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hybridirl · 4 months

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missed you.

18+ only, please!

abby x f!reader

minor(?) spoiler in author note

a/n: hello everypony! i’m star!!! SO IM ALMOST (i am done as of 1/22/24. started this fanfic b4 this quick note) DONE WITH THE LAST OF US 2 AND GOOODD FUUUCKKKKK!ING DAAAMMIIITTTT!!! abby so obviously has comphet idk WHY THE FUCK she slept with owen. that scene was CRAZY but we did in fact get boob shot so i am kind of satisfied. not only that RIGHT WHEN HE STARTED GOING AT IT MY FUCKING DAD WALKED IN?? i literally JAMMED my thumb against the pause button i thought i broke the goddamn controller. me and my cousin were shocked (she was watching me play). but i, of course, am the master of hiding such things so it was easy. thank FUCK the pause screen goes dark because oh my god it was so obvious.

brief summary: your girlfriend, abby, is back from a mission and you show her just how much you missed her.

tw / kinda fluffy, pet names, use of y/n (maybe idk), cunnilingus (a receiving), slight head crushing, scissoring, established relationship w abby

intentional lowercase. not proofread, probably won’t ever be proofread.

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“abby!” you waved her over and watched as the muscular woman made her way to you. you were sat at the lunch hall, at your own little table everyone called practically yours.

“baby,” she greeted with that warm smile she tends to put on for you. it was exciting. you hadn’t seen abby in days and now she’s finally back from her mission. she wrapped her arm around you tight as she plopped into the space next to you.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t come,” you whispered into abby’s neck while leaning into her. “isaac is so mean to me.” abby chuckled and rubbed your shoulder with a large hand.

“all good.” she squeezed you closer, smooshing your smaller frame against her side. you wrapped an arm around her and buried yourself into her to feel her closeness. “missed you, sweetpea.” her voice tickled your scalp; a hum full of content left your throat in response while your nose nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

“missed you, too, abby,” you sighed in a hushed tone, your fingers coiling around hers. you looked up at her, your eyelids finding themselves fluttering at her loving gaze. you spoke, “wanna show you how much,” and you watched as corner of her mouth twitched up; she eyed you with almost-amused eyes.

it was routine: long mission, come home, make love. this was just part of the process.

“oh, yeah?” she started, “and how are you gonna do that?” she teased you slightly, but her eyes showed her knowing. you huffed a little at this coy act and got up, pulling her along with you.

you guided her across the way, hurriedly traversing hallways and rooms and trying to dodge the kiddos and finally! your room. manny had gotten used to your routine, so he intended to stay away from the room as much as possible for that day — or maybe the next few.

you pushed into the large room, the muscular woman following in suit. she shut the door, locked it, the usual.

“alright, baby,” she purred and picked you up, but your hand slapped lightly against her shoulder.

“put me down,” you huffed, “said i wanna show you. not you show me.” abby smirked that smirk and put you down. your arms wrapped around her neck, a small pout playing at your lips.

“a—h, i see,” abby replied with a hand to run down your side. it stopped at your hip, squeezing the flesh that rested there. “gonna worship me t’night, sweetpea?” she let out a little chuckle before stepping away from you and down the small steps, finding her bed. she nodded her head to you, practically beckoning you over. it’s the best you’re gonna get — abby doesn’t beg.

you followed the quiet order, doing what you do best for her. you didn’t kneel yet, but you did bend over to find the button of her jeans.

“off,” you muttered while your fingers fumbled with the easy task. she pushed a hand away, allowing herself to tug her jeans and boxers off. what it revealed to you always froze you for just a second: her vulva. it was trimmed, blonde, and her pubic hair was straight. you looked up at her as if asking for permission, which she of course gave by sinking deeper into the bed, her hips nudging toward you.

you gently pushed her shoulders down before finally kneeling at the bed, appreciating the beauty that was emanating such heat.

it was slightly pinker, and it glistened with desire. her outer labia was slightly puffy; you allowed your index and middle finger to gently spread it, showing her clenching hole to your hungry eyes. her clit was already protruding from its hood, hard and throbbing for friction.

your eyes flickered to hers for just a second before your mouth opened, your tongue slipping out and dipping just slightly into her wet darkness before guiding itself up right to the raw of her clit. her hips rolled in response and she thoroughly adjusted her body, her hands pulling against the back of your head.

the soft, low moans she made always did it for you. it was the encouragement you didn’t know you needed until it happened. it was almost angelic.

your lips enveloped the small bud, gently sucking it while your tongue flicked against the top of her clit.

“f—uck,” she moaned deeply, pulling your head closer to her drooling cunt. your arms wrapped on the underside of her thighs, folding and stopping at the top of her thighs. your hands continued to spread your legs whilst they desperately tried shutting. “keep working that damn tongue.” upon that request, your tongue swirled across her clit, up down left right and over and under and oh, my. those moans. whimpers and whines left her throat, unable to vocalize anything more.

“abby,” you sighed into her heat and let your tongue slurp up her desire. “y’taste so good.” you kissed at her clit, then moved down, slipping your tongue into her while your nose bumped her clit.

“keep going, baby, i’m almost there,” she moaned out whilst her hands reached toward your hair to pull you deeper. with your face smooshing against her cunt, her thighs shut tightly around your head. “yes, god, fuck…”

your mouth was relentless, even as she tipped over the edge; her clit throbbed and her vagina clenched around your tongue. you lapped it all up, of course, needing to taste her sweet n’ salty need. your hands reached up and underneath her shirt, caressing her chest and pinching at her nipples as she came; it only intensified the grip on your hair and the clenching of her thighs against your head.

your mouth dripped with slick, a sign of your hunger as she tugged your head away.

“abby,” you breathed, removing your clothes in the process. the thin string of your own slick connected you to your underwear as you tugged them down. she made way for you, scooting deeper into the bed as you climbed on. you sighed out a quick “fuck” before bringing your pussy down on hers.

“grind that pussy,” she growled deeply, her hands gripping your hips. “fuck.” her hands guided your movements, heavy and powerful rocks against each other.

“abby, please,” you groaned, your hand meeting your own breast to tweak your nipples. the other hand rested on abby’s thigh, keeping it spread for you to continue your work against her.

it hadn’t taken long for you, the sensations so powerful as your buds rubbed together. you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth until you were sure it was about to bleed, and your stomach became a knot.

“i’m about to-“ you started, but abby hushed you quickly.

“i know, baby, cum on me,” she purred out, “cum on my pussy, sweetheart, cum on my pussy.” and as if she had some control over your body, you came by her command. she followed in suit, your moans intermixing and your bodies convulsing. you leaned down to kiss her, holding her head close to yours as your lips danced and tongues tangled.

“i missed you,” you said softly to her after catching your breath, kissing her cheek and down her jaw. her large arms wrapped around your body, pulling you close to her while you gently kissed at her face. with a soft smile, she returned the favor with a few kisses on your chin and the corner of your lips.

“i missed you, too.”

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somber-sapphic · 11 months

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Snowy Night

〖Notes: I've been up for too long, I know my formatting is bad, I'll do it in the morning <;3〗

〖Summary: You and Wanda end up stuck in a hotel after a mission.〗

〖Word Count: 1133〗

〖Pairing: Wanda x Sick Reader〗

☾Masterlists☽

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“Hanging in there?” Wanda asked gently, looking at you in the passenger's seat. You didn’t lift your head from the glass, relishing the reprieve from the fever-fueled heat ravaging your body.

“I’m fine baby, just a little sore from the mission.” That was a reasonable excuse, you’d gotten pretty beat up and tomorrow you were sure to see a tapestry of bruises adorning your skin.

Wanda had received a small cut above her forehead and roughly the same bruises that you did. She’d still volunteered to take the first driving shift as it was obvious that you were in rough shape.

You’d done a pretty good job at hiding the illness before the mission, but now that it was over you were too tired to wear the appropriate mask.

“Are you sure that's all it is? You’re fogging up the window over there.” She teased, tossing you a worried smile. You shrugged in response, your throat hurt too much for more talking.

“How about I find a hotel for tonight?” The witch reached over and rested a hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently in reassurance. She only wanted to help, but you were refusing to let her.

“We can’t Wan, we might be followed.” You knew that your words weren’t quite making enough sense, but she got the gist of what you meant.

“We weren’t followed, you know that. You keep checking and there isn’t anything suspicious, right?” You turned from your comfortable spot on the window and raised an eyebrow, glaring at her a little.

“That’s what I thought. Take a nap sweet girl, I’ll wake you up when we get there.” She said softly, her words lacking the frustration you expected. Tears welled up in your eyes and you dropped your head loudly against the window, relishing the pain it provided. Controlling your pain was good.

“I know Y/n, but I need you not to do that. We’re going to get you in bed soon.” You didn’t want a hotel, you wanted your bed. You wanted your blanket and your pillows and the stuffed cat that you hid from everyone except Wanda.

It was the only thing you had left from your childhood. It had helped you through an unnecessary amount of trauma and you refused to get rid of it no matter what happened. You’d had to sew up a few holes and the thing was faded beyond repair, but it was yours and you still loved it.

“Close your eyes. Want me to turn the heat off?” She asked, noticing your fever-flushed cheeks. You were clearly too hot, but you shook your head, not wanting to bother her. It was freezing out and the snow was making the drive almost impossible. She had slowed down to a snail's pace, following the example of the other cars on the highway.

“Talk to me, love. What’s going on in there?”

“Just leave me alone Wanda. I’m fine.” You grumbled, turning your body away from her as much as you could. You didn’t want to make her unhappy, but you were tired and grouchy and you just wanted her to stop trying to fix it.

“Alright, just let me know when you’re ready.” She said warmly, her voice only filled with kindness. You hated how much you loved her. You hated how much she loved you. You didn’t feel good.

Without much thought you found yourself closing your eyes, the lull of exhaustion washing over you. When you opened them again you found yourself being shaken awake by your concerned wife.

“I’ve got us a room and this place isn’t creepy at all. The woman at the front desk is super sweet and she’s already got you some Advil and a thermometer.” Wanda was stroking your cheek with soft fingers, anxiety bright in her beautiful hazel-green orbs.

“Not mad?” You mumbled, stifling a cough into a slightly raised fist.

“Never. Come on angel,” She lifted you carefully out of the car, your boots crunching in the layer of snow. It took a few steps forward and you slipped on a patch of ice. You grabbed onto Wanda for support and she wrapped an arm around your waist to support you.

When you entered the hotel covered in snow, the woman at the front desk gave you an apologetic smile.

“Come on you two, I’ve got a nice room for you.” She said warmly. The woman was clearly a mother, she was completely willing to take care of an absolute stranger, no questions asked.

She led you to the large room, not seeming to mind that you were tracking snow everywhere.

“Thank you so much, Annie, this means the world,” Wanda said, rubbing your arm gently to keep you awake. You were sort of falling asleep against her, blinking your eyes rapidly to make sure you didn’t pass out. You were still tired.

“Of course sweetie, let me know if you need anything.” She smiled as Wanda closed the door, leaving the two of you alone in the warm room.

“Wanda…Wanda, I want to go home…” You whispered, allowing her to sit you down on the bed. She pulled your shirt off and replaced it with a dry one, doing the same thing with your pants.

“Tony’s coming to get us, he should be here in the morning, okay?” She soothed, running her fingers through your hair. A sob caught in your throat and you blinked away tears, biting your lip hard to stop them from falling.

“Oh angel, hey, hey come here. Oh Y/n/n, it’s all going to be okay.” Wanda pulled you into her arms, but you resisted, pushing against her chest. You didn’t deserve her love. You’d never deserved it. She was too good for you. You could never be good enough.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” She asked, suddenly panicking. She touched your knee and you curled away, tears racing down your flushed cheeks.

“Talk to me,” The woman pleaded, giving up on the physical affection piece. You didn’t want it and she didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable.

“I yelled at you! Why don’t you hate me? Wanda I–why?”

“Shh, shh no, no none of that. How could I hate you? You’re tired and sick and sad. You didn’t do anything wrong, not at all.” She crooned, going incredibly gentle. A miserable sob escaped your lips and you tucked your head into her shoulder, giving up.

She pulled you into her lap, rubbing your back as you cried.

“I've got you pretty girl. It’s all okay.” You felt yourself relaxing in her arms as she talked softly to you, not really hearing any of her words. She was holding you tight, the pressure of the hug making you feel just a tiny bit better.

