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dreamcorechild · 9 months

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Can you please make one when quadruplets are being born

Urami was at the house. he stared at four of his baby grandsons, Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu and Urogi, He knew.. He hated them already.

"..Hah. Little vermin." Urami stared at the children in disgust. They were his grandchildren, and he hated them with all his heart. "Get that away from me. I can't even look at them without feeling sick in my stomach."

"Wahh wahh wahh!~"

Urogi wailed in a loud crying manner. He opened his mouth and revealed his sharp fangs while sobbing aggressively. The newborn demon looked at the humans with such pitifully eyes and reached his tiny hands out for help.

The four babies were all crying in a loud irritating manner. They were demanding for food, attention, and affection. Urami watched as their parents desperately tried to shut them up. "Why are they so loud and annoying?" he asked with a scowl. "I can't stand this noise!"

"Mmm! Mommy! Mommy!" Karaku cried loudly, sucking his thumb while shaking his tiny fists. The newborn demon was extremely needy. He wanted to be embraced and carried around by his mommy at all times. "Me hungry! Me want milk!" he demanded while reaching out his arms for mommy.

"Mmm!~"

Karaku cried loudly as well while wiggling his tiny butt and sticking out his tongue. The newborn demon was extremely playful and playful

"Wahh! Wahh!~ Wants Milkies!~"

"W-w-w-w-w-wahh~ Me want milkies too!~" Urogi cried along with his three little brothers, he stuck out his tongue and demanded for mommy's milk. The newborn demon started to cry loudly as he kicked his legs in the air with such fury. The loud noises from the little babies were driving Urami insane.

"Shut uP!! ShUT uP aLl oF YoU!!!~" Urami yelled at the four babies in such a loud, aggressive and angry manner. The newborn demons were immediately startled by the loud voice of Urami. Their cries and tears stopped, all of them stayed silent with wide open eyes on their faces and stared at Urami in fear.

All four baby demons stopped crying and stayed silent for a few seconds. Then they started crying again with a high pitch and loud volume. This time, they cried even louder, even more annoying and even more irritating.

All four baby demons started crying even louder. "WAH! WAHH! WAHHHH! WE WANT MILKIES!! WE WANT MILKIES! WE WANT MILKIES!"

It was a loud and chaotic place in Urami's domain. Urami's eardrums were in pain for such a long time now.

All four baby demons cried louder and started to whine.. Urami was already suffering from headaches and hearing problems.. What's the point of making things even louder?

"Wahhh! Wahh! Wahh!! We want mommy's milkies! Wahh!!" Urogi was the first one to start whining. "Wahh!! We want milkies! We want milkies!! We do, we do!!" All four baby demons started whining..

"SHUT IT!! JUST SHUT IT!" Urami shouted at the four newborn babies with fury. They immediately stopped crying. This was a short-lived silence as they started crying and whining again..

"WAAAAAAAAH!! WE WANT MILKIES!! MOMMY'S MILKIEEEEEESSS!!! wAAAAAAHHHH!!!" They whined with desperate, greedy and lustful desires on their tiny demon faces. They were all demanding milk from mommy, who was currently nowhere around.

Urami told them that their mother left them to get milk.

All four demons immediately stopped crying when they heard the bad news. Their faces were filled with despair when the truth hit them.. Mommy was nowhere around. Sekido was the first one to speak up in sad manner. "Where's… Mommy?" He asked with a low, pitiful voice. Karaku stayed silent, he started to cry while sitting down in his little bed with his thumb inside his mouth. Urogi cried while being held by Urami, and Aizetsu looked around in a confused manner..

Urami sighed and looked down at the four demons. They were all young and helpless, it was his responsibility as a grandfather to take care of them.

"Calm down now.. Mommy is just taking a break.. As a compensation for this inconvenience.. I'll be the one to take care of you four for the time being.."

Urami mumbled, his tone sounding a bit more mellow than ever before. The four newborn demons cried and whimpered silently. They had no choice but to accept Urami's words now.

