#TWO animals jumped out at me on the way home. guy bothered me at my car. and i had to kill a mouse today 😔

[risingsunresistance]

oh shit did i forget to come out on this blog

[leviathxn]

So I have a request for a Miguel fic, if you are willing to do it. 😊🤗

So...Miguel has a family but he hasn't told the other Spiders. One day he has to take his baby to work to look after him for a while. But then, in his office, bang the Spiders and see Miguel with a baby in his arms/or in a baby carrier. Later Miguel's wife comes in the picture too to take the baby in their universe.

OKAY I LOVE MIGUEL WITH A KID SM

So I know people were asking me for a part 2 on my other one so I’m gonna work on it but obviously it’s these requests firsttt

Thank you all so much for the support 💕

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“”Are you infected??”

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You were typically the one to watch the kids, the double trouble twins. Miguel was a busy man, protecting the spider-verse and all, so you would work from home and play with the twins. It wasn’t so bad, of course Miguel felt bad that he couldn’t have as close of a relationship with them but they still very much knew who their daddy was ((and you did too 😳)). But overall it was a good system and you would get to take things slow at home while being a fun mother.

However, every so often there was days you would need to go into work, very rare but still at least a semiannual occurrence. Sometimes you would even take them into work and they would end up bothering coworkers, but most times you were able to get a family member or close friend to watch them but as they’ve gotten older, spider powers started to shine through. Not only was it hard to control them but it would be too revealing.

Obviously nobody knew Miguel was spider-man, but if two twins started to hang on ceilings, people would eventually put two and two together. This meant you couldn’t leave them with family, resulting in Miguel carrying them around in double baby backpacks. One would be on his chest, the other in him back.

Miguel, in typical fashion, stayed in his office. Nobody assumed anything by his yelling, the man was weird, what would be surprising if he was schizo? Although every now and then people would look at each other, it didn’t sound like typical frustration or talking to himself, it was almost a back and forth. They were in no way heavy, but oh my, they were annoying. How did you get a grip on these two? They’re animals. Halfway through the day, the twins got out of the carriers and there was no going back.

“Put that down! Ay- I’m sorry don’t cry- HEY”. Miguel was struggling, because he loved the kids and he felt so bad for yelling but they wouldn’t listen. He thought to himself about the teens. You’d think as they get older they’d be better, but he saw himself comparing them to his 1 year old twins.

Disgusted at the thought, he grabbed them and webbed their hands. They giggled, struggling to get it off. It was a good distraction….. for like 3 minutes, then they were back to running around. He tried playing fetch with the twins but that didn’t go very well. They were just.. confused. Why did he throw the toy the just got. Although he appreciated their thinking skills, he really had no idea what to do. He held both of his kids, they hung from his arms and were climbing around him like a jungle gym.

Completely lost in thought about his children dilemma, the doors to his office opened, and the lovely teen band walked in. What a sight for them to see. Miguel standing completely disheveled and staring into space, a kid on his shoulder grabbing his ear, and another kid gorilla hugging his ((massive)) leg and trying to bite the suit.

Panic bells went off, everybody rushing over to Miguel. Was this an attack, was Miguel okay? Oh my gosh he’s being attacked by alien morphing baby things. As they all got ready to ready for the babies, Miguel jumped back, making sure to grab hold of his kids, and getting defensive.

“What the hell is your guys problem?!!” He shouted, sheltering both of his kids, who were now on high alert and looking fearful.

“Are those Aliena??? What happened to you, what did they do?? Why do you look like that!” Miles replied back to him, pointing his fingers at both babies. “Are you infected??”

Hobie, naturally didn’t look concerned, and stop back. “Mate, they look just like him”

“They bit him and took his DNA!! That’s why he’s protecting him”, Pavitr shouted while getting in an offensive position. Hobie almost lost is as he hurled over. Gwen looked over for a moment, then back to Miguel. “Wait… those are your kids”

“WHAT”. Miles and Pavitr shouted, looking at the very tired Miguel. “By that doesn’t make sense- you’re not- are you married??”. Questions flew right and left, chaos ensued as the babies ran around again. Miguel was done, SO DONE with babysitting the actual babies and now the teens.

Suddenly the door opened again, a very sweaty you running through. “Oh Miggy- I’m sorry I’m late I just got so lost in this place, but I’m here for the twins”. Miguel looked over at you in panic, the teen’s immediately stopped in their tracks. As the kids ran to you, so did the teens…. and what was supposed to be Miguel’s saving grace, ended up in having everybody over for dinner.

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Ahh I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you asked for, I traveled today to see a college and I’m writing this very late so I hope you don’t mind that it’s rushed. I’ll get more writing done this week since I’m on break, I promise!

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[half-oz-eddie]

Billy's been living with the Byers-Hopper family for almost 4 months. He still isn't very receptive to Joyce or Jim's gentler parenting methods, nor does he understand why Will and El keep bugging him to play as if he's some super fun guy to be around.

Jonathan doesn't bother him too much. Sometimes they smoke weed together and run errands together, but they don't exactly hang out and that's fine with Billy.

On Christmas morning, he wasn't expecting much. He thought he'd sit in the corner and watch everyone else open gifts while he was excluded, because that was what he was used to.

But it didn't go that way. Joyce invited Steve over for Hot Chocolate and presents, which, to Billy's surprise, he received many of. Steve bought him a new watch, El made him an ashtray, Will drew a poster for his bedroom, and Joyce and Jim...well, they gave him a big red box with a bow on it.

Billy slowly opened the box, his brows furrowing at the little shaking furball inside.

"A puppy?" He chuckled. "You got me a puppy?"

"He's a rescue from the animal shelter." Joyce smiled. "And you know what? His name's Billy too! It's almost like fate!"

Billy didn't hate dogs, but he didn't really care about having one very much either. "Gotta admit, you're pretty cute, though." He smirked at the puppy. "Guess you're mine, now."

2 days after Billy got little Billy, he caught him chewing on his shoes and he shouted at him.

"No! Don't chew on my shoes! The hell's the matter with you?"

The puppy cowered in a corner, whimpering and Billy sighed, remembering how frightened he was when he would get yelled at.

"Shit. I'm sorry. You're just a puppy, you probably don't know any better." He sighed, kneeling down and reaching out a gentle hand for little Billy. "Look, pup, you can't chew on shoes, alright? Bad." He pointed to the shoe. "Not food. No."

Little Billy cocked his head to the side, then peed on the floor.

"Jesus Christ." He whispered to himself. "Listen. You can't piss on my floor, and you can't chew my stuff, alright? We can't share space like this if you're gonna tear up my stuff." He lifted little Billy and brought him to the newspaper on the floor. "Pee here." He pointed to the wet spot on the floor. "No. Bad. Not for peeing."

Eventually, Little Billy understood to pee on the paper and not on the floor. Billy tried to take him out for walks, but little Billy refused to go outside.

"I don't like leaving the room much either, pup. But you can't be afraid of what's out there, okay? How about I carry you?" Billy offered, putting his arms out for the puppy.

Little Billy jumped into his arms and Billy zipped him up into his jacket. "Let's go."

Billy took little Billy outside and showed him the neighborhood. "That's a tree. You can piss on as many of those as you want. If you pee on it, it's yours. Sounds good, right? And that's a car. I have one of those. I'll let you ride in mine when you stop pissing everywhere, deal? And that's...that's Steve."

"Don't you 2 look cozy?" Steve smiled as he approached.

"Yeah, he was too scared to walk around on his own. He's pretty jumpy. I think he was abused in his old home."

"Probably, yeah."

"I yelled at him this morning and he got scared. Made me feel like shit. I remember getting yelled at like that when I was little. I'm trying to be nicer so I don't scare him."

"That's really sweet of you, babe. You're such a good guy."

"I don't wanna be like him—Y'know...my dad. I wanna be different."

"You are. I don't think Neil would have a puppy tucked into his jacket like a proud father swaddling a baby, would he?"

Billy laughed. "Probably not."

"You two are a perfect match."

"Why's that? Because I was an abused rescue too?"

"Well—No. You're a hero. Little Billy needed a hero too."

Billy smiled. "Let's go back home. I'll get us all some lunch."

[waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle]

Jjk drabbles as things my crush has done to me

Characters: Nanami,Geto,Gojo x reader (civilian university au ig)

Fluff!

Themes: SFW.Dancing!!Acts of service, good and cute things in general , I won’t spill too much to not ruin the story.

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𖤐Gojo <3

There were 2 things that you hated most in the world, the fact that you always wanted to look cute and stairs.

Both of these things were coming back to bite you in the ass right now. You rubbed your heeled boots on the rough ground as you looked up at the 4 flights of stairs that you need to get up to so you could get to class.

You cursed at your vain self for choosing such foot wear, knowing that you had to be at uni the whole day. And if the day couldn’t get any worst, the imposing sun above you started to burn your skin , shining brighter than before.

It was all a mess , the heat , the heavy backpack ,and your soles aching.

As you started to mindlessly complain about the before mentioned pesky problems to your friend and gojo; the tall standing figure looked down at you with a small smile that decorated his scratched face.