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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hi! can you do a rottmnt x sibling!reader where splinter wasnt able to rescue them from draxum and so the reader grew up to be draxums assistan, i need the sibling angst

has a bonus they have a redemtion arc like draxum

Lost & Found

author’s note: anon, i think you’re a absolute genius, this might be super long (I’m writing this before I start heh) honestly there are a lot of ways this could play out, but I’m going to hone in on your request for some sibling angst and let that take me where it will! thank you so much for requesting c; hope you enjoy~

p.s. >.< i haven’t finished season 1 on netflix (I’m rlly close tho like episode 23 I think) sooo im kinda lost in the sauce with ‘draxum redemption arc’ life’s been super busy as of lately I hardly have time to write much less watch the show *cries* but I shall find out what you mean sooner or later!!!

warnings: angsty angst, cursing, violence, abuse, sibling!reader, comfort ending

> part two <

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[13 years ago]

After Draxum had injected him with the ooze, there was only so much time Lou Jitsu.. no, Splinter had left. To escape, to grab the turtles and each one was in a different capsule. Splinter was weak, he didn’t have time, and had barely broken into the fourth’s when Draxum burst into his lab. Lights were flashing red, everything was so loud. Draxum was quick to block off the last cage, that held the fifth child, the final turtle. Splinter didn’t want to leave you. He hurt everyday knowing your fate was in the hands of the lunatic named Draxum. And yet he had hope, that someday, you would finally be reunited with your brothers. But they weren’t ready, none of them were. Splinter was too old now, he had run out of time. It would be up to them, Splinter decided, when they finally showed him they were ready, and capable of facing you. Because Splinter knew that whatever you had turned into, it would be something completely different than his sons. A powerful mutant under the influence of the mad scientist and manipulator, Draxum.

。・゜・(pov change: you)・゜・。

[the present]

You knelt before your creator. “I’ve got a mission for you,” you kept your head bowed, knowing the consequences of looking up too soon. You had been on the receiving end of many ‘lessons’ and you were too old to be beaten for anything other than failure. And that was something that only happened on rare occasion. “Get rid of the pests that keep interfering with my work.” Draxum sounded irritated. It was unusual, he normally didn’t seem phased by anything, and if he had a tone it was arrogant and full of smug confidence. “Yes Draxum,” you rose to your full height. Looking up into those cold, calculating eyes that had raised you. “Don’t disappoint me.” If you fail I will squeeze your shell until another crack forms. You could read between the lines, hear the underlying threat. “I won’t.” you muttered as you turned your back on him, leaving the Hidden City, going into the human realm. New York City is a real piece of work and that’s putting it politely, you thought as you emerged into an alleyway. The smell of trash flooding your senses. “Alright fellow turtles, prepare for your demise..”

。・゜・( pov change: everyone )・゜・。

“This is greatttt,” Leo said sarcastically. Waving his ōdachi around making little portals. He was utterly bored. “Sometimes Leo, heroes have to wait for crime to happen,” Raph was leaning down over the edge of the rooftop looking down at the streets below. “In any case, isn’t that a good thing! No crime means no bad guys,” Mikey said rocking back on his heels, nonexistent eyebrows waggling at Leo. His older brother rolled his eyes, “then what are we here for let’s go back to the lair!”

“Hold on I’m picking up something,” Donnie said looking down at his wrist tech. Leo waited a whole 5 seconds before complaining, “yeah a whole bunch of nothing!” Raph shot a look at Leo, telling him to shut up silently, the blue turtle only stuck out his tongue. “Bingo!” Donnie’s wrist tech flared up in a flash of color, “What was that Leo?? A bunch of what??” He goaded his twin, smiling smugly. “Let’s hear it Don,” Raph prompted not wanting to waste anymore time. “Two streets away, northwest, someone’s breaking into-“ “Bla, bla, bla time to goooo!” Leo cut Donnie off and waved his sword into a big circle. “Oh no no no, it’s only two streets awayyyyy~!” Donnie yelled out as they all fell into Leon’s portal.

“That was fun,” Donnie grumped, while Mikey snickered. The portal had put them 7 streets away from their target, and effectively ruining any sort of hero work that night. “Look if I don’t practice how am I gonna get better at it,” Leo said thinking he was being pretty logical. “How about practice before an actual patrol? Huh? Ever thought about that my dumb dumb of a brother?” Leo peered over at Mikey and started mimicking Donnie’s voice. Mikey had to hold in his laughter, hand slapping over his mouth loudly. “Enough you two,” Raph chided, “it’s already over with let’s just get back to the lair, we’ll try again tomorrow.” When Leo grabbed for his sword this time, Raph stopped him, shaking his head, “practice on your own time like Donnie said,”

“Tch,” was the only reply Leo could come up with. He wanted to say something like, you guys are just jealous my power is ten times awesome-er than everyone’s combined. But he held himself back, somehow, someway. Who was he kidding, “you guys are ju-“

Something whizzed past Leo’s face connecting into Mikey’s and slamming him back and onto the ground he skidded a couple of feet before coming to a stop. “OW!” Mikey groaned as his brothers came running, a collective “Mikey!” yelled out in worry. They formed a circle around the youngest, “What the fuck was that?!” Raph said as he looked around for any signs, any clues to what had just pummeled his little brother. “Felt like a fist to me,” Mikey coughed as Donnie knelt down over him, making sure he was okay and then helping him up. Leo was on guard too, “why don’t you pick on someone your own size!” he barked out. “You saw it??” Raph said still searching, only giving Leo a glance. “No but I’m guessing whatever it was chose Mikey for a reason,” Leo explained, eyes narrowing in on a billboard.

Raph nodded his head and they were off, both jumping up and weapons drawn for anything that was on the other side. “Huh, nothing,” Leo commented as Raph huffed in frustration. The moment they had left Mikey’s side, Donnie had a matter of milliseconds before he was thrown back on his shell. The air being knocked straight out of his lungs as Mikey’s eyes widened and yelled for his brothers as he threw out his mystic kusari-fundo hoping to wrap whatever it was that kept throwing them to the ground. But as the chain wrapped around its target Mikey hadn’t been prepared to be jolted forward at such speed, he was practically half-dragged, half-flying after whatever he had caught. “GUYS,” he screamed in panic as he zoomed forward, leaving his brothers in the dust as they called out for him to let go. But Mikey didn’t listen and when he finally landed on a rooftop, somehow on his feet, he was tense, and more than a little scared to be facing whatever this was without his brothers.

You looked down at the chains wrapped around your torso. Bright orange, your shell facing your opponent not worried in the slightest. “I see you’ve stolen something,” you commented and Mikey just held onto his weapon tighter. “Borrowed actually,” he corrected- a turtle?! Mikey blinked and his grip loosened immediately. He saw the state of your shell, his stomach rolled, his own shell tightened as if he could feel your pain. You felt the slack and turned only your face. Black bandana waving in the wind. “You” Mikey said stunned, “you’re like us!” He couldn’t help it, a smile of recognition replaced his frightened features. You scowled, not returning the sentiment. One second you were yards away from Mikey and the next you were throwing him onto the rooftop again. He cried out in pain, “I’m nothing like you.” And even though he was hurt, his innocence was too pure to be shot down. “But you’ve got a shell, and a bandana,” he groaned out as he forced himself up. Noticing you had released yourself from his binds the moment you had him on the ground.

“Get away from our brother,” Raph hollered as he came down as a huge red figure of power. You side stepped, letting the cement feel his wrath instead. So the orange wasn’t the only one who stole. A purple drill came next, you jumped into the air it missed your feet by centimeters as you came back down, your eyes widened in surprise for the first time this fight, as you didn’t touch the ground but went through a blue circle. Suddenly blue was all you could see, and you activated your power, a black shadow surrounding your body and time slowed, you watched as the portal ended and the blue one was ready and waiting with a sword held out. You landed with grace, crouching immediately but you didn’t need to, while in your power form you were faster than all of them combined. You kicked the blue straight in the groin, feeling somewhat irritated that he had gotten the best of you for a split second. He went down as you continued to move, not wanting to be caught off guard again, you went back to normal form after you put two rooftops in between you and the four.

It was a stare off. All but the Red had felt how powerful just your fists and feet were. It was his turn, and then you would destroy them completely. “What do you want!” Raph roared, angry that he hadn’t been able to protect his little brothers. “Nothing from you,” you let your voice be carried by the wind. Unable to find such passion like the Red one, no one but Draxum could make you howl like he just had. In fear and anger, in anguish and pain. You took a step forward, all but the Red flinched. You found that quite funny. “Then just leave us alone,” Raph begged, standing over Mikey and Leo while Donnie stood a little staggered next to him. “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” you said taking another step forward. Why were you wasting time like this? Answering his buffoon questions, for what? You gritted your teeth from your own condescending thoughts. “Why?!” The red exasperated. “Because,” you glared reaching for the sole tantō (short sword) behind your shell. You only unsheathed it when necessary, but all these questions were grating your nerves, “I was ordered to.” And maybe that was what pissed you off the most. As you lunged forward eyes seething with pitch black rage.

Raph braced himself calling onto his power to create a shield from the shadow that was hurtling towards him faster than anything he had ever seen. He tried to keep his eyes open, but at the last second he flinched closing them tightly hoping his shield would hold. “Boys?” Splinter said in confusion. They had all just been saved by Leo’s well-timed portal and if it wasn’t for the near death experience he would have boasted about it proudly. Raph fell back on his haunches, his weapons dropping limply from his hands. Mikey was the first to recover, “Dad you’ll never guess what just happened!” Bruised everywhere he exclaimed, “we met another turtle!” “Met?” Donnie shook his head, “that Michael, was not a meeting, that was a blindside!” He had to hold his side wincing when he raised his voice.

Splinter fell back into his recliner. “So you finally crossed paths,” it had been a weak whisper. Silence stretched on after that as Splinter relived that haunting night. Where time hadn’t been on his side, not enough to save everyone. “What do you mean dad?” Raph asked, breaking the silence. “The night I rescued you all and myself from Draxum’s lab, I hadn’t saved everyone that night,” his voice sounded far away. The brothers all looked at each other, shock and confusion written on their faces. “Are you saying, that we just met our sibling out there tonight?” Donnie expounded, eyes bugging out. Splinter nodded. Another collective silence. “Well, they wanna kill us,” Leo put plainly, trying to get up. “No they don’t!” Mikey said defensively. All three of his brothers turned on him with crazed expressions. “I’m serious! You heard them, they were ordered to come after us!” Mikey had his hands out as if it were obvious. Splinter kept silent, Leo looked doubtful, while Raph and Donnie both shook their heads.

“It doesn’t matter Mikey, if Leo hadn’t portaled us outta there, we would’ve been turtle soup.” Raph said, and he wasn’t joking. “Yeah but, maybe if we talked to them, showed them that Draxum isn’t their real family, then maybe-“ Mikey was cut off by Donnie, “No. Mikey listen to yourself! You wanna go back out there after three of us got pummeled and Raph was about to get sliced?!” Mikey’s cheeks puffed out in frustration, they weren’t listening to him. “…maybe Mikey’s right,” Leo pipped up looking at his little brother. “What if one of us had been left behind?” Splinter winced. Leo paused, continuing after awhile, “shouldn’t we at least try?” Donnie scoffed, “try what exactly, reason with the trained killer of a psychopath who wants us dead?!” Mikey nodded. Raph blew out a long breath. “Not anytime soon,” he said giving in, he couldn’t help it, looking at it the way Leo had put it. He’d try. “Once we are healed a hundred percent and Leo practices his portals more… then we can try talking,” Donnie glared at them all. “If this backfires I don’t care if it’s my last dying breath, I’m saying I told you so,” with that he was off to his lab. Mikey smiled to himself, hoping this would work, that you would listen, and see that they were your real family.

After Raph’s orders were carried out, all of them healed up to the max, and Leo did practice on his portaling, it was time. “So how’re we gonna find them??” Mikey questioned as they all exited the manhole, Raph the last out and covering it up. “The Hidden City,” Raph said, since they knew who was behind your strings aka Draxum. “Righttt,” Mikey agreed. “We’re breaking into Draxum’s,” Donnie explained further for his little brother to catch up to speed. They all knew he had zoned out when the plan was being discussed, Mikey was too excited. Which had all of his older brothers worried for the impending disappointment they all expected. “Alright, breaking into Draxy’s,” Mikey said rubbing his hands together in mischief, finally up to speed.

They went the same route they had came when April had been with them. It seemed like they were always trying to rescue someone from here, first Mayhem, now you. All the turtles peered down into what had been an exploded lab last they left it. Now it was fully refurbished and off to the side you came into view.