Urami pulled out a broom as he sweeped the four babies to the living room.

Swish, swish.

Urami swung the broom around like a mad man and pushed the four newborns across the room. The baby demons cried and fell on their backs… They stared up at Urami with their adorable eyes and looked like they were in need of a good spanking. "Calm down, calm down you little varmints!" he said in an annoyed manner as he placed the broom onto the coffee table. He stared down at the four newborns with such a deadly serious look in his eyes…

*Urogi and his three brothers stopped crying when Urami stared down at them with such a serious expression. They looked up at him with their big and sparkling eyes, but instead of crying.. They stared at Urami with admiration. "Grandpa is so brave and powerful looking~" *Urogi giggled in his tiny, little and sweet voice. Aizetsu, Sekido and Karaku stared at Urami with their innocent faces as well..*

Swish, swish.

Urami swung the broom around like an angry maniac and pushed the four newborns across the floor once more. They cried and whimpered while being shoved around. Urami continued shoving them towards the living room. "Get outta here you little shits!" he yelled aggressively at them with a scowl on his face. The baby demons cried and cried as they were pushed across the living room and fell onto the sofa with such loud thuds..

Aizetsu looked at the broom with fear in his eyes. While looking in fear of Urami, Aizetsu accidentally drooled onto his little demon body.. He started crying even louder and harder.. Aizetsu needed Urami's attention and love.. he needs him desperately..

"WAAAAHHHHHH!! I'M THE GOOD GUY HERE! WAAAAAHHH!!! I NEED UNCLE URAMI TO TAKE CARE OF ME AND PROTECT ME FROM THAT FREAKING BROOM!!" Aizetsu cried loudly with his little hands stretched up to Urami.. he's in need..

"Oh shush already you little cretin!" Urami yelled at Aizetsu with his arms crossed as he watched the baby demon cry his little lungs out. The newborn demon was crying loudly and acting so innocent.. Just pathetic in Urami's eyes. "Don't try to act like the good guy, I know you're going to turn out into a bastard like me! Just like your Brothers over there!!!" he said with a laugh as he pointed his long, boney finger at Karaku, Sekido and Urogi.

Karaku laughed a bit as he licked his thumb and his lips.

"WAAAAHHH~ We will never be as horrible as you! WAAAAHHH~" Karaku cried and whined in a sarcastic, playful and flirty manner. Sekido and Urogi also joined the "play" as they copied Karaku's attitude. All of the baby demon's faces were just filled with evil in Urami's eyes as he stared them down.

Urami sighed… his rage and anger started building up as he stared at this unholy mess his grandchildren have created…

"ENOUGH!!! THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH! ALL FOUR OF YOU SHUT UP!" His booming voice shook the entire house and his grandchildren were silenced for a few seconds. The newborn demons gasped and stared at Urami in fear. Their little faces started to shake with such sudden movement, their tiny hands reached out for mommy.. But they were too afraid to say anything.

"You're all such a disappointment! Mommy and daddy are truly useless!"

Aizetsu hid behind Urogi and started crying while holding onto them and started whimpering in a cute and innocent manner.

"I'm the good guy.. Please uncle Urami.. Don't do this to us.. We didn't do anything wrong.. We just want love! We just want mommy's milkies! Please don't let us starve to death.."

Aizetsu cried loudly as he continued to hold onto Urogi, he needs his uncle Urami.. He needs help and care.

"Fine.. I'll take care of your sorry asses. For now at least.. You need my love and care more than you need your useless mommy and daddy!" Urami sighed, he looked down at the four terrified baby demons. These four had to be the most pathetic newborns he has ever seen in his life..

"I can't wait until these brats grow up so I can bully them some more!" He sneered as he laughed to himself "You're all so weak and pitiful."

Urogi smiled as he got cuddles with Aizetsu. He was a warm and gentle baby demon, unlike his uncles

"Yay!! Grandpa Urami will be taking care of us!" Urogi cried happily. He started to giggle in such a adorable manner. "Weeee~!"

