#i also dragged another one of my friends into playing it. hehe

[gingus-doon]

i generally still have the same thoughts as yttd as ever EXCEPT;

i like nao a lot more

i like alice quite a good bit more

i like q-taro now!

i like reko less??? either that or im Acknowledging her moral greyness

warming up to maple

warming up to 3-1b too now lol

don’t hate rio that much anymore (if at all), has to do with ~theory~ abt him

LOVE KANNA EVEN MORE THAN BEFORE MY FUCKING DAUGHTER

think q-mai is incredibly valid and probably my favourite q-taro ship now (but i accept q-kai now and still like keitaro)

last but not least. increasingly disturbed by midori lol :’)

[madschiavelique]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 (𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

summary : so you were called for back-up on a mission with gwen, hobie, pavitr and miguel. you get him out of a tight situation, he drags you in a dark street, you get back to the team, you get shot in the thigh, and miguel starts sucking on the bullet to get it out of your skin :D (or most simply, how you got wounded and miguel is playing healing vampire)

content warnings : blood, bullet (if there are others please do tell so that i can add them !), biting (literal), miguel licking you, no use of Y/N word count : 5,3k

note : the spider babies feel like a lil found family to me, so i had to make them goofy in this. i thought about miguel’s bites not only being poisonous, but also in another dosage a great pain killer (i have strictly no idea about how realistic all this is but here have fun reading this besties). this stands as the first part of a 3-shot that i am writing for my bday which is in 4 days hehe (crying), also i didn't proof-read this and english is not my first language :D, enjoy

chapters' list : 1 - lovebite 2 - late night training 3 - unexpected mission (nsfw) 4 - shameless (nsfw)

Although this wasn't your first mission, you couldn't help but feel like a frozen steak being thrown into a hot pan. You weren't always flung into the thick of the action, of course, but today you were, because you'd been called in as reinforcements with Pavitr.

Miguel had taken Hobie and Gwen on this mission, hoping to get Gwen more used to the terrain. You had arrived a little after her, and for the moment you had restricted access to the field. But today was clearly an exception. You and Pavitr had been called in as back-up, and you immediately took the portal to the dimension in question.

As soon as you emerged from the portal, your spider-senses alerted you to the need to throw yourselves to the ground to avoid the rush of bullets that had been fired in your direction. Exchanging surprised glances, you began to crawl to the side of the building that seemed to be opposite to where the incessant gunfire was coming from, hoping to avoid being riddled with bullets. Because although Swiss cheese was appetising, it wasn't in your plans to become one.

Pavitr tapped his watch.

"Miguel, we're here, where are-" but he had no need to ask the latter's whereabouts, since right in front of them swayed Hobie and Gwen, who seemed to be fleeing... A bride?

It was a bride armed with some sort of personally optimised cannon that was firmly strapped to her body, and if your instincts were right, it would appear that her ammunition was not as simple as that commonly sold, and you dreaded to know what would come out if she fired. She moved with a sort of jet-pack, following your friends at breakneck speed, her long white veil rippling like a trail left behind an aeroplane. Immediately, the two of you began to follow to join them.

"Hey, Hobie! Gwen! We're here!" you shouted.

Suddenly, the bride's head swivelled in your direction, her big red lips stretching into a smile as her eyes widened like two big marbles. Ouch, maybe shouting your presence in the middle of a fight wasn't the right decision.

You could already hear Miguel's voice echoing in your mind: "You should have taken advantage of the surprise and used it to your advantage instead of letting the whole town know that two Spider-Men had just joined the fight!"

But hey, what's done is done, and you'll certainly remember to be more observant on your next mission.

"Ah, Miguel's little minions have joined the party! Honey?" she shouted as you both reached Gwen and Hobie, "we've got some newcomers, I hope they're on the guest list for the ceremony. It would displease me greatly if we had to eliminate them just for that reason."

"After all, murder and marriage are the same if the two people know each other and it all ends in death," you say, your eyes falling for a moment on the absolutely enormous cannon she seems to have programmed to shoot you.

"Marriage is just another contract to life anyway," replied Hobie, to which you nodded sharply. "Anyway, with her chemtrail theory flying around behind her, I'm worried."

It seemed that the anomaly was not a single anomaly, but rather a couple of anomalies, which was probably why these two had been asked to provide support.

"Where's Miguel?" asked Pavitr, all still running.

"Oh bloke, you're not going to believe your eyes when you see him," sneered Hobie.

"What happened?" you asked.

"I took a few photos of the occasion," said Gwen, "but nothing beats seeing it for real."

A loud bang sounded, and you turned to see what had just happened. The face of the building you were standing on was melting: the bride had fired a bubble of acid that had burst against the wall and was biting all the adverts that were stuck to it.

"Destroying propaganda? Bonkers, I'm starting to reconsider this," Hobie huffed.

"Miguel's further down the avenue, on that street over there," said Gwen. "Go and see him before he comes, it's well worth a look.

When the mystery is too great, you don't dare disobey, so while they were busy evacuating more civilians to reduce the number of casualties from the mission, you set off in the direction you'd been told.

You swung out into the street, and as you rounded the corner, you couldn't help but stifle a laugh. The great Miguel O'Hara, the man at the head of the Spider Society, guardian and master of the inter-dimensional balance of events, was pasted up and looked like an Egyptian drawing in the process of running, or the typical chalk drawing you would draw on the ground at a crime scene, all covered in a gooey fluffy substance.

You swung over to him, and he noticed your arrival. You landed on the edge of the wall he was stuck on, biting your lip to stop yourself from bursting out laughing.

"If you want to say something now is the time to shut up." he said, teeth clenched.

"Gwen was right, it's definitely worth the trip. Comfortable? Need a magazine? A snack perhaps?"

"Hilarious, are you going to mess with me like this for much longer or are you planning to help me out of this situation?"

"My intentions were of a slightly more agreeable nature," you huff, walking towards him on all fours.

The substance surrounding him seemed to be a kind of solid foam that kept swelling slowly. You drew out your claws and began to cut the foam from his arm.

"Lovely couple over there, real synergy between the two of them. Shame almost half of marriages end in divorce."

"You get sentimental about enemies? Keep your sensitivity out of the fight and concentrate."

"Focus on foam? Honestly you know your Marshmallow Man costume lacks realism."

He let his neck tilt back until it touches the wall, murmured between his lips: "todos me vais a matar."

A small smile stretched across your face, the poor guy must have felt like he was babysitting, and although you were older than all the other teammates, hanging out with them brought out your absurd and more childlike side, your inner child in a way.

You managed to dislodge quite a bit of foam, but it was taking too long, it was thick and had the consistency of snow whose surface had crystallised.

"I'm pulling your leg, jefe" you say, the little use of the Spanish name making him react. What, You've got to make a profit from duolingo after all. " Okay, pull in your tummy."

"What?"

You raised your arm in the air, your claws extending a little further. Lately you'd been trying to see how far you could push the limits of your costume, and the increase in your claws was one of them. It was a bit painful, but if it meant Miguel could get out of this situation and get home safe, then you might as well take it. All you could hope for was that you wouldn't fail...

Then, with a sharp, wide stroke, you sliced through the foam. The cut was perfect, and Miguel, who was just as surprised as you were, popped out of his spot as if he'd just stepped out of a mould.

" Well," he turned to you, dusting off the few remnants of foam still clinging to his body, "observations?"

This was an exercise that Miguel inflicted on every recruit during their training or recruitment. It was simple: he selected a small anomaly to keep things simple, and asked the recruit what observations they'd make to neutralise the target. Except that, in this case, the anomaly wasn't so minor. You were racking your brains.

"I didn't see the husband, but I did see the bride. She's got a jet pack that should be neutralisable, it'll slow her down in her movements, but you'd have to aim carefully to do that. Her only power is her weapon, except that as it's attached to her it's going to be complex..."

Then you remembered her attire, and especially the long veil firmly placed on her head.

"Her wedding veil, you should be able to pull it down and hold it still."

Miguel nodded, you didn't know how to take the look he was giving you through the mask, but you hoped he was satisfied with the answer.

"The husband's pretty much the same, except-" but he didn't finish his sentence, suddenly grabbing your arm and pulling you instead into a much darker, narrower adjacent alley. He leaned against a wall, looking down at the street you had just left.

"Here's the husband," he murmured.

The suddenness of the gesture took you by surprise, of course, and you seemed unable to think straight. Not just because you were so close that your bodies were pressed together, but because all your senses, all your nerves, seemed to come together in one and the same place in your body, a place where it felt like sparks were flying: Miguel's hand was placed on your waist.

Through the thin but hard-wearing fabric of your suit, you could feel the heat from his fingers spread across your skin, sending a shiver down your spine and up to your neck and cheeks to warm them. His grip was firm on your flesh, and you tried to calm your breathing, which had been racing as fast as your heart at this closeness.

His second hand still had your arm in its embrace, and the simple thought occurred to you: what if his hand came down your arm to meet yours?

You looked up at Miguel's profile, watching the street you were on, alert. You took a deep breath as you watched him, his scent coming to you through the mask as earthy, pungent. And he turned his head towards you.

The distance separating your two faces was small, terribly small, and you wondered at that moment how the scene would have unfolded if neither of you had masks on. Would he have paid any attention to the way you were looking at him? Would those dark eyes have sparkled? Would you have been able to feel his hot breath on your face?

"Is everything all right? Your heart rate's increased."

The sentence refocused you for a moment as if you'd just plunged into icy water, your reverie no doubt perceptible through the suit. You lowered your eyes, glancing at the placement of his two hands on you, blinking rapidly as you tried to pull yourself together. Quick, an excuse, anything.

"The others," you breathed, using the card of concern for teammates, "I wonder how they're holding up."

"Uh huh..." he murmured, the answer only half satisfying him, his gaze piercing yours through his mask as you felt his hand tighten on your waist, another shiver running through your body. You didn't really understand why he'd maintained this seemingly intimate embrace, but to be honest, you weren't against the idea of this position for a few more moments.

It felt good to be like that, to share someone else's closeness.

He was so big, he seemed to engulf you with his size and thickness, looming over you, and so much strength and threat in one body aroused as much interest in you as it did fear.

Pull yourself together, for God's sake, what's Miguel, your boss? He's got better things to do than that, than get close to you, than get intimate with you...

He seemed to be inspecting you strangely, and the intensity of this gesture made you look down even more, the ground suddenly seeming very interesting to look at. But if he had anything to say on the subject, it could obviously wait until the mission was over.

"The way's clear, let's go," he says, finally letting go of his hold on you, "before these idiots do any more damage than they already have."

And with a thump, he pulled a web and propelled himself into the air. A gasp escaped your lips, the sudden sensation of not being touched leaving you feeling grey. You took a deep breath, trying to refocus your thoughts on the mission and not on the irreplaceable sensation that Miguel's hands had left on your body.

You dashed off in your turn, following him to join the others.

Not far away you could hear Hobie shouting: "They're pissing on us without even making us think it's raining!" Hobie, charming as always.

Needless to say, it was a fairground. Miguel threw a web in the bride's face and found the other three on a roof. Furious, he pointed his finger towards the corner of a building that was on fire, from the bottom of which civilians kept coming out, coughing, some even injured.

"Who did this?" he asked, his throat rumbling in frustration.

"You did," Hobie answered point-blank.

"Bravo," he growled sarcastically, "it's good to admit your mistakes."

"It's paradoxical communication," he informed you, avoiding a projectile that you couldn't identify, no doubt another munition of dubious composition from the bride's weapon, who seemed to be hurtling towards you with intensity.

" I Leave it to you for two minutes and you destroy everything," Miguel murmured as he began to run towards the enemy.

" Submerged by their numbers of two we couldn't do anything," pleaded Pavitr.

"Gobsmacked, maybe she's rebelling against a terribly phallocratic world," Hobie says as he dodges a huge snowball as big as himself launched from the cannon.

"Darling? Maybe it's time for dessert, what do you think?"

