of the sofa beside you sink with the weight of what looked like every blanket on the earth. junkyu was standing over you, checking out the screen to figure out the film you had been so anxious to watch with him.

you weren't much of a horror movie person generally but you wanted to watch something that would creep him out a bit, partly so he'd want to cuddle closer into your side, but more because even the prospect of junkyu leaping a foot into the air at every jump scare made you giggle.

you had been worried he might catch on to your scheme and try to back out, so you kept your choice from his knowledge, but now that he had seen he looked far less phased than you had been expecting.

he reclined beside you and let his head fall on your shoulder, reaching over to pull some blankets over your laps. you started the movie and looked down at junkyu, already giggling to yourself as your lips pressed against his forehead.

your stomach dropped when the creepy music started though, and it occured to you that you had never factored in your possible aversion to scary movies. you never watched them after all. you had no clue how you'd react.

the first jump scare took you totally by surprise, throwing your phone into the air and screaming. junkyu barely flinched, only looking up to check you weren't too shaken up. as soon as he was convinced he lay his head right back down on your shoulder where it had been and let his gaze soften as he mindlessly watched the tv.

again and again you found yourself shouting and starting whenever anything jumped out of the shadows at you, not quite realising how afraid you had been until junkyu's fingers brushed the tears from your cheek.

'hey... are you alright? why on earth did you pick this movie if you're so terrified of scary stuff?'

you tried to explain your reasoning, still hopping about every few moments until junkyu finally turned off the film and gave you some peace of mind.

'well do you wanna watch something else?'

you didn't want to have totally spoiled his night, and despite your regular jolting he seemed to have been enjoying the film.

'we could watch a documentary?' you suggested, knowing they were a favourite of his.

his excited smile told you your plan b was a success, and he immediately started babbling about some space thing he had heard about and had been dying to watch.

the documentary wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs either. it mostly focused on humanity's many shortcomings and the inevitability of annihilation should we be met by any real large-scale disaster. but junkyu was transfixed, so you watched on, arms around his neck and head on his shoulder, glad he could get something fun out of the evening.

it wasn't very long, but the palava with the film meant you were watching into the small hours of the morning, and it was the most you could do to trudge to bed and wash up before collapsing.

that apparently made one of you though, because after slipping into bed next to you junkyu was eager to get your thoughts on every piece of information the documentary had presented you with.

'do you really think humans would be that useless if an asteroid hit? how long do you think we'd last? a year maybe? no, that's probably too much, it's probably more like a few months.'

it was the most you could do to just smile at him and nod sleepily, eyes already closing as you listened to the rambling.

'i think the flooding must be pretty inevitable though, right? like climate change is basically guaranteeing a rise in sea levels.. do you know how high seoul's elevation is? maybe i should check that out...'

you held onto his shoulder to stop him from rolling over and googling it then and there, thinking the phone light would burn your eyes considering how desperate they were to end their shift for the day.

he stayed laying on his side facing you, only now realising how much of a struggle it had been for you to remain awake as he rattled on. he whispered an apology under his breath and wriggled his arm under your body, pulling you into his chest and aligning your ear with his heart, leaving you to fall asleep against its slow and steady beating.

#treasure #treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #treasure junkyu #treasure fluff #junkyu fluff #junkyu scenarios #junkyu imagines #treasure x reader #junkyu x reader #kim junkyu

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ellzilla · 2 months

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Hello! Please don't say mean stuff about my friend, while i don't know exactly what happened years ago it makes me sad to see someone say mean stuff about him :( i don't think you're a bad person, but he's a very sweet person and i don't want to see his feelings hurt.

I'm saying this kindly i just don't know how to show that through text :]

Quickly slapping this under a read more because although I'd love to answer privately simply to not bother other lads who follow me, I simply can't with anon asks!

Heyho, as I said in my tags I don't really have any illwill towards them! Although I called 'em bitchy, I call my best friends way worse things on a daily basis so I kinda forget to switch that off so I don't come across as actually mean and I apologize for that! tho I don't think I need to apologize for the 'mild annoyance upon thee' thing because that's the tamest jest I could think of. And sorry if it made you upset! didn't think anyone followed me who was mutuals with 'em or would even recognize who tf I was yammering about lol. Although it is my opinion they're Not Very Nice, espesh with how stressed they've always made me feel and how poorly they treated a pal of mine, I'm not rambling to be mean back. He coulda improved in the time since I've not known him so my opinions could be outdated! Simply got a lil heart pain before the hospital and reminded me of that moment lmao. Also idrc about what happened between him and me fuckin' donkeys years ago when we weren't even 17 yet bc like. Teenagers are fucking Dumbasses. Only beef I have is with people who were my current age and older back then so like, yeah don't sweat it, despite his [what looks like] hatred of me, my ramble about the last ever interaction I had with him isn't aiming to hurt or be mean or whatevs. Tho I am surprised he didn't block me considering the serious things he thinks about me. Hope all this comes off as chill or kind but tone does not translate through text like. At all. But sorry again if it came off as too harsh! My words are nothing but sandpaper sometimes. I just wish he wasn't so meanie pannini about my medical shmeat and said sowwy :(( /hj

#ramble #I am also still on the effects of meds btw so sorry if this is Vile Word Salad!!