Horror. Raph tried reaching for Mikey to cover his eyes, but it was too late. He had seen, your limbs were spread far apart, vines wrapped tightly around your wrists and ankles. But what held all of the turtles stares was the thick vines that were in a vice-like grip around you torso, around your shell. Draxum appeared from a doorway. “Not tight enough?” He commented as your head hung to the floor, but as the grip tightened around your shell you gasped, head lurching up once more. This had been going on for days, ever since you had returned, since you had failed. “Why are you being punished,” Draxum questioned as you panted in pain, it was getting to the point where you would pass out. “ANSWER ME” his voice raised in authority and anger, “I-“ the vines tightened again and you finally screamed out in agony. New streams of tears flooded down your cheeks. “Say it.” He seethed, “I f-failed you,” you sobbed. Head falling in front of your body unable to keep it raised any longer. “You are pathetic and weak. You expect me to believe those pests outsmarted you?” He spat in disgust. “They had mystic weapons,” you tried to explain, you hadn’t realized how vital the blue one could be for escape. You were paying for it now. “Excuses,” Draxum shook his head, “I gave you a mystic weapon, I trained you and this is the result I get?” Your head was swimming in pain, it was becoming hard to breath and you knew what was coming next, the sound haunted you in your sleep. Crack! “Please!” You begged, knowing it was useless because you had been through this before, “I’ll do better, I’ll get them next time just give me one more chance!” You’d say anything, promise anything if it meant you could save yourself from the living nightmare you were experiencing.

An fiery orange chained whipped out of nowhere and snagged Draxum up and off the ground. “Leave them alone!” He cried out, tears pouring down his own face as he yanked his weapon backwards, continuing to pull Draxum away from you. Raph’s fist was three times its size, and punched the sheep yokai, slamming him to the floor of his lab. Donnie and Leo were quickly cutting away at the vines that held you hostage. Leo catching you before you fell to the ground. “Let’s go!” Leo called out as Donnie positioned himself defensively, his mystic tech aimed at Draxum’s figure that was still on the ground. He turned and faced the turtles he had created, his face pure fury, “Y/N!” He bellowed and that was the last thing you remembered before you slipped into unconsciousness.

[one week later]

“They should be waking up any moment now,” a not so familiar voice said informatively. “But when exactly??” someone whined. “They’ve been through a lot just give them time,” someone else chided. “Look” another voice said, and as your eyes moved underneath your eyelids, listening intently and very much awake, you realized they must’ve noticed you were up. “Hello?” you squinted open one eyelid, and orange was so close you could see down to his esophagus. “Mikey, give ‘em some space!” red said exasperated as if he had said it a million times already. “What did I tell you guys, any moment!” purple said as a matter-of-factly. “We get ittt,” sighed blue. All of them had curious eyes on you, the red had one weapon drawn, and purple had a finger hovering over a button. Blue had his arms crossed and orange was still in your face. “We saved you!” He explained, “from Draxum’s crazy” “psycho” “sadistic” “ass.” They all had a word for your creator. And they all seemed to be waiting for you to say something or do something. You slowly opened up both eyes, “please back away orange,” you phrased it as nicely as possible but the frown on his face couldn’t be missed. “Told ya,” Raph chuckled, silently putting away his weapon. “So how old are you?” “And what kind of turtle are you?” “What’s your mystic power exactly?” “Are you hungry?” Mikey pitched in last, recovering from your first sentence to him. It seemed to be the only question you would acknowledge as you nodded slightly. The rest looked at one another, with wary expressions. “Where am I?” you decided it was better to be the one who asked the questions. “In-“ a hand slapped over Mikey’s mouth. “Why don’t you go get them some pizza?” Raph said. “Oh right! Be right back!” He said bouncing away. The three older ones sighed in unison. “Look Y/n,” you blinked no one but Draxum had ever used your name. “You’ve gotta answer our questions first,” the red one claimed.

You wondered if you were fully recovered. Because if so, you’d rather just leave than have to sit through an interrogation like this. You could feel the unwelcomeness roll off these three. But as you did a mental check, you knew you would have trouble using your power and making a speedy escape. So you sighed, admitting defeat nonverbally. “I am 13 years old, a diamondback terrapin, and to put it shortly speed,” Donnie went to say he wanted the longer more detailed version because he obviously had gotten that. But Raph stopped him. You were Mikey’s age. Raph couldn’t believe it, how polar opposite the two of you were, and it crushed him to think how Mikey might have been in your place. “I see,” Raph murmured. “Now my turn?” You asked, prompting for an answer to your earlier question. “We’re in the sewers!” Mikey answered coming back into the room. Leo face palmed himself. “What?!” Mikey exclaimed, “they deserve to know!” and he handed you a plate stacked high with slices of pizza.

“Well I guess we’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” you gave Mikey an inquisitive glance as you stuffed your face. You hadn’t eaten in what felt like ages. Raph and Mikey both smiled at the sight of you eating heartily. “Because we’re family!” Mikey explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And that had you swallowing, you looked around the room, these four were your brothers? “Draxum never told you?” Donnie asked quietly, and all you could do was shake your head. You kept looking all around, like suddenly everyone in the room looked different looked more familiar. And you hadn’t realized it when one tear streaked down your face. “Family?” You echoed. Draxum had never used familial terms between the two of you. He was your creator and you were his creation. Black and white, plain and simple. You always believed you were on your own. The thought of a family, it was too good to be true. “Yeah!” Mikey cried, the instant he saw the tear go down your cheek. And space bubbles be damned! He leapt on top of you hugging you close, “you’re our family!” Mikey said and the rest of the gang piled in, more tears were shed, even from Donnie. It was a miracle you thought, and maybe finally you could be happy, here with your family.

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siasthoughts · 4 months

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« INFORMATION GATHERING »

CONCEPT; YOU PAY AND ASK FOR A DIFFERENT TYPE OF INFORMATION FROM HIM.

TOPICS/CONTENTS; ONESHOT . DOM!F!READER . READER HAS EXPERIENCE . PORN W PLOT . BLOWJOB . BEGGING . PRAISING (M!RECEIVING) . MY FIRST FIC SO IT MIGHT BE BAD 😓

I INDICATED STAMPS WHERE THE GOOD STUFF STARTS IF YOU'RE ONLY IN FOR THAT LAWLSIES

WORD COUNT; 1.6K

you were new to this 'maga killing' job, and all you've been doing since you got hired was be some type of coffee woman, and doing office-like work. but yesterday, you finally got a call from yoki telling you that you got picked out for a job. so here you sat, on the couch within saragi's headquarters, waiting impatiently for the organization's information broker—tatsuomi ban.

you reached out to the folder filled with information, flipping pages and observing the papers. "do you take personal requests?" you ask, but without looking at him. your fingers continue to trace along the paper as you read and stored the contents of it in your head. "depends of what type of request that is, ma'am!" he enthusiastically answered, "i'll personally pay you, for a certain type of information about yourself."

his smile drops slightly out of confusion, but he quickly regains it as he decided to pry more into your 'request.' "what type of information would you like?" he questioned. and you finally look at him, simply signaling with making an 'o' with your index and thump and inserting your other index through. now it definitely woudn't be your first time doing this type of thing, but it's been quite a while, and you just wanted a little release.

tatsuomi's expression changes, his face now being mixed with shock and surprise. but it wasn't negative at all, in fact he was excited, especially to do it with such a pretty lady! "how much is the pay?" he voices with an interested tone. "what do you think of ¥170,000?" you ask, resting your back against the soft cushion of the sofa. his smile seemingly shines even brighter when he hears the price, such easy money for doing something so simple and pleasurable no? "i accept this request of yours! and i'll take ¥10,000 off for you, we can make it ¥160,000!" he offers, though he sounded a bit stingy, you nodded.

"when and where?" he grins,

"after i finish this mission, meet me back here at 8 in the evening." you respond sternly, propping your palms against your knees to help you stand up. "see you later." you do a small wave without looking back at him as you exit the room.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

8:21 PM

you sighed, walking into the building to be met with a now-calmed down restaurant. an energetic voice greets you, "oh hi! welcome back miss! do you wanna eat something or are you going straight to the office?" a girl with her hair styled in two buns—yaya—greets you. you sat down at one of the stools in front of the kitchen itself, "can i get a quick takeout of fried rice and chicken?", "oh of course!" she quickly responds.

"auntie! one fried rice with chicken for miss!" she continues as she shuffled to prepare the food, "also, there's this blonde man who came back just a few minutes ago asking if you're at the office..." your eyes flash toward her, "is he still there?" you ask calmly, "i mean, i think so. i didn't see him leave." she answers. "okay, i'll come back, and please add another order of the same thing, and make it dine-in thanks." she nods as you stand up to leave and go up to the second floor.

you creak the door open to see him sitting at the couch, soundly asleep with his head slumped down and arms crossed. you walked quietly toward him, crouching to get a better view of his face, though half of it is still covered with his hair, you tap at his knee softly. he woke up, slowly coming to. he realizes it's you and his smile quickly forms, "oh, you're finally here! so-" you cut him off, "let's go eat first, come down." you stand to go down, hearing his steps quickly follow behind.

"yaya, is our food done?" you enter the lively environment of the restaurant again, "yes! two fried rice with chicken, it's ready here!" she places a two plates on the bar and you insinuate him to sit by patting the stool beside yours as you sit down. you both start to eat your food in silence... before tatsuomi speaks up to ask, "so, where are we going after this?", "my place." you replied with a straightforward answer. the rest of the meal was a quiet one, the silence only filled with the mixed noises and talking by the other customers.

you finish your food and thank yaya and auntie, you stand to leave and tatsuomi follows you eagerly, walking by your side. "by the way, you'll get your pay beforehand, so don't worry." you elaborate, "okay! but how far is your place anyway?", "it's just down the street, over there, it's that building." you nod your head a bit to point towards the decent complex two buildings ahead. "alright!" he says with energy, and you guys walk in peace and quiet.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

9:02 - THE GOOD PART.

you're both now at your apartment. you take off your overcoat and throwing it over your couch. your apartment was a decent size, perfect for one person and easy to clean, it was cozy and minimalistic. he coos in awe as he looks around.

"come with me," you take your shoes off, putting it on the rack that sat next to your bedroom door as you entered, "lay down for me will you?" you softly instructed. you see him gulp as he slowly laid his back onto the soft mattress. "good, is this the first time you're doing it?" and he purses his lips together, seemingly taking it as an insult, "no, i've done it quite a few times in fact!" his voice now defensive. "then why do you look so nervous?" you trailed your fingers along his chest, making him quite breathless.

"i-it's just that a woman as beautiful as yourself initiated such things with me..." he pants, his chest rising and falling faster. "well thank you." your lips stretch into a small smile as you slowly undid his top, your skin grazing his hot flesh and making him let out a small groan. his hands claw at your sheets, "don't be so impatient now." you quietly laugh at his eagerness as he lets go of the fabric, and try to keep himself nice and composed. what is it that you have that's making him so crazy and sensitive? it's like each touch you have sends fire across his body.

"shh... be patient, tatsuomi..." you teased, your index and thumb now resting around his nipple, playing with it as you slowly licked around the other. you made sure to keep it painfully slow that it would only bring him ever only so close to his high, but fast enough that the tension will continue to increase. he whimpers as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand and his body writhes under you, begging for more. you now wrap your lips around his nipples, sucking softly, making even him a little louder than he was. "what's this..." you sneer, grinding your hips against his lower half and feeling something stiff form against your thigh.

he looks down toward his hardened cock, his hips twitching and grinding, satisfying himself with the very small friction through the clothes. "please, please, please..." he quietly begged like it was a chant, "now... who said you could do that?" you said condescendingly as you moved your lips up against his neck, biting on it lightly but hard enough to leave a slight mark on his tender skin. your palm slithers toward his wrist and keeps it pinned down, yet he pulls a futile attempt to wriggle out of your firm hold as you continued to abuse the flesh at his neck, making lewd noises spill from his mouth like honey.

"please-"

"please what?" you interrupt, "tell me what you want."

"touch me pretty please..." he said in defeat as he subconsciously beat himself against your clothed pussy.