Shit, here comes the husband too. He was equipped with a jet-pack just like the groom, but his weapon was much less sophisticated than his wife's, a simple submachine gun, which didn't make it harmless, quite the contrary.

"Great idea! It's time for the icing on the cake," and with these words she seemed to throw portions of sweet and colourful cream towards your group.

"Come on, dance! Dance!" ordered the husband.

"No! I don't wanna dance, I'm from the town in footloose," you blurted out, trying to pull a simple web towards the cannon of the bride's gun.

You didn't succeed, but threw a second one anyway, taking the risk of standing still for a few moments to improve your aim. The web shot out and hit the barrel of the weapon. Yes! but the celebrations were short-lived, as a rush of bullets came crashing towards you, and even in your haste to escape, you were hit in the thigh.

A strangled little grunt vibrated against your teeth and lips, you didn't know exactly what it had struck in your leg, but the pain was sudden and stinging. Still, you followed the others a little, with difficulty. Every simple movement was a painful tug.

The group eventually stopped in an empty courtyard, to deliberate, talk strategy and how to organise themselves. The landing on the ground was a little abrupt, and you staggered back to your feet towards the group.

"Hey, you all right?" Hobie asked you.

"Never been better," you said, giving a thumbs up, your nose wrinkling at the next step.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're walking like a Disney witch," said Patvir, raising an eyebrow.

"Bollocks, your thigh!" pointed Hobie as he came towards you.

You looked down, the bullet had of course pierced the fabric of your suit, stretching the elastic material over your bloody thigh from the hole the bullet had punched in your thigh.

"Calm down," Gwen said in the distance, chatting to Miguel, "let me take care of this, Miguel."

"Like you've taken care of everything else so far, Gwen?" he said, his hands resting on his hips.

"Miguel?" called Pavitr.

"What do you want?" he asked as he turned his head suddenly towards where you guys were.

"Can't you answer 'yes' like everyone else?" gasped Pavitr.

But Miguel was already coming towards you, he must have seen the impact in your thigh.

"Nice icing on the cake, eh?" you said, laughing slightly at the situation. After all, ridicule poisons fear.

But the shots were already ringing out and they were coming towards you.

" Okay," breathed Miguel, "Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, try to immobilise them. The husband is easy to neutralise, just hit his jet-pack and take away his weapon. For the bride, try to take her towards the river, if you make her fall into the water she will start to sink with all her layers of clothes and the weight of her dress. Pull her by her veil if you have to, but go ahead. The first one to do even a little unintentional damage again will end up with his back broken like a glow stick, got it?"

"I don't take orders," Hobie refused.

"Hobie, you take care of the bridegroom with Gwen," Miguel continued as if he wasn't listening to him any more, moving closer to you. He tossed him his multidimensional cell device, as if he was worth reaching for.

"Why does he only come and ask me things once a day, as if I were a vitamin?" Hobie huffs before launching himself into the air.

"Oh, you know, that's what we love about him, his boundless empathy," remarked Gwen before shooting a web and leaving in her turn.

"Why do I always get the less interesting ones," said Pavitr before leaving as well.

Miguel turned to you, taking off his mask. His brown hair was dishevelled and he didn't even put his hand through it before ordering:

"Sit.

You'd have liked to contradict him, to say that you could definitely wait until you got back to HQ and received treatment there rather than slowing down the mission when you'd literally been called in as backup. And here you were, the backup turned liability in the situation, so contradicting him wasn't really in your plans.

You backed away, leaning against the wall and letting yourself slide with difficulty against the bricks as you tried to put as little weight as possible on your damaged leg. With a muffled whimper, you reached the ground, stretching your bad leg further as you bent the other. You took off your mask in turn, no longer able to hide your expressions of pain. The sensation you'd had at first had been sharp, but now it felt like your thigh was on fire and the wound was licking at your skin like flames.

Miguel came forward and knelt beside you. His gaze was riveted on your thigh, and when his gloved hand came to rest beside the wound, you stiffened your back and couldn't help breathing in through clenched teeth. His brown eyes looked up into yours, watching your expressions through the wild strands of his hair. But it was also simply a look for permission to continue his gestures.

"If it hurts too much, use your mask," he said, his eyes returning to the wound.

The mask? In what way would the mask be- ah, so... You watched your mask, hesitating for a moment. What Miguel meant by that suggestion was biting your mask. Since you were probably going to grit your teeth, you might as well not hurt yourself too much and tear them up by biting into something. You wavered at the thought, preferring not to damage any more of your costume. You'd already dented it with your punctured thigh, but ripping your mask on top of that? No, preferably not.

His thumb felt your skin, and he pressed down on a spot that threw you so hard that your hand immediately grabbed his wrist. You were breathless, almost nauseous from the pain, and you opened your frowning eyes again to meet Miguel's gaze, which had stopped all movement of his hand.

You looked up at him, your eyes and nose stinging with the tears that threatened to spill from the pain. He breathed, his eyes falling on your hand, then straightened towards yours:

"If you don't let me touch it, I'll pin your hands down with my webs, is that clear?"

Biting the inside of your cheek, you let out a shaky breath and removed your hand, which seemed ridiculously small compared to his.

"Well, the bullet's really not deep, so it should be fine."

Honestly, you didn't know whether it was better for you to know what was going to happen, and you were somehow grateful that he wasn't detailing his operation to you, even though he was doing it mainly out of lack of time.

His two hands came to grip your thigh to hold it steady, he gave you one last look, then lowered his head close to your thigh, and you saw a flash of white gleam from his long, sharp fangs before they sank into your skin. A strangled cry drowned in your throat as you felt them ooze something wet, liquid seeping into your skin and blood.

Miguel's bites weren't just poisonous, they could also be incredibly helpful in situations like these, where they acted as both a mild painkiller and a kind of antidote that accelerated the healing process. And although the painkiller aspect wasn't performing well enough for your liking, you were still quite happy not to feel like you were in complete agony.

The sensation of his lips on your flesh, however, previously drowned out by the sensations of all your aching nerves, became much clearer. Their softness grazing your skin with more intimacy than he was aware of.

He hadn't bitten down on the wound, to prevent the bullet from moving any further, and you took a deep breath when he moved away, pulling his fangs out of your skin. His tongue cleaned them, and he glanced at you as he did so, just to make sure you were all right.

Please tell me I haven't become a big walking tomato, you thought. Now apparently the most important phase would begin: extracting the bullet. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, still feeling pain, then nodded to allow him to continue.

He bent down again, coming dangerously close to the wound, to your raw flesh where warm blood was dripping. The bullet wasn't far from the surface, luckily the suit had played a large part in cushioning it.

He breathed in lightly, then put his lips to the wound. A current of electricity ran through your body as all sorts of sensations mixed together in one place. The burn on your thigh had just met the slightly sticky wetness of Miguel's saliva and the warmth of his mouth and lips as he began to draw.

You realised what Miguel was doing, he was sucking the bullet out of your flesh. His tongue flicked lightly around the impact, and his fangs, still a little elongated, lightly traced your skin.

Your breath was erratic, and you tried to stabilise it, but the sensations seemed so extreme that the task was complicated. The thing about spider-senses is that your senses are heightened, so the slightest movement of Miguel's lips, tongue or fangs sent shivers through your body. He drew back to spit out the excess saliva and blood that had mingled before coming back and sucking harder. You could feel the bullet coming out little by little, still biting your lip fiercely until you felt a metallic taste, and were insistently reconsidering the choice of biting into your mask. So you switched to the side of your index finger, biting it as your frown of pain intensified.

Then Miguel pressed his lips a little harder, and your body had to grab hold of something. Then, inadvertently and with many mental 'oh no's attacking your being as soon as the gesture was made, you grabbed Miguel's hair.

His eyes immediately looked up at yours, wide, questioning the gesture, and the sight made you feel as if your heart had fallen into the warmth of your stomach. His brown eyes had a flash of red and peered through his long lashes, their colour blending perfectly with his blood-smeared cheeks.

You were so desperate for a foothold that your body hadn't given a second thought to what it should be gripping. He just froze, for a few seconds that seemed as long as minutes. You calmed your breathing, taking advantage of the respite from his movements to relax a little. Worried, you looked up at him again, dreading his reaction.

But nothing, no 'what the hell are you doing', no 'stop that immediately', no 'that's inappropriate', no reprimand, nothing. Your fingers in his hair relaxed, they were much softer than you'd imagined, but your hand didn't leave its place. You felt both his hands tighten around your thigh, making you swallow hard. He just gave you one last look before flicking his tongue around the wound and continuing his suction.

Your fingers reflexively gripped his hair again and Miguel let out a low rumble from his throat that vibrated up your thigh and into the bullet. The sensation was such that you suddenly turned your head to the side, closing your eyes tightly until you saw stars. The tears that had welled up started falling, determined.

Miguel's hot breath washed over your bare, rosy skin, turning visibly purple with the repeated suctions Miguel left in his path. His normal teeth were biting into your skin around the bullet to create the pressure that would eject it.

You locked your fingers in his hair again, and felt his hands tighten their grip on your thigh as a low hmpf vibrated against your skin again. Then he drew in harder, and pressed his teeth in deeper, and you felt your finger beading with blood as your teeth pierced your skin.

And then, at last, you felt the bullet come out. A deep sigh poured from your lungs as you eased your hand from his hair to wipe away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks. He stepped back, his eyes looking into yours, his cheeks and nose all covered in blood, and between his reddened teeth was the crushed bullet.

You looked at him like this, your cheeks heating up violently. He spat the bullet out to the side, then looked back at your thigh. He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw as he let go of your thigh, bringing one of his hands up to wipe his cheek with the back of it.

"Put some webs on it, that should be enough to last us until we get to HQ."

His eyes scanned yours, tired, reddened, a tear still running down them. He wiped it away with the back of his index finger, letting it fall onto the fabric of his suit. The gesture was gentle, almost like a caress as his finger gently traced your cheek.

"You did great, muñeca", he said, his voice soft, softer than you'd ever heard it.

The nickname gave you a warm, soft feeling in your lower stomach. He straightened up, his mask in hand, the other stretched out towards you, ready to be seized.

No comment on the pulled hair? You were afraid he'd mention it, or were you afraid he wouldn't mention it at all.

"Can you stand up?" he asked.

You looked at your thigh for a moment, then did as he instructed and pulled a few webs over the still open wound. Then, looking up, you grabbed Miguel's hand to help you up. You breathed through your teeth, the pain was still there, but now that the bullet had been dislodged and Miguel's pain-killing venom was coursing through your veins, the ache was lessened.

You were swaying slightly and Miguel's reflex was to place his hand on your waist to steady you. He gave a retentive tt-tt.

"Try to stick to the webs, do as little walking or running as possible," he said before putting his mask back on, which you in turn did. "Ready?"

You bobbed your head, putting your weight on your good leg, "ready.

With a nod, you both took off.

Soon you found Pavitr who had managed to catch the husband who, on closer inspection, had one of his eyes as white as a half-cooked egg. Perhaps this explained his random aiming. In any case, he was huffing and puffing like a rhinoceros.

"It's about time," Pavitr yawned, "your leg?"

You gave him a thumbs up.

" Where are Gwen and Hobie? " Miguel asked.

"Further down the river like you said."

"Well, you can go back to HQ, we'll take care of the rest- can you go on?" he said, turning to you.

"Yep, the only thing that could stop me would be myself."

"Was that the philosophical moment?" asked Pavitr. "That deserves a few lyrical songs, doesn't it?"

"It's pathetic," admitted Miguel as he left.

You followed him, Pavitr entering a portal to return to 928.

"Are you trying to destroy our pseudo-friendship?

"Pseudo-friendship?" he chuckles, "you mean how I removed that bullet with my teeth, and you-"

"Ah, the amnesia's getting to me!" you cut in, continuing along the road faster than him until you reach the river where, hanging from a lamppost on the quayside, the bride was dripping wet and stripped of her weapon. She seemed simply stunned, and Gwen and Hobie were standing in front of her, still tense from their fight.