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bapydemonprincess · 7 months

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A Comparison

"So... Wot's it like?" Mey quietly brought up.

Bardroy was sitting cross-legged looking over the newspaper and was not looking up.

"Wot's wot like?" He answered, monotone, unbothered.

"Y'know..... y'knoooow...."

....

Bardroy looked up, not at her but out into space, as his bushy old eyebrows practically flattened over his eyesockets.

He sighed.

"No, I don' know, Mey," He went on, "please, by all means, explain wot the 'ell yer tryin' t'ask."

"Ohhhh," He heard the young woman groan. The same type of frustrated noise she made when she'd make a big mess on accident.

"Y'know exactly wot I mean, you do! Don't try an' deny it now, Bard!"

"Well, there could be a dozen or so things you could be referrin' to, Mey, an' I'm up in arms, knowin' if I get it wrong you'll be even madder, so-"

"YOU AN' LAU, BARD!!!"

Mey had shot up from her seat, making the old wooden chair groan obnoxiously as it was pushed back, while she banged her fists down on the old wooden table out of pure unbridled frustration.

"...."

Mey, frozen in her table pounding pose, was turning red.

Bardroy slowly tilted his head. Slowly. Verrrry slowly. To look at her from the corner with one very knowing eye.

"Wot about us, Mey,"

His tone had changed to demanding, if subtley.

He wanted her to elaborate now on this.

...

Or else.

"O-Oh, I- I mean-.."

Mey Rin looked ready to shrink to the size of a mouse, straightening up at once and both hands curled in and pressed at her mouth.

"I-I.. I just... w-wondered, is all.. H-How you two... how.."

Bardroy sighed louder, and straightened up himself. Uncrossing his legs, he turned to throw the newspaper onto the table after he'd sloppily folded it back up.

"Mey, fer th'love of christ, do I even look like I can go into details 'bout that sorta thing?! C'MON now!"

And even his face was getting red. Maybe even more than hers!

"O-Ohh, I'm sorry, Bard, I really am!!" Mey cried, and looked down at her hands as she started twiddling her fingers as she carried on rambling.

"You guys have been together for goin' on two months now, you 'ave, so.. s-so I figure that was long enough that you'd be all nice and comfortable with talkin' about those things, you would... Like.. L-Like how me an' Sebastian are, you know?? I mean, I wouldn't go on about it with any old person I'd just met, no I wouldn't, but-"

"'OLD ON NOW, WOT THE 'ELL ARE YOU GOIN' ON ABOUT, NOW??"

Bardroy roared as he interrupted the maid's monologue about... her and Sebastian's own affair for some reason...??? He hadn't the faintest why she'd say such a thing.. even if to one of the servants!!

Mey Rin blinked as if waking from a daze.

Then promptly gave him a look.

"W-What d-do you mean what am I goin' on about, I- I'm talkin' about our courtin' an' the cuddlin' an'-an'... y'know, all the lovey stuff couples do!!!"

She looked so offended that he'd interrupt her explanation and not understand why she was curious about his own current standing with his lover!

Bard just blinked, frustration becoming bewilderment... and then turning into what must be even MORE embarrassment.

Oh christ this girl... THAT'S what she was askin'?? THAT??? N-NOT... WHAT I THOUGHT...

Bardroy once again turned away in his chair, hunched in all the way, and shoved his face into both his hands.

FEELING the BURNING of his RED FACE.

"...Bard...??" Mey asked. Just.. confused now.

"Bardroy, Mey, it's time to end your break n-"

Sebastian took a step into the kitchen, only to get a very peculiar view of Mey Rin standing up, slightly reaching over the table as if hesitantly wanting to touch Bard. And Bard.. was hunched in with his hands covering his face. Which looked all red for some reason...

Had the American been weeping or was he embarrassed??

"Did something... happen here?" The butler cautiously asked.

"U-Um, well.." Mey trailed off as if she wasn't sure...

And Bardroy sighed.

"Nope. Not a thing. Justa... lil' misunderstandin'..."

But the redder and sweatier his face became, the more Sebastian had a feeling it wasn't so little.

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #mey rin #bardroy #bard #lau #sebamey #bardlau #my writing #Oh Bard and you thought Mey's mind was dirty~ 😏

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ticklish-n-stuff · 2 years

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maybe someone notices shouto isn't having too good of a day, maybe his mood is a little off? There could be a reason as to why he's upset, or it can just be a day he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and whoever it is that noticed chooses to try and cheer him up!