All four baby demons clapped their hands with excitement, they were eager to get more love and attention from Urami.

[Years later.]

"So what happened to grandpa Urami, how come I never met him before?" Zohakuten said to his older brother Sekido.

"Simple, when we got into our adults age he kicked us out of the house and told us to and I quote: "Fuck off and never come back." and thats what we did. We fucked off and never went back to that old git." Sekido said with a grumpy huff.

#demon slayer #karaku #aizetsu #sekido #urogi #zohakuten #hantengu clones #kimestu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #upper moons #hantengu

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ayunakatsukiwolfhashira · 5 months

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𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

ℛℰ𝒬𝒰ℰ𝒮𝒯ℰ𝒟

“Wahhh, I don’t want to go to that mountain, it looks so scary!”

Zenitsu wailed again and you groaned, you and your twin brother were currently out on a mission and he has been non stop whining and crying. You attempted to reassure him that you would protect him but he only kept crying. Your headache grew as you continued to drag Zenitsu towards the direction of the mountain.

“Zenitsu, shut up! You're hurting my head and if you make this much noise at night you could lure demons right to us!”

“WAHH DEMONS?! DEMONS WHERE WE ARE GOING TO DIEEEE!”

You honestly don’t know how you dealt with him during Final Selection, you also didn’t understand why he was so afraid but then again you were always the braver twin. Zenitsu was scared of almost everything and it was very annoying but you still loved and protected your brother anyways.

You didn’t know what you would do if your brother was injured, you felt like he was your responsibility since you were the older twin. You enjoyed being the braver twin at times because it always made you look responsible and you felt like an actual adult. You were born a couple minutes before Zenitsu but it didn’t matter to you because you were the oldest which meant you were the strongest.

“I swear I will hit you over the head if you don’t shut up!”

“Why are you so mean?!”

You turned to him and huffed.

“Because I’m the oldest, which means you listen to me!”

“We were born on the same day!”

“I WAS BORN 3 MINUTES AND 49 SECONDS BEFORE YOU IDIOT!”

“IT DOESN’T MATTER!”

You both began bickering about why or why not the time difference mattered when someone’s voice stopped you both.

“Uhm Mr and Mrs, are you okay?”

You and Zenitsu turned to a boy that looked around your age who had a concerned expression on his face. You smiled brightly and clinged onto his arm and said.

“Ooo you’re very attractive, do you want to go out sometime?”

You said with a flirtatious tone and while batting your eyelashes.

“Uh mam, I’m not really interested-“

“BUT WHY?! I’M A DEMON SLAYER, I CAN PROTECT YOU!”

You cried and clinged onto him even more while Zenitsu tried to pry you off and the boy attempted to push you off. Zenitsu managed to yank you off the boy and the boy ran away. Zenitsu held you back from running after him and you yelled.

“Why did you do that?! I was about to get a boyfriend!”

“No you weren’t! He looked like he wanted to run far and you do the same thing to me when I want to ask a girl out!”

“That’s because girls don’t like you! But he was DEFINITELY interested in me!”

“You’re a hypocrite!”

You smacked his head which earned a whine from him and began dragging him again. After almost an hour, you both finally arrived at the mountain right when the sun was falling. Zenitsu shuddered at the sight of the mountain and clinged onto you.

“You really want to spend our last minutes alive here?! Why don’t we just abort the mission and go home!”

“For the last time, I said I would protect you plus, we can’t just discard the mission, what if people die because we didn’t eliminate the demon?”

You said in a calm voice while patting his head, he shivered some more and followed you closely while you walked through the mountain. Every sound caused Zenitsu to shudder more and for you to keep an eye on your surroundings. A tree branch snapped which made Zenitsu screech and for you to hover your hand over the hilt of your sword.

You looked in the direction of the sound and saw a shadow with glowing eyes. You quickly unsheathed your weapon and rushed towards the figure that was now charging right back at you.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHH! IT’S A DEMON, Y/N WE HAVE TO RUN BEFORE IT GETS US!!!”