You approached the two lads, smiling at Gwen who had finally succeeded in her training.

"Good job!" you said, raising your fist to her height, which she banged in a friendly manner, doing the same for Hobie.

"Hobie?" called Miguel in the distance.

"Don't move," said the latter, "it's like with bears, if you don't do anything they'll leave."

"This is the right way," affirmed Gwen.

"Where's the weapon?" asked Miguel, who had finally reached your level.

"It fell into the water," he replied simply.

"What?" asked Miguel.

"Relax, I'm just messing with you. It's behind you," he said, pointing with his chin at the wet weapon on the ground.

"So, how did it go?"

"I wouldn't go into details," Hobie sighed.

"What are you trying to accomplish here?" Asked Miguel.

"I don't want to listen to you; malicious criticism hurts my self-esteem and praise leaves me sceptical."

Miguel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, murmuring "Voy a matarlos."

"I hope one day you'll understand what I've just said," he whispered, climbing up the lamppost to unhook the bride and place her in another multi-dimensional cell.

"Did you hear anything?" you asked ironically.

"Oh no, I didn't hear anything, did you?" questioned Gwen to Hobie.

"I've got an ear infection."

You smiled at this conversation, watching Miguel fiddle with his watch.

"How's your leg, by the way?" asked Hobie.

"I've still got the bullet, I'm going to be ringing airport buzzers for the rest of my life."

"Huh?" exclaimed Gwen.

"Just kidding, everything's fine."

"Why do you have to be like that? In situations like this, 'I'm fine' is the standard response," she huffed.

"I'm on a strict diet of misplaced enthusiasm and gut-wrenching regret." You affirmed.

"Huh huh, diets are bad," Hobie remarked. "It's just another way for capitalism to prove that their system is superior to you."

"Well, come on, let's go home," Miguel called.

His eyes fell on you for a moment, and in the space of that glance the vision of his crimson eyes, his fangs glistening with your blood smeared across his cheeks came back to your mind. You entered the portal, and soon enough, as you got into the lift, the horizon formed as far as the eye could see, with towers sunk like daggers into the belly of the sky, and so high that, from sleep, you could plunge into the clouds.

And now you couldn't think of anything else but Miguel.

part two >> late night training

[jobean12-blog]

His to Protect

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker AU)

Word Count: 1,776

Summary: It’s your best friend Jade’s birthday and she wants to go out dancing. Joel might not love the idea of dancing  but he loves you so he’ll go and when some rando guy gets handsy he’s there to protect you, just like he always is...even if he gets a little carried away (and slightly possessive)- but it’s all out love! 

Author’s Note: I just love the protective/possessive goodness and my lovely friend @pedritosdarling made this beautiful edit that you will see below the cut (surprise hehe) that totally gave me the right vibes. Thank you so much sweets! And thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Dividers by sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 💕

Warnings: lots of fun, flirty fluff, tension, Joel is protective and maybe a little caveman-ish but it’s all because of the love that’s there, he’s also a cheeky litte sh*t :) 

The edit below the cut is not mine, @pedritosdarling blessed us with it, thank you love! 🥰🥵

Joel Miller Masterlist

“Son of a bitch, I wish Joel were here already.”

You mutter the words as you make another reach for the zipper of your dress but your fingertips just graze it before it falls out of reach.

“UGH!”

Picking up your phone you start to type him a text to ask for his ETA but you hear a key in your door and stop, dropping the device to the bed.

“Sunshine?” he calls.

You round the corner of the hallway. “I’m right he…”

The moment your eyes meet his you stop dead in your tracks and blatantly sweep your gaze over the length of him.

“Too much?” he asks, fiddling with the open buttons of his shirt. “Should I lose the jacket? I have my leather one in the truck.”

You slowly walk over to him, resting your hand on his shoulder as you sashay around him to get a look from all angles.

“Don’t change,” you reply in a breathy tone.

When you return to face him his lips are quirked up in a smirk.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body along his as you play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“So I’m presentable?” he asks, his eyes sparkling.

“Mm hmm,” you reply, letting your tongue trace your lips.

He studies you for a brief moment. His hands encircling your waist and then sliding teasingly up your back.

“You’re not even dressed yet,” he simpers, toying with your open zipper then smoothing his hands over your bare skin. “And you look perfect.”

“My zipper is not cooperating,” you answer with a demure lift to your shoulder. “I need some help.”

Your fingers slip inside the open buttons of his shirt and you drag a nail over the dark ink that lines his chest then slide them lower, hitting the first closed button and fiddling with it until it pops open.

“Good thing I’m here then,” he murmurs as his hands move higher, tempting the thin straps of your dress.

One strap falls from your shoulder and he brushes his rough fingertips over your delicate skin, producing a wave of goosebumps in their wake and making you shiver in his arms.

The front of your dress becomes looser exposing the swell of your breasts and just a hint of the lace beneath.

“You’re supposed to be helping me get dressed,” you breathe out.

“Now where’s the fun in that…” he murmurs, his eyes dropping to your newly revealed skin.

His fingers move from your shoulder and lightly graze along your collarbone, tracing the outline before falling lower.

“I know but Joel…”

You feel him hard against your stomach as he pulls you closer. His lips ghost along your jaw until they meet the skin just below your ear. He presses a soft kiss there, his warm breath caressing the shell of your ear as he whispers, “it’s still early…we have plenty of time.”

As you continue to trace his tattoos you can feel his muscles flex beneath your touch and he suddenly captures your wrist, drawing your hand from his skin and kissing your palm.

“Just a taste,” he murmurs, his nose running along your jaw.

Your phone rings, the familiar song echoing loudly in the quiet but heated moment.

“That’s Jade,” you sigh, letting your face fall to his neck.

His grip tightens as you place a trail of kisses along his throat before reluctantly stepping out of his embrace and turning to walk back into your bedroom.

“You coming?” you ask over your shoulder. “I need you to zip me up.”

You giggle instantly as you hear your own words, dirty thoughts running through your mind.

“I was planning to make you come but I guess this phone call is more important,” he mumbles grumpily as he follows you.

You bite your lip and eye him tauntingly from your dresser as you pick up the phone.

After hanging up with Jade and assuring her you’ll be there shortly you step between Joel’s spread legs as he sits on the edge of your bed, leaning your hands on his muscular thighs.

His hands settle on your waist so he can turn you around. He traces the shape of your body as his hands move higher to the zipper of your dress. He takes the small piece of metal between his large and thick fingers, pressing his free hand just above your ass as he starts to drag it upward. He reaches the middle of your back and stops, bringing you closer so he can press his lips to your skin.

The tickle of his beard makes your gasp turn into a giggle and you squirm in his hold.

“Sorry darlin’,” he says softly but continues tracing the curve of your spine with his lips.

He stands slowly, nudging you forward so he can pull the zipper all the way up.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” he grumbles.

You spin to face him again and step back, wearing a playful smile.

His eyes slowly peruse you from head to toe. “Sometimes I wonder why I ever let you out of the house.”

Your mouth falls open and you press a hand to your chest, feigning shock. You start to admonish him but he stands and takes you in his arms, his mouth twitching with a triumphant smile before he kisses the words right off your lips.

“Do you see them?” you ask, searching the bar.

He grabs your hand and pulls you through the crowd to the back corner. Jade spots you and her whole face brightens in a smile. She rushes at you and envelops you in a big hug. You squeeze her right back and greet her boyfriend and your friend Dan.

After ordering some drinks you all fall into easy conversation. Joel is his usual quiet self but you can tell he’s relaxed and every so often he interjects with something witty that makes everyone laugh.

“Are you gonna dance with me?” you ask Joel when there’s a lull in the conversation.

He stares at you and grunts.

You roll your eyes with a huff.

“Was that supposed to be an answer?” you ask.

He raises a challenging brow but remains silent.

“Then Jade and I are going to go dance,” you announce.

Jade downs the rest of her drink and hops up excitedly, grabbing your hand and dragging you out to the dance floor.

You give Joel a twinkly wave before disappearing into the crowd.

The two of you work your way closer to the center of the floor, enjoying the music and moving your bodies to the beat. After a few upbeat songs, a slower more sensual melody starts to play and you feel someone grip your hips.

Before you can turn around the stranger pulls you closer and presses you against his chest. You jerk forward, completely uninterested and appalled at the audacity of whoever is touching you without even asking.

You turn on your heel and stick your finger in the man’s face.

“I don’t want to dance with you and maybe ask first!”

“Aw, come on honey, don’t be like that,” he drawls, a slight slur to his words. “You’ve been moving those hips so pretty.”

“Don’t be like what?” you answer harshly.

Before you can get away you feel a familiar presence and a deep, gravelly voice says simply, “enough.”

“What the fuck, man?” the stranger retorts with venom. “You trying to cockblock me?”

Joel takes a step in the strangers direction, the action causing the man to take a tentative step back.

“That’s my girl,” Joel growls. “Mine. So back the fuck off.”

The guy puffs up. “What, you want to start something?” he asks.

Joel’s eyes narrow and his body tenses but he instantly relaxes when he feels your gentle hand on his, coaxing him to relax the fist he already made.

“Joel…”

He looks at you, his eyes soft as he cups your cheek and kisses the corner of your mouth. He turns back to the guy and gives him a hard look, his expression filled with a dangerous promise that sets the asshole back a few more steps.

Once the guy is out of sight Joel escorts you back to the table, a protective hand at your lower back until you’re safely tucked away.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” Jade asks as he rushes over, Dan hot on her heels.

“She’s fine,” Joel confirms.

“Of course you are,” Jade grins, her eyes floating from you to Joel and then back to you. “I’m going to get another drink. Want anything?”

You tell Jade your order and watch her and Dan head toward the bar.

Joel sits down, his long legs spread wide at the edge of the bench and pats his thigh.

“A gentleman would offer me his seat,” you tell him with a smirk.

“Sit,” he commands.

You purse your lips.

“Please,” he adds.

You do as he says and perch yourself over his thigh, squeezing your legs together when you feel the thick muscle flex under you.

“Happy now?” you ask when he leans in close and kisses your neck.

“I’d be happier with you over my knee,” he whisper against your skin. “But…”

“But we’re out in public and you’re acting like a cave man,” you finish.

“I still wanna knock the shitheads teeth out,” he grumbles as he moves his lips to your shoulder, carefully moving the strap of your dress out of the way so he can continue his trail of kisses.

“I’m pretty sure he knows I’m off limits,” you say as you turn your face to look at him.

“You’re mine.”

“You made that very clear,” you state.

His eyes widen slightly before he hangs his head with a sigh.

“I’m sorry darlin’,” he says quietly. “I didn’t mean to get all…it’s just…”

You tuck your fingers under his chin, lifting his gaze then brushing your thumb across his lips.

“It’s just what?” you whisper.

“I know you can handle yourself. You’re perfectly capable.”

You nod, your smile growing.

“I just want to protect you.”

“I know,” you coo, peppering his face with kisses. “And you do. Always.”

“But” he simpers, his mouth lifting into a wicked grin as he takes your chin between his fingers.

“Another but,” you tease, but the lightness of the moment quickly transforms into one of anticipation and need when you see the look in his eyes.

“But I want to bend you over this table, fill you up, mark you inside and out so everyone knows you’re mine, darlin’.”

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[janaknandini-singh999]

Modern day Krishna (girl version)

- request by @ezs-diary <3

"Hello, bestieee hehe" a girl emerged practically out of nowhere behind her friend and cupped her eyes with her palms "Guess who it is!"

"Manmeet, stop! Let me study for the test!" she replied, frustrated

"Aww no, Radhya!" Manmeet came in front of her friend, smiled her ever shining smile and closed the book which her friend was reading so gently that she didn't even realize it. Manmeet whispered "All you need to be is studying my eyes and you shall find in them all answers that have ever existed."