Or, it can be right after them going after Mr. Smiley takes place, izuku and katsuki talking about the quirk and how embarrassing it might've been, while shouto mentions how it wasn't so difficult to hold back his own laughter. Katsuki could probably make up a 'challenge' for shouto keeping quiet while being tickled and izuku probably helps?

I'm not sure if you like either of those, but that's what can't to mind for me :)

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Comforting touch

Ahhh anon tysm for sending these in! Both these prompts are so nice, but for now I'll be sticking with the first one. I still feel pretty bleh from surgery and comfort tickles are exactly what I need rn. But I'll definitely write another fic for that 2nd prompt when I feel better, it sounds so fun and chaotic lol!

For the ler I'm gonna go with Izuku 'cause... idk I'm fond of the 'lil broccoli lol

This is my first MHA fic so please go easy on me akdjsujdksjdjs

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Shoto x Izuku (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Shoto

Ler: Izuku

Warnings: Tickles! Slight angst maybe??

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It was currently the weekend, which means that the students from U.A. High finally had a bit of free time before going back to their usual routine. Most of them used this opportunity to partake in whatever hobbies/activities they enjoyed, or to simply catch up with friends and family. Well...everyone but one of them.

It was around 12 pm, Izuku noticed that Shoto never went downstairs to get breakfast. Actually... he hasn't seen him leave him room at all. Was he feeling ill? Maybe he should go check on him, just in case. He probably hasn't eaten anything yet, so Izuku prepared him some cold soba and went up to his room. The greennette gently knocked on his bedroom door "Hey Todoroki, it's me. I brought you some food, can I come in?". But there was no response. Izuku tried fiddeling with the doorknob and to his surprise it was unlocked. "I'm letting myself in. Hope you don't mind" announced the freckled guy as he made his way inside Shoto's room. "Hey Shoto, what are you- Shoto! Are you okay?!" Izuku panicked a bit when he saw his friend curled up into a ball on his bed, while wearing a sad expression on his face.

Izuku put the bowl of food on a nearby desk and quickly made his way to sit next to Todoroki. He tried to comfort the bicolored haired male by soothingly rubbing his back. Shoto let out a sigh of relief at the comforting touch, he really needed it in that moment. Once he felt a bit more relaxed, Todoroki turned over to face the greennette. Izuku looked down at him with a soft smile "How are you feeling?".

"Better... thanks for coming..".

"No problem. So uhh... do you wanna talk about what happened? It's okay if you don't want to!" Izuku was such a nervous wreck when it came to comforting people, he didn't want to accidentally make them feel worse. Even so, Shoto felt a deep connection with him, so he didn't mind being more open with him.

"I don't know... I just can't seem to get out of bed today" responded Todoroki with a slightly dejected look in his eyes.

"I see... is there anything I could do to help?".

Shoto perked up his head at Izuku's question, he did know of something that could cheer him up but it was a bit embarrassing. A soft blush started to form across his cheeks, it was very uncharacteristic of him to get flustered so easily. Izuku noticed how shy the other was being "Did you have something in mind?".

"Yeah but it's a bit silly..." said Todoroki as he tried to avert his gaze.

Izuku's mind started racing with all the possibilities of what Todoroki could be thinking about. He was lost in thought for a bit, rambling away as he usually does. It was normal for him to be like that so Shoto didn't even question him. And then it hit him. A mischevious smirk overtook Izuku's lips as Shoto's blush grew deeper, looks like he figured it out. "If you wanted to be tickled you could've just said so~" said the greennette in a teasy tone as he lightly poked at the taller one's stomach.

Todoroki let out a startled gasp, wrapping his arms around his tummy as he curled up once more. Izuku giggled in endearment as he started to softly scribble up his back. "C'mon Shoto, laugh it all out!".

Poor Shoto shook with laughter as he tried to compress his giggles, an occassional squeak making it's way out his lips. Izuku then wiggled his fingers along the back of Shoto's neck and that's when the dam broke. "Pfft! M-Midoriya nohoho!" he tried scrunching up his shoulders to protect his sensitive neck but then Izuku moved down to his sides, lightly poking and pinching at them. "Ack-! Nahat thahahat!" he giggled out cutely as he tried to gently swat away Izuku's hands. The greennette took the opportunity to pin Shoto's wrists above his head.

The bicolored haired male blushed harder, his scar getting lost in the red hue of his face. He struggled a bit in the shorter one's grasp only to slump down in defeat. A wobbly smile overtaking his lips as he watched Izuku's free hand get closer to his tummy.

"Are you ready~?" asked the tickler with a teasy smirk on his face. Silly Shoto couldn't help but let out nervous giggles as he softly nodded his head. "Good!" and just like that, Izuku started to gently vibrate his clawed hand against Shoto's tummy.