He owed his beaten face to the fact that 6 drunks decided to pick a fight with him on his way to the bus stop, he was generally a peaceful guy unless provoked so he just decided to ignore the ordeal ,but one of the drunks got really annoying and started to throw ripped beer cans at him, naturally he wasn’t just gonna tolerate this disrespect ;so he clocked the guy back with the can to his face with all his might.

Fully prepared to fight Gojo had his guard up , but then he noticed all the 6 guys started to pull out pocket daggers he did what was most wise and manly which was to run for the hills.

So to make a long story short home boy was a bit tired and beaten. As you sighed and decided to push through the pain to head up the stairs, he calls your name.

-“If you want I can give you a piggy back ride.”- He suggests as he starts to stretch his arms.

-“Oh don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t want to bother you in your state.”-You said as you returned a shy smile.

-“Don’t worry about it , I’m not as weak as you think.”-He said as he adorns a concerned look on his face.

You look over to your friend who suggested he could carry Gojos backpack as he carried you as his backpack.

-“My backpacks heavy.”- You commented trying to get him to back out.

-“Ok.”

-“You’re serious?.”

-“Dead serious.”

You gave him an untrusting gaze as he turned his back to you and crouched down so you could jump on him.Your backpack was weighing you down so you grabbed on to dear life to his neck in hopes you wouldn’t slide down with every step he took.

-“You’re choking me.”- He grumbles dryly.

All 3 of you bust out in laughter, but mostly your laughter was powered by embarrassment.

He promptly hops to adjust you higher on his back so you both could be more comfortable ,then continues his way up the stairs while making comments on how you feel like a monkey.

Geto <3

Time passed slowly as you and your friend group wait for the next class.

All of you were at the cafeteria but the only ones awake were Geto and you.

To make time pass by faster you decided to tune in on a soccer game he was watching, promptly you became entertained and as soon as he noticed the smallest bit of interest in your eyes ;he started to explain all the plays in the game.

-“If I’m not mistaken, isn’t that guy lewandowski?”-You called out as you pointed to a player on his phone screen.

-“You’re correct, im surprised a geek like you would know a thing or two about soccer.” - He blurted out in a teasing tone as he passed a hand through his long black hair.He always found a thing to tease you about, today it was your guilty pleasure: watching anime.

-“Fuck off, I don’t sit around and watch anime all day. I do productive things, unlike others”-You retorted as you gave him the side eye.-“I’m not totally ignorant, I know some basics.”

He giggled at you as he placed his hand on his cheek so he could lean on the table while looking at you.

-“I don’t believe a word you’re saying, you probably heard him on blue lock or some shit. Time to touch some grass weirdo. Aren’t you embarrassed?.”- He chuckled out with an accusing tone in his brassed tone.

Tired of his shit, you raised your palm to smack him on the head, knowing there was no way you could exit this conversation with a drop of patience left in you.

To your surprise (not) he nonchalantly grabbed your wrist before you could hit him, getting progressively more annoyed you swung your other hand to smack him which he also swiftly catched.He looked at you through his smug black eyes as he watched you struggle to be set loose under his grasp.

Irritated, you started to push your still captive wrist to him in hopes he looses balance and hopefully cracks his skull on the floor or something.

But before you knew it he resisted your attempts with a cocky grin letting you know that your strength didn’t hold a candle to his and that you two could pass the whole afternoon in this playful exchange.

As soon as you hit him with a death glare ,he shut his eyes and laughed as he let go of your wrist.

-“I’m sorry , i didn’t mean anything I said, I’m not being rude,I’m just playing with ya. You just look so cute while your angry, teasing you is inevitable.”-He concludes as he ruffles your hair.”-

Nanami <3

It was Friday night and your parents were out of town , so inviting your friends and drinking cheap whisky with loud music was inevitable.

You found yourself in the kitchen whipping up a cocktail for your friend so he could pass the whisky down easier, while the quiet nanami in front of you gulped down the whiskey pure as if it was water , his Adam’s apples bobbed as he gulped.You we’re entranced by his jawline as he finishes drinking maintaining the most neutral expression.

Ngl it was doing something to you , there was nothing more attractive than a man who could hold his liquor while maintaining a calm conversation.

Soon came your other friend bursting through the kitchen door to chug down the cocktail you just prepared.

-“Do you guys know how to dance, I really want to dance right now.”- yelled out your friend as he started to tune the music up.

So the two of you got up and danced by yourself respectively to the beat of the different genres of music that played.In the meanwhile Nanami sat down and crossed his thick arms as he watched you two make a fool of yourself.

Soon a romantic Latin slow song started playing, truth be told you loved to dance but none of your ex knew how to so you just resigned and learned how to dance by yourself.

As the liquor discarded any embarrassment you may experience, you only focused on the tempo , careful of the moment you marked a step with your hip, the music inebriated your ears and your hips moved to the careful notes of the song. You hugged yourself so you’d have something to do with your arms as you stepped side to side.

You look over to your friend who’s sitting down while extending your arms to them with the hopes they’d maybe considering dancing with you , they just politely decline stating they don’t know how to dance this type of music.

Your eyes glance over to nanami, jokingly making

a :( face at him to then continue dancing by yourself with closed eyelids.

Soon you were once again lost in the beautiful guitar notes until you felt a breeze pass you.

You opened you eyes to see nanami in front of you with both his hands extended to you as a clear invitation to dance.

You have never seen nanami do anything even remotely close to dancing so this comes as a big shock to you.

As you accept his invitation to dance by holding his big, rough hands , you asume you’ll dance at a holy safe distance but to your surprise he finds a way to sneak his legs between yours as he pulls you close by snaking his hands around your waist, your eyes open in awe, since you now understand he means business by dancing the traditional way.

You decided to follow your instincts by wrapping your hands at the base of his neck ( not in a choking way). You rest your head on his shoulder and you let your senses be hypnotized by his cologne.

You feel his hips move like you would your own and your steps start to sync with his. You nervously look around looking for a sign of discomfort due to the proximity of your bodies, but all he seems to care about is holding you close and dancing the night away..

💿

Context: I think this guy is kinda cute but I’m not invested emotionally to care too much about him and I also think that he’s playing me or he’s just super friendly but I hope you guys enjoy the short stories , I was as truthful as possible except where I describe the guys feelings cause idk what he was think at the moment tbh. But what do you guys think , do you think he may have feelings for me?

A/n: I’ve created these short drabbles in the meanwhile I write the new chapter for the gojo fanfic. Thank u guys so much for your patience love you ♥️ Not spell checked btw I’ll do it tomorrow.

[pastelsnowcat]

Three is a charm, two is not the same pt. 11

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Hello!! Second part of my first series/smut/ Drabble lmao, hope you guys enjoy <3

Minors, do not interact or I will chase you like a dog with rabies :) The blog is an adult space

Pairing: Yuki x Shoko x fem!reader

Second part so hopefully you read the first part and got the gist of it. Filthy, lesbian smut :) established polyamorous, lesbian relationship. Semi-public sex, masturbation

11.35pm

11.36pm

11.37pm

Time kept passing, and neither Shoko or Yuki were home yet- and you were bored. At this point in time you moved to your shared bedroom and were now laying in bed after stripping your shorts, now only wearing Yuki’s shirt- which was too big for you- and the black panties you stole from Shoko like a naughty puppy.

Thinking about Yuki got you all hot and bothered- but without at least one of your girls, you had to take the matter into your own hands.

Your hand creeps down your body, tactically moving underneath the black underwear and ghosting over your heated core. It reminds you of the way Shoko always touches you, calculated moves drawing out small gasps and whimpers as she never interrupts the intense eye contact.

With a defeated sigh you pull out your phone and set it up on the nightstand next to you. The first time you weren’t quite so successful and it slipped and dropped, but the second time it didn’t- the camera now capturing a perfect view of your body as you settled back into position.

“Really miss you two.. think you’d hurry ‘nd come home..” you admit to the camera but directing your request towards your pretty girlfriends, your plead followed by a soft sigh as you moved your hand down your panties again.

Once more, your mind starts to wander but focusing on her this time.

Shoko. Shoko. Shoko.

A chant racing through your head, causing you to tremble, to moan at the imaginary touch of your favorite doctor. Whereas Yuki is more energetic, fucks you like she hasn’t touched a woman in years- Shoko is a lot more calculated in her movements.

Memories of the broody brunette flood your mind and vivid images of her leaning against that wooden desk of hers, in her office, cause you to jump slightly as your fingertips barely graze your throbbing clit, a string of your arousal clinging onto them.

And you remember vividly.

Her, you, in her office late at night. You came to visit her during her night shift, and you two were all alone.

“Hmmm.. keep your legs open for me, can you do that?” She murmurs against your dripping cunt, lapping at your heated middle like a starving animal with expert fingers slowly pumping into you, scissoring you wide open for her.

Shoko knew exactly how to drive you mad, how to lick and suckle at your clit while her fingers worked into you ever so gently, her trimmed nails carefully dragging along your warm, wet walls.

“Shoko, Sho.. please-..” you begged quietly, pushing your hips further towards her soft lips and shaking underneath her touch.