Transfixed, Radhya stared. Manmeet blinked her deep brown doe eyes which were sweetly adorned in kajal and her ever deeper brown skin as radiant as ever. Her curls flying gently as if there was an eternal breeze around her and a kind of warm aura emanating and touching every part of the essence around her. She was wearing a simple yellow floral skirt, a peacock feather hair clip and a necklace of the full moon but put the sun and moon and all the stars to bow at her. She laughed and started quietly placing flowers in Radhya's hair, which also she had conjured up from God knows where, whispering "You have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. I shall start calling you Keshavi." Then in an instant, blushing but realizing what Manmeet was doing she smacked her shoulder lightly and said

"Yeah, right! Universal answers and pretty hair and flowers! You top the test anyway and just distract everyone else. Ugh. Just leave me alone!" Radhya walked away. Walked away before Manmeet had the chance to play that hypnotizing flute of hers or start to sing. Because once she started, Radhya would lose all control.

Manmeet just smiled and ran up to her, planting a kiss on Radhya's cheek, so gently it was merely a brush, and then giggled running away. Radhya blushed even more profusely but blurted out "You do this with everyone, na? Go on. Trick them all, boys and girls. But why are you dragging me into this?"

Manmeet smiled and turned around "Because I live in their hearts. But you live in mine, my love." and winked.

Radhya blinked and she disappeared just as instantly as she had came.

Radhya sighed. This girl was just.. something else. And then resolved her stride to where she was actually planning to go.

"Is everyone here?" Radhya called out

"Vaidharbi, here." A girl raised her hand

"Satrijiti." Another one

"Bhanuja." "Vrinda." "Satya."

There were at least 8 or more of them. Radhya raised her eyebrows and put down her fists on the table "Ok, good. Y'all my gang."

They were in the common practicing hall of the school and had congregated after being called by Radhya. Suddenly, an army of more many more girls rushed hurriedly inside. Looked like the whole batch was here now.

"I'm- we're so sorry to disturb but-- Manmeet is singing and we can't-" one of them spoke

Radhya nodded, empathizing and waved at them to come in

"Alright, so they have already mentioned the purpose we are here today: Manmeet. So, I'll start-"

"Umm, guys.." Vaidarbhi said, cutting in "I've got a confession to make. But so sorry to interrupt. After you, Radh."

Radhya went to her, smiling wistfully and closed her hand upon hers. "Nah, you speak first now that you've brought the attention. Everyone! Listen to Vaidi."

"Ok so.. oh, gosh. How do I say this-"

"If it helps, I have a confession to make too." Radhya whispered slowly but high enough for everyone to listen and then looked at everyone's faces because of the eerie silence. Nobody was curious or jumping like "omg, GOSSIP!" but on the contrary everyone's lips were sealed and their eyes revealed a horror that they wanted to say something too. Radhya was stunned.

"Umm...... guys, I THINK I'M into GIRLS. And in love with MANMEET!" Vaidarbhi suddenly bursted and her voice cracked "I just had to let this out I'm feeling so-"

Everyone stared, not saying anything, just as they had been frozen before. Then one of the other girls from the batch finally spoke up "BRO, SAME!? And Manmeet was the one who made me realize that!!? I'm IN LOVE WITH HER, TOO!"

She was met with a huge hue and cry of "NO WAYYY BECAUSE SAME!" "EXCUSE ME!? DID Y'ALL JUST READ MY THOUGHTS I-" "SHE ISS THE MOST GORGEOUS GIRL IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND SHE IS MINE." "NOOO, SHE'S MINE!" "MINE!"

Every single girl was not just coming out to each other because of Manmeet but pouncing at each other.

Radhya almost collapsed in the chaos but Vaidarbhi held her close. She stared at her friend and asked with her eyes "you, too?". Radhya nodded and mouthed "This is why I had called this meeting but-"

Loud as a lightning strike, someone stormed open the door. A boy with a ponytail, a fiercely delicate look and muscular built. It was Manmeet's protective elder brother Halveer.

"Hi girls, has anyone here seen my sister around?" He was trying his hardest not to sound furious but his husky voice bellowed, betraying him

"She was outside that's why we came in, Halveer bhaiya." Radhya answered on behalf of everyone else who had already been tearing themselves up but were now shaken by the sudden appearance of this hulk.

"Dear Lord, Manmeet is such a headache. Mom will kill me if I don't-- ugh-" he half muttered to himself, cursed under his breath and ran outside again

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw boys collapsed on the playground. Half dazed, half fainted and all of them had a long, drooling smile on their faces as if they had seen the most beautiful creature to ever exist but got turned to stone as soon they saw it. Each one was clutching a letter or chocolate or something in their hand on which it was written "To my Manmeet." Halveer shook his head and wiped his forehead, exasperated.

Manmeet was on a swing, sucking on lollipop. A boy was sitting on the grass below and sighing, wincing at touching his injured elbow and chin.

"What's up, Parth? Got in a fight again with that silly brother of yours?" Manmeet looked up at the sky and mumbled through the lollipop.

Parth sighed and shook his head. His white headband and biceps gleaming in the afternoon sun. "It's not that simple, Mann. Yes, he did beat me up. But he's my younger brother. I can't just hit him back. I need to.. talk it out. And... we are orphans. I don't want him to run away from the only family he has. I love him too much." Parth put his head in his hands and started sobbing.

Manmeet jumped off the swing and touched his head. He looked up with teary eyes, sniffing.

"Not gonna lie, babe. That's lowkey attachment. Not love. If you love him, you'll not fight him. You'll teach him. I don't mean to be harsh but it is the truth. You're one of the kindest souls I've ever come across and it's you who deserves wondeful parents. You must be thinking life is not fair.. and maybe sometimes it is not, I will agree for your sake. But it is also the greatest teacher and you, my bestie, are the greatest student I've ever seen as well. Everyone's life and circumstances are different and those who face difficulties more should have the determination even more to fight back and emerge stronger than ever. You don't have parents so it is your duty to be a good figure, a right guide to him. But you can't control if he leaves you in the end or not. But you can control your own actions towards him and make sure you're fighting for what feels right to you here" Manmeet gently placed her hand upon Parth's chest. "That's what counts when it's all over. So, uttho Parth! Aur," her digital watch chimed "oh-"

Manmeet lifted her bag and turned to go. "I've got someone to meet, honey. Catch ya later! Just let me know how it goes. I'll be be here, messing around and having fun. I'm always there for ya, you know that, right?"

Parth was speechless for a second then smiled at her.

"There you go! You're such a cutu when you smile, Parthu!" Manmeet bent to pull his cheeks, grinning and kissed his elbow and neck. "There now. Thank me tomorrow for this miracle when you feel better than ever! And-" she kissed the back of his hands "This will ensure that whatever you do with these warrior hands of yours, you are always lead on the right path!" Then caressing his temple, Manmeet closed her eyes as to transfer all her positivity and strength into him. Parth did already feel so more refreshed and stronger than ever. He smiled. Manmeet opened her eyes and smiled back, squeezing his hands.

"Aightyy then see ya! Ba- byee!" Manmeet waved at him and left, running and checking her watch.

Halveer was quick to search the playground. He found Parth there.

"Hey! Have you seen Manmeet?"

Parth was sitting frozen, but he blushed hard and smiled as soon as he heard that name. Halveer groaned, kicking the dust and ran off again. "That girl has stolen all of the food mom made for the guests today! WHERE DO I FIND HER NOW?!"

"SUDAMAAA!" Manmeet reached, panting

"Mannu?" Sudama quickly stood up from his place on the pavement. "Oh God, what are you doing here?" He rubbed the dust off his torn and shabby clothes and dared not to look at her, distancing himself "If anyone sees a girl like you with a dirty beggar like me then you can get away easily like you always do but I-"

"Oh, please." Manmeet huffed "Shut up with that beggar thing. You're my bestest friend. And you're gonna get out of here. I promise. But hush now, I've got something for you." She took out tiffins from her bag and opened them, delicious dishes filled in each. Sudama couldn't keep his eyes from slowly glancing towards it. His mouth watered and stomach growled.

"I- I can't."

"There are no 'can'ts' with me." Manmeet whispered as she pulled him close and hugged him. Sudama cried uncontrollably, he may have been a poor, stricken boy but being embraced by Manmeet, he felt the luckiest and happiest man on earth.

"Thank- Thank you so much, my best friend. I love you." he croaked and held her tighter

She fed him with her own hands and patted his cheeks

"I always love you MORE! MUAH!"

[mako-neexu]

guda-chan idol AU reverse harem + past life remembered AU that includes everything i ever want that caters to my needs, romaguda where romani secretly hides his crush on ritsuka as the school nurse but also hes a helplessly in love fan and absolutely does Not pour his savings into buying merch of her (da vinci and mash says its creepy for a 30s to do this, ritsuka doesnt think so and romani agrees), as the school nurse he really cares for her genuinely since for some reason, he feels soft towards her ever since meeting her- the girl having stumbled across an empty classroom he was using where they talked for a bit and he felt this closeness and familiarity towards her that he cant describe, and if he oversteps boundaries he'd do dogeza insantly, he would combust if ritsuka so much as holds his hand though,

kadoguda where kadoc doesnt care about her career, very chill friend ritsuka loves to hang out with, really likes the music that ritsuka makes since a majority of it is composed by her or the lyrics are by her when she's invited to help out on another artist, he likes her MVs, her voice, some of the animation she made by herself, hes impressed by her skill in art, and especially her being multilingual, wdyM she can converse in fluent russian with him?? where did she learn that???yes she can she even knows a few dead language and speaks it well. not sus at all. and also nonope he doesnt have a crush on her. he definitely doesnt volunteer to be the one to drag her to her bed to rest instead of practicing another dance routine.

also obeguda where oberon is an actor-seiyuu-singer and because they voiced two characters in a show called 'Avalon le Fae', another sequel to an ongoing anime series that was popular in japan and their characters' ship blew up locally and internationally, they did collabs sometimes, they were invited to do dramalogues, also to radio broadcasts, gameshows, talkshows together etc. hosts even try to ask the both of them if theyre dating but they always somehow dodge the topic. since oberon's character almost matches his own feelings during the avalon le fae voice recording session, he's surprised by ritsuka having immediately understood the assignment as "Master of Chaldea". the studio decided to pick the female Master this time to take over for the male Master. just a one time thing (but could change depending on people's views since the director of the entire series liked using male Master as much as possible for fanservice and bc shounen genre) so with Master of Chaldea being a girl this time, everyone is excited to see how it would play out. after all, female Master of Chaldea never got the chance to shine in the soptlight in the main story.