"GYAH! IZUKU NAHAHAHAHA!" Todoroki threw his head back in laughter as he softly kicked his legs out, his tummy was one of his worst spots after all.

The broccoli head giggled as he lightly scratched at the ticklish tummy "Ahh tiiickle tickle tickle~".

"PFFT! AHAHAHAHA! D-DOHON'T SAY THAHAT!" Todoroki squeezed his eyes shut as his nose scrunched up slightly, with a big dorky grin plastered on his face.

"Don't say what? Tickle tickle~?" Izuku giggled when Shoto let out a flustered squeal at the tease.

"HAHAHAHA! ST-STAHAHAP PLEHEASE!".

Izuku quickly stopped his tickly torment, letting go of his wrists. He opted to lightly rub Todoroki's tummy while he tried to calm down his giggles. It was pretty cute how he struggled to talk while giggling all cutely. "Ehehehe..! T-thahanks for thahat..!".

"No problem! Next time you're feeling upset you can come talk to me" Midoriya offered him a bright smile, Todoroki couldn't help but softly smile back at him. He was glad he had a friend like him.

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I feel like this ended up being pretty cute~! It was also a lot of fun to write!

If anyone would like to see more MHA fics feel free to send me reqs. with whatever characters you want :]

Idk why but I suddenly remember that scene where Shoto goes 'my name is not 5 weenies' xD

#my hero academia #mha #tickle #mha tickle #tickle fic #fic #mha tickle fic #shoto todoroki #izuku midoriya #lee!todoroki #ler!midoriya #asksksksks #anon ask #🕷 anon

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diabunnies · 1 year

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u can rlly tell how a person is based on how they perceive the itoshis' relationship. like this has been simmering in my head for the longest time now bc ive been trying to find exactly why i agree w sae so much despite having been in rin's position time n time again.

bllk manga spoilers under the cut!

ok so i gotta scribble this rq lest i lose my train of thought hence why there are zero manga panels attached. most of this basically refers to the u20 arc anyway so if u've read that i hope that u get what i mean ! a lot of this is rambling n very common shit but whatever!!!

we know that rin has p much worked his ass off for a good decade to get to the level that sae is on. that's his entire appeal: hopeful younger brother who tries so hard to be like the best person he has in his life. n so when sae comes back from spain all cold n stone-like, spewing shit abt how he doesn't wanna be the #1 striker anymore, rin saw his entire life fracture into unrecognisable pieces. but he still hopes! he still thinks that he can get sae to pick up his dream again, get sae to turn back into the kid he was before spain. even after losing that 1v1 when sae came back, rin never fully left behind the possibility that sae could just take back his words; the u20 match was one of - if not The last - opportunity for rin to prove to sae that he can still afford to dream that dream. to play soccer together, be number 1 n number 2 in the world. i mean the look on his face when sae spoke to him after the match looked like that of a child who retained such naiveness, like he was 7 again and not 16 fucked over by everyone. but the world he was slowly rebuilding shattered again when sae spat out isagi's name n not his, n u can see how much of an impact this had on rin ever since then (in the rare instances he shows up).

he's become more selfish, thought more for himself than anyone else (if this was even possible), gained even more of an ego. for once this ego is his n no one else's. it's not tied to some dream he had with his brother, it is his and that's why i think pxg matches will probably show rin at such a heightened state that his evolution from u20 will tower over everyone else's (bar isagi bc bro is blanketed by mc privileges). think abt it, sae improved so much during his time in spain bc he learnt to detach himself from everyone. he learnt to fall and grow by himself. rin was still tethered to him until their confrontation after the match. it wasn't until then that rin can also fall and grow by himself, for himself.

yea sae may be cruel but what he did, at least how i see it, was necessary bc rin would never grow to be the player he wants to be if he keeps tying himself to the idea that he needs his brother's approval. no, it's apparent that rin needed sae's cruelty to grow as a player. it's time for lil emo guy to own his dream as his n not some shared fantasy with sae. n idk fs if sae is cruel to him for this very reason but i am glad bc it got rin off his moping pity party ass. blue lock needs u to become the worst person imaginable before becoming the best, that is ego's entire mantra (as we are all v familiar w). sae was the last piece in rin's puzzle to become the best he's always wanted to be. n for that i do not and cannot look at him as a "horrible" person. everyone in this manga sucks in one way or another, that's what happens when too many people try to be the best! hurt people hurt people! sae and rin being the loudest example of this does not necessarily make one of them horrible.

yea it sucks n it hurts to read but it is one of my favourite relationships in media ever bc it is realistic. i believe that one of the hardest lessons u gotta learn is knowing when to detach urself from ppl and/or dreams that will limit from becoming the person you've wanted to be. to be able to listen to hurtful things from ppl u've always loved n turn them into reasons to become the best u've ever been even if it means leaving them behind. i love it (◞‸◟；)