Yuki might push you physically, pulling and twisting you into all kinds of positions and overstimulation your body and cunt for hours, using her strong hands and quick tongue and her favorite strap, but Shoko…

Shoko tortures you mentally, making you beg and plead and pray for her like she’s god herself. Your doctor wouldn’t spank you like Yuki would, no, but she will make you cry pretty tears until she would finally allow you to touch her already whenever you dared to disobey her, after she had touched herself so sinfully in front of you with your hands tied behind your back. Pushing her delicate fingers in- and out of her own, soaked cunt, never breaking eye contact with you.

Shoko could make you cum with her eyes alone, her intimidating gaze drilling into you much like her fingers and her beautiful dark, sleepy eyes never leaving the masterpiece that your body is- a sculpture in desperate need of polishing.

“Tsk Tsk..” she coos, her voice low and sultry and toxic. “So impatient.. needy lil’ thing, hm?”

Her tongue licks a strip up your core, before disappearing entirely into your clenching cunt alongside her fingers, watching you closely and registering every single twitch and shudder of your muscles, the way your soft skin twisted underneath her and how your breath was shallow and fast.

Shoko is a smoker, and a drinker. One could say she’s an addict to nicotine and alcohol- if only they knew her real fixation, cigarettes and booze and any other substance she has ever ingested paling in comparison to you. Even the craving of a cigarette after a hard day, or the warm embrace of whiskey in the evenings couldn’t ever compete with your sweet taste.

The only sweet thing Shoko enjoys, and simultaneously the reason why the doctor can’t stand any other sweet things- you’re more than enough for her tastebuds. Your arousal would cling onto Shoko’s tongue, stick at her teeth like chewy caramel, coating her entire mouth (and even her chin, so messy) with that delicious liquid she seeks.

Even Winnie the Pooh himself ain’t got shit on her when it comes to your honey.

“Why don’t you ask again, mh? For me, sweet girl..” she asks huskily, her cheek now resting against your thigh as she never halted the movement of her digits, massaging and rubbing your sweet spot.

“Fuck- please Sho-“ you ask, voice high and airy and so desperate. Desperate for the older woman.

“Watch your mouth, pretty” Shoko warns, her eyebrow twitching slightly at your use of cuss words. She doesn’t approve if you do, convinced you’re far too refined, too good for such expressions.

You’re her good girl after all, her sweet little girlfriend, her favorite trophy. Shoko never wasted a single thought about buying you pretty things or treating you to your favorite lunch. You deserve to be spoiled after all, don’t you? And when Yuki is just a little too rough on your body, fucking into you just a little too unhinged, Shoko would be right there to treat your little bruises and blemishes. It’s a deadly combination, but it just fits so perfectly- Yuki is a fighter, the heavy hitter. But Shoko is a healer in every way, and she’ll always put you back together just for Yuki to break you down entirely, and the circle would repeat itself. Again, and again.

“‘M sorry, sorry Sho, please- please, I’m begging you!” You cry out, hoping Shoko will notice the apologetic tone in your voice. With your favorite blonde you weren’t afraid to be bratty, you would push her buttons and see just how far you can extend your limits, but you want to be good for Shoko. You need to be good for Shoko.

With a simple nod, Shoko dove right back into your cunt. Her wrist is now picking up the pace and her tongue circles your clit with experience, gaze fixated on you like a lion stalking its prey. With every passing moment, the tension crackling and almost igniting in her office at Jujutsu tech, you got closer and closer to your climax.

And looking down was a mistake.

A mistake which catapulted you directly into your orgasm, too fast, too sudden to realize what was happening.

Shoko’s cheeks were flushed red, her pupils blown wide and making her eyes appear even darker than usual. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and the tip of her nose glistening underneath the dim lighting after it kept rubbing against your cunt, occasionally brushing your clit. It’s rare, a luxury, to see the brunette so heated about something. And her nonchalant demeanor nowhere to be seen- if Shoko is passionate about even just one thing, it’s to make you feel good, to show you how you deserve to be treated. And now she isn’t as put together as she usually is either, her lab coat hanging loosely off her shoulders and a droplet of her salvia- venom, according to your opinion, one that will drive you mad seeking more- running down the corner of her mouth.

And it’s unsure who’s more obsessed with whom- if you adore Shoko more, or if she’s more mesmerized by you. When you first met the intimidating doctor, well respected by her peers and a valuable asset to the sorcerer’s world, your breath got caught in your throat. She might not seem that way at first glance, but she’s a force to be reckoned with.

Like a panther she circled you, stalked you until she caught you between her claws with the intention of never letting you go again. And you’re more than willing to let her eat you alive, savor your flesh between her teeth and drink your blood if she had asked you to allow her.

“You’re okay, sweet girl.. cum for me, be good and I might just give you a treat” she reassures and commands with the same words, curling her fingers in a way she knew would heighten the pleasure of your ongoing climax, one that crashed over you and threatened to drown you.

You don’t mind drowning though, do you?

Not if it’s Shoko who’s pulling you under to take your breath away, to surround you entirely until there’s nothing but her. Shoko is your Narcissus, and you’re happy with drowning as long as it meant you could keep looking at her, keep existing within her enchanting presence as it is truly a privilege to be loved by her.

Second part y’all, third part will be up soon (hopefully) :> I’m so in love with Shoko oh my god. Anyways please let me know what you think about the use of my color usage and the format overall 🙏 still trying to figure it all out:)

This part is dedicated to @nanam0-0n , the biggest Shoko Simp I know except for me 😔

[haihaihaitani]

Don't Be Scared ~ *Rindou Haitani*

Summary: It seems Rindou’s colleagues don’t respect you as they go out of their way to make you miserable. But you would never tell Rin this. You’re stronger than that, right?

Pairing: Rindou Haitani X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Drabble

Word Count: 686

Warning: swearing, anxiety attack, insecurities. Rindou being OOC (but I need him to be this way), hating the nickname baby (seriously I could rant about how much I hate being called this, but I think I summed it up pretty well in this)

Masterlist

A/N: I wrote this as a sort of therapy piece. Two things mentioned in this story are insecurities of mine. And sometimes I just imagine a lovely anime boy telling me he’s going to protect me. So yeah. Very self-indulgent. 

A/N 2: Also my dad had piranhas. That’s why they’re here.

You were officially having the worst day ever. Currently, you were curled up in the far corner of your husband’s office, behind his couch. You were squeezed into a tight ball, shaking and crying like a child. All because you were embarrassed in front of your husband’s coworkers.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember who it was who did it and you frankly didn’t care. You could still remember what he did clearly, even though it happened over an hour ago. You don’t think you were ever going to forget.

You were on your way to your husband’s office with some important paperwork when some guy jumped out and scared you. You hated jumpscares because you always felt stupid afterwards. However, after he jumped out, you tripped over your own feet and fell on your ass.

While you were trying to fight back your heavy breathing and tears, the guy laughed and said, “Ha! Gotcha, you whore.”

You were frozen.

A whore? Is that what these people thought of you? You thought…

You shook your head. It didn’t matter what you thought anymore. What mattered is that no one here respected you. Maybe your own husband didn’t respect you like you thought. You just wanted to disappear and believe none of this ever happened. That when you close your eyes, count to three, and open them, you’d be home again.

The door to the office opened. You heard Rindou call out to you, “Baby? Are you here? Ran said he saw you run in here.”

Baby. You were right. Your own husband didn’t even respect you to see you as anything more than a child. Were you being dramatic? Sure. But you still felt justified in being a little extreme considering the humiliation you were subjected to.

“Babe?” Rindou’s voice was much closer to you now and you felt his shoulder brush against yours. You squeezed yourself into a tighter ball to get away from him. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Go away.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me. Something is bothering you and I will do whatever I can to make it right.”

“No! It’s embarrassing and I just want to crawl into a hole and die!”

You weakly struggled against him when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. “Love, please. Let me help you.”

Taking a few breaths to try and calm yourself, you told him. You recounted the mortifying ordeal with the jumpscare and how he called you a whore. You then let your insecurities spill, how you were so stupid that you could handle a bloody massacre but couldn’t watch a horror movie. You mentioned that you didn’t think anyone respected you, much less like you and you wished you weren’t so dramatic, but explained that these were the thoughts and feelings you were having.

When you were done, Rindou didn’t say anything for a long time. You were about to ask him to say something when he whispered, “I’ll kill him.”

“What?”

“I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll gut him like a fish and feed him to your piranhas for making you feel this way.” He snapped, his voice cold and deadly.

You shook your head and burrowed yourself into his chest. “Don’t do that. You’ll make yourself work more for something those fish won’t eat.”

He gave a slight chuckle but pulled you in closer. “I’m glad you’re making jokes but I’m furious someone would make you doubt yourself like that. You are not a baby and you are not a whore. I love you so much, I married you. If you want, I’ll stop calling you baby. I call you whatever you want. But you have to know that I have never thought less of you and I never will. You are the love of my life and I will never, ever stop loving you, okay?”

You nodded. “Can we go home?”

Rindou kissed the top of your head. “Of course, my love. Right after I call Ran, okay? I have to order a hit.”

“Tell him to be slow and painful.”

“Anything for you.”

[dadsbongos]

self-indulgent blurb of eddie meeting hopper

812 words Summary - you bring Eddie home to meet your adoptive father, Sheriff Jim Hopper. Warnings - none? it's just very short ~~~

Hopper likes Eddie. Sort of.