the way ritsuka voices 'Master of Chaldea' feels... raw, natural. she understood their pain as someone who has killed innocent worlds just for a chance at survival, she understood the burden of being a commander for ghosts who can kill her in an instant, she understood the weight of what 'Master of Chaldea' entailed in the entire series. theres a pleasant lilt to her voice when the moment is quiet in the scene, especially during her nightly conversations with the Fairy King who was the "only servant summoned in the lostbelt to help Chaldea" . her voice is strong and determined yet there is fear, there is that sense of "i have to move and save someone. i have to try even if it will be useless in the end. i have to try. i cant save everyone but i have to try." in her voice when someone dies, when someone is hurt, when someone close to her disappears. ritsuka's voice acting especially shines during the 'Lost Will' episode/scene. where she conveys 'Master of Chaldea's feelings as if it truly truly is her own. and either shes just really passionate or something about the character resonates with her. so this makes oberon watch her more carefully. avalon le fae also gives ritsuka the chance to befriend artoria again, who was the star (hehe) for this show despite being a little new to the entertainment world. and because ritsuka loves castoria no matter the world, ritsuka devotes every spare time she has into spending time with artoria. and artoria is almost always flustered bc wtf wtf fujimaru ritsuka is holding my hand?! she's kissing my cheek!? wtf do i do!?aaaaæåâa. ritsuka also teases oberon, which then leads to oberon breaking out of his princely facade to retort back because of course, no matter the world, only yakudou trio can mess with each other's masks and call each other out haha. in anycase, this AU's oberon is also looking for his titania in a way. and so with avalon le fae's story, it feels like ritsuka is constantly calling him out for real and not just towards his character but to himself too. maybe there is even a party...maybe a ball for the entire staff that lets oberon and ritsuka do a more intimate talk as just 'themselves'. they could even dance together which would fuel more rumors of them dating and also for my obeguda needs. oberon also notices she has so many very faint scars that can easily be covered up by makeup or photoshop which would allude to her past life but of course she keeps that knowledge secret. again, oberon's attention towards her is sharpened. her work as an entertainer with her multiple talents allows her to do maybe even thrice of what he usually does with his own roles and things only he can do. theres of course that natural enormous pressure she feels as an entertainer, multilinguist and artist, and also because she's only a 2nd year student, even she herself wouldnt know when to take a break and stop. naturally, there would be haters, people who think of her annoying, people who thinks she is a leech taking credit, people who think she's just sleeping her way through. there would even be some people trying to harass her or even try to ruin her. of course, she takes it all with a smile. and maybe at a fansign event, someone throws food at her as revenge for not replying to the fan in one of her tweets. but of course, she's strong. that's how she was even back then. this is no place to be weak. you dont deserve to show a sign of weakness or arrogance. you have to keep up with your image just like back then. instead, she's just forgiving which angers oberon. maybe obeguda also do a small commercial up in the mountains for filming, which naturally of course rains, ritsuka gets lost, knocked unconscious, oberon goes to get her despite other staff protests, when he finds her though its raining harder and he cant see but theres a small abandoned house nearby they could use for temporary shelter. they spend the time together warming themselves. augh fluff and angst moment basically but they talk more, there is more understanding...a majority of this post is basically obeguda now wtf.

for romaguda, i can think of ritsuka surprising romani with a really expensive slice of strawberry cake she gifts him with on a random day, romani tending to her injuries after she sprains herself and he catches her in time, ritsuka staying over at romani's place since she just missed the last train home. also romani doing his best to hide his merch of her as fast as he can with the unplanned visit from her. ritsuka also teasing him with 'roman-kun' as if they were classmates which would KO romani...then out of nowhere ritsuka one day hugs him tight on what was supposed to be a happy christmas for everyone. and she's just... really sad yet happy as she hugs him tight, (someone describing her expression to be 'romantic' back then). ritsuka tells romani how much she appreciates having him by her side and seeing him happy, living a relaxed life. of course, romani is confused but nonetheless he appreciates it and is flustered by ritsuka saying this. he doesnt know why she's suddenly soft towards him. softer than usual but he doesnt like seeing her look as if she was on the verge of tears. he doesnt truly know the answer until... he finds her sketchbook that was left in her classroom. he knows he shouldnt peek but hes curious... so he could just pretend that he didnt see it. her sketches are wild to say the least. theres somehow drawings of orleans in early century with... two identical women fighting with flags, companions and dragons, theres even rome drawn? she drew the argonauts? is that nightingale? she's cetainly scary.. theres even some knight of the round table too... was she a fan of myth and legend? then on the last page... romani sees an awfully familiar throne, with rocks floating about, black and red tendrils around stone white pillars, a huge band of light as well as... a man with white hair and dark skin but he couldnt see his face due to the man facing the throne, his hands stretched out into the sky as... rings float away from his grasp and there was ritsuka herself, drawn bloody and crying as she clutches at a massive shield on the ground and somehow.. somehow a pang of pain shoots right through him seeing this scene. he swallows. his hands grow weak, he carefully sets the sketchbook back on the table as he takes a moment to breathe. what was that? what was that? he doesnt know what to think except... it was familiar in a way he cant describe. nevertheless he looks back at the beautiful artwork again, this time seeing the cursive title and date "The Time of Parting has Come, He is the One who Lets Go of the World (12/25/20XX)" today, this piece was finished today, which was accomanied by ritsuka's signature under it. even though romani doesnt completely understand, he does understand the pain ritsuka was feeling when she hugged him earlier.

i also want to add edguda but i still have to think of what kind fo good position gankutsuou can take that allows him to be able to be close to her...

[hoshi-y]

Hey there love <3!

Great to know your exams are over :D... mine just began and I want to cry 😔... so before I'm too busy I wanted to request something ^^

So uhm chapter 96 right...? We all can see the communication problems between the minamoto Brothers...

SO What about Teru with an Exorcist s/o who's also been like a prodigy in Exorcism since young and like they're kinda childhood friends. But they however do better with handling their feelings and are more open minded , they get why Kou did what he did ( both of the brothers were wrong in their own ways) and so they help the brothers communicate better? Maybe they're with Teru when he's sulking, trying to comfort/ cheer him (up) and subtly explain that its kinda both parties fault and just overall help the two communicate better?

Kinda long but thats the request part...

NOW, I just want to say I love , love , love your writing (ik I've said it before , but its so good -)! I hardly know you but you seem like such an amazing person. Please eat, sleep , drink water and stay healthy. I hope you get alooooot of followers and you ace your exams <333

Hehe I know its random but I just wanted to let you know how amazing you are !

Please do feel free to ignore my request ! I will not mind at all.. take care!!! (Tried to be colorful heh :>)

💗

Loosen Up a Bit

genre : Fluff

Character : Minamoto Teru

TW : None

A/N : AWWWW IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE MY DOOKIE WRITING AWHSHHWHAH PLEASE DO DRINK, EAT, AND SLEEP ALOT ASWELL AND TY!!! This was a very colorful request and I like it Hehe, Sibling fight what I like to see HWHAHAHA

Also I'm sorry it took so long to do your requests, Projects and requirements keep pilling in 😞

I hope you enjoy 💗

I should apologize..

You and Teru have been childhood friends ever since kindergarten

both of you got along VERY WELL as you were also an exorcist

He found out about it when he saw you exorcist a supernatural pretending to be an old lady causing harm around the playground

After he witnessed that he would bug you to come and exorcist

which you gave in obviously

Months turned into years

and you two were in 1st year of high school when you guys fell inlove and became a couple

You absolutely adored his younger siblings and would absolutely break when you see them fight

which they wouldn't do so often

but this time, Teru and Kou had a massive fight leading to them giving each other silent treatments

so you marched up to his room in hopes you can persuade Teru and Kou to talk

Teru sulked as he wrapped his blanket over his head watching everyone play with fireworks just outside his window

"Hmp.. What is this? They are all having fun without me.." Teru watched as Yashiro lit another one making Tiara shout in joy watching the sparks come out

As he continued to watch, he heard a soft knock on the door "Teru? Come outside, don't coop yourself in your room too much.." He perked up to hear your soft voice, He got up and opened his door and pulled you in hugging you "W-woah hey bud calm down" You softly raked his blonde hair

After you guys went to the near shore to bring back Aoi and Hanako, He and Kou had a massive fight which turned into them slightly giving each other silent treatments. But you know Kou wasn't like that, He even tried to give him snacks and candy but he didn't know how to approach and start a conversation with his older brother. And here we are, a sad lonely Teru watching everyone have fun without him

You sighed "Teru.. You need to go down there and talk with Kou.. Giving each other silent treatment is not the way to go" Convincing him was never easy, he is very stubborn. He dragged you down with him down his bed as he cuddled up to you hiding his face on your neck, making you turn to all kinds of shades of red

You tried to calm yourself down

"Teru"

You were met with silence as you sighed. "I mean, it's both your faults anyway.. You two need to communicate and clear the air, okay?" He wasn't budging "Teru.. Sulking like this won't make Kou come up here and instantly talk with you" He finally looked up, he looked tired. "I understand what I did was.. Selfish and very wrong of me.. But I did it because I wanted to keep him safe"

"Safe by hurting and lying to him?"

"Okay I admit that wasn't right either"

"None of what you did back there was right."

Teru groaned as he hid under the covers, You were about to say something but heard another knock on the door, You got up despite Teru saying and begging for you not to go. You opened the door and came face to face with Kou, Holding a plastic bag with a bunch more food

'Why is the younger brother the one persuading the older brother..'

"Hello Kou, are you here to talk with your brother?" You leaned on the door frame as he nodded slowly, You stepped aside signaling that he can come in, Kou let himself in as he eyed his older brother hiding under the sheets

"Do you two want me to give you so space?"

"No" Both Teru and Kou answered at the same time making both go silent, you sighed heavily as you sat down on Teru's swivel chair "I hope you both know that both of you were in the wrong.." Teru sat down on his bed as Kou looked down

"We know.. And Teru-nee.. I'm sorry"

"No Kou, I should be the one who's sorry.."

Without them noticing, you slipped away from the room and quietly closed the door. This conversation needs to be between them and only them, you can't just sit there and akwardly watch them apologize to each other

What seemed like minutes you left his room, Kou finally got Teru to come out and have fun with everyone else

"Well, done sulking I assume president?" Akane jokingly said but Teru zapped him "Teru"

"Oh dear, I didn't see you there [F/N]" He laughed a little as you sighed

Everyone was having a blast having fun, Heck you guys even had a barbecue that wasn't even planned to bring him down

"[F/N], Can you come with me for a moment?" You were about to bite into one of Kous delicious barbecue but stopped "Sure Teru" You got up and walked up to him, He held ypur hand as he brought to a part of his house where no one can hear or see them

"Woah hey what are we doing here?" Teru hugged you and kissed your cheek "Thank you for cheering me up and helping me talk with Kou again.. After we came back from the near shore it has been akward between us.." You ruffled his hair "Of course love.. I hate to see my two favorite brothers fighting you know" You flicked his forehead making him whimper in pain "Next time, be careful with your words or I'll cut that tongue of yours"

He chuckled "Wooww.. Scary.." He held your face up to him with his hand as he stared at your pretty [E/C] Eyes

As if time had stopped, all the background noise became muffled and the only thing that was moving was the both of you

"I love you.. [F/N]"

"I love you too Teru" You giggled as leaned in to get a taste of your sweet soft lips

HELLO I'M RLLY RLLY SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO DO YOUR REQUEST, I was unmotivated and not feeling myself for days making it difficult for me to do requests 😭

[jingerhead]

hiya! prompt idea??? i got a notification about the queer prom in my area and that immediately made me think of high school andreil. either them coming from different high schools meeting at the prom for the first time, established relationship going to escape their homophobic school, OR my favorite; loner andrew pining for jock neil who “must be straight,,,, right?” and then having an aneurysm when he sees him there. anyways, do with this what you will, i just think there is so much potential for my awkward murder babies :,)

OH anon that is just so wonderful that that exists in the first place, I'm so happy! I wish I could've gotten to go to a queer prom omg. I also think that idea is just perfect, I too am a sucker for the 'loner Andrew pining for jock Neil' trope. Literally perfect.

There is so much potential here, so I wrote a little thing :) I hope you enjoy the tiny drabble, thank you so much for the idea!! It's beautiful, and I REALLY want to go to a queer prom now hehe.

~*~

Andrew wasn’t sure what sufficed for a queer prom, but he definitely should’ve gone into it with less expectations. The event was taking place in a restaurant in the village that was equipped more for birthday parties than school dances, but the fact that it existed at all was “a win”, at least according to Nicky. There were streamers hung in waves on the ceiling, balloon arches and neon lights that flashed along with the music being played from speakers. In total there had to be at least forty kids in the place, all from different schools around the area.

Somehow, Andrew had been talked into coming along. Between Nicky’s nagging about how he never had a queer prom when he was in high-school (as if he was thirty or something) and Renee mentioning going once, Andrew ended up renting a suit and going. Most of the people there were couples, but some seemed to be friend groups having the time of their lives. Renee had gone off to dance with her girlfriend, leaving Andrew alone with the desserts he’d grabbed from the free snack table.

He wasn’t uncomfortable in crowds, but preferred to stick alone. The one person Andrew really hung around at school was his twin brother and Renee, uninterested in pursuing any friendships that wouldn’t last past the next two years. But this place was stuffy and loud, and Andrew had finished his last brownie, so he decided to head out one of the exits to take a smoke break in the empty alley next to the restaurant.