#dia's diary ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈#bllk #blue lock #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #lord this soccer shit got my head whirling #if this is stupid m sorry its 4am #this is a stupidly long way of me defending sae LMFAOOO #probably a horrible take but wtv i sleeo now gn hellsite n my blorbos

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rhythmicmeow · 11 months

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: A Latte to Love PARTIES: Lil @the-lil-exorcist and Leticia @rhythmicmeow SUMMARY: Leticia meets up with Lil to discuss a radio ad for The Bread Cemetery. CONTENT WARNINGS: none

Lil wasn’t exactly sure if she was the best person to start helping with the advertising of the bakery, knowing that generally she didn’t seem to be able to take it with the sincerity of her brother and mother. Still, while she liked being somewhat goofy, she didn’t want to cause harm to the business either. After all, Jonas loved it here and she owed it to him to make it successful, if only because he followed her out of this town without a second word.

So, despite herself, she decided to call back the person who had offered to advertise the bakery on the radio. After all, she seemed sincere enough and it would mean that Jonas wouldn’t have to work so hard on social media. So, when Lil saw the other she waved and said, “Oh - Hey Leticia over here.” The cafe was small, but she figured that if she wanted to surprise Jonas she probably shouldn’t have the conversation at the bakery.

“Thanks for returning my call,” Lil continued with a smile. “And sorry for the secondary location, we just don’t have a lot of seat space in the bakery.”

Leticia hadn't had to worry about making a first impression in years. At least not in a professional setting. As a musician, she had already made her debut. People already had opinions of her and how she dressed wasn't going to influence that opinion. But here? Building a new brand from the ground up in a town where she was keeping her head down about her past? She couldn't fall back into her comfortable habits. Three changes of clothes before the meeting and she still wasn't satisfied, but as time slipped away from her, the time for second guessing was over.

Nervousness hummed in her veins, a gentle pounding that was slowly turning into adrenaline. Leticia held her breath for a moment, her hand on the door to the cafe. It'd pass, she told herself. With a comfortable smile on her face, she opened the door, making eye contact with Lil almost immediately.

"I'm glad you called," Leticia offered, taking a seat across from Lil. "Though I was hoping to take a treat home from the bakery, for business purposes of course - but I don't mind." A degree of separation wasn't the strangest thing. Especially if Lil wasn't entirely sold. "How much thought have you given advertising?"

Lil smiled at the other, feeling that she wasn’t exactly the best person to make a good impression of the bakery, but knowing that it was her chance to at least try. After all, her mom had said most people liked it when you tried. So she was going to try.

Still, after a moment Lil thought that there was something odd happening the hairs sticking up slightly on the back of her neck as she repressed the urge to look for a spirit in the room. It was just a moment though, as Lil focused back on Leticia. After all, whatever spirit there was Lil didn’t have to deal with it now. She’d either figure it out later, or honestly they could be fine on their own. She just hoped they wouldn’t do something to ruin the meeting.

“No problem - oh I did bring some for you to try. I figured if you all were going to make an ad you should at least try some,” Lil said with a chuckle glad that her forethought was good. Carefully opening her bag she was happy that none of it seemed to have gotten jostled. “I also have to be honest - I wasn’t quite sure how to advertise the bakery. I have some of the adverts my mom made for it awhile ago that could help, but I’ve never done something like this.” Lil said, trying to keep herself from rambling, knowing how easy it was for her to do. “How do you all normally advertise?”

It was hard to hide the light in Leticia's eyes at the mention of the samples. Holding back from being at the Bread Cemetery had been difficult since her first bite. Leticia had never been one to do anything half-way and that included loving something. It was how she had found success in music, she threw herself into it without a second thought - but here? This was a different kind of business. And enthusiasm like hers could easily be interpreted as pressure. Or manipulation.

The worst part of this job was the salesperson professionalism that had to go with it.

Still, Leticia clapped her hands together, a bright smile on her face that refused to fade as she looked at the goods. "I'm not saying food is my favorite thing, but it's one of the best things." Her eyes lifted from the bag to Lil once more. "I would love to see them." Her face slipped into a more professional, neutral expression. But her tone was softer, wondering if Lil wanted to infuse her business with her mother's - and other questions came to mind too quickly. But she bit her tongue. This was a first meeting, and Leticia needed this contract, so she held back. Didn't over share about her father and how she had modeled her business after his or how much influence he had over her. The relationship between Lil and her mother could have been vastly different - but family was important.

And maybe Leticia was desperate for a connection.

"Normally, I start with this, a consultation and get your expectations and what your thoughts are and hear about your business from your own mouth. Half of sales is the love you put into your work, and I need a taste of that, so to speak," Leticia explained, holding in a laugh. "From here, I'll write out a script and film an advertisement and then let you hear it first before it goes live so that we can make any alterations you might want."