"as you wish." you replied with a sinister voice.

your hands work their way to unzip his pants and you see the indention of his dick through his underwear, a small shock runs through you, but it was nothing but fuel for your arousal. you take the last layer of clothing off and his cock springs up as he lets out a relieved breath, his breath slowing down a bit now, and you didn't like how his adrenaline was going down. you frown, wrapping your hands around his hard-on. a whine escapes him as his back arches, you find this turning you on even more.

you open your mouth, positioning your lips above the head. you tease the tip with your tongue first, licking around it. his breath gets faster, his whines grow more breathless as his body starts to shakes under your touch. "does it really feel that good?" you jokingly ask before taking him into your mouth. his hips buck, causing his dick to go deeper down your throat, making you gag a bit. you frown at the feeling, but you look up at him and seeing him in such a state aroused you. his back arched, head thrown back and sensitivity across the roof.

you start to bob your head, letting his cock hit the back of your throat as you try to adapt to feeling. you feel his palm go to the back of your head, his hand shaking as he rests his fingers in your hair. "w-wait- i'm going to... i'm close...!" he whines out, his grip on your hair slightly tightening. he starts to thrust into your mouth, but you take him out of your mouth right before he hit his climax. "h-huh...? why-why'd you stop?" he pants in desperation. "i have a better plan." you smile with a sinful expression.

i got lazy so i'll leave the rest to your imagination 💀

#gokurakugai #tatsuomi #tatsuomi ban #tatsuomi x reader #tatsuomi ban x reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfic

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬

📌 jen's favs 📎 drabbles 🔒angst 🌷fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

far from you (full trilogy) @hey-marlie

y/n stark is really not here for this european school vacay because in this post-endgame world, she’s mourning the loss of her dad. but one (1) sticky boi peter parker is just trying to be the friend he once was while also trying not to flirt too much because if she rejects him (which she wouldn’t, not that he knows that) while they’re in venice holy hell he’ll just pitch himself off the gondola right then and there. 🔒🌷📌

was it worth it? @kelieah

you and peter are married and expecting, and after every mission, you ask him “was it worth it?" each time he would say yes. but as peter begins to neglect his family in favor of his work, he leaves his wife vulnerable. is it worth it? 🔒

it’s your voice @peteprker

after spiderman saves you while you were being attacked in an alley, he walks you home and his voice gives his identity away 🌷

the favorite @softspideys

you’re convinced your dad likes peter parker more than you, until he saves your life (stark! reader) 🔒🌷

clause 3 of the friendship agreement @youlightmeupfinn

you and peter parker have always been the best of friends, even going as far as to enact a friendship agreement like idiots. when you walk in, feeling quite touch-starved and desperate for cuddles, you go for clause 3 of the friendship agreement… cuddles. 🌷

your boy who is a friend, peter @luveline

you and peter are penpals from opposite sides of the country, but you manage to fall in love through letters alone. 🌷

the baby project @vendettaparker

when you and peter begin working on an assignment for your child development class and morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off tony. (stark! reader) 🌷📌

sunset lovers @duskholland

you've never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand—literally. every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa. you're desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you're stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae. (college! soulmate! au) 🔒🌷📌

close to my heart @peterbenjiparker

physical affection has been a part of your friendship since it began years ago, it was only a matter of time peter questioned why he was the only one…on the receiving end of your hugs and kisses. 🌷📌

my reverie’s affinity remains to be you @indouloureux

in a world where you see ten seconds of your soulmate’s life in your dreams, you already knew that spider-man was your soulmate. but what you didn’t know, was that you’d be vexed to see who was beneath the mask (enemies to lovers) 🔒🌷📌

sleepyhead @flourgirl

peter will try just about anything to help out the very pretty insomniac from his math class. 🌷

another love @abibliophobiaa

(series) you were arranged to be married to king peter of ayelandia. this was not a love match, however, as peter had love and lost it. a tale of lost love. of healing. and learning to love again. 🔒🌷📌

five minutes @blooming-violets

tasm! peter is bad at answering his phone, but you are wary of calling him while out on spidey patrol anyway. when he gets a break, he sees a missed call from you. when he listens to the voicemail, the sounds are almost unintelligible and chill him to the bone. 🔒📌

the spider and the sunflower @spidervee

(9.8k) the questions continue, long past twenty-one. the more you find out about tasm!peter, the more you want to know—he tells you that if he found a hundred dollars on the street he’d donate it to a food bank and that the tl;dr version of his life is “art, panic, loss, and student loans.” when he asks you if you have any tattoos, you wink coyly before laughing and telling him you don’t. then, when you ask the person he’d love to tattoo more than anyone else in the world, he returns your teasing smile and replies that it’s you. 📌📌

out of focus, eye to eye @irndad

she's always been his favorite what if. friends to lovers, jealous!peter. italics is flashbacks! 🔒🌷

boxing lessons @sourcherryandsprinkles

(0.9k) tony asks peter to gives you boxing lessons. little did they know, you are not as defenseless as they thought 🌷

the break up @vendettaparker

(smau) you “break up” with peter 📌

#peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader fluff #peter parker x avenger! reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader angst #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker x stark!reader #jenny's recs

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kqrosez · 2 years

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Hello!! I hope You get this in good health!! I’m here to request tanjirou reacting to his S/O (female or gender neutral is okay!) going from being angry and such while fighting a demon (with him) to worried and over-protective whenever a stray animal gets in the middle of the fight!

Ike holding a cat in their arms while evading all the attacks from the demon to make sure the cat is away and safe from them,,,

sorry, this is a bit long!!! ^^; thank you!!

Hello!

Thank you for requesting something to me. Hopefully, this request will turn out to be the thing you wanted it to be.

Tanjiro reacting to his s/o protecting a stray anime in the middle of a battle.

The two of you were assigned to go to a mission together. You guys were really happy about that.

According to Tanjiros crow, the place you two were sent off to was a nearby village, which was also known to have lots of stray-animals live in it.

You both love animals, so hearing the news got the two of you all excited.

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭

You both arrived safely at the village and talked to the locals there, asking them for more information regarding the “late-night-noises” and the “nighttime run-aways”.

Many of the villagers blamed the stray-animals for those “unbearable noises”. They also mentioned that because of those noises, some people were trying to leave the village as well during the nighttime.

But, you both already knew what was truly going on here.

The “unbearable noises” were the sounds of a demon and that thing was also responsible for the disappearances of some people.

Well, getting all this information surely took lots of time for you both, so now , it was nighttime.

You two were slightly worried, worried of what will happen now, since you didn’t exactly know from where the demon was gonna come out from. What would happen if the it was already feasting on someone?

But, your worries were for nothing, because the demon already showed itself on its own.

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭

The Fight wasn’t easy , but it also wasn’t hard either.

Yet, it still managed to get you all roughed up.

You were visibly furious and tanjiro was aware of that.

You were using multiple forms of your breathing to try and put a quick end to the life of that demon.

But of course, the demon fought back and that drove you mad.

Shouldn’t it feel bad for playing with the lives of other people? What joy does it receive? Who does that thing think it even even is?

The more you thought of it, the more aggressive you became and that clearly had a huge influence on your looks and attacks.

You were at least 2x faster than before, your veins were popping out of your forehead and you were purposely getting more and more brutal with your hits.

Tanjiro, who was also fighting the demon with you, wasn’t too suprised at first.

This wasn’t your first time going on a mission together, so he pretty much knew that you would eventually get furious, but he couldn’t judge you for that because he was also on the edge of raging.

He couldn’t lie to himself and say that he didn’t have the same exact thoughts as you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭

As the fight continues, you and tanjiro get more and more exhausted by each passing second.

Yet, that didn’t stop you from slowing your attacks down, neither did it help you to calm yourself down.

Honestly said, you didn’t even think that anything would be able to calm you down in this mere moment, other than ending the life of that demon.

But.. to your suprise, there was “something“ that managed to wash away your anger in one second.

Just as you were about to launch an attack to the demon, your eyes catched the glimpse of something moving and that “something” wasn’t too far away from the demon.

After a few seconds of analyzing that “something”, you realized that it was a stray cat.

You became visibly worried, what if that cat were to become the next victim of that demon? You couldn’t let that thing do that. You must save the cat!

Tanjiro also had the same thoughts as you this time, yet he didn’t how to properly save the cat.

Unlike Tanjiro, you knew exactly what to do in order to save the animal.

You had to quickly ran up to it and grab it, you didn’t care if that demon would hurt you on the process.

So, without saying a word to Tanjiro , you instantly ran towards the cat.

Just as you were about to kneel down to grab it, you heard something launching right at you from above.

You thought of the worst and didn’t try to fight back, because your main priority right now was to save the cat, not yourself.

To your amazement, tanjiro seems to have ran after you and has now blocked the attack for you, meaning that he probably saved your life.

Right after that, you two quickly jumped back in order to create some distance between you two and the demon.

Unfortunately, the demon wasn’t having it and started to assault you both again.

You, while holding the cat on your left arm, managed to dodge all the attacks which were aimed at you.

You also launched some attacks right after it, while trying your best to protect the cat more than yourself.

Tanjiro was watching you and it was safe to say that he was truly amazed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭

When the both of you first encountered the cat, he smelled your anger instantly disappear.

He was shocked at first, but quickly realized that it might be because you have a soft spot for animals. He was glad that you weren’t mad anymore, since being mad for a certain amount of time can harm your health.

But, the next move you did almost gave him a heart attack. Why would you just run up to the animal , while knowing that the demon was one feet behind it? Didn’t you care for your own life anymore?

He got worried and followed you, just so he can save you incase the demon would try to do something.

He was really glad that he made the decision of following you, who knows what would’ve happened if he wouldn’t have done that.

Don’t get him wrong, he’s happy that you’re ready to sacrifice your life in order to save the life of someone else, but he would also wish that you wouldn’t let yourself get killed by an easy attack.

He was astound by you when he saw you dodge all the attacks from that demon , while holding the cat on your other arm.

The same goes out for when you were fighting back, infact he even thinks that you were acting like a badass during that moment.

It just looked so cool when you were effortlessly unleashing your breaths to that demon, while also managing yourself to hold the cat on your other arm.

Shortly put, you just made him fall for you harder than before. You also got yourself a Number 1 Fanboy.

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭

The fight continued for a few more minutes, during that time , you made sure to keep the cat safe in your arms, so it wouldn’t try to run back to where it came from.

After you and tanjiro successfully beheaded the demon , you decided to take the cat with you on your way back to the butterfly estate.

On your way back, Tanjiro made sure to bombard you with compliments. He wouldn’t stop calling you a brave swordswoman for doing the thing you did.

When you two arrived at the butterfly estate, everyone in there fell in love with the cat, well everyone , except Shinobu. She has a huge dislike against animals with fur.

Nonetheless, she still accepted the idea of keeping the cat, but she also made it clear that she will not be the one to take care of it and that therefore, Kanao , Aoi and you will be the owners of it.

You were the one in charge of giving the cat a name, since you also were the one who found it.

So, you decided to name the cat “wisteria” , you thought that it was a pretty name for a pretty cat.

Both Kanao and Aoi loved the name aswell, so now , it was official.

The Butterfly estate got a new member now! A beautiful cat named “wisteria”

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Thank you for reading!

I Hope you enjoyed it.

If I have made any mistakes, please let me know.

#fanfic #new writer boost #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #tanjiro x reader #new writers on tumblr #tanjiro x you #tanjiro x y/n #tanjiro kny #tanjiro kamado #tanjirou #tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #KQ Fanfics

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l0ve-weenkun · 2 years

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leon headcanons bc im insane

listen to me, ive got fucking Leon brainrot. this man is taking over my goddamn life and i have no issue with it but like bbrbrbrbr i need this man in my arms in my hands on my bed, under me, over me, on me however, so anyway!! have some headcanons that i thought abt for him while i was doing my homework today in my very distracted brain: .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・ ⍟ this man is literally so fucking touch starved, you have no fucking clue. the first time you ever hugged him he didnt even know what the hell you were doing, until you let go. when you left after your goodbye hug he went home and he couldnt believe what had happened, its been so long since someone actually had the confidence to get that close to him. he lay in his bed, confused and sad, and it brought him to tears. he didnt know how to feel, but he knew that he missed that kind of comforting warmth only a hug can bring.

⍟ do not take him to an arcade with a claw machine because he will hyperfixiate on it until he wins the prize hes aiming for, especially if you mentioned that you thought it was cute, or if you tried winning it yourself. you bet your goofy ass that he'll spend a ridiculous amount of money for your happiness.

⍟ he wont admit it, but Leon actually loves holding hands. it doesnt matter where or how, if you hold his hand he will instantly blush and be very happy, although he wont vocalize it at all. any kind of skinship youre comfortable with he will accept with open arms, especially since hes not used to being loved on so much.

⍟ cuddles? yes please. hold this man close, hold him like the world is ending, he needs it so bad, this man knows no care and loves every moment he spends huddled under the bedsheets in your arms. sometimes when he comes home after missions hes just so tired and overwhelmed that the moment he gets in bed and you cuddle him, he'll break down into quiet sobs, not wanting to, but he just cant help it anymore, and he'll apologize a million times under his breath, choking on his words, but if u quiet him with a soft kiss he'll stop talking and just nuzzle into you softly and try to calm down as you rub circles into his back.