The music was still audible from where he was leaning against the brick wall, but it was muted and less irritating. Andrew felt himself calm the longer he was alone, slowly taking drags from his cigarette and letting the nicotine wash through him. He should really just leave after this, because Andrew wasn’t interested in trying to find a hookup tonight and Renee didn’t need him to drive her home. He should go back to the house, get the unopened rocky road ice cream in the freezer and spend the rest of his night watching shitty movies in his pajamas.

The door further down the alley opened suddenly, bringing Andrew out of his thoughts. He watched as a guy walked out and entered the alleyway, pausing when he noticed Andrew standing there as well. Andrew blinked in surprise when he noticed it was Neil Josten standing there, dressed in an all-black ensemble of dress pants, a button up and loosened tie. 

Star striker Neil Josten. Exy junkie from the high-school varsity team. Practically the jock of all jocks that Andrew had snuck glances at in the hallways. And during lunch. And in shared classes. Especially gym class. Not that it mattered, because exy-junkie-ultimate-jock Neil Josten couldn’t be anything but straight.

Right?

“Hi,” Neil said, walking down the alley.

“Hm,” Andrew hummed, busying himself with taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Air?” Neil asked.

Andrew hummed again. Neil kept standing where he was, just a couple of steps away, leaning on one leg and staring. “Who made you come?” Andrew asked before he could stop himself.

“Why did someone have to make me?” Neil asked, falling against the wall. Andrew was very aware of the few inches of space between them. 

“Here with a boyfriend, then?” he managed to get out, bringing his cigarette between his lips so that he wouldn’t say anything else.

“No,” Neil said through a soft snort. He held out a hand that Andrew placed a fresh cigarette in, handing over his lighter a moment later. Neil lit it and held it between his fingers, seeming far more interested in breathing than smoking.

“Why, then?” Andrew asked before he could stop himself.

“Last time I checked, being ace is a queer identity,” Neil said after blowing some smoke into the air. He had a challenging look in his eyes, like he was daring Andrew to say otherwise.

But there was nothing to argue with in the first place. “Yes,” Andrew agreed, unable to look away from Neil, studying the way his eyes matched the sky.

Neil seemed pleased with the answer, closing his eyes and tipping his head back against the brick of the wall. “You?”

“Hm?”

“Here with a boyfriend?”

“No,” Andrew answered. He focused on smoking the rest of the cigarette in his hand, finally stubbing it out on the brick near his hip and tossing the remains on the dirty floor. Neil did the same just seconds later, and the two breathed together as the sun slowly set, the sky getting darker with every minute.

“I’m bored,” Neil said, taking a step away. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at Andrew, who did anything but stare back. “Hungry?”

Honestly he wasn’t, but Andrew said, “Yes.”

“There’s a place not too far that has a midnight breakfast menu,” Neil explained. He started to lead the way out of the alley with Andrew right behind him, heading towards the parking lot. “They have great milkshakes, too.”

It sounded amazing. “I’ll drive.”

[prsk-krow]

Well, we gotta to get the whole gang together now!

(Mizuki x Reader) Mizuki tricks you into going to a clothing shopping spree at the mall because you pulled a Kanade and decided wear the same, dull clothes whenever you two saw each other.

How evil of her.

{Shopping spree with Mizuki and dully clothed reader!}

Hmhm... Perhaps, this is the moment I had been waiting for since I began to write here... Heehee, Caw.

Since Mizuki became your friend, they always tended to tease you for your lame style of clothes. They couldn't help it! Just like with the shut-in of their group, it was quite something to see someone with the exact same clothes every single day... Because yes, they noticed fast!

However, every time the topic of buying clothes for you came up, you tended to dismiss it for some comfort or simplicity related excuse. Usually it was fun for them to hear whatever you came up with this time, but there were times when they thought that your stubbornness could be a little annoying...

Today, that was about to end, and Mizuki had a plan to see to it that it was done! You were used to their normal, upfront way of asking for basically anything, so when they suddenly messaged you for a 'surprise', you couldn't help but be intrigued... So you headed to the location.

You arrived at the middle of a plaza under their instructions, however, their messages never gave you any answers, only more directions to follow and cryptic coldness. It was weird, but you just assumed that they were trying to creep you out by acting unnaturally. You couldn't just let them get the better of you, so you fearlessly played along!

You headed inside a restaurant, a gamer shop, a furniture shop, another restaurant, and an accessories shop, all the while those texts they sent you were looking more and more like a kidnapper's orders to confirm your obedience and to stall for time. You were far too stubborn to stop, however, and you headed for the next seeming unimportant location they suggested; the clothing's shop right behind you.

You passed through the front doors per their command, and walked inside as far away from them as possible, per their command. It was there that they finally took action, coming out of hiding, grabbing your arm deceptively strongly and smirking at you with a smug look only they could pull off!

"Ahahaha, what an obedient partner I have! You followed my instructions so perfectly! Or, did you? I don't really know, I wasn't looking. Hehe, your responses after every accomplished task made everything SOOO much easier for me! And now, look around you! It's my favorite clothing shop in the area! So beautiful, so big, so... CUTE!! And now I have you here, in my grasp! There's only one thing to do now, riiight~?"

You literally just walked into an open near trap willingly, and you felt utterly disgraced, as Mizuki enjoyed their absolute victory. You couldn't keep track of the time as they held onto your arm firmly and dragged you from stand to stand as they puts you next to almost every outfit they take interest in, which turns out to be more than 3/4 of the shop. Their smirk never faded from their face throughout the day, not even once.

Then, out of those more than 3/4, they take almost every single one of them and drags you to a changing room, where you basically become a human mannequin for their amusement and pleasure! They, sadly, also take too many photos. Your legs actually started to get slightly tired from standing and walking so much, as they cheered and cooed, and giggled to their heart's content!

However, once they showed you the photos, you were left speechless. That honestly didn't look like you! Now you understood why they nagged you so much about your outfits, the new ones changed your appearance so drastically that it was almost like a different person was looking at you in your photos!

"See?? See!? What have I been telling you all these weeks?? Your body and face have so much potential to be paired up with the most cute of sets there exist in the world!! You were just too stubborn to listen to me and give me a chance! So, as payback, you're gonna help me choose whatever you're gonna bring back home. Because you're NOT leaving if we don't buy you at least 10 of these!"

You took the chance to sit and rest as you both decided which ones out of the pile of clothes you should buy. As much as they wished to buy them all, they didn't have the guts to ask for you to pay half, especially since this was completely their idea. And besides, the less clothes you bought, the more you'd want to return to buy the rest! It was devilish, and they weren't ashamed!

After paying for the suits that you chose after so much whining and indecisiveness of their part, and you headed home with them, their radiating energy definitely making you regret not coming here sooner. Besides, now they would use this event to tease you even more for sure, especially the part of your obedience... You could already tell from the smirk that was back on their face far too easily.

Wait... So you regretted not listening to them, yet that's because you obeyed them so thoroughly... Somehow, Mizuki was also able to throw your train of thoughts into disorder with ease as well. 2 sneaky 4 you.

So... Here they are! Probably one of the biggest reasons why I seriously considered making this blog a legit thing, is them. Them... Probably my favorite prsk character. Caw.

[apocalypse-weekend]

For the fallout OC ask game !!

Rivers : 10, 19, 21 and 24

Cobalt: 7, 19, 20 and 24

Sorry for asking for two different characters but hehe ^^ I'm interested !!!!

It's okay!! I'm always super excited to talk about my oc so no worries!

7. Do they wish they lived before the war / could go back to life before the war?

Cobalt feels conflicted on it. on one hand he'd give absolutely anything to see his wife again and be able to actually witness Shaun growing up but at the same time he knows if he was able to go back he probably would've never met anyone he did after he woke up, so it's hard. If that makes sense.

10. What language(s) do they speak?:

Rivers can speak both English and Spanish!

19. Who (or what) are they emotionally closest to?

Rivers is probably closest to my other ocs Charlotte and Odette. Odette/Courier Five was his best friend at the Mojave Express (she was also the one who taught him to play the harmonica :33) and then he met Charlotte in Goodsprings after getting shot and became really good friends with her as well over the course of the game! Object wise he's really attached to his revolver, he's had it for almost his entire life and he can't imagine not having it. It's the basis of his trade with Benny after Fortification Hill actually, not only is it meant as a way to stop one of them running off because they have an item of importance for the other but it also is kind of meant to show how much trust Rivers is giving Benny. Ya know?

Cobalt is an interesting situation, pre-war definitely his wife for obvious reasons. Post-war though I'd have to say he's closest to Preston! For objects he does have a really big attachment to both his wife's ring and things bought for Shaun before the war. He keeps Shaun's nursery kept as well as possible after the war, something about it brings him comfort.

20. Who do they consider to be their family?

After the war I think Cobalt would consider Codsworth family 100%, Shaun after the reveal would be.. hard but he would forever see him as a son. I think he'd kind of work out a funky little found-family type thing with a few of the companions. Namely Preston, though I could see him being close with Piper and Nick. Same deal with another oc of mine, Cassidy.

21. Do they travel alone or with a companion?

accidentally answered 22 instead of 21 oopsies, anyways here's the actual question!

Rivers travels with a companion! He mostly travels with Charlotte, though I could see him dragging Arcade or Raul everywhere too. He 100% travels with Rex too, he always wanted a dog and so he's pretty fucking excited to have Rex around. I imagine it like he and The King have joint custody of him or something lol.

24. Do they have a romantic partner or partners?

I am forever a multishipper so the answer isn't exact but both of them have a solid "canon" partner in some capacity.

Rivers has a weird little thing with Benny, it's not exactly a serious committed deal but they certainly get it on. Rivers is also super mega gay for Arcade. I think he'd want something serious with either or both if given the chance though.

Cobalt is dating Preston, I think they'd be cute together also they remind me of each other in a way. (I am also in love with Preston). Though I think he'd get along with Hancock too if ya know what I mean nudge nudge wink wink

[jils-things]

JILLLL‼️ TACKLES YOU TO THE GROUND HELLOO... ask game 3, 7, 9, 10, 16 for Mrs. Jaide Stone please 🫶🩷 I know u already ramble a lot abt her and I probably already know almost everything, but I WANNA HEAR U RAMBLE STILL

GOODNESS GRACIOUS THAT IS A LOT. A LOOOOT. you trying to study her like a lil specimen for real and you know what. ill take that because she is nothing short of SMALL DETAILS she is so special to ME THANK U

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self insert?

let's go with gold first, of course, hehe. gold has witnessed her change a lot, she used to be very playful with gold - rollerskating and skateboarding together in the park. she was not as refined as she is today and she's certainly rough around the edges when she was younger! he loves her for being able to find time to play with him even as an older sister (who can be busy). he's aware that she's changed so much but it doenst change the fact he still knows her deep down and loves her regardless. he's usually very relaxed with her, but he also knows when not to step on the "you are fucked" territory but he still does anyway lol because she will. probably be a little irritated by him HDFJKSAHJSFAHHAA just because theyre close doesnt mean she doesnt drag him out of danger and reprimand all the time 😭😭😭its tough love and big sister energy this is normal.

sapphire ADORES her. she looks up to her, sees her as her guardian and she sometimes goes to her for comfort when it comes to emotions because she's pretty bad at controlling them, especially romantic feelings. jaide sees a lot of herself in sapphire and does her best to counsel her and push her to the right path :3 sapphire picks up wild berries for her!

i wanna mention wallace here because hes so funny to me for being closely connected to steven and ruby ok listen. jaide is like. hoooly shit. you are the flashiest man alive. what the fuck. (<- in her mind). ruby is such a big wallace fan. ruby would go to his mom and go mommmm mom i really look up to wallace i wanna be just like him and his ability to make pkm.n ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS. ruby would show her how he looks like and shes like. oh..... ruby youre not gonna dress like that are you (SLASH LH IM REFERRING TO HIS ORAS OUTFIT ITS JUST SO FUNNY TO ME, LOOK IT UP) AND WALLACE IS CLOSE FRIENDS WITH STEVEN SO IMAGINE STEVEN GOING LIKE "honey i have a good friend of mine who has helped me a lot in the past. it would mean a lot to me if you met him too!" AND ITS WALLACE ASDJFAHFKSAGHSDDKJSDGJAS SORRY THIS HAS BEEN A RUNNING JOKE FOR ME I HAD TO MENTION IT. I PROMISE YOU I LIKE WALLACE AND EVEN MORE IN POKEMAS HES SO SWEET ASFSHDFSDJKHSDKJA