Lil couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when the other seemed to be interested in the samples carefully putting it in front of the other . It wasn’t something that she had made - she was much more likely to burn down a kitchen then make something anyone would want to eat- but she did feel connected to the food. Her mom and brother especially worked hard on the bakery, and she wanted it to succeed. She needed Jonas to have something that was familiar and happy.

Lil nodded and pulled out the adverts that her mom had made to pass on to Letcia, hoping that there was an idea there. “My mom I think got some mock ups for advertisements she might want - I don’t think she ever ended up using them though. Again, I’m not really the brains behind the operation with this but I figured it would be a good place to start.” She’d found them buried in her mom’s office, under carefully filled out divorce papers that Lil had decided not to mention to Jonas. It had felt personal, something that Lil wasn’t supposed to find. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it, and at the moment she wasn’t going to.

With the explanation Lil nodded and thought for a moment. “That sounds good - I think that would work really well. Essentially, I thought we could do something about how they were spooky good baked goods.” Lil chuckled a little and shook her head, “But that might be a little -uh cartoony? I guess if you’ll let me babble for a while I might find a better idea? I probably should have written a list.” Lil couldn’t help but feel the red start pricking at her face as she realized she was probably underprepared again. It always seemed to happen when it wasn’t an exorcism that she always was not prepared. “What kind of information do you usually want?”

“She never used them?” Leticia questioned as she delicately flipped through the mockups. “Can you tell me more about her?” Pausing a moment, Leticia mentally kicked herself. Parents were often a sore subject, and in Wicked’s Rest, it felt like it was safer to assume that it was. Even Leticia, who had a great relationship with both of her parents, could point out the center of the hole in her chest that grief had caused. “If you want to, of course.”

The awkwardness between them hadn’t quite faded away, but Leticia’s smile warmed as Lil started to give small bits of information, a small taste of the direction she wanted to head in, followed by backtracking. “No - no, I like that. And I think Wicked’s Rest is the perfect place for that kind of brand. I mean, I’m new here, but this place has weird in every shadow. And if that’s the brand direction you want? Commit to it. I think it’d help you stand out.” She tapped her thumb for a moment, running through some phrases in her head, trying to make one work that didn’t cross that line of cartoony.

“Get haunted by flavor at the Bread Cemetery? Lift your spirits at the Bread Cemetery?” Leticia started writing a few notes, only pausing when she glanced up and realized that Lil was embarrassed, the hint of red coming to her cheeks giving her away. “Oh. Oh. No.” Leticia reached across the table towards Lil, not touching her, but hoping to provide some comfort. “It’s okay to make me do that work. It’s sort of my job here.” She hadn’t been in business long, but as a person, it was hard to sit across from someone and pretend that they weren’t bothered. To ignore their troubles and focus on selling them a product? Leticia could never bring herself to have that kind of barrier between herself and the world. “Why don’t you tell me about your favorite thing about the bakery? Don’t think too hard, just, what makes you love that place?”

“I don’t think so,” Lil said softly, looking down at the adverts. “Oh sure - She’s a lovely person. Warm and kind. She’d let you talk for hours and sit with her. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her raise her voice.” Lil remembered June for a moment and didn’t quite know how to really explain her mom in a way that made any more sense. She had a calm presence that seemed to make the most unruly persons - or spirits- calm down and sit quietly. While Jacob often raised his voice at Lil, even when June was disappointed she never did. She would just pull her into a hug and tell her that it was going to be okay. Her mom always seemed to know that Lil was trying her best even when it was clumsy. She seemed to understand Lil in a way few people ever bothered too - but Lil didn’t know how to say that. “You would like her. Almost everyone does.”

“I think it would be helpful at least. Our name is Bread Cemetery you know - it’s going to be at least a little weird,” Lil said with a little laugh. After all, it was a strange name even if she couldn’t remember why it was named that way. She’d have to ask her mom once they found her. At the lifting spirits Lil couldn’t help but laugh and say,” That’s great.”

At the question Lil paused for a moment and said softly, “My brother I think. He’s so excited about being back in the bakery and - he really likes baking. My mom taught him everything she knew and he’s really good at it. It makes me happy to see him so calm and being able to be creative. - That’s probably a cheesy answer huh?”

It was true though, Lil wasn’t much of a baker. If she ever had a role as a Ballard it had always been in exorcism, not with the bakery really. She would always come in to cover shifts being a cashier - and often would hide out there when her dad was being especially mean - but she didn’t exactly belong there. It was June and Jonas’s special place, not really hers. She was always welcome, but it wasn’t for her.

There was a faint smile at the corner of Leticia’s mouth. The way she spoke about her mother was like coming back home to her own. Was it wrong to want to hear more about Lil’s mother just so she could hold onto that warm feeling for a moment longer? To reminisce without any of the guilt that came with reality? The calm description of Lil’s mother made her compare the two — her own had been so loud. Always yelling and calling her from another room in the house. The energy between the two had been vastly different, but there was comfort in both. “It takes a remarkable person to have that kind of patience. I’m sure I would have.”