⍟ lets talk about this age gap,,,,uuhhhhh, there is nothing to talk abt!!!! he doesnt talk about it, it doesnt make him uncomfy hes just embarassed, "how/why did this young person fall for me" vibes, Freddy will often bother you guys about it, he'll call Leon "gramps" and he calls you "kid" but thats more of a nickname than being an asshole. (if youre older than Freddy but not Leon he'll find something else to call you) Melanie often questions you on your taste for men, but she does slightly admit that Leon is a pretty ok candidate, he just needs to loosen up a bit. rest assured, with you here, he will loosen up a bit.

⍟ Leon often feels the need to look after you (especially if youre significantly younger than him,,,totally not me hahaaa) he tries his best to be as responsible as possible and keep you far, far away from harms way, always checking up on you to make sure you're ok. he'll send you little texts every 30 minutes or so, most of the time they sound very,,, automated lmao "status report, mission progress" and such, but you grow closer together he'll send cuter texts like "hows it going? are you ok? need anything?" and sometimes, especially if hes on a mission, he'll send "i love you ♡" just to make sure you remember while hes gone.

⍟ he doesnt really give out kisses as you can imagine, most of the time hes on the receiving end, but when he does, he loves giving forehead kisses. not only because he's significantly taller than you, but he just feels most comfortable there, its not invading much of your personal space, and its just a sweet gesture. on the other hand, when you go to kiss him, kiss him anywhere and everywhere because he will melt in your touch. you can imagine how not having skinship with someone for ages has affected him, but anytime you kiss him its like the world stands still and its just you two, even if its just for a moment. (kiss him especially on his neck and his ears, he will literally die if u do)

⍟ cook for him, this man loves it when you cook!!! he'll sit in the kitchen and watch you as you shuffle around the kitchen like an idiot and make a big mess just to make sure he's well fed, it brings him so much joy and comfort knowing you care so much that you'll potentially burn down your kitchen just to make sure hes not hungry. also, he's like a fucking child, he drinks milk with every fucking meal. hes probably thinking that it'll literally give him stronger bones. he believes that. idk if thats why he drinks milk so often, but he drinks milk at least twice a day. (as a lactose intolerant mf thats gross but u do u)

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ill write more at some point lmao for now just have this spur of the moment nonsense, im going to go pass out maybe, yes i know that theres, like no capitalization at all, and no apostrophes but leave me alone smh lmao

#leon dislyte #headcanons #dislyte leon #dislyte headcanons #dislyte #dislyte x reader #dislyte brainrot

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hail-ey-m · 9 months

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мυι¢нιяσ тσкιтσ--¢σηƒєѕѕιση

!!TW: None!!

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•°Y/n°•

Hello, I hope you are well and I apologize for not responding sooner as I have been quite busy.

I have been thinking recently, and I don’t know if I will get the chance to tell you this after my next mission so I’m working up the courage to say it as I’m writing this letter.

I know I am in no position to be experiencing these things when I am in such a dangerous occupation but I can’t help but try to act on my feelings.

Okay, enough stalling. I… I believe I have strong romantic feelings for you.

I’m not telling you this with the intentions of pressuring you into reciprocating or acting on this.

I just wanted to get this off of my chest while I can. You are an amazing person worthy of much more then I can give and I hope one day you will receive it.

If you do reciprocate my feelings, although surprising, I would love to talk more about this.

If not, I completely understand and I hope we can still be friends.

You are still the greatest person I know regardless and I am very happy to be called your friend.

~ Muichiro ♡

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#anime comfort #anime x gender neutral reader #comfort character #comfort letter #comfort #spotify #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer #demon slayer muichiro #muichiro tokito #kny muichiro #muichiro x reader #kimetsu muichiro #kimetsu no yaiba

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st4rd0lly · 12 days

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chuuya coming home from work not expecting much (if anything) special for his birthday but his favourite dinner is made and on the table still warm. maybe theres a glass of his favourite wine too. even better when after the dinner you do whatever for him that he likes most (whether thats a blowjob, riding him, etc). i need to take care of him on his birthday so bad

you understand me. i NEED to take care of this man so bad just in general, he deserves to feel so so good on his birthday </3 give him the princess treatment, pepper his face with kisses when he comes home and help him calm down after a long day with food and wine on the table… he sounds so so pretty afterwards when you go to fuck him, pushing down on his chest gently to help him lean back on the bed and let you take care of him. he’s probably even more sensitive because he’s been hard ever since you started to give him bedroom eyes during dinner ! he cums so quickly he’s almost embarrassed if it weren’t for the fact that you eagerly dragging your tongue all over his dick and wherever his cum landed, even better if it’s just in you because you don’t stop riding him

#. . . mission received —✫・゜・。.#. . . executive at the house —✫・゜・。.#have you heard his educational sounds. he’s gonna be sounding like that all night tonight #having him grip onto your hair in desperation while he’s so close and rutting into your mouth…#sighs dreamily #hearing him whine and moan all choked up because of the overwhelming amount of pleasure you’re giving him…

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 1 year

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7th Dimension (Chapter 7.7)

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 7.6

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD VERSION (I am entirely ahead on this application now. 7th Dimension in Wattpad has now accumulated more than 10 chapters. There are minimal scenes back in the previous chapters which has been altered there, so sorry about that to those who only read my updates through Tumblr. Heehee.)

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Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: (Part 8) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive. Additional Summary for this chapter: Bound to take sketches from your dimension to theirs. Howbeit, was it also possible to acquire pictures from Satoru's dimension back to yours once you have the chance to go back?

Warnings: Fluff chapter ahead? | This is quite cute---made me punch the walls for a while because how I'm caught smiling every through it all. Satoru's being so adorable and annoying at the same time. Like---*kicks my feet in the air*

A/N: Sorry this has taken so long to be posted here in Tumblr when it has already been published in Wattpad back then. I apologize!

7th Dimension Taglist: @dailystsg

SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS IN EVERY CHAPTER I WRITE. I ain't a professional writer! I'm just a potato-hoe! Please do let me know (Send an ask) if you wanna be tagged on this multi-chapter fanfic, bb's!

Words: 5.3+

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits, also those posted are not mine especially the GIF's. (I dunno how to make GIF's 😭) I only own the plot of 7th Dimension. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be for the sake of the story.

GOJO SATORU WAS LEFT GLARING and scowling over a white, mammoth plushie that you were holding to yourself. It covered the entirety of your face, mantling a lot that were of displayed for people to see your expressions. The stuff toy had been hilarious to look for his standpoint because of how much of a giant it was.

Comical yet irksome somehow in certain sections that he had been heedless of.

Satoru was scooched down before you. Long legs on either side of him along with his elbows outstretched that topped above his clothed knee. Kooky as the image was while he gave the plushie an overcritical scrutiny. His notions consisted of cavils and a fraction whispers of complaints over the adorable soft toy you were strangling to death.

"Ah, out of all the choices you've picked, it had to be a large stuff-toy. You could've just asked Yaga to make plushies for you instead." he blatantly complained, pulling a face of disgust for the soft toy you held.

Was he hating the idea of acquiring the said prize; the twee image it was giving, the pleasing reactions he was receiving upon being rewarded by his abundant tickets that has been given to you, or the self-contained fact that you were conferring all your attention over a non-living soul other than the man you were with today?

Satoru was left in a muddled, grumbling mess. Subliminal words garbled to entertain himself as he watched and observed how you were behaving for the plushie.

Those melodious, littlest squeal that momentarily slips in between your mouth, it sounded suppressed as if you did not want Satoru to have the idea that you were utterly mirthful for a soft toy he had been giving glares upon, not wanting him to rejoice for his duck-soup gift he had effortlessly obtained from the basketball arcade.

To no use of restraining those sounds, Satoru could technically hear it all because you weren't actually being furtive at any rate.

He'd heard another teeny-weeny giggle. Another aberrant sensation that was gradually slithering in an unknown crevasse that resided within parts that weren't meant to come upon. This anomalous situation felt like a confined room ought not to be visited, probing it to be a perturbing hullabaloo as Satoru sees fit.

Your tittering felt like a pesky mosquito buzzing through his ears. One he'd allowed to fly; juxtaposed where one that he'd also allow to swig his own blood on because he knew it was you.

An off-the-wall metaphor, but it was really the exact feeling you were giving.

Pale as snow. Its face outlined to be chibified in a pattern and a way where Japanese artists are notorious over designing such cutesy patterns. Satoru did not despise adorable stuff. In fact, he also had the partiality for dainty things. Everyone who surrounded him had described him to be an utter man-child. The facade he always flaunted towards all and sundry. He relishes upon souvenirs to be given to those he genuinely cared about. Materialistic as he was deemed to be; his thoughtful temperament that individuals brush off due to the constant antagonizing repartees that left his mouth whenever he couldn't resist.

Yet, this Neko plushie---a damned white cat stuff-toy that you've been regularly giving heed to every second that passes by---Gojo was finding it inconvenient somehow and he couldn't explain why.

"You even had the choice for it to be cursed too." The white-haired sorcerer added another self-thought whisper, not risking his nonchalance through it all. He'd subtly taken heed prior to your response before obtaining the said prize. How you've both jabbered away on the notions for Jujutsu left you on the authentic side. All words that slipped past your mouth after it thronged and dripped in exasperation.

Gojo discerned it to be an honest-to-goodness section---once you were nosy towards a particular subject, you wanted to have the exact details upon it. A thorough run-down that all your questions should be provided with answers because if you were left dissatisfied, then you were guaranteed to be ticked off on a certain amount of time. The sort of infuriation that weren't meant to be dismissed. This was a miniscule portion of an attitude he learned afresh.

Therefore, this lead on to Satoru constantly being tenacious over chanting the sobriquet he had for you, over and over again until you've both reached the front of the line because of how you've went uttermost hushed after firmly calling him an idiot for not explaining well.

It was the intentional quietude that he was not used to after hours of throwing wisecracks upon wisecracks with him; the tiny crease that pinched in between the furrow of your brows, the vague squinch of your nose when you've momentarily have given him the cold shoulder.

Hence, for the first time ever---Satoru felt awkward upon how to react or inveigle you out of your raffled state when he wasn't even trying to rattle your cage. This was the type of ineptness that he desired to be fleeting, a fugacious feeling he believed it to be because of his lukewarm attitude he always had in regards to his continuous jests and quips he'd been giving and receiving with people---though, much to this forsaken oddity with you, it has given him nothing but an augment of necessity to keep you on a rather upbeat mood no matter how he was also hooked on your chagrins.

The gaucheness has been like an itch he couldn't tolerate but to scratch to lessen the peculiar prickles.

Satoru's knuckles now rested upon his cheek as he squatted before you. His gaze persistent upon judging the entire scene behind his Stygian sunglasses, currently giving the unlucky Neko plushie his captious daggers. He'd went on upon his piped down bleats, ought to avoid taking another route to your strange unbearable noiselessness that he lowkey disrelished.

This made it seem like keeping you illiterate on the basic terms of Jujutsu and the useful history he could provide you with was better left unsaid if you were guaranteed to be constantly coaxed out of your authentic petulance. Although, everyone knew for a fact that Gojo's mouth wasn't one to be ceased even if it was amplified down to a level that he, himself could only be heard.

He remembered correctly that he had taken at least a bunch of 'Tiny-Chan~' and a covenant to buy you another ice-lolly---which you had endlessly pestered him to be of blame because of his loutish manners to leave all the paper bags to you, preliminary to the moment he had snitched them off your hands after the call with Ijichi. It has taken a sheer promise of another sweetened popsicle that Satoru was also inconspicuously anticipating to buy for himself as well before you actually and finally acknowledged him.

But then, somehow---he questioned himself on the idea if he was really an actual idiot because it felt like you've just baited him to actually give something you liked in return. A mischievous stunt that you actually pulled through that tiny height you had which the heavens had unfortunately bestowed upon you.

"---Or another Mike-o Wazowski you've described cursed-spirits to be. I should've just brought you a cursed-spirit then. You might have found them more adorable. Hehe. Although, I doubt you would if I actually bring you the ugliest ones. Your reactions might be hysterically funny to catch sight on, to be honest."

"Satoru, you've been mumbling nonstop like a weirdo and acting so hostile over my cute plushie when you've been cheating this whole time. I told you, I had to have the last pick because of your Infinity shenanigans. Might as well deal with it." you've went on and stated with a heavy stand. Hell-bent for the idea that he cheated and used his abilities all the while especially through the basketball game.