7. would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

GOOD GRIEF LITTLE KNOWN FACT ABT ME AHSFDKGFDSGHSA I ALMOST FELL FOR PO.KESPE!BILL (YES THE ONE NERO IS KISSING) HAFSDJGHGDS BUT I RESTRAINED MYSELF LMAOOO so i guess i will associate him with that????? (THEY NEVER EVEN MET. CRACKSHIP TERRITORY LETS GO) i do wonder who would look cute next to madam stone however i would love to hear it sahsfdsajhf (no dont say riley im saving him AEHM) maybe himbos would cute next to her idkkk wiwiw guys help me find a cute crackship HEAUHAHAHAHHAA

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

AAIAUAUAUUU PROFESSOR SY.CAMORE!!!!!!!!!! WIWIWIWIWI (MY DAD IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE SHHH) steven has interacted with him in the anime and i loved it smmm huhu and they both have the common interest in mega stones and i think steven would take her with him to ka.los to meet sy.camore and they would get along very well!!! i think s.ycamore would be such a tease abt jaide being steven's wife ahuhuhu and he'd say stuff to make steven embarrassed. "dear jaide, did you know your - heh, husband steven tends to go on a daze when i mention your name? he's so fond of you that he had to bring you all the way here, huh?" and then he chuckles. STEVEN IS GONNA HAVE A WORD WITH HIM LATER 💥💥💥💥💥JAIDE ONLY LEARNED THIS TODAY AND WILL PROBABLY THINK OF THIS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY

can i say maroon hallo 🤓🤓🤓 NO BUT LIKE WWUWWAAA they are definitely best friends in my eyes, theyre both mothers and their son/brother are close with each other!!! how can i ignore that?!?!? maroon would always give her nice pastries for jaide and her family to eat - lots of well wishes from each other and i imagine jaide would occasionally visit ka.nto (since she also goes to jo.hto to say hi to her ma and brother) and they would just find a lot of solidarity with each other <333 heck i can even imagine if gold decided to visit silver and kris at maroon's place and jaide would call her and ask to watch over him wiwiiw JUST. MOMS BEING FRIENDS WWWWWW

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

AFJMSAKLGFSJGHSAFJSDFKSALGAS NUMBER ONE CONTENDER GOLD AGAIN GOTRDAMNIT GOLD WOULD NOT LIKE STEVEN AT FIRST because he thought he was a part of team rocket (he has the money, he wears an all black suit, something all team rock.et members wear, and gold's dumb brain thinking this makes sense to him) HES SO OVERPROTECTIVE TRUST ME ESP IN THE DATING PHASE DUDE WILLGET SO MAD IF JAIDE SAYS SHES GOING TO HO.ENN "no you are not talking to that blue haired kid" (aha reference) but is his complaining gonna stop? no <3 and then they get married and ruby is gold's nephew and now hes crying. whos winning huh? and whos the clown? gold. thank you.

eventually gold does warm up to steven and finds him to be a very fun battling rival,,, also would probably ask for cash because brother in law privilege i guess. LMFAO. yk steven doesnt mind that actually. jaide has told steven about her family so he knows when to be serious with him or not. he's a good man :3

overall i think many would not actually know about steven's love life because he's private about it. only certain people know about it (the dex.holders, jaide's/steven's family and friends, and zinnia unfortunately) steven is protecting her identity and he wants it that way because he's famous in ho.enn for many reasons. especially for the fact that he has a family, he's very protective of ruby because of the past events that occured and he hopes it wont happen again and it wont be exploited. the only tip of the iceberg knowledge that the public would know is that hes married, he has a child, thats all. heck, i bet people think it would be easy to spot steven's child for his classic blue hair BUT PLOT TWIST RUBY INHERITED 90% OF JAIDES DNA

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

jaide stone almost adopted blake (b.w2) before i settled with ilynne being connected to blake. cant believe nero called him blake stone once 💥💥💥💥 WAHUSAHUHFHSHFHSA

[insertmesoftly]

Me: Haha Im gonna finish the new chapter in time :D

Stranger Things Vol. 2: No

Me, also: Hehe that one off goth character of mine is just for humor and wild shenanigans. They protect Eddie like a guard dog.

Stranger Things Vol. 2: Protect him, eh? How well?

:'D

More thoughts under the cut, including my thoughts on Eddie's death and more on the Goth Oc saving Eddie's ass. (They're still unnamed lmao)

Anyways, I knew it. I knew they wouldn't keep Eddie, they didn't give him enough screentime, enough to flesh him out with the group like they did Robin, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT BUT WHAT STILL CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD WAS HOW FUCKING DUMB THEY KILLED HIM.

I honestly expected his playing his guitar to be the way he goes out. Like, playing until he died, fighting off Vecna's hold on someone, maybe doing it for Chrissy in an attempt to get the souls he claimed back. I WANTED HIM TO GO DOWN IN A COOL, LEGENDARY WAY, DOING WHAT HE LOVED. BUT NOOOO, STUPID FUCKING BATS AND STUPIDLY DECIDING TO FIGHT THEM WHEN REALISTICALLY, RUNNING WOULD BUY WAY MORE TIME! YOU'RE NOT A GOOD FIGHTER, EDDIE, IM SORRY! YOU COULD HAVE RUN OUT THE CLOCK!!!! AUGH!!!!!

But uh, more on the Oc saving Eddie, my thoughts are just. They're faster than Dustin at figuring out what Eddie's doing and they are not having it. They don't even consult Dustin, they just take the chair and jump. Dustin tries following after and mayhaps gets the injury, but either way, Oc isn't sticking around, they booked it. (sorry Dustin, you're still my fave.)

They find Eddie just as he's trying to heroically fight and drag him along to keep running. But, because angst, Eddie trips anyways and with the distance between them and the Demo-Bats being so close, he orders them to just leave. They don't.

They end up fighting together for just a bit, but come on, the bats are still too much. Eddie gets caught first, swooped to the ground, but before the bats can fully pin him, Oc is on them, beating them from his limbs and pretty much cocooning him with their body on top of him. Eddie keeps trying to push them away as bats attack them both from all angles but they refuse to.

Eddie was their best friend. The only one to give them a place to be themself, the one that encouraged their creativity and never shunned their sporadic behavior, the leader they looked up to, their best friend. They remind him about the first day they met through screams as Demo-Bats tear their flesh. He's their captain. They'd give anything for him.

They both get a few chunks taken out, especially Eddie's legs which were left unprotected in the cocoon lol, but the time they bought by running more, fighting longer together, and both taking damage, their wounds aren't as fatal. Still bad, but not die-worthy.

They live. And now Oc gets to have new scars they can parade around while Eddie gets to see his dad again and the duo still lives in hiding.

Badum Tiss, this has been another insertmesoftly self indulgent comic and idea, I'm sorry, I'll get back to work on RTKYH now, I'm so sorry 😭 I cannot control the hyperfixation god fucking damn it.

[writernopal]

Magic System Inspiration Tag

Thank you @autumnalwalker for the tag! See their post here. (It was such a fun read, def check it out!)

Tagging @captain-kraken @mariahwritesstuff and anyone else that wants to share more about their magic systems!

Rules: List the inspiration(s) for your WIP's magic system and, if you want, go into detail.

I will admit that I dragged my feet on this one mostly because my magic system is quite baby and tends to morph as I write it. I call As A Stranger Or A Friend's magic system "medium" magic because I don't feel like it falls strictly into the camp of "hard" or "soft" (borrows aspects from both systems).

I'll list the general aspects about the magic system in AASOAF and the inspiration/author's notes for each one below the cut! There are a lot more specific magics/rules that apply to particular characters, but some are spoilers, so I won't cover those here hehe.

Magic, on the whole, is not forbidden/outlawed; however, there are some schools of magic that are more frowned upon than others, which depending on the group/faction, may be considered taboo.

In AASOAF, magic is more like a "liveness" marker, so anything living has the ability to channel magic. By that principle, it makes no sense to outlaw it because it would basically be like trying to outlaw breathing haha.

The inspiration/concept for this comes from Divinity Original Sin II wherein all being have something called Source, a finite amount of lifeforce (unless you're Godwoken then the rules are a little different). In DOSII, when beings are drained of this, they die.

That's not exactly how it works in AASOAF, in the sense that magic can't be drained from an individual, but there is a cost to using and relying on magic. The effect this has on the individual varies based on their constitution (the general term, not talking about CON pts like in DnD) and the type of magic they practice. This is where the frowned upon schools come into play, generally referred to as "black magic". These magics leave physical marks on the user's body and eventually take limbs, much like frostbite would (hence the name black magic).

Evidence of this can be seen on Fay's hands and wrists, which over time have blackened to the color of ink due to her heavy reliance on it. Other markers of this are permanent rune etchings on the user. Runes are ephemeral in AASOAF so having one stick around isn't a good sign.

Magic isn't considered to be a violent force (note, this doesn't mean it can't be used to commit acts of violence)

This one has a lot of not inspirations haha, too many to list tbh (video games, web comics, shows, movies etc) but I've never liked that magic, something that to some degree or another is not completely understood, would be so plainly characterized as "violent". And in the world of AASOAF, when it is part of what makes up all living beings, it just wouldn't make sense to deem it as such. As a note, I never mention this explicitly in the text (ie, a character never explains it to the reader) this is intentional, to convey that magic is ubiquitous, expected, and very much a part of daily life.

There are different types of magic: elemental, spatial, healing, and psychic, to name a few.

Direct inspiration for this is X-Men and Naruto haha. I LOVE the variety of mutant powers and jutsus the different characters of those series have! One of my ALL TIME favorite things is getting to see those really epic battle scenes where characters can combine/complement each other's abilities! They always give me goosebumps and anytime I develop characters it's something I take into consideration. It's very creatively fulfilling for me and also makes for some really interesting scenes, even if the abilities themselves are not super powerful/cool-looking. Also from a plotting standpoint, it makes sense (to me) to limit the abilities a character has otherwise they end up OP and there is no fun in that.

The methods of 'expanding' magic can vary.

In AASOAF, individuals are all born with the ability to channel magic, but like any ability (think strength, endurance, etc) it starts at a base level and can be honed, in this case through a mechanism called Expansion.

The base level that individuals are born with varies, so some people have a very high base, like Priestesses of Shanta and Dreamers. Others have a very low base, like IRL people. Those who have a low base will get minor bursts of it here and there, often cited as feeling like goosebumps or the sensation like someone is watching them.

Regarding the concept of Expansion, this comes directly from my own experiences with weightlifting, running, and yoga as well as skill trees like the ones in Skyrim! Basically, to get stronger, to run farther, to be more flexible, you need to put in consistent practice and progressively push yourself just outside of your comfort zone (ie to failure). So, for individuals who have a high base, they will need more complicated training/practice to Expand, while individuals who have a low base might need a lot less and will see drastic leaps in improvement.

However, there is a way to cheat the system, via a mechanism called Consumption. This can occur through worship, pacts, or rituals in service to higher beings. These can be gods, spirits, demons, and special beings called Patrons/Matrons. That said, Consumption, like black magic, comes with costly side effects.

[serica-e]

Ship game thing India x Rome >:3 IndiRome

Kinda was hoping someone would ask this because I did want to do something with them 😉 thank you!

Thanks to my friends (you lmao and Tianshi!) for helping me with India's character!

~ who gives forehead/nose kisses?

Hmmm both of them, I can see them both doing these small affectionate acts all throughout the day hehe, like even if the other is in another room, one of them will go there and kiss kiss

~ who gets jealous the most?