 He likes Eddie enough to ignore the “reports” of him being a Satanist and not really bothering with investigations on the poor boy for animal sacrifices. He knows that Eddie isn’t anything like what people say he is. Hell, the only thing Eddie’s ever actually been arrested for was vandalism and that was just to scare him onto the straight and narrow in middle school (it entirely backfired because the weirdo ended up begging to take the handcuffs home to show his friends, not that Jim said no). He thinks Eddie’s a nice guy - a massive idiot with a couple speeding tickets, definitely, but a good guy nonetheless.

Yes, Hopper likes Eddie enough to be civil with him. But enough to let his adopted daughter date the kid?

Hell no.

But he loves you and he wants you to be happy, so he sits at the table for dinner anyway. 

“You’ll like him,” you try. Earnest in a way that he hates to admit he finds endearing.

“He’s ten minutes late,” Hopper stares down at the table.

“He’s got a lot of things to take care of,” you don’t exactly mention the fact that those things are usually selling drugs, but the point stands.

“So many things that he can’t bother being here to meet his girlfriend’s dad?”

Even though he isn’t looking at you, he can feel the pointed stare you give - so he huffs and drops the snide tone. Just for your sake. 

“Promise me you’ll give him a chance,” you tilt your head, smiling slightly - optimistically - “Please.”

“Fine,” Hopper leans back in his seat, “Fine.”

There’s a knock at the door and you stand, “There’s the man of the hour. Now play nice.”

Hopper isn’t worried about you dating, or even Eleven dating, for that fact. It’s just that the people you two choose to date piss him off. 

And that is - to his surprise - challenged when Eddie walks through the door. He’s holding a wind-rustled, loose bouquet of flowers he clearly picked off the side of the road. But he holds them with all the care he would treat the finest roses to. It’s bizarrely sincere, in a way he usually doesn’t see from your suitors.

Eddie grins - big and stupid - with excited bambi eyes, holding out the lackluster flower clump, “I brought these for you.”

Hopper pushes back from his chair with a loud squeaky scratch and watches the way Eddie shakes under his cold-eyed gaze. It’s so very subtle. And he’s still trying to smile.

“Are you going to take the flowers?” you prod and Eddie extends his arm further, almost mechanically. 

Hopper does take the flowers, nods slowly to himself and only grins when his back is turned to the both of you.

Alright, maybe Eddie can have a chance. He hasn’t really met the kid anyway.

“Is that…?” Eddie’s eyes narrow at your father’s back, then his gaze turns to you, “Is that good?”

You look over at your dad, running a thumb over the petal of a daisy before he puts the bundle into a vase. He treats them kindly, with a tenderness you haven’t seen him give anything other than gifts and trinkets from you and Eleven. There’s the faintest hint of a smile and you reach down to squeeze Eddie’s hand before leading him to the dining table.

“That’s really good actually,” you kiss Eddie’s cheek and watch his skin light up red at the contact, “He might not even kill you.”

“Better than what I usually hear about sheriffs and dating their daughter,” he shrugs, turning his head to kiss your lips enthusiastically. The two of you are broken apart by the sound of your father loudly pulling his chair out from the table. Eddie jumps slightly and it’s so strange to see your boyfriend so tense, “She started it, sir.”

“Wow,” you glare at him lightheartedly.

“Don’t care who started it, I’m ending it,” Hopper crosses his arms, continuing to enjoy the way Eddie is clearly terrified of the association between Jim Hopper and guns, “And call me sheriff under my roof.”

“Dad,” you stare at him, gobsmacked, “enough.”

“Fine, you can call me sir.”

“I thought you said I was doing well,” Eddie whispers harshly in your ear.

But, of course, Eddie is Eddie and Eddie is a bad whisperer. Hopper definitely overhears, and he definitely has to use his glass to cover the way a grin comes to his lips.

“Believe it or not, this is relatively well for him,” you frown at the way he blanches, “Sorry you’re stuck with dating a cop’s daughter, baby.”

“Not stuck,” he’s trying to be quiet, but Hopper can still hear (and sure, maybe it gets him a few brownie points, what he says next), “I’m never stuck when I’m with you, sweetheart.”

Gross, though.

[jerzwriter]

A New Chapter

Book: Open Heart (Book 2)

Characters: Tobias Carrick, Casey MacTavish (F!MC)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Very minor talk of hospitals, serious illness

Words: 1,500

Summary: They met. They fell hard. He screwed it up. But when a crisis hit, he rose to the occasion; but where does that leave them? When the doctor goes to visit his patient, he finds out.

A/N: This is technically the first part of the "From Here to There" anthology I'm working on to bridge how Tobias & Casey went from broken up to friends to so much more. I've told you guys the future, but I've never shown you how. This is me fixing that. :)

Tobias shifted uncomfortably, mumbling something about the chairs being far more comfortable at Kenmore. He arrived at Edenbrook a little over an hour via the staff entrance. And why wouldn’t he? He wasn’t a visitor but a doctor there in an official capacity. At least that’s what he told himself and anyone else, regardless of whether they asked. Just checking in on a patient he helped save two days before. The excuse was so flimsy he didn’t even believe it himself. And if the stuffed animal under his arm didn’t give him away, the fact that he had no interest in seeing Raf, the other person he helped save two days ago, made Tobias’s intentions pretty clear.  

A couple of nurses stopped in, Ethan and Sienna, too. All offered to tell Casey he passed by and, in their own way, encouraged him to go home and rest. But his schedule was clear, and his mind made. He was staying until she woke. As the clock ticked away, he wondered if this was selfish. Sure, they shared some kind words during that dreadful ordeal, and she had thanked him profusely after an antidote was found. Still, given their history, he knew he might be the last person she wanted to see. 

That’s why he stayed away until now. Casey had family and friends who had far more right to be at her side. He’d only be in her way. A reminder of things she’d rather forget. Perhaps she’d even blame him for everything that occurred. Heaven knows he did as he lay awake in bed since the night of the attack. But after two days, he couldn’t stay away any longer. This woman had consumed his mind and soul from the day they met. Bewitched, that’s what he thought it was; no one ever had that effect on him before. But with everything he was forced to face this week, he had to admit it to himself. His mind and soul weren’t the only things she had stolen. She also had his heart.

Still, he was there without expectations. He only wanted to talk to her, to reassure himself that she was all right. If she woke up and ordered him out, he promised himself he’d leave without incident and never bother her again. But how he hoped it wouldn’t go that way.

He sat at attention, perched on the end of that damn chair, when Casey began to stir. That’s when it dawned on him... he had no idea what he was going to say. So he waited patiently until she opened her eyes. 

“To.. Tobias?” she asked groggily, flinching with discomfort as she tried to sit up.

“Yes,” he jumped to his feet. “Don’t get up; you can stay lying down.”  

“No,” she insisted. “I want to sit up for a bit... I didn’t fight to stay alive to lay on my back and sleep all day.”

He helped adjust her bed into an upright position and got an extra pillow from the closet to help support her head.

“There,” she sighed with relief. “That’s perfect.”

“How are you feeling? I looked over your chart... are you still getting headaches?”

“It’s never gone away, but it’s getting better every day.”

“Good,” he replied nervously. “I.. I also looked at your bloodwork. It’s unbelievable, really... better than any of us anticipated....”

“I know. They may even kick me out of this joint tomorrow.”

“How do you feel about that?”

She shrugged her shoulders, face devoid of expression. “I don’t know. But if I say I’m not ready, Ethan will move heaven and earth to make sure I stay.”

He knew it was foolish to feel a twinge of jealousy when Casey said Ethan’s name. He was in her past as much as Tobias himself. And the two rivals had buried the hatchet the other night. But Tobias knew he might not be the only fool who had come to his senses when faced with the prospect of losing her. Perhaps they...

“So he’s taking good care of you, then?” The words escaped without permission.

“He is. Him and everyone else. It’s amazing, but if you nearly die, suddenly everyone gives you the royal treatment,” she half smiled. “Is that why you’re here, too?”

“No..” he stuttered. “I..uh.. uh... I came to check on you... you know, in a medical capacity, because...” he stopped when he caught her grinning at him. “What?”

“Do you always carry a neon dinosaur under your arm when you’re visiting patients... in a professional capacity?”

He was caught.

“Sure,” he smirked. “It’s kind of my thing. I’m known for it.”

He pulled his chair slightly closer and handed the stuffed animal to Casey.

“But, I think he’s a little offended because he’s a rhinoceros, not a dinosaur.”

“A rhinoceros?” she chuckled.

“Yeah, the Edenbrook gift shop is seriously lacking. I was hoping for something cuter... but my choices were the rhino or a stingray... I thought the rhino was better, given my options.”

“Well, I think he’s plenty cute,” Casey replied as she played with her gift. “I’ve always wanted a neon purple rhinoceros.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really,” she grinned with a tiny wince. “It’s been on my Christmas list for years.”

“Well, maybe Santa dropped a clue. We’re tight, you know.”

“Of course you are! He has to consult with you to see who’s been naughty in the greater Boston area. At least that’s the rumor.”

“Yeah,” Tobias replied, his enthusiasm diminished. “That is what most people think of me.”