"Infinity shenanigans? quite a low-blow to put my innate technique into words, huh? It doesn't even work that way like how you're imagining it to be. Psh---," he skeptically scoffed, your opines difficult to digest for Satoru's proficiency towards the essence of Jujutsu. The idea you had for his abilities pooh-poohed by the strongest, "---I've been telling you a ton of times already that I wasn't cheating too!" Satoru exclaimed further like a child, exasperated for your stubborn opinions.

You've given him a quick glance over his expressions, peeping through the top head of the plushie and was welcomed by the image of him, sporting an animated grimace other than those grins, smug smirks and smiles he consisted every second of the day.

The bond you had today with Satoru swotted you in further analysis of his personality, attitude and characteristics. Satoru Gojo comprised more than what a person's first impression would obviously analyze him for. Arrogant. A menace. Playful. Vain. To all intents and purposes, he consisted of vast multifarious dispositions that made him more expressive, appearing to be more than what you've perceived him to be. Shrouded behaviors that he probably didn't mean to convey for an unidentified woman which expected to return to her rightful dimension once the deal was done for.

When the subject matter was about his students. Satoru switches into a meditative, pensive state that you never knew he comprised of. Shocking you to say the least because you've quickly understood that he was utmost considerate for their well-being and fostered for their development and mental protection.

Mental protection. How could you have said that?

Satoru made it clear that he did not want his students dwelling on the future that you were fated to undergo once the healing process for your amnesia takes it place. His students weren't duty-bound to take a part in this business you were having with him.

Hence, adding more facts about your learnings through his behavior, you've raised a thought that he didn't just had grins and cherub smiles. Satoru was capable of owning scowls that made him look like a child which can be tempted enough to taunt further for his dislikes.

One that made you want to continue and just annoy him further. The kind where you were also having the jollification over his annoyance.

You stifled your giggles and smiles, biting your lip as you did so when he'd briefly looked away. He was striking on the perception that he appeared to loathe on such a harmless, voluminous Neko stuff toy you were holding.

The paper bags that were filled of bits and bobs that Satoru has bought you for today were situated beside him, your unshakeable aspiration over taking the plushie as a prize clearly had brought you and Satoru on a lenient verbal debate over which was better to be taken as winnings. You've had the choice of choosing a gadget---an excellent exchange of a Nintendo Switch that would've been handy and could have answered to your boredom. Your phone still being held for safekeeping with Satoru that you highly believed it wouldn't be sheltered from how nosy he was. Bearing in mind, back at that Hatagaya incident that he had already chosen and took a picture of himself---setting it as your wallpaper for no damn reason.

You've staunchly expressed your disapproval over the Nintendo Switch because you've noted how it came with no free games, your rational thoughts processed that you would eventually entreated Satoru to purchase them again for you, leading you down into adding more shameless debts or dues that made you diffident for the pampering he'd allowed you to shower in.

Was he always like this with everyone? Acting like money has never been a problem to him?

The white-haired cyclops knew that it's what you were thinking---assuring you further that he would buy every game you wanted because he would much prefer it rather than having to carry everything that he bought for you.

However, you've held your grounds and chose a prize where you would've stumbled foolishly over and over again if he wouldn't lend a hand upon carrying all the things he procured.

Perhaps, he had mollycoddled you a little too much today.

It would've been a comical occurrence to see you miss your footing every once in a while, but Satoru let it slide.

Surprisingly so.

The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer being a porter; a cargador. The honored one carrying all the items you've taken at least two to three seconds of staring upon pieces he subtly felt that you've had a thing about then evade from purchasing because of your self-effacing behavior over knowing that it wasn't your money to start with.

In which Satoru had eventually whisked everything he'd identified you've looked on with favor. He was caught on to be reflecting upon his actions whenever you were both outside, leaving stores upon stores---ruminating why he was overindulging to your non-verbal requests when you weren't even saying a word nor made it obvious that you wanted them in the first place.

"Whatever. Besides, this large cat plushie looks like you, don't you think? I'm designing him soon..." you've chewed the cud; the threshold of your consciousness being babbled. Simultaneously joining in the hubbub of laughter and shouting that reverberated around the arcade establishment, mixing in.

Bringing the stuff toy down, you've peek through the head again, regarding Satoru and seeing that he was murmuring incoherent words you've not caught on again. His long fingers scratching the back of his head and coming across as though he wasn't listening to any of what you've muttered.

What was he even saying?

You've shrugged his strange behavior off and blinked to yourself. Keen eyes ferreting around the arcade as if there was one thing you had to do more.

Whereby, this sense of surveying for each booth or games landed on one. A separated kind where it didn't consists of spunky, virtual battles and artificial combats of versus fantasy characters. This stall was created and functioned to be used as an arrest of souvenirs that were worth to be photographed for; to capture memories worth to hark back for.

The Photo Booth.

Was it also possible?

Those subliminal thoughts stressed upon the question, brooding over an idea that was possible but also impossible at the same time. Your hushed questions had become fervent, dropping down one or two at a time inside the back of your mind.

If you were given the chance to finally come back to your dimension, would it be possible to have your own sketches as well? Or rather pictures that would be of evidence or a reliable documentation that everything that happened today has been a bona fide memory. A remarkable and uncanny fate that no scientist could have an answer to back on your world, not even the person who had the highest IQ would get to elucidate or refute to.

Living in another world you've found to be freakish---otherworldly in a broad amount of facts because the people surrounded you had been defined and distinguished to be beyond normal. This was another universe where you've actually had a profound purpose---hapless to have a chance to find value over something that you had no idea with right at this moment because of an accident that destiny bequeath upon.

Or would this just be an evanescence bubble of your own imaginations, forged and fictitious to hurt you in the end because there was more to this so called providence you believed in?

Was it bound to give you agony?

Despair?

Woe?

Or happiness?

Were you transported to keep one and all to their befitting, auspicious future that you could uphold upon cursed, miserable claims of expectations that you would foresee soon?

"Hey, Satoru." you've lightly mused on, tone sounding to be as if you were deliberating on the spontaneous idea, "---If I finally have the chance to go back to my dimension, do you think I could bring pictures with me too?"

You've looked vacantly over the booth just meters ahead from you. Your abrupt inquiry catching Satoru over stumbling on his own feet through his own ruminative thoughts. He'd blinked from behind his sunglasses, breaking off from his dwelling and swiftly standing on full tilt. His height back from being lofty rather than sitting on one's haunches in such a silly manner.

The question deserved at least a second before he reconsidered. He hummed through his logical thinking and cocked his head to the side. One arm crossed over his clothed chest, supporting his elbow that rested on his closed fist. The other hand positioned underneath his chin, thick thumb and forefinger squeezing upon his cheeks that compressed his own skin. Luscious lips unconsciously jutted out, in which you had never gotten a mental picture of on account of your own distractions. A fetching and appealing sight you've not have gotten a chance to see.

Satoru's gaze went elsewhere, intently mulling on your suggestions and speculations like it was worth enough to change the world.

"According to your experience, by the sketches you've had from your dimension and to ours. It might be doable---Oi, Tiny-Chan!"

Without any fuss or delay, caught in your own excited bubble, you've began to tug onto the hem of his leather jacket, immediately and excitedly pulling him towards the booth. He'd let you pull him over, welcoming you both in a teeny-tiny space, not giving an ounce for a whistle-stop through your abiding elation he'd apprehended.

Satoru has given you a look, expectant that you were going to put the damned, large stuff toy down but before he knew it, you were already tugging the black curtains open and plonking along the seat. The confined space making it impractical for Satoru to even manspread or accommodate himself if another long-legged man was to be present. His lanky height making it nonviable for you to move comfortably unless he would squeeze in and be cooperative to make the most out of the cramped space.

The photo booth was made for 3-4 people. With Satoru's fit built---his broad shoulders, back and stubborn thighs and legs along with his uncompromising behavior, this booth was made to be seated with him and you alone.

Howbeit, an inanimate object just had the luck to take his rightful area. The space that was meant for him.

Satoru's face briefly fell at that. The plushie receiving a dirty look from the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer alive.

You were sliding in the game card as Satoru yanked the black curtains open, bending down from behind the opened hatch as he held the blinds open. You hadn't caught on the hasty disparaging glimpse he'd given towards your plushie. A fleeting lour that pulled the ends of his lips down as if it was the most ignoble thing he'd seen that was positioned neatly with ease. It's chibified face being a mirage that reflected upon his sunglasses, the figment of his imaginations hearing its goody-goody laughter; his well-deserved area that a lifeless soft toy had unconsciously snaffled.

"You bringing that in? can't you see how minuscule this is for the both of us?"

He was bending his height down to a level, taking a glance to see you struggling to comprehend the Japanese letters that appeared on the monitor screen, your forehead scrunched in a way that tells Satoru how you've not understood a thing or two. You've complained back at him, holding a hand out protectively over your large Neko stuff toy while your pointer finger chewed on what to initially press upon the screen.

"Well, I'm not forcing you to join me---," Pause. "----You wait outside then. He's not leaving my side."

Satoru couldn't help but raise a brow at that. The simple action worth to be expressed as a 'I think the fuck not' or an utter non-verbal quip of an 'Excuse me? you just did not say that to my face.'

Gojo firmly shook his head, emphasizing the whole idea that he was not letting it happen, not in a million years would he let a plushie win over his supposed to be side of the cramped room, "Ha! Nope!" he popped the 'p' along his words, determined and bull-headed to join in the photograph, "---Not a chance! I'm joining in the picture! This is going to be futile. That thing needs to go,"

He quickly grabbed onto the soft toy. Satoru had haphazardly chose a section through the screen without even taking another look at it as he had two tasks at hand. One hand on the monitor screen while the other outstretched to reach for the lifeless dummy that was smirking through his illusions. He'd shortly glanced how the time started to run down in ten seconds.

"Fly high, Neko-san!" Satoru whisked the plushie beside you, tossing it out of the booth with no remorse. The white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer knew where it went and landed without paying any more regard to it.

"What the---! Fly high, seriously?! Did you just yeet him outaway like that?! What did it even do to you?!" you've hissed back at him, your eyes following suit as it went wide, peeping where your plushie went and flew behind him, it was precisely perched along the cluster of paper bags that you've both abandoned for the mean time.

The latter went to plonk himself beside you like a lightning bolt, squeezing himself in as the time already started. It was 5 sets of poses that should be accumulated within a 10 second smile. He'd taken up a lot of space that you were pushed to the sides, making you glower when his towering height wedged through like a sponge.

Straightaway, Satoru was already beaming through the camera, all wide and his teeth on show, coruscating as if it shined brighter than the sun. He'd lowered his sunglasses a bit right above the tall bridge of his nose, setting forth the Ether on view to be captured, posing for the camera when he'd noticed that you were glaring beside him.

The white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer had raised a vague guess and thought that you were feeling uncomfortable through the cramped space that he recklessly reacted upon his careless reflexes, clinging his long arm around your shoulders, hanging loosely at first before he decided to bring you closer to his side in attempt to create the best set of pictures he could think of.

You were shoved with the warmth in his bosom; warmth that could be defined as an oasis of serenity you never knew you've delved into. The plight of what your world has offered for you; the other side of the coin that Satoru established just upon hours of being with him.

Was this also a part of his abilities then? Did it involve in manifesting you from experiencing idiosyncratic discoveries in such an amount of time?

"Tiny-Chan, Say cheese!" he avidly betokened, beaming through the camera. His amiable, snug gesture of enveloping an arm over your shoulder making you give him the heart-eyes, recreating the image of a smitten woman who peered up from his side, speechless as she appeared to be. The camera capturing a smiling Gojo while you, on the other hand, estimated to be like a twitterpated woman who was gawking whereas he had been on the contrary because the Satoru was utmost picture-ready.

It has been one of the the most effulgent smile on his face you've distinguished it to be.

You've cleared your throat and blinked from your stupor when you've felt and seen the flash of the camera fill the booth again.

That was already two pictures then.

The machine started to count once again. You were forthwith this time, consciously struggling to pull yourself out of your own reverie that Satoru have foolhardy pulled you in. A genuine smile on show, your eyes turning into crescent shapes; a harebrained impulse of an action---your hand collapsing to fall over Satoru's clothed inner leg, resting your palm over it.

Caught in the spur of the moment, it was simply just a gesture to maximize the jammed compartment that you were both situated in.

Yet, Satoru's toothy beam minimally closed at that meek, soft touch. The congested area gradually becoming more confined rather than how it was supposed to be, garnering a dubious calefaction that he unforeseen, startling the strongest deep-within.

That shouldn't have been possible.