Neither! I see their relationship as very casual, but Bharat might feel a bit prideful when he feels the eyes on his lover knowing Romulus loves him, and viceversa, Romulus also feels the same, they are both very attractive let's be real

~ Takes care of on sick days

Hehe I can see Bharat being very caring when Roró is sick, in return Romulus really tries to overcompasate the care when Bharat gets sick as well XD

~ Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

Bharat gets spared because like Alrik he is a mountain and will simply not get convinced to do something no matter how much he insists, but he definetely does it with Romulus even taking him bridal style if needed nknk

~ Brings the other lunch at work

Romulus does (because then again he works at home) and Bharat absolutely adores it, Romulus puts his whole being in the lunches he makes as well!

~ Tries to start role-playing in bed

Bharat stats usually but it turns silly very quickly so it's more likely they do not have sex lol jvb

~ Embarrassingly drunk dancer

Hmmmm kinda not sure for this one, I will say Roró but Bharat absolutely indulges him, might even record him to keep the memory afterwards, he thinks it's cute while Romulus is very much embarrassed.

~ Firmly believes in couples costumes

Neither of them tbh but like as persrome they can match.

~ Makes the other eat breakfast

Hehe I think rather than making him eat the breakfast Bharat wakes Romulus up so they can cook something together, no laziness!.

 ~ Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas:   / - buys the most expensive gifts

Bharat spoils Romulus so much me thinks

~ Remembers anniversaries

Bharat pays a lot of attention on anniversaries!! Which inspires Romulus to also pay more attention to them as well but still they are very casual, so except some romantic words or event not a lot is done

~ Brings up having kids first

Romulus which Bharat promptly answers "let's take this slow, love"

~ Kills the bugs

Once again Roró is a loser so Bharat, but I think he would not kill them like Alrik, unless he is mad, then he might not pay much attention to the bug's life

~ First to define them as a couple

Bharat not only defines them as a couple but also defines persrome as a couple as well, thanks king.

~ who snorts when laughing

Romulus once again, I think Bharat's laugh is very subtle and calm, but sometimes he does fall in more boastful laughter as well, especially thanks to Romulus and his contagious laughter

[antimatterz]

Enyo! Thank you for the kind good luck you sent in your reply. My Dan Heng is getting stronger. I just maxed some of his relics and he started dealing 2000 damage. I don't know what to say but I am happy. I want to pat him in the head and praise him and the others for doing their best today. And welcome to the team Sushang! I finally decided to level her up after I lost Tingyun to her in Jing Yuan's banner.

Also, the fic made me melt especially Blade's. He sounds so cute in it. It makes me want to tease him. Not only him but also Dan Heng. Sampo is all over you and embarrassing you one way or another with his loud dramatic comments to even tease him. I don't think I can tease Jing Yuan, I'll be too busy blushing at him just existing. Him smiling as soon as he sees you online again, that soft and gentle look in his eyes and you're at loss of words.

I’m delighted that you got inspired with that random musing. I just can't help think of them being “alive” and hearing you through the screen. Me who thinks that my stuffs toys are alive, I might as well delude myself that they have “life”. And the delusion worsens when something out of the ordinary happens with your favorite character and you think they are responding to you in some way.

Maybe it's just a stroke of luck for my Dan Heng but he needs to take responsibility for dragging me to Honkai Star Rail. This man did not only made me dream of him but also made me fall for his looks, his voice, voice overs, and something about him being knowledgeable and his reserved personality. I guess, I found my ideal type already. I can't help but stress that he came home thrice as I prayed he'll come home — imagine pulling on a 5 star banner for a 4 star character. That's me too on Silver Wolf's banner when I saw Dan Heng in it. So, I don't know how to feel if he leaves the astral express when he becomes Imbibitor Lunae. I might still be able to play him, yes, but I feel sad thinking about it. Wahhh...

ooh yes i remember being so proud when dan heng hit his first 1k ! i yelled about it to my friends who don't even play hsr? they were like enyo chill out who even is dan heng 😭 ( which resulted in me spamming them with pictures ofc ) and aaa i feel you !! sometimes i randomly praise them when they do good damage, let me be delusional and pretend they can hear me ok ? and ooh is sushang a good ? i got her e6 as i was pulling for tingyun and i'm like, should i use her ? the fact that she summons a whole angry chicken is so funny shdhjs

i'm glad you liked it ! it was kinda written for you since you inspired me to write it hehe. i had so much fun imagining this scenario with them ( and i already got a follow-up request on this so i'm not done with this self aware au ^^ )

okay but i do that too ? the entire life stories my plushies have to hear on a daily basis is insane but i can't help it they're such good listeners lol. we can be delusional together nonnie, it's okay !

i'm the same,, i've been playing genshin since release and my brother one day went like "yo the developers of genshin brought out a new game, did you already download it ?" and i was like nahh but i got curious, did some research, saw dan heng and was like DUDE i'm gonna play this game,, and then i found out he was one of the free characters and i think i ascended from happiness sjdjfh he's just so perfect and i fully relate to you. his looks, his personality, his voice, he's just so hhh i'm down bad for him nonnie ;_; WAIT HE'S GONNA GO ? okay i was already afraid of that happening but i'm not ready for it to ACTUALLY happen help ??

[islandofsages]

better with you (maybe).

summary: in which you two go to the arcade together so you don’t have to spend your money alone

characters: ei, yoimiya (separate)

tags: gn!reader, modern au, fluff?, mostly crack, hc format

warnings: your bestie will kick your ass so hard you can only walk out of the arcade in shame none

author’s notes: i have an arcade addiction lol

ei

uninterested at first and only came because you couldn’t stop pestering her 

“c’moooooooon ei pretty please?”

“no.”

“i’ll buy you dango milk.”

“deal.”

congratulations on bribing your friend to get her to come to the arcade with you

doesn’t know exactly where to go when you two arrive and follows you all around for most of the trip

even then, she still agrees to go halfsies on token funds

until she sees a particular fighting game.

“(y/n), what’s this?”

“oh hey, the king of fighters! man, i haven’t played a fighting game in so long-”

“i want to try.”

you don’t know why but you suddenly hear boss music.

so you casually give her the tokens she needs and she sits down to play. all is fine.

then she starts demolishing enemy after enemy after enemy she doesn’t seem to be simply button-mashing too

you could only watch in horror as your best friend flawlessly cleared all the levels

you make an effort to hide the multiplayer fighting games from her…and fail.

“oh, we can play this one together. let’s give it a try, (y/n).”

you don’t tell her that she seems to be enjoying this a little too much

and so you had no choice but to compete against her

needless to say, you lost 5 seconds in

“hehe, that was fun. we should do this again some other time.”

you don’t know whether this was better than a claw machine addiction or not

as impressed as you were, you can’t help but feel intimidated too

so you bought her the dango milk you promised her to calm her down and erase that menacing aura she’s emanating

and then you sulk internally

…maybe you’ll just get her to like air hockey

yoimiya

she’s the one who proposes the idea to you first

you agree obviously because what’s better than two of your most favorite things in the world? 

and also the fact that you know she’s like the biggest taiko no tatsujin fan ever. she has all the games and the whole drum kit at home already but she still insists on going to the arcade for “immersion”

runs straight to the taiko no tatsujin machine before you could even buy your tokens

don’t worry she gave you a bit of her money prior

she plays alone at first, insisting that she’s “warming up”

you wonder if playing megalovania on expert is actually a warm-up

after her warm-up, she invites you to play excitedly

words could not describe how embarrassed you are when you choose ‘easy’ on yoru ni kakeru

she reassures you that it’s fine though! everyone starts somewhere after all :)

proceeds to absolutely destroy you by getting a perfect combo on expert.

“woo, that was fun! alright, my turn to choose.”

you start sweating bullets despite the air conditioning

truth be told, you expected this already, plus playing with her isn’t that bad or humiliating…

…until you hear some kid call you a noob from afar

you sulk.

well, at least you try to sulk, because yoimiya is about to throw hands with that kid and you have to hold her off

“nobody insults my (y/n) except for me!”

she actually rarely ever insults you, lighthearted or not, because she doesn’t have the heart to. also you didn’t think she’d throw hands with a kid

the little incident makes you forget that you still have another battle against her

she chooses yugen no ran.

you had to play on easy.

well, at least she didn’t full combo it so you’re spared a bit of dignity

she still did pretty good though

“agh, almost had it! i need more practice…”

hearing that, you quickly drag her to play a multiplayer racing game before she could spend more tokens on it and fuel your inferiority complex

she ends up liking it thankfully

still tries to run back to taiko and finally conquer yugen no ran though so you distract her by treating her to some ice cream

you can’t help but admire her talent but you don’t tell her this

at this point anything can fuel her to go back to that game to “practice”

you don’t hear from her for a few days after the trip

[bylertruther]

what are your thoughts on your 'who dies first' poll? who did you vote for? did anyone's tags change your mind or sway you at all?

thank you for asking! :) the tags definitely opened my mind to some things, but ultimately didn't change my answer overall.

like, at first i was appalled that people would pick dustin (gasped with a hand on my chest and everything), but then you guys mentioned the d'art incident (lmao) and his hubris, and i was like ohhhhh yeah okay i see it now lol.

conversely, a lot of people also mentioned mike making the sacrifice play, but i don't think he would! at least not first, which is key. i think, much like we saw in canon, it would happen only if they were dropping like flies and there was really no other choice at all. i believe he's much more likely to want to keep the group together no matter what and would only leave them if it meant at least one of them would survive.

see: him in s3 begging the group to come up with another plan and him jumping for dustin because will was missing, lucas was gone, and if he didn't jump, then dustin would lose his teeth, and without his party, mike may as well be dead (dramatic, but true! he loves his friends). his back was to the wall and if it comes down to him or someone else, he's going to pick that other person. but he wouldn't ever abandon his group at first chance. that's not him at all. he'd find another way 100%.

now, as for my vote... i picked will! i'm just super attached to his canon fate and i love the idea of it following him everywhere. they'd all protect each other, but just like in canon... it wouldn't be enough.

it's kind of cheating and maybe not totally medically accurate (when are these scenarios ever, though) hehe <3, but my vision is as follows:

will is momentarily alone or separated from the others when he gets pursued by something. he tries to scream out for the others to run, tries to describe what he sees in case they hear him, but—but he doesn't know what he sees, and he needs what oxygen he can get to run, because holy shit these things are fucking fast. he gets herded towards the spring they'd found earlier and that's when they finally get him. he puts up a good fight—kicking, punching, and clawing—but it isn't enough. they drag him down, down, down into the water. whether it's will digging his fingers into some orifice of theirs or the light coming from someone's flashlight that makes them finally release him and scurry away, it doesn't really matter, because will's already started to lose consciousness and go limp. it takes them a second to pull him out, because of how far down he is and how dark it is and just how fucking scared they are, but they do eventually manage it. he's not breathing, but they do manage to find a very, very faint pulse still. idk who does what, but i do know that max is the one level-headed enough to direct it, and they end up beating on his chest hopper style until he finally comes back, gasping and disorientated and frighteningly pale. they hug, and they cry, and mike accepts dustin's help in supporting will on their way back to their camp, because he himself is shaking just as hard as will is (everyone is merciful enough to not mention it). lucas and el are watching for anything else that may jump out at them, primed with their makeshift weapons, as max leads the way with a torch.

my second choice is lucas, and it'd be a total freak accident that no one saw coming—the kind where he's there one second and gone the next. like, he trips and hits his head wrong on a rock or something. but that's too sad! and i don't think you can bring someone back from that...

unless there's, like... some weird magic going on with the island? like, they're all crying as they bury him, and the salt of their tears hit the earth, and because their love is true, it brings him back? and it's a jump-scare moment because one second they're pushing dirt over him and the next he's reanimating classic zombie movie style? hmmm! but he's not a zombie, thank god. (but if that isn't the catch, then... what is? 😳 uh-oh.)