Casey was about to reply when a nurse entered the room. After taking her vitals, she asked if she’d like assistance taking a shower.

“Oh, I would love that!” Casey enthused. “Could you come back in maybe fifteen minutes?”

“Of course,” the nurse smiled, flashing Tobias a sharp look. He looked down at the floor, wondering how much his reputation preceded him.

“Well, I won’t keep you,” he mumbled. “But, since the rhino blew my cover... I didn’t come here professionally.”

“No kidding?” Casey smirked.

“I just... I needed to see you were doing better with my own eyes. And I wanted to tell you again how sorry I am for everything. So, I really appreciate that you didn’t call security the second you opened your eyes.”

“Well, that would be mighty rude of me, considering Raf and I might not be here right now if not for you.”

Tobias smiled tenderly and quickly fought the visceral reflex to take her hand in his.

“I would have helped anyone, Casey. But I worked extra hard because it was you.”

Casey looked down at the rhinoceros sitting on her lap, anxiously twirling his purple fur between her fingers. Tobias spoke quickly in an attempt to put her at ease.

“Now, don’t feel like you’re obligated. I know you didn’t exactly want me around before this all happened, and, well... I know that may not have changed. I just want you to know I’m happy you’re doing better... I'm so happy you're here. I’m going to head out, but if you ever want to report anyone to Santa, you know who to call.”

“Tobias, wait...” Casey called after him, patting a spot beside her on the bed. “That sounded like a goodbye, and after all I’ve been through the past couple of days, I realize just how much I don’t want any more of those. I’m not saying you and I... that we...” she motioned between them, unsure of exactly what to say.

“Casey,” Tobias smiled. “I never expected that we’d...” he said, copying her actions.

“I’m not in a place to deal with anything like that... not with you or anyone else. But I wouldn’t mind if you checked in on me every now and then. And if it’s OK with you, maybe I could bug you sometimes.”

“You would never bug me.”

“I’ll remind you of that,” she grinned.

“Casey MacTavish, are we becoming friends?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, taking his hand. “I guess we are.”

“I like that,” he whispered. “So as your newest friend... remember, I’m a phone call away if you need me. Even if it’s just to help name your new purple rhino.”

“Well, I’m sure I’ll need help with that. Thank you, Tobias, for everything.”

“You got it, kid,” he smiled, exiting her room as the nurse returned.

Thoughts raced in his mind as he approached the elevator; still, he hadn’t felt this at peace in some time. Casey MacTavish was now his friend. Although she meant much more to him, he had no illusions... But she didn’t toss him away; he’d still get to care for her, to hear her laugh, and his name would be on her lips without a curse preceding it. Casey was his friend. The elevator door opened, and he stepped inside with a smile. Life doesn’t always have perfect endings, but sometimes, they're good enough. And right now, he was grateful for the new chapter that was beginning.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics @choicesmonthlychallenge - National Friendship Day - let's go with that :)

[ayyyez]

In honor of the books I picked up today that I ordered a week ago (finally got more kimi ni todoke!!), what series of manga can you see some of our haikyuu favs reading? Or if not manga what kinds of books can you see them reading, YA, thriller, mystery, etc. Feel free to pick whomever you want for hcs, I humbly ask for Tanaka thou <3

A/N: Look at you getting two answered in one day, it's like you own my ask box at this point bestie lmao but yes I have so many vibes for this one, okay <3

TAGS: manga/reading headcanons, fluff, general

CHARACTERS: Tendou Satori, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Kenma Kozume, honourable mentions at the end

TENDOU SATORI

Okay so we know he used to collect shonen jump magazine when it was around in a physical form. I say he was a subscription owner who would get each issue.

He strikes me as the kind of guy who likes collecting things. Especially artsy types things like his movies. Especially in physical form so his shonen jumps are no different.

He's a constant but casual reader in terms of what he keeps up with in terms of series.

By that I mean he's not like 'OMG I NEED TO READ ALL OF ONE PIECE I'LL BE SO UPSET IF I MISS ONE CHAPTER.' Absolutley not. He's a casual One Piece fan. I know it seems like they don't exist because once you're in you're in BUT HE IS.

He enjoys reading it, don't get me wrong, it's just he's not tearing the issue open for the next chapter.

Tendou's an allrounder with his reading. Will try everything in the issue. Really liked The Disastrous Life of Saiki K the year it was published! He just vibed hard with it.

With Shonen Jump, he's collected it forever so he's read all the early 2000's classics like Naruto, Bleach and Death Note. He watches the anime too.

Outside of the shonen jump I feel like the only manga he would go out of his way to purchase and read would be something of the horror vein because he's a horror fan.

The first time he went into a manga store and saw the covers of the Junji Ito works he HAD to know what they were about. Started with one and ended up collecting them all.

Still prefers watching horror and thrillers over reading them. There's just something more satisfying about cinematic terrors BUT he does enjoy his small collection of manga too.

He just over all prefers reading manga to chill out. Which is why his go to is more the popular shonen series.

Tendou is pretty good with recs too! If you handed him a romance and told him it was the best series in the world and he had to read it he would. He doesn't care, you like it so why wouldn't he? It's just not something he would usually pick up for himself.

He's pretty good at recommending things too. If you're unsure he'll just hand you a shonen jump mag and tell you to go nuts. Just don't read the ads like Ushiwaka please, he can't handle another one. lmao.

Hanging out with Tendou as teens reading manga together would honestly be the best lowkey date every. Just vibing in each others company. Probably watching anime together after too.

TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

I see Tanaka as more of a manga reader too over anything lengthy like novels. He just doesn't have the discipline to sit there and read for long periods of time.

This is why studying is so hard for him! He just gets bored! Would rather be doing something where he can move around.

Definitely doesn't mind picking up a manga every now and again though.

Now as for what he reads. Well. Here's the things. He's actually a real softy at heart and a sucker for romance.

How does he discover this? Totally by accident, he swears.

He went in to pick up a couple shonen series and the shonen jump issue (he doesn't have a subscription he just picks it up on occassion) and the cashier accidentally mixed up a shoujo series into the bag that was on the counter on the side.

Tanaka didn't realise until he got home and for some reason he just never bothered returning it. He had paid for it after all. He might as well read it.

The thing is once he did, he couldn't put it down! He had to read another and another. He was hooked. And what was this serious? Well guess what it was also Kimi ni Todoke!

That gets him hooked on Shoujo romances and has him going in buying more series. He buys one for every two shonen series he gets, hiding it under them at the casier mentally telling them 'They're totally for my sister.' as if they can read his mind.

Doesn't get too embarassed if you ask him about it though it's just an awkward flush of the cheeks and 'Yeah, I like them.' Because Tanaka is one to stay true to himself.

Okay but because he reads a lot of it he kind of gets real sappy ideas about romance and dating.

All those ideas about being a gentlemen? Carrying your bad, walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the road, standing in front of you during confrontations? All further reinforced by reading those manga.

Has a cute little blushy face when he reads the confession scenes too. Hopes to be that cool when he confesses on day.

If you like manga he really likes sharing that with you. Going to bookstores together, he vibes on just watching you browse with a content look on your face.

Will buy you anything you want. Even if its a whole stack. Tanaka is slamming those bills down and paying. Anything to make you happy and see that smile on your face.

KENMA KOZUME

Kenma started reading and collecting manga when his parents forced him to have a hobby other than gaming. Something about resting his eyes from screens.

He did already sort of like reading manga anyway. Was into series like the legend of zelda because of the game. Also collects the standard shonen jump series like one piece, hunter x hunter and naruto too.

The thing about Kenma is he started out with the popular stuff and then he branched out and collected a bit of everything the more he read.

He has a bit of everything from each demographic. Has your Sailormoon, Fruits basket and NANA from your shoujo. Josei like Chihayafuru, shonen/seinin like JoJo's bizarre adventure, fullmetal alchemist, AOT, Gintama, Tokyo Ghoul.

As time goes on he'll collect ones like Given, I hear the sunspot and Blue Flag too.

Likes going to art stalls and places he can collect fan djs and art books too. Isn't really big on chit chat but will say a sweet 'I like your work.' Then pays and scurries off with a little happy face.

Like buying work of his favourite games and characters at the same time. Especially at conventions. Hates the crowds but finds this worth it.

Appreciates being able to do these things with you. Bonus if you like doing them too. If you simply go just to be with him he'll just swoon lol.

Back to the manga. He likes the anime adaptions too but doesn't always get a lot of time to watch them. Prefers games after all. If he does though he prefers to watch the anime after he's read the manga.

Loves watching the anime as a way to spend time with you though after you both have read the manga. Loves being able to compare and criticise it together. Just cuddling and vibing.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Reads books/manga: Semi Eita, Kuroo Tetsurou, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Yaku Morisuke

Reads manga: Hinata Shouyou, Atsumu Miya, Kunimi Akira, Hoshiumi Korai, Nishinoya Yuu, Kindaichi Yuutarou

Reads books: Sugawara Koushi, Yachi Hitoka, Oikawa Tooru, Kita Shinsuke

Reads food packaging and social media: Kageyama Tobio, Suna Rintarou, Kiyoko Shimizu

[nonotranslates]

Owen Woodcutter 2022 SR Card - [Here's A Thank-you Gift For You] - Card Story (ft. Riquet), Episode, Home Screen Voice

A.k.a. a story of how Owen became a celebrity who got stalked by his newfound fans (sorry)

====== Card Story: Chapter 1 - Where's the thing you're looking for? ======

(Rustling sounds)

Owen: ……Hm? 