The camera flash flickered again. You were blind over how he was brought to a whim. This was already the fourth picture to the last. The machine seeming to be capturing you both in the midst of conversing at the present time. Definitely not the proper time to do so, but you've began to tattle towards the Jujutsu Sorcerer, gently nudging his leg over and over again to cut him off from his concentration and unusual pondering. The skin of your palm abrading over the fabric of his own pants.

Satoru had seen you pouting on the side through the camera screen. Your words even catching him more off-guard then ever, appealing as a subdued rustle of the wind. A whir of your words susurrating beneath your breath, "Why did you had to throw away 'Toru' like that..."

He'd turned his head at a break-neck speed from the unexpected epithet he heard from you, peering down to gaze over the space you were comfortably snugged in. Suddenly wrapping his mind on the proximity he'd set you both. An unfamiliar and foreign touchy-feely sense that was beyond for his ken.

Your focus had been on the camera that neared its countdown, deliberately ignoring Satoru on the side of the screen. The unsettling drum of your heartbeats thumping one by one in a pitter-patter as if it grew unbearable with each passing second.

You suddenly wanted this to be over with.

"Toru?" Gojo blinked through his sunglasses, repeating the sobriquet as a drone. A faint, soft whisper of incredulity, one that sounded too affectionate to be heard. It was probably another wild reflex but you've snapped your head to the side, giving your heed to him that you've lately realized the camera flash went off again to the both of you gazing into each other's eyes.

Those blest eyes that always yanked you out of your physical existence to bring you towards the celestial sphere.

"---You're calling that lifeless dummy over a nickname meant for me?" Satoru veiled his struck on sensibilities with a smug smirk and his notable complacent demeanor.

Toru.

The sobriquet repeated like an echo within the deepest parts of an underground chamber, fawning over to forage the beacons.

Bewildered. Be all at sea. Satoru Gojo had no idea why but he wanted to hear it again and again as if the nickname should have been fabricated for him and not for a exanimate plushie.

"I-I had it patented because I knew you were bound to upbraid and tell me that it had been bought by your abundant tickets. Psh. Don't get so full of yourself, alright?" you've clicked your tongue, flustered from the unpredicted choice of moniker created for your soft-toy. The diminutive passing out of your mouth of one's own accord. You've swatted his heavy arm off your shoulder, wrenching the curtains open and paving your way out of the booth.

Once out of the threshold, the photo booth becoming more confining, suffocating to the point that it would've been minacious if you've stayed longer. You've shrieked when you've seen how far your plushie really went.

"Really, Satoru?!" You've audibly cleared your throat, hearing a humiliating voice crack in between your exclamation as if it wasn't stable to begin with, marching your way over the Neko plushie that has been literally thrown to the sides.

Waiting for the pictures to finish developing, you were holding onto your stuff toy for dear life, Unwary that the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer tarried a bit inside the compartment. Satoru had been sitting inside the booth for at least less than a minute now.

You've seen his expensive shoes from underneath the pitchy drapes that you had to lightly kick it to shove him out of whatever he was doing inside. With pursed lips and kicking one's heels, you've seen the developed pictures when it finally dropped out of the holder.

"Hey, what are you even doing in there? you takin' your own selfies?" you've given his Adidas another light shove with yours, making him react with a short, distracted hum that vibrated through the core of your stomach, whipping up another tight hug around your plushie.

The developed pictures were now on your hands, your eyes briefly pausing at the particular, spesh one that made you covertly smile to yourself because of the flutters that the tiny, expanding butterflies aspired to give you from a indelible picture which has been your utmost favorite.

You subtly hoped Satoru was not one who's fond of keeping photographed pictures.

"Sa-to-ru! You suddenly deaf or what?" you were heedless of your beaming smile, the blood rushing through your face as you were downright elated over the developed pictures. Calling his name per vowel in an attempt to emphasize further. Eyes fazed, zeroed in on the snapshot at hand.

"Fine. I'm having all of this. It's not like you're bound to keep them anyways. You don't seem to be like that kind of person." It sounded like a bubbly judgement for him. Your smile now stifled, altered into an automated grimace when you've seen him emerge from the curtains. It was funny to see how such a towering lanky man had been inside the booth all along that your restrained laughter went nominal from the moment that Satoru has aimlessly grabbed onto the one you had bisected and chose as your copy.

Did he just whipped the favorite one you've taken a liking to?

"Oi, gimme that." he quickly grabbed onto the picture you favored. The best one you've wanted to treasure. Your face falling when he was brisk enough to slip them along his side pockets, "---Did you just judge my personality, Tiny-Chan? Oh, you really wound me."

You didn't risk a chance. Under no circumstances did you try to even steal it back from him because Satoru was dead set to take his claim on that specific picture you've wanted to cherish.

With an insincere smile pasted upon your face, you've grumbled through gritted teeth, "You really didn't seem like it. That's mine. Give it back."

"Hm." Satoru's grins broadened, owning that impish expression which forewarned you that the white-haired menace knew it was a choice of your preference. The print that you were keen on keeping. "---Yours, you say?" Pause. "---How about a no? you've basically been judging my whole being since day one, so this is mine now for payback."

Perhaps, digging through that deep-rooted bulwark he'd built, Satoru also held an adoration for the fresh portrait that were now kept inside his pockets. A photograph that has only taken a second of creating an apocryphal world that sheltered the actuality of his dimension, providing a bed of roses he'd not ever tolerated for once in his life. The inexplicable, nameless, undivulged will-o-the-wisp that he needed to evade from because if he'd stayed longer---the denouement would either be parlous or in the doldrums.

Don't be shy. Say hi? I don't bite. Heehee. <3 Will post the next chapter for this the day after tomorrow!

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yunospotpotatoes · 2 years

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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟨

Warning: 18+ content, explicit language

A/n: We are finally going to get into some of things Akira went through in her life when trained in the Ten Rings

|| {𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳} || {𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳} || {𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵} ||

.・。.・゜ ☾ ・.・ ⎊ ・゜・。..・。.・゜ ⎊ ・.・ ☽ ・゜・。.

𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖉

A stare down had ensued for a good five minutes neither one of them daring to look away. Until Jarvis interrupted

“Sir? Miss?” Both of them groaned as his voice made them both lose concentration.

“I WAS GONNA WIN!!”

“YEAH RIGHT DID YOU NOT SEE THE STEEL GAZE I HAD GOING ON!”

Walking around the lab the machines started to dismantle the metal, not once did he take his eyes off the young women not trusting she won’t pull something funny.

“How did you get past my security system?” Sitting down across from her in place of the robot earlier. “Oh Tony Tony baloney you think you're the only genius around here. But you’re wrong.”

Moving the red checker piece forward “So then how did you do it?”

“Simple I disengaged your motion sensor cameras with a code of my own–”

“Then how did it not alert the system?” Holding her hand up to his face “Anthony can you please let me finish? As I was saying, the code I used combined with a UI redress that I made specifically for security cameras. So if any motion was triggered it would instantly rewrite in the system that nothing was there–”

“OKAY okay I get it expert hacker so then how did you get past Jarvis he’s my first line of defense he should’ve alerted me right away.” Picking up the black piece to capture one of the red ones. “Oh simple Jarvis and I are like Pen Pals!”

He moved to capture one of hers but the shock of what she said distracted him “Excuse me? Pen Pals??”

“You know when you exchange letters and stuff” sneakily placing her checker piece in a different spot without him noticing. “I know what Pen Pals are!! I mean how did you– what did you do UGH!!” His frustration grew bigger as more questions popped up.

“Well since it's my job to keep an eye on you I~ hacked into your security cameras, relaying it on my laptop so everything he sees” pointing to the ceiling “I see. Along the way Jarvis tried to stop me but I override his program. Aaaaand impressed with my efforts and not being seen as a threat we started talking whenever no one was around we easily became good friends talking about tech jargon and stuff.”

Trying to process all the information he just received, so the entire time he thought he was alone

“You have a creepy hobby, kid.” He walked off to another part of his lab “I TOLD you its my job I don’t enjoy either I rather be on a kill mission”

“Excuse me a what?” not catching her last words “I said I would rather go on a kill mission.” the anxious tick she had came back as she started to bounce her leg up and down.

“So then why are you here?” Turning back to her still not trusting that the young assassin won’t try to pull something.

“that’s classified”

“Who are you working for?”

“That’s uh classified.”

“Okay how did you break out of the facility”

“that’s also classified.” Taking a pause between her words

The back and forth banter wasn’t as fun this time since all the questions were being shot down. “Then what’s NOT classified.”

“Uhhhhhh ehhhhh ruuuuuu” Still not getting an answer left a big tick in his head “You know what forget!”

“Hey don’t get mad at me YOU’RE the one that put me here in the first place!”

“Now how is this MY FAULT?!” Circling his arm in her direction

Coping the same motion in a bigger impression “YES you're fault there was nobody else on that jet except us so you’re most likely the suspect that tempered with my jet. Just know I wouldn't even be in the States right now because of you!!!” Her hands close together to make emphasis of her irritation as the ground started to shake and the pips were starting to groan.

“I–”

“AND THANKS to your pal Rhody who handed me over to the same people I now have to work for!”

“Akira calm down there’s an earthquake happening—”

“UGH NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID?! YOU GOT ME RILED UP!” Altogether the ground stopped shaking as she was taking deep breaths to calm herself. “Akira I’m–” Ignoring him altogether she stomped all the way upstairs with Tony right on her tail. “Where are you going?!”

.・。.・゜ ☾ ・.・ ⎊ ・゜・。..・。.・゜ ⎊ ・.・ ☽ ・゜・。.

They stopped in the middle of his kitchen with her right in front of the fridge. “Well, I can’t release my anger on anything and I can’t KILL anybody so I’m gonna do the one thing I CAN do.” Pulling open the door scanning his food “and that would be?”

“Binge eating you stupid fuck gosh you may be book smart but have no common sense between those big ears of yours.”

“Oh my god can’t BELIEVE I’m stuck here working for a guy with an eyepatch as my boss ALL because of him.” Muttering to herself as she looked through the fridge while Tony slowly brought his hands up to ears feeling them. “Are they really that big?” It was dead silent with only the fridge making a slight buzzing noise from being kept open.

No patience to cook right now there were limited options. Continuing to scavenge through his food selection picking out a few simple ingredients like leftovers or fruit. Walking up beside her he decided to do the one thing he could to make it up to her. And that was to cook. Before taking a bite out of the plum he put a hand in front of her face. “That’s not ripe yet.” He took the fruit out of her hand and placed it back in the fridge. “Here how about I make a deal I’ll cook you a meal as a way to apologize for the whole ‘leaving you in military base’. Sound good?”

A cloud of anger still hovered over her but could never turn down a free home cooked meal. “Fine its a deal but you better not pull anything funny.” She settled herself on a bar stool that was in front of the kitchen counter. “I won’t don’t worry. Besides I don't have much so you’ll just have to settle with bacon and eggs.” Opening one of the cabinets to get a pan “how do you want your eggs cooked?” he asked while placing the pan on the stove. “There's different ways you can cook eggs?” He did a quick turn to look at her “yeah? wait do you even know how to cook?”

“Of course I know how to cook… simple things” He waited for her to elaborate while the pan heats up. “WELL like RICE I know how to cook rice.. Uh eggs scrambled of course the only way I know, a sandwich I can make an AMAZING BLT!” He tried not to judge since he wasn’t a five star class chef. Too tired to come up with any lies, she decided to just explain herself “well when you grow up in a terrorist organization its kind hard to find time to practice cooking. Arms crossed and leaned back in her seat “Wait WHAT a terrorist organization- kid we need to sign you up into some serious therapy.”

“I’m fine okay I don’t need therapy I don’t even have the time I’m on a mission!”

“Okay okay maybe save therapy for another time but we seriously need to have a talk about” waving his hand in a circle in front of her “all of that.” Turning back to the pan he started placing stripes of bacon along with a couple of eggs. “You are one lucky girl cause I’m making my famous sunny side up eggs.” Rolling her eyes “wooooooow must be a true honor to try such a delicacy.”

Once again silence took up the space “sooooo that earthquake earlier was that you?” With back still turned to her not wanting to burn the food. Distracting herself by drawing patterns into the marble countertop “Uhhhh yeah yeah I can kinda control the four elements you know fire, water, earth, air.” Since he already saw her bending fire and earth when they first met, what's the harm of him knowing the other two. “Wait. So you’re like the Avatar?”

“Ava what now?”

“You know, like the master of the four elements?”

Shaking her head not getting the reference “Sorry I don’t follow”

“Bald kid with big blue arrow on his head?” her face twisted into confusion.

“Nope”

“Airbender, has a mystical flying pet bison, does the whole glowy thing when he gets mad. No? Nothing?” He has totally lost her at this point.