It was fun — niche, sure. But it had personality. And there was no doubt in Leticia’s mind that the kids around town would eat it up if they could make a meme out of it. Leticia just had to make sure that it was a meme in good taste and not something like… obsessed girlfriend. “The name is what brought me to you guys in the first place, it’s creative.” And considering her own business was called the Vinyl Countdown? There couldn’t have been a doubt in anyone’s mind that this was her exact brand of fun and weird.

“I’m not here to judge you,” Leticia reminded. “I mean — The Vinyl Countdown? My dad has a place just like it back in California. Grew up in the back room of the shop playing music and having this place is like… having a piece of him with me. Even when he’s not here.” She shrugged. “Cheesy? Maybe. But it matters.” Exhaling, she leaned back in the chair, letting the air between them breathe. “Can I ask one more thing?” Her words were softer now, not wanting to press too hard but unable to let it go. “Why are you invested? Your family aside. What does the Bread Cemetery mean to you?”

“Yeah she’s remarkable,” Lil said slightly softly. She loved her mom, and the kindness that seemed to wrap around her like a blanket. She wished more than anything that she was more like her, even if she knew the truth of it was that she was more like her dad than anything else. Still, unlike him she could help keep people like her mom from feeling bad at least. “She’s really pretty too. I think part of it was just the kindness you know?”

Lil chuckled and said, “I appreciate that. I’m sure there was a reason for the name, but for the life of me I can’t remember why. My mom’s sense of humor is all like that though, and I don’t doubt that comes through my family.” After all, despite most things the Ballards weren’t known for being particularly serious - well most of them weren’t. In a lot of ways a family that is involved with death couldn’t keep the deadly seriousness expected of them in other areas of their lives.

“Fair enough - oh you own that place? It’s super cool,” Lil said, her eyes lighting up at the mention of the vinyl store. Lil wasn’t much of a collector but she loved looking through the store when she had time. At the rest of her statement Lil nodded slightly, realizing a bit too late that meant that Leticia’s father was probably dead. She hoped that she didn’t make the other too sad. She nodded at the change of direction, although at the question she didn’t quite know what to say.

After all, most of what Lil did was for her family, at least partially. She left partially to get Jonas out from under Jacob’s thumb. She became an exorcist because it was expected of her. She came back because her family needed her. Sure some of her choices seemed to be opposed to that - but there was always an undercurrent of it being for her family. It made her somewhat uncomfortable to think of anything else, but she tried too. “I guess it’s the closest feeling I have to home. Most of my favorite memories took place there, and I want to protect it. If we get a good amount of business that means that it’ll stay there for a long time and other people might think of it fondly like I do.” Lil said trying to place feelings - a thing she was never truly good at doing. “I don’t know if that’s different really than it being important to my family, but - if I can help keep it running then that’s what I’m always going to do. ”

With that, Lil thought that she did find out what she really wanted. She wanted to make sure the bakery was safe because it would make Jonas happy, and it would mean that when her family came back they’d still have it. She was hardly an entrepreneur, but she was a protector - even for something as seemingly silly as a bakery.

Leticia couldn’t help but laugh. The way that Lil described her mother was familiar in a way that left Leticia envious. She had always been close to her own family, but her mother had been the distant one while her father had been the one that pushed her into the public and wanted her to see the world in ways that her mother’s family had been scared to do. The story was one that Leticia had only heard in snippets and in arguments—mostly around the time that Leticia had signed her contract. “Actions speak louder than words, that’s the saying. I’m sure it helped.” Conventional attraction was nice, but some things were better.

“Well, if you ever learn the story, I want to hear it. Sounds like it would be a fun one.” It might not help them create a decent advertisement, but Leticia loved knowing things. And stories like these always warmed the heart. “Yeah. We opened up a few months ago. I had a booth soundproofed in there too for the radio.” The questions stopped as Lil started to describe what the establishment meant to her, and the smile on Leticia’s face was less the practiced one that she used to something softer. It was her home and she wanted to protect it. Leticia could relate to that. Wanting to spread those good memories to others so that it would live on when she wasn’t there to run it anymore? Leticia could relate to that too.

Writing down a few more notes, Leticia felt like she had a good feel for who Lil was and the business. It might not have been the most conventional method, but the things she loved about businesses that she frequented weren’t what they sold, but the people who were there. The food, in this case, would always be wonderful, but people made it special. And if the others working at the Bread Cemetery were anything like Lil, it was a special place. “Thank you,” she finally said, looking up from her work. “I know it was an odd question. But I think I have a few ideas now.”