(Squeaking sound)

Owen: What, it’s just a squirrel. Did you need something from me? 

(Rustling sounds)

Riquet: Ah, here you are! I thought I had lost sight of it…… Ah, Owen. 

Owen: Hello, Riquet. Could it be that this squirrel was your prey? Were you planning to roast it whole as your snack or something? 

Riquet: T-That’s not it. I helped this little one out when it was caught between the branches just now. 

Riquet: Then, it suddenly panicked and ran off in a hurry, so I got a little curious……

Riquet: Is this tree over here its home?

Owen: Nope. It says it looked similar so it was mistaken. 

Riquet: ……Speaking of which, you can understand what animals are saying, right? 

Riquet: Um, Owen. Please ask the squirrel if it is having any troubles. Because if there is, I would like to offer my help. 

Owen: Don’t wanna. What a bother.

Riquet: Why? With your powers, we might be able to help this little one out though. 

Owen: What’s the point in helping such a tiny speck of life? 

Owen: Ohh, perhaps were you hoping to pretend to be a goodie two shoes? It sure isn’t easy being O' Great Saviour. 

Riquet: It’s not like I was pretending to be a good person. Even if they’re small animals, we ought to offer them a helping hand if they're feeling troubled. 

Owen: My, is that so. In that case, good luck. 

Riquet: ……That’s enough, I get it already. I will help that squirrel by myself! 

====== Card Story: Chapter 2 - Where's the thing you're looking for? ======

Riquet: Come here, little one. It’s alright now. Because I will be guiding you—

(Squeaking sound)

Riquet: Ah…… Is there something inside that treehole? 

Riquet: ……It seems to have gotten the wrong one. Perhaps it’s this one next to it instead? 

Owen: You're so noisy…… It’s irritating to have people running left and right all around you, you know. 

Riquet: But, this squirrel seems to be busy entering and coming out of all those treeholes…...

Riquet: It’s looking for something after all, right? 

(Squeaking sound)

Owen: Seriously…… What a dolt. If you’re gonna keep searching randomly like that, you’ll never find it even by sunset. 

Owen: ……Here, this way. 

(Squeaking sound)

Riquet: Whoa, it jumped onto Owen’s hand obediently……

Owen: I hate troublesome things. Let’s quickly get this over with. 

(Walking sounds)

—After some time—

Owen: The tree you’re looking for is this one, isn’t it? 

(Squeaking sound)

Riquet: The squirrel went inside the treehole…… Wow, there’s so many nuts here……!

Owen: To even forget where it hid its own nuts at, what a dumb one.

Riquet: I see, so that’s why it was searching for a treehole! 

Riquet: Even though I can’t understand its language, I too can tell that it is delighted. It’s because you helped it solve its troubles, Owen. 

Owen: Haha. There really is no bounds to your naivety, huh. 

Riquet: Huh? 

Owen: I took the trouble of bringing the squirrel all the way here, so I’ll be taking all these nuts with me. 

Riquet: What……?! 

Owen: I should get Nero to make me some cakes with these nuts. The ones with a whole lot of sweet honey on it would be great. 

Owen: For these things to suffice as the price for making use of me, you should be thankful. 

====== Card Episode - The popular person of the forest ======

—In front of the Manor fountain—

Owen: …….

(Sound of footsteps)

Akira: Owen? What are you doing, looking towards the ground like that…?

Cat: Meow…..! 

Akira: Whoa, a kitty…..? 

Owen: ……Oh my, it ran away. I wonder if it’s because of those violent stomps of yours? 

Akira: Ehh!? S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare the cat……

Akira: Could it be that you were talking with it just now? 

Owen: That guy was the one who came up and spoke to me on its own, that’s all. 

Akira: Ah, you can speak to animals, right? The other day, I heard about something from Riquet too. 

Akira: He said that at that forest, you helped out a squirrel who was in trouble. Did you talk with the other animals there as well? 

Owen: ……

Akira: (Huh, what’s wrong? His expression turned grim in just a split second……)

Owen: It was really annoying. It’s just that I can understand what animals are saying, but it’s not like I’m fond of them.  

Owen: That squirrel went around and blabbered on about me to the other animals, you know. Because of that, I got followed around by all kinds of animals.

Akira: (W-Who'd have thought there'd be an animal network……!) 

Akira: You sure had it tough…… 

Owen: I wanted to burn that forest to the ground but I thought, oh well. The nuts that I snatched from the squirrel didn’t taste too bad anyway. 

Owen: Entertaining these creatures from time to time might not be too bad of an idea. Though I will be making them pay an equivalent price for it, of course. 

====== Home Screen Voice ======

Owen: The other day, I saw a child who was crying because his ice cream melted and dropped onto the floor. It was so pitiful. If that child was a wizard, then even if they were inside a scorching magma chamber, they would have been able to savour it down to the very last bite. Being a human is so inconvenient, right?

[hitmanbalor]

Danger

a twilight au

finn balor x f! reader

tw! vampires, werewolves, demons, cussing

below the tree, wolves sneered at the demon. he laughed at the dogs. the black wolf could not reach him and the other two weren't even bothering on jumping up. in a flash he jumped to the top of a mountain leaving the wolves behind.

-

yns smile dropped when she entered emilys home. the usual energetic pack had a gloomy feel and nothing felt usual.

"yn, sit down." sam said. i did as the alpha said and sat down. "we saw a demon. we are unsure of it's whereabouts or what it's doing here. im still unsure of what demons are capable of." he said.

"more patrols?" i asked and he nodded. i sighed. great.

-

after we left emilys, we went on patrol. i quickly shifted and walked besides leah and paul. the two i was closest with. as we were running through the forest i smelt a unrecognizable smell. i stopped and looked up spotting what looked like a man but didn't at the same. he had a headdress on, a kilt, and his demon fixture. i howled and the rest of pack ran back to me. embry began jumping as i looked back up looking the demon right in the eyes. suddenly, it was flashes of what seemed to be me? and the demon? my mind was running at ten miles an hour and i was sure the other wolves already noticed my stunned mindset from the imprinting. suddenly, the wolves backed down and the demon got away.

-

"yn!" paul yelled after me as i ran from the treeline, shifted sitting on the porch steps. soon enough the rest of the pack came and questioned me.

"i imprinted if you didn't catch that." i joked still stunned as my body ached to follow the unknown demon. my body suddenly felt less tense as the pack turned their bodies to look over at the man walking towards us from the trees.

"what are you doing here?" paul began to sneer and i laid a hand on his shoulder and telling him i was fine in the mind link.

"so you will stop chasing me, im here in my human form to propose peace." he led on as he welcomed his hand out only for no one to take it. "look, im harmless. im only harmful when i want."

"what are you?" leah questioned.

"a demon. i shift from a human to my irish demon form. i eat regular food but can live off eating people's souls. i have wizard like powers and the only thing i cant do that wolves can do is run as long and fast." he explained offering sam a smile.

"souls?" embry asked.

"yes, it's like blood for demons and human food is my vegetarian ways. i would rather eat human food. also, animal souls cannot be eaten. it's all confusing." the demon explained. we all nodded at him.

"would you like to come in?" i suddenly asked a warm feeling of confidence coming through my veins.

"i would love too." i stook my hand out for him and he took it, us leaving the rest in the dust.

-

"so, you guys have soulmates? we have imprints. have you met your soulmate?" i asked the demon whose name we learned to be finn as we sat on the porch basking in the nighttime.

"i think i might have." he looked over at me as i rubbed my fingers against his.

"oh." is all i said. "i found my imprint suddenly."

"that's always good." we looked at each other out eyes meeting. the memories began again and i couldn't help but smile at them.

"i imprinted on you." i rushed out and he said nothing. "ill go." i said walking back into the house only for him to grab my hand.

"so, i did find my soulmate." he said before bringing his lips to mine dragging me down to lap.

[searous]

Director Disrespected

writen by: Ash prompt: Main character meets an alley cat that offers them a deal for magical powers

So, strangest thing I've ever seen? Oh, I know just the thing.

• • •

Sundays. I hate Sundays. Most people say they hate Mondays, but nope, I hate Sundays. Why you ask? For some reason, we decided as a society that Sunday is the universal day off which means that everything is closed--that or will be soon.

So anyway, this story starts on a Friday. I was walking home from school. I live in one of those big cities where that's a thing you can actually achieve. Somewhat anyway. Decided that day to take a shortcut I normally don't. There was some construction going on on the route I usually take and I just didn't want all the noise. Slipped in behind some restaurants, some guy was digging in one of the dumpsters for something. I think he said something to me, but I can't be bothered to remember it. Walked a few blocks, taking a couple of turns in order to go in roughly the right direction. The dim and slightly damp city atmosphere was somehow relaxing to me.