He placed the food on two plates sliding one over to her with a fork and spoon. “Sorry I really don’t know what you're talking about. Are you like referencing this from a movie or a show or something?”

“Exactly! From a show on Nickelodeon called Avatar the Last Airbender.” Hoping the name would spark recognition. Signing I guess I gotta dumb it down for him “Did you not here the part where I said ‘raised in a terrorist organzation’ they don’t exactly have cable.” Seeing her point now realizing more and more of what a sad life the girl in front of him went through.

Picking up his plate he walked over to the living room signaling her to follow. “What are we doing and also do you have any rice by chance? It feels weird to eat it plain.” Planted himself in the middle of the couch turning on the tv “sadly no I don’t but it's okay to eat like this.” Flipping through the channels he finally reached the kids channel and with great coincidence the show he was talking about was on. A marathon actually from start to finish “you are so weird who eats a meal without rice?” Sitting a few feet from him “hey I’m not weird its just a cultural difference you eat it with rice and I don't. And now I’m about to educate you.”

“Huh?” biting into a piece of bacon “Avatar. We’re gonna watch it so you’ll finally get all the references I’ve been saying.” Sitting up straight “so you just want me to watch a show just so I can understand your references?”

“Yes and no I want you to understand them at the same time you’ll be getting a good experience of watching a show that you couldn’t when you were younger.” She couldn’t really argue with that logic besides this was way better than being in a car surveilling through a laptop.

A few episodes flew by and Akira started to get really invested in the show. Occasionally she would ask a few questions like ‘can ice really keep your body from aging like that?’ or ‘how is a flying bison a thing?’ or commented that a lot of their bending they did were very similar to hers. Her latest question though would soon be her biggest regret “so why exactly does he have to master all four elements anyways? Like why should it be his problem to take down the fire lord?”

They both got comfortable on the couch her in a criss cross pattern, jacket thrown away and yes Phil still made her wear a stupid suit on stake out missions. While Tony just man spread trying to take up all the space. “Its because he was reborn as the avatar its his responsibility.”

“Tch just because it's his responsibility? So he never had a choice in the matter” Pressing the control button to fast forward the end credits. “So what about you?”

“What?”

“How did you get your powers?” expecting an epic tale of her life journey but silence was the only answer. For a girl who likes to joke a lot tonight has been oddly silent. In a small voice she replied “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Faced forward in her seat as she tucked her knees under her chin. “Oh come on don’t tell me its a trade secret or maybe you got them in some freak accident while training in the terrorist organi–”

“NO there’s no epic tale or friends who helped support me! It wasn’t a glorified fairy tale that people make out to be! And you know what NOT EVEN I KNOW WHERE I GOT IT FROM!! THERE satisfied.”

Left in a constant state of confusion and emptiness. Not only did she not know how she got her powers she didn’t even know where she was born or who her parents were. It always felt like a piece of her was missing.

Glancing back at her closed off state he was a big idiot. Being raised in an evil organization, the ten rings, and the missing information in her file. Everything started to add up. This girl right beside him really had a hard life yet he still insisted on knowing. Maybe she was right, maybe I am only book smart with no common sense between him.

The heavy atmosphere hung for a while till Tony decided to break it “I hate my dad.” It was still silent but now with a hint of awkwardness “he always treated me like I was in the way of his greatest accomplishment.” Head still tucked between her arms but he could tell that she was listening.

“It wasn’t a hard life per say compared to others at least. I had a loving mom and tolerable dad if I just grit my teeth. But it was still hard. All I ever wanted was to get his recognition just to know I wasn’t a mistake.” Exhaling he didn’t really talk about his family issues to anyone but for some reason he felt this was the time. “Now it's too late cause they’re both gone and I’ll never know what it feels like to have him proud of me.” No words were spoken as the information sank in. “Look I can’t say I know what you’re going through but I can relate to a degree of never being able to know something or that life wasn’t easy.”

Lifting her head just enough to hover over her arms “I never really knew where I came from the ten rings was all I had.” Looking off to stare at the wall next to the TV “Sometimes I pretend I am making up ideas in my head that my parents are still alive somewhere trying to look for me or maybe it was just better to write them off as dead.”

“All was the small facility I was placed in and thats what I called home ever since I was a baby. They’re the reasons why I am what I am today.” The sounds of the show was all but a white noise in her mind as she continued her story.

“Instead of dolls I got knives, instead of tea parties I was taught how to distribute poisons to neutralize my enemies, instead of playgrounds I got sparring matches until I bleed, instead of going to school and learning I got lessons in the many ways to kill a person. Of course they gave me a proper education. I had to be well rounded in every aspect. Trained to be covert operative that can blend into the surrounding but also ensnare somebody into a trap.”

The grip on her arms tighten the more in depth she got relieving the many terrible memories she had. “It wasn’t a life I chose just like Aang but in one way or another we have to live with it.”

The air between the two was still heavy but now they at least had a better understanding of each other. For Akira it was somewhat of a relief in a way to talk about her past with someone other than Alexie.

“So how did you escape from the ten rings?”

“Now that’s gonna have to wait till another time, and maybe you’re right, maybe I do need therapy.”

“Yeah next time I’m going to have to charge you for the next session.”

“Go ahead, put it on my tab”

“You don’t have a tab.”

“Then start one.”

.・。.・゜ ☾ ・.・ ⎊ ・゜・。..・。.・゜ ⎊ ・.・ ☽ ・゜・。.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 3 years

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Second coming...

[Nagoya City University Hospital, 8am]

Marin. Wake up. We’ve arrived.

Zzz...

Oh! Great. Let’s do this! (ง’̀-‘́)ง

Fired up I see. Good.

Come on, I’ve gotta get my groove on. We should go.

Everyone just slow down. Remember Tsuchiya said we wouldn’t have any enemies here.

I wouldn’t be so sure of that Ayumu.

Huh? Why not?

The radar Tsuchiya lent me is detecting incoming armored vehicles. They appear to be Future Foundation.

Damn! Hinata must’ve already found us...

Let’s go, come on!

Oh, so NOW we’re rushing.

No. We’re gonna go at a pace. Remember Kego, you stay here and look after the vehicle. There’s a chance we’re gonna need a clean getaway. Mitsunari, you stay here too and talk us through where we need to go.

You can count on us.

*Meanwhile, Hajime and his soldiers gather outside of the Hospital.

We’ve received confirmation that the city has already been evacuated by the time that we arrived here, just so you know.

...Was that Fujimori’s doing?

He did say he didn’t want anyone getting hurt. I guess he figured someone or other might show up and a fight would ensue.

It seems to be very few of them actually here. I count a total of 6 people on the scanner. 3 of them seem to be Fujimori, Todoroki and Itsuki. I can’t figure out who the other three are.

Alright...I’ll take the soldiers and infiltrate the building.

Peko? Fuyuhiko? Mind coming with me?

Not at all.

Sure.

Nagito and Mahiru, you stay outside in case things go south and they want to make a clean getaway.

Alright sir.

...There it is!

*Inside the Hospital, Ayumu and his friends find the machine they’re looking for.

Here’s the briefcase.

Great. Take the tubes out and put them in the machine.

Um...remind Big Sis what this doohicky does again? Poka Poka~ (゜-゜)

It’s gonna mix the DNA from the vials and add some ingredients to it.

Which is gonna make it digestible, and then...Let us have the same thing that Ayumu did.

I’m still not sure how to feel about the fact you used yourself as bait for the experiment before.

It turned out pretty well I think...I didn’t die, right?

I didn’t want to sacrifice any of you guys is all.

That’s very chivalrous.

*All of a sudden, sounds of approaching marching footsteps sound out from below.

Kego over radio: Ayumu, they’re in with you.

How many?

Kego: Too many! They probably want to make sure they can get you!

How long do we have until that finishes?

About 5 minutes.

Isn’t that too long a time? ☉_☉

You don’t need to worry. I’ll hold those goons off for as song as I can.

Aruma. I’ll come with you.

Be careful you two, we’re severely outnumber-

AAAH!

*Ayumu suddenly clutches his head and falls to the floor!

Ayumu-kun!＼( °□° )／

Kego: What’s going on!?

Ayumu’s having another migraine! And it looks bad this time!

GRGH! NGGGH! I-I’m ok! Just start the machine! AAAH!

This is bad. It’s different this time...

No...No, I’m fine! Just finish the mission! That’s what matters most!

Tch...

Marin, make sure that machine keeps up what it’s doing. And keep an eye on Ayumu!

Roger that! Poka Poka~ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ

*Mikoto and Aruma rush off to fend off the soldiers while Marin forces a writhing Ayumu down onto a nearby hospital bed.

Good thing we’re in a hospital. I’m sure I can find you some painkillers...(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

*Meanwhile, Hajime, Peko and Fuyuhiko all begin to make their way up.

Where’s Fujimori and his group?

Mahiru: Two floors above you. But...watch out! Two people are coming towards you!

Huh?

Sorry...but this is too important...! We can’t let you through!

Heehee...Naughty boys and girls like you need a little punishment to keep them in line~

Itsuki and Todoroki!

Guess we have no choice but to fight...!

Hajime. Don’t let Itsuki hit your pressure points! You’ll go numb if she hits them, and you’ll be knocked out if she hits your neck!

*Fuyuhiko readies a pistol, Peko readies her Bamboo Blade and Hajime takes a fighting stance.

Yeah, I got it...Men! Stay back! Let us handle them!

*CRACK!*

AH!

Fuyuhiko!

A whip!?

*Aruma suddenly produces a whip from her belt and almost cracks Fuyuhiko with it. Hajime sees it coming and narrowly moves him out of the way.

HHRRAAGGH!!

*Hajime stomps the ground and causes a shockwave through the concrete. The tremor approaches the two girls.

Wah-!?

!!?

*Mikoto grabs Aruma and throws her in the air, immediately jumping after her, narrowly avoiding the tremor.

What was that!? How’d he do that!?

Because he’s the Ultimate Hope. He has limitless talents and unbound strength. He could end this fight instantly if he wanted.

H-He could? Then why doesn’t he?

Because I don’t want to hurt you guys! Can we not just talk about this!?

...!

*Mikoto, immediately upon landing, bounds off the wall at Fuyuhiko.

Grgh! *BANG!*

*Fuyuhiko attempts to shoot Mikoto in the air, but she avoids by pushing off the wall. She gets in dangerously close and almost takes out Fuyuhiko’s limbs.

AAAH!

GRGH!

*Hajime however jumps in and takes the attack. His limbs go limp.

UGH!

Hajime!

HOOWAH! *CRACK!*

HOOH!

*Aruma attempts to crack her whip at Hajime, but Peko jumps in the way and catches the whip with her blade.

Hajime. Are you ok?

...Gimme a second. DRGH!

*Hajime clenches his fists and pounds his fists together.

I’m ok.

You’re kidding me, he recovered THAT fast?

I told you already Aruma. We can’t beat this guy.

We just need to hold out until he gets here.

He? You mean...

AAAAH AAAAAAAGGGH!!

C-Calm down Ayumu-kun! It’ll be ok! o_O

We just need to hold out until the Microwave is done! (◔◡◔)

GRGH! I...I know...! I...YAAAGH!

*Ayumu tears off his eyepatch and he rolls on the floor, underneath his bed.

Ayumu-kun! ☉_☉

*Marin rushes over and pushes the bed out of the way and checks on Ayumu. He’s motionless on the floor, face down.

...Ayumu-kun?

Marin...Is the machine finished?

...

*Marin checks the machine.

Yes...It’s done.

Good...Good...

Ayumu-kun? Are you alright?

Marin...I have never felt better...

Does this mean...?

Grab the tubes. We’re going.

*pant!* *pant!*

*Aruma and Mikoto are out of breath. Hajime, Fuyuhiko and Peko prove to be too much of a match together.

Alright...As much as I hate to say it, you two, as well as anyone else who’s associated with this, are under arrest.

You...Future Foundation brats always have to ruin everything! You destroy as many people’s lives as you save!

Yeah, yeah, tell that to the judge...

*Fuyuhiko and Hajime approach the two, who attempt to take a final stand.

...You really think you’re amazing, don’t you Kamukura...

Huh?

What’re you on about now?

You think that just because you’re the strongest being alive, that you can’t be defeated?

Well, here’s some advice for you...

Be it due to time, or other means and methods...

Empires always fall in the end...

I seriously have no clue what you’re-

*CRASH!!!*

AAAAH!

WAAAAH!!

Hajime! Fuyuhiko!

*All of a sudden, the ceiling above them gives way, and the rubble crashes down on top of them. Hajime just barely moves Fuyuhiko back before he’s buried.