“Yeah, I think it did. She’s really good at little actions,” Lil said, her hand now actually going to her necklace - even though her dad always taught her not to touch it. She didn’t mind if Leticia knew where it was after all - she doubted that the other would even know what it was and even then Lil thought she was kind enough not to use that. At the statement Lil laughed and said, “Absolutely I will. I’m sure it's a pretty silly reason, just knowing her. And that’s awesome.”

At the thanks Lil blinked, not feeling like she actually had answered the question and being slightly shocked that she didn’t say don’t thank her. After all, she was hardly the important person in the bakery. It wasn’t a place for her really, but maybe that was something Leticia could sense. Lil didn’t want to argue though so she nodded and said, “Glad I could help. - Uh Is there anything else that you need?” She wasn’t sure what else she could do, but also did enjoy the others presence and didn’t want to rush back to regular life either.

Watching Lil touch the necklace she wore, Leticia silently wondered if it was something that her mother had given her. She hoped her assumption was right, if nothing else than to have just one more thing in common with her. The bracelet on her wrist was supposed to protect her, but she had no idea the meaning behind what Lil wore. Maybe it was the same, just framed differently for different cultures? “I really hope you find the story, she sounds like she’d certainly make it a fun one.”

Closing her notes, Leticia shook her head and offered the other a warm smile. “I think that’s all I need for the ad.” Lil had given her a lot to work with, but the spirit was all written on paper. “But thank you for this,” she said, leaning into the table slightly. “And for the pastries. I’m going to have to fight off my staff to make sure I at least get a bite. They love the shop.”

#wickedswriting #char: lil #lil: hear me on the radio

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Just a lil ramble vent

No one warns you about how brutal the transition from sheltered teenager to functioning adult is. All I've ever wanted was freedom, I love it. I was born an observer, its just in my nature. I love existing with the environment around me. I love walking in the rain, watching houses and cars and trees and boats and signs out from the window of a bus or a train, my favourite colours are pink or sunshine yellow but I always cave for a spooky grey/blue/purple colour scheme, my favourite food has always been spaghetti bolognese or pancakes, and the only times I remember that I am not a disembodied voice is when I look at myself in the mirror and dont identify with the body that I am in because I see myself as more of a concept then a human being. I've always been the secondary character in the stories of the people around me who always had something going on. In those stories I was the love interest who was too busy staring out the window to notice anything around them, I was the creepy mean "goth" that was added into the series to say weird stuff for laughs and to spite the protagonists, I was the best friend with bad advice, I was the child who was never allowed to grow up bc that meant her mother was growing old. Freedom feels like the morning sun beaming onto your face through fluffy white clouds or a day full of peaceful rain, and for me the only time I feel the warm rays of hope and tranquility is when chasing it hasn't been beaten out of me with the worried words of my overly paranoid mother or the judgemental looks of the people who can read the script.

So over the past weeks I've been moving out. I turned 18 half a year ago and my life has been slowly sinking like a ship for a while now. My mother is getting evicted and so I finally get to jump ship. Not exactly the "running away to the sunny city without telling anybody, going to the gym dressed as barbie while drinking a strawberry mango smoothie and getting money for writing emails in an office cubical" escape plan, but falling in love (i think, I dont entirely know if I even know what romantic attraction feels like) despite the fact that I live for being entirely alone and moving in with him works ig. But I've found myself in this weird tug-a-war while Im stuck between the two places, where I feel the beginnings of the freedom I've been wanting while Im away but then I need to go back to roleplaying an 8 yr old to survive. My mental health decreases while Im in that environment where I cant make my own choices, but I re-enter the adult world every few days and I feel paralyzed by the fear that Im going to break an unspoken rule and get yelled at for existing without supervision. Becoming an adult is very much just learning that its okay to exist and then teaching urself all the stuff you know that you dont know that you should know but you weren't taught bc growing up is illegal.

My entire life so far has been me waiting for this moment and I feel like Im wasting it by having these cognitive behavioural issues even though developing those wasn't at all my fault. One of my most vivid memories from highschool was walking with the vice principal while I was on my way to class. We happened to be going in the same direction and she started talking about how much she missed being young and free and how I should "treasure my teenage years while I still have them", and I remember that so clearly because of how little sense it made to me. My teenage years had no walks in the rain because "what if your kidnapped", my teenage years had no car rides because we were poor, my teenage years had no train rides because I had no where to go, my teenage years had no pink because I had to be the scary mean "goth" girl because no one messes with you if ur scary enough, my teenage years had no pancakes or spaghetti because I wasnt allowed to use the stovetop. How am I supposed to appreciate that? As an adult, you are in control. You shouldn't take your eyes off the road while you're driving. In my adult life I am happy. Everyday I wake up at 6am-8am, make my bed and watch youtube while I eat my pancakes, brush my teeth, go walk on the beach if I feel up to it, then I either go to the job that I love bc I chose it or play video games, do some chores, then I watch youtube with my boyfriend until I fall asleep. I do not want to leave that.

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