The Alleys were quiet. I didn't even notice until this little black cat jumped out a window landing about ten feet in front of me. It just stood there staring at me. I say it was black, but that's not completely right. It was, but it had a white circle around one of its eyes. Its eyes were purple too. I wasn't even paying attention, but something about how off this thing felt pulled my attention. Remember I said it was quiet? Yeah, well, I mean it--no sound, no cars or nothing just pure silence. Creepiest thing I've ever experienced.

I stopped and just stared at it. It must've been only like five seconds or so, but it felt like minutes.

"You're a strange little fella aren't ya?"

The cat turned to me, sat down, and--this isn't a joke--it spoke to me. It said,

"Indeed. More than you know."

Immediately I looked up from the cat, but I didn't see anyone behind it in the alley. Turned around and no one there either.

"Hello?" I called out to whoever just spoke.

It sighed "Right here. Yes, me. You've been staring."

"What?"

"The," it, cleared its throat? "cat. Right in front of you."

"No way."

"Oh if you only knew."

This time when it talked I was watching. It didn't even open its mouth. It's like it was talking to me in my head.

"Well, since you've taken an interest," the cat spoke again.

It jumped up onto a pipe that happened to be about eye level with me. It walked along it until it was right next to me and sat down once again.

"My name is Chaliya. Pleased to meet you." It held out a paw like it was offering a handshake.

I hesitated for a moment, and it seemed to notice.

"Well, go on, I won't scratch you."

Slowly I lifted my hand and shook its paw. It did actually shake back, it wasn't the one sided limp way that animals normally do.

"Wait," I said, "are you a boy or a girl?"

The cat sighed "Of all the questions to ask, that is the first one you think of."

I let go of its paw, and it immediately started licking it. Weird thing too is it kept talking while doing this. It felt like the voice and the cat in front of me were two completely separate things.

"I'm neither," It continued. "but that's not here nor there."

"Are you even a cat?"

"Ah, that's more like it. Of a sort, yes. I am what is known as a Director. But first, I need to ask you something personal." It paused for a moment. "Do you believe in magic?"

"Magic?" I laughed. "Of course not, what?"

"I see. What about religion? God perhaps?"

"Nah, I'm not really into that sorta thing. Thought of there being some big guy controlling everything scares the hell outa me."

"That isn't much an uncommon opinion." It cleared its throat again. "However, what if I told you it was real?"

"I'd say you're full of it."

"Hold out your hand for a moment, please."

I did so. For some reason, I felt like I could trust this thing. Thinking back on this I should've been terrified, but I was calm, maybe calmer than I've ever been. The cat placed its paw on the pads of my middle and ring fingers. It then exhaled slowly, and as it did, a cool mist poured out from its paw surrounding my hand. The mist was thick, thick enough I couldn't see through it. When the cat was done with whatever it did, it retracted its paw.

"Now move your hand."

Again I followed its instructions. When I moved, the mist stayed clinging to my hand. And this is when I started to panic a bit.

"What the-!" I swung my hand around, waving it in a vein attempt to free it from the mist.

"Easy, easy," The cat spoke in a soft almost bored tone. "here."

The cat made a sound like someone blowing out a candle and the mist quickly dissipated like you'd expect mist to do.

"Now that you've seen that magic is real, and what I say is true, what are your thoughts?"

"Uh, cool I guess." As I spoke, I leaned down to scratch my leg.

"Now, what if I told you I could give you that power, and much more? There is a price, of c-"

Finished with my scratching, I straitened and interrupted it. "Eh, nah. I'm not really interested."

"Wait, what?" The cat responded, sounding confused and surprised.

"Yeah, it just ain't my thing." I put my hand back in my pockets, turned and began walking away.

"Hey!" The cat called after me. "Where are you going!?"

"Home. Where do ya think?"

The cat sat there on the pipe staring at me as I walked away. Last thing I heard was it sigh and say "Teenagers these days."

• • •

"So yeah, that's the strangest thing I've ever had happen."

"Kyle," my friend spoke.

"Hmm?"

"You turned down, actual magic?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Why would you do that!? Actual. Magic. Who even are you?"

"Eh," I leaned back in my seat. "Like I said, it's just not my thing."

"I seriously cannot believe you right now."

[wolfverse-stories]

Falling in Reverse

(Reverse robins)

Chapter 7

     Damian walked into the kitchen when something brushed against him, knocking him into the wall.

     "What the?" Damian rubbed his forehead as he watched a blur run circles around his kitchen "West!"

     "Sorry," Wally stood in the doorway panting "I have never ran that fast" Damian's eyes widened 'If that's not Wally then who's running around my kitchen?'

     "Can't you catch him?" Wally shook his head. Damian rolled his eyes 'What good is having a speedster if he can't catch anyone?' He grabbed a bottle of olive oil and poured it on the floor, the speedster slipped on it crashing into the fridge.

     "Ow, totally feeling the mode" the unknown speedster groaned.

     "Okay start talking," Damian said cuffing him to the chair. The kid looked down at his hands. "Don't even bother trying, you can't phase through meta cuffs"

     "I'm Bart Allen" the kid smiled "Grandson of Barry Allen a.k.a. the flash"

     "What? Barry doesn't even have a kid" Wally stared at the younger speedster.

     "Really?" Damian asked suspiciously as he carefully looked over Bart.

     "This is so crash your Damian Wayne!" Bart grinned. "The First Boy Wonder and Nightwing"

     "He knows our secret identities" Damian glared at the younger boy "We need to dispose of him"

     "You're kidding right?" Wally turned to see Damian picking up a sword "Whoa we're not killing anyone" Wally said jumping infront of Bart "How many times do we have to go over this"

     "Wow, this is so crash I read about you in the history books but to think you're actually here in front of me!" Bart stared starry-eyed at both of them. "What's your favorite book? what's your favorite animal? how many animals do you have? Are you guys in the Justice League now? who's the worst villain you've ever faced????" Bart kept talking faster and faster until neither one of them could understand what he was saying.

    "What?" Damian raised an eyebrow "West did you catch any of that?"

     "Only about two-thirds" Wally replied before turning to Bart "How can we really be sure you are related to Barry?"

     "I can do a DNA test," Damian said grabbing a needle out of his silverware drawer.

     "Why on Earth do you keep that in your silverware drawer?" The older speedster asked.

     "In case of intruders," Damian said stabbing Bart in the arm.

     "Ow," Bart flinched "That's so not crash!" Damian just rolled his eyes 'What a wimp'

    "Okay I'll be back in two hours, Wally watch the intruder" Damian waved walking out of the kitchen.

     "Is he always this grumpy?" Bart asked turning to Wally.

     "Actually he's in a pretty good mood" Wally pulled two ice cream bars out of the freezer "I imagine with all that running you probably want something to eat" he offered Bart a bar.

     "Yes!"Bart eagerly grabbed the bar with his free hand.

      "Don't tell Damian I'm still recovering from the last time he caught me stealing ice cream" Wally smiled.

Timeskip

     "Well, his story checks out," Damian said re-entering the room.

     "Oh thank goodness you're back" Wally sighed in relief " This is his third time singing 10000 bottles of beer on the wall and he's halfway through"

     "500 bottles of beer on the wall 500 bottles of beer take one down pass it around and you have-" Wally quickly stuffed a napkin in the younger speedster's mouth.

     "Sing one more word and I'll trap you inside the speed force" Wally snapped. Bart tilted his head looking at Wally.

     "How? You're too slow to enter the speed force" Damian couldn't hold back a small chuckle.

     "Oh really? You never laugh at one of my jokes but that you laugh at" The redhead crossed his arms.

      "I talked to Barry since you're stuck here you'll be living with the dork until you can get back home" Damian pointed to Wally.

     "No way this is going to be so crash" Bart's eyes sparkled with excitement.

     "Hey, you said you wanted a brother" Damian took the cuffs off of Bart.

     "This is so great we get to be roomies" Bart hugged Wally. "Hey we could be a team, Kid Flash and Impulse I already have a costume"

     "Wow, there is actually someone more annoying the you" Damian let a small smile cross his face.

     "Hey!" Wally wined.

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[abbinurmel]

There's a giant flying roach in my apartment...

It's no more obvious to anyone besides me how utterly stupid and unfair it is to have a lifelong crippling phobia of an innocent harmless tiny creature, one that can't even sting me, that doesn't even affect my paranoia when I see it in photos or anywhere outdoors, a creature that I know has a benign purpose and even if it wasn't benign it had never asked to be put in this position...I KNOW it lacks any sense of how it bothers me(unlike spider crickets which DO deliberately jump at me to fuck with me because that's their actual instinct)- I do not even have the concern some do regarding germs or home infestation because I know those flying giant ones rarely infest and that cockroaches in fact HATE to be dirty and constantly wipe themselves with oils and their legs to groom. I follow Bogleech religiously for over a decade among dozens of other insect blogs, some of my earliest childhood books I learned to ever read were coloring books about insects and arachnids, I managed to thru hypnotism cure SOME of my fears of spiders, Gregor Samsa is one of my favorite literary characters, and The Evil Midnight Bomber what Bombs at Midnight is one of my favorite animated ones....

And yet. And yet. And yet.

...Even just spotting a stupid perfectly accurate TOY of them is sometimes enough to make me pee myself in terror. And now there is one, a giant one. Flying. In this house. Say that again Skinarmarink style. In this fucking house. It is now two days since he has arrived here...I thought he would mercifully just leave, so I would not have to resort to needless fear and cruelty. Please little one please just go. I know you don't likely need to be here. Why don't you just stay somewhere nice and dark and undisturbed like under the couch. I can pretend you never existed down there and there's dirt and crumbs for you aplenty. You could live on in my dad's recycling pails or maybe feed on dog poop if you just leave thru the back pet door. Please. Please I beg of you please just make this easy for us both.

...I am in a few months turning 37 years old.

Why does it have to be here sitting between walls. Why does having a barrier of wood and plaster suddenly transform this insignificant insect into a monster that is literally the stupidest fucking thing. Just why brain, how are you this dumb. Smug little asshole, what do you think this is, the film Mouse Hunt?? I got insomnia enough as it is what with that awful husky deciding he wants walks and socialization but ONLY after 11Pm every night. Look at him- no no don't look at him, ....doing its little roach business in between FOUR WALLS. The NERVE. THE FUCKING NERVE OF THAT GUY. FLYING AROUND BETWEEN MY PRECIOUS *WALLS*, MY INSULATION BARRIER FROM THE CRUEL OUTER WORLD OF MAN. I am trapped in my upstairs room and cannot go pee, or go downstairs to feed my dog, without peeking into the hall like a goddamn Jason Voorhees is lurking out there. I cannot use Raid here because we don't have any, and I don't have a broom or a book heavy enough to squash it and I feel sorry for it regardless, and the only way I can get by is if I manage to work up Courage the Cowardly Dog levels of reluctant trembling terrified 'bravery' to spray 'Dog Pee Smell Be Gone' mist at it if I become close enough to dare. I legit avoided using the steps because I was afraid I legit might fall backwards and break my neck if it flew toward me up here. I put pillows in front of my bedroom door to prevent him sneaking under the door crack but there is nothing I can do to seal the side edges of the door, which mock me with the hallway light, at 1:30am. Every clink the AC unit suddenly makes or every scratch of my husky dogs toenails across the wooden floor late at night now makes me jump like a gunshot. I am truly the lamest most pathetically useless fool of a coward, in the lamest horror movie plot ever written.

This is the most goddamn pointless, stupid, stupid stupid STUPID phobia ever made, and I do not recommend it, 0 stars.

[dex-starr]

My dog is so attached to me it’s not new that like that happens bc all the dogs my family have owned have formed a strong bond with me. My first dog I had since I was a baby and she let me ride on-top her without getting angry about it. She was very protective of me because of growing up together, I loved that dog from s young age and it was one of many different kind of animals that we had at our house. So I’ve always had the appreciation and fascination with them. Our dog after that we adopted also loved me the same way, I was the first person she bonded with in the house on the day they brought her. I remember she just walked up said hi to me because she apparently disliked meeting women and she jumped up on the couch and we just cuddled while I was most likely watching wrestling or something since I was in the living room as a teen. After her we had adopted another small dog since my grandparents were getting older. She adored everyone in the house though but would spend time with me to the extent of that little rascal pushing my door open somehow. I still don’t know how to this day. She would jump into my bed during what was probably the worst time for my depression because of the things going on in my life. I was changing a lot, growing but obviously the catalyst for that was not a good one. I like to think that all the love that dog showed me helped me through the toughest time when I felt completely alone. Unfortunately we lost her early and that just made things feel so much worse for so long. It took us some years to adopt my current dog.

My current dog is attached to me in a way that other dogs haven’t been. He looks to me to protect him, not the other way around. I can tell that he loves me a lot because of how comfortable he is with me. It was a surprise how quick this happened because he’s more wary of most men but he took to me on the first night he was here and let me pick him up and move him around without a fuss or being scared. These path two years have been extremely tough because of losing my relationship but my dog has helped me through it. He gives me something to do and keep my mind preoccupied if I’m not working like right now. Though he definitely does not like it if I’m gone for a few hours. Like he won’t eat his kibble, he barely drinks water but if you feed him the right thing he’ll do it. My family tells me he lays around waiting like he’s depressed completely by me not being home. This little guy doesn’t try to bother me for attention but when he does get the attention I can tell he’s so grateful and so comfortable because he just relaxes completely and closes his eyes and takes a nap eventually. It’s the first time I’ve been completely in charge of a dog too. Like I have a lot of say in what we do for him and I’m not going to take that lightly. I never do for anyone who trusts me to help or who wants me to figure something out with them. I’ll do so much research into looking at options just to be informed.

I know with this little buddy of mine, my dog son I’ve been able to deal a lot with the heartbreak I’ve been feeling too. There’s still a lot I need to process and I’m not going to be able to process it as quickly as other people and that’s okay. I mean I’m still in disbelief about it all but man does having someone who counts on you like he does and loves you and looks out for you just because too help me a lot right now. I don’t know how I managed to become his extremely favorite person but I did.

[ieatsurveys]

63.

Name all the pets you've ever had. Kasey, JJ, Baby Brown, Chloe.

Are you on break, or do you still have a couple days of school left? Not in school.

Do you like Stephen King novels? I've never read them.

Have you ever had a macaroon? I don't believe so.

One of my friends dislikes animals in general. Are you like her? I love animals. Your friend sounds weird.

Do you prefer being on time, or do you not mind being late? I'm usually waaaaaay early to things because I get antsy staying at my place.

What is one adventurous thing you'd be willing to do? (ex: skydive) Cliff jump. 

Have you ever made a bucket list? Not officially. I just have things in my head that I want to do.

What subject at school did you absolutely hate? I hated Social Studies and Science. But now, I find them pretty fascinating. It depends on the teacher, I guess.

How many cell phones have you gone through up till now? How am I supposed to know?

Italian food or Chinese food? Hm, that's a hard choice.

Do you have more than the standard earlobe piercings? No.

Ever studied a foreign language? Nope.

Don't you hate it when your family eats all the ice cream at home? By family, you do mean myself, because I live by myself. And yes, I hate it when I eat all the ice cream ;)

Ever been in a near death situation? If so, what happened? Yes, I totaled my car.

Do you like to make flash cards when you study? Yes. That's the only way to study for me.

Favorite flavor of gum? Mint.

Do you tend to be frugal, or are you more comfortable spending money? I'm both haha. But, I have a savings account and I do have a spreadsheet of my budget.

Do you have a connection to any religion? Yes.

Ever played a team sport, or are you not sporty at all? I used to play softball.

Do you put posters on your bedroom walls? No.

Do you sleep with one leg sticking out of the covers? No, that's how monsters get to you, duh.

I have extremely weird, frightening dreams. Do you? Sometimes.

Has anyone ever told you that you're a good singer? Yes, but I don't think they know what good singing is, lol.

Ever been to the Big Apple? If not, do you want to visit? I live in NY. Just not the city.

Opinion on Gangnam Style? I honestly thought it was stupid and not sure how it went so viral.

Do you ever watch TED talks, live or online? I used to.

Did you ever watch the Lizzie McGuire movie? I believe I did when it came out.

If you did, do you know what the guy that played Gordo looks like now? (ew) No.

How many email accounts do you have? Two. My personal and my work email.

Ever shamelessly played Farmville on Facebook? Yes.

Are you a big fan of dessert? Not really.

Ever had a brush with the paranormal? If so, describe. Yes. And there were a bunch of stories at my parent's house. I had to finally go through and bless it and they left. It was the scariest thing and things just happened to me. Then it started happening to my brother and I got protective.

Were you one of the popular kids in high school? I became popular in college (student council and RA).

I dare you to write the name of a person you strongly dislike. I really don't hate anyone.

Do you know the band Vampire Weekend? No.

What do you think about Marilyn Manson? Never listened to him.

In general, do you prefer going out or staying home? Staying home.

Biggest trouble you've ever gotten into at school? I got suspended for slapping my teacher in the face when I was 7, haha. She was screaming at me and got in my space and screaming inches away from my face, so I slapped her.

Do you own one of those "professional" DSLR cameras? No.

Does it bother you when you see a 6th grader with a bunch of gadgets? No.

Favorite pair of shoes? A pair I got from Maurices.

Where were you on 9/11? In Social Studies.

Any food in particular you just can't get enough of?

Sushi. -> yes.

Did you buy yearbooks every year in high school, or did you not bother? I did.

Do you have Restless Legs Syndrome? I do. It sucks. No.

Are you a fan of British Youtubers? (Marcus Butler, JacksGap, etc) No.

Jalapeños: yay or nay? Nay. I don't do spice.

Did you ever play Minecraft? No.

Did you ever have a Club Penguin account? Were you a member? I want to say that I did.

Favorite concerts you've been to? Did you scream until you were hoarse? Skillet.

So where were you when the Boston Marathon bombing happened? No idea.

Rainy days on the weekend: yay or nay? Yay.

Do you look down on girls that wear shorts with Uggs? No, but it's not something I'd do.

Californian girls talk and dress a certain way, don't they? Uh, sure.

Ever crushed on a teacher? If so, what subject did he/she teach? Yes, gym.

Ever take an art class? If so, what'd you think? I had to elementary and high school.