Zenitsu screamed but you chose to ignore him and target the demon, no way were you going to run away from a normal demon, it wasn’t even that scary!

“Thunder Breathing, First Form, Thunder Clap and Flash.”

You raced towards the demon and slashed towards him, slicing his arms and legs off. He didn’t have time to regenerate when you decapitated him and watched him turn to ash. Zenitsu ran to you and hugged you tightly and sobbed.

“YOU GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE PLEASED NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!”

You giggled a bit and hugged him back.

“Don’t worry, I said I was going to protect you and I did plus, I’m not even harmed see? Not a scratch.”

You wiped his tears away and he smiled a bit, you promised Gramps you would take care of your brother and you didn’t plan on breaking that promise.

#kimetsu no yaiba #requests open #feel free to ask questions #request #zenitsu agatsuma

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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izukus big chonky baby with a head of green curls and cubby cheeks that you like to squish toghther, and he has big doe eyes with long lashes and little hands that grab at his dads face.

wahhh so cute😭 and the baby has little freckles!

real !!!! izuku only produces pretty babies, they come out the womb with pretty privilege!!!

izuku’s chonky baby boy that never ever stops smiling, showing his gums every time daddy plays peek a boo with him :( that little boy hardly ever cries, giggling and clapping and grabbing at deku’s matching curls whenever he’s in his arms wails!!!

please if he like falls onto his bottom, baby’s first instinct is to look at izuku to see how he reacts and deku always smiles encouragingly so his baby doesn’t cry im grrrr

#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚💬੭ — unknown messenger #deku headcanons #dad!deku #sniffs

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amorest-viesse · 1 year

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[Fluttering Locks of Milk Tea] - Rustica SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Mithra and Akira

Thank you @/optimismisgone on Twitter for the raws!

The Mandrotus’ Wish - Chapter 1*

[Doctor Dolce’s Forest]

Chocolates to my right. Chiffon cakes piled to my left. The smell of fresh fruits wafting down from above—.

No matter where I turned, there was something delicious to greet me within Doctor Dolce’s forest.

As its bewitching sweetness hounded my senses, I was suddenly struck with the soothing scent of black tea.

Rustica: My apologies, Master Sage. I do hope you weren’t waiting for too long. I just wanted to let you know that the tea is ready. I believe you’ll find it quite apt for our surroundings.

Akira: Thank you so much, Rustica. Wow… It smells incredible.

Earlier, Rustica had set up a tea party for us. Lifting my freshly brewed cup of tea, I took a sip.

*clink*

Akira: …It tastes delicious. There’s just something about it that really calms your nerves.

Rustica: I’m glad you like it.

Rustica: I chose this blend because I thought it’d pair well with the tantalizing sweetness of this forest.

Akira: Ooh, I see now. I feel like it makes a great palate cleanser for all this sugar.

Rustica: Oh? It seems we’ll need another teacup.

Rustica smiled at someone behind me. Curious, I turned around to see Mithra standing before me.

Mithra: Are the two of you having a snack as well?

*crash*

Akira: Whoa…!

With a loud thud, Mithra haphazardly dumped everything in his arms upon the table.

Rustica: That’s quite a bounty you’ve collected. Are these some kind of fruit?

Akira: D- Don’t they look more like candy…?

Mithra: Don’t ask me. I found them growing around the area, so I picked a few… Munch.

Akira: S- Should you really be eating that without knowing what it is?

Akira: They seem kind of dangerous and the color looks off…

Mithra: Well, I suppose my throat is a bit itchy and there’s been a voice wailing in my stomach for some time now, but other than that, I’m perfectly fine.

Akira: That’s what you call “fine”!?

Rustica: I think it’s wonderful that you can cherish all sorts of foods. Cheers to your strong digestive system.

Rustica: I wonder if that voice in your stomach will sing for us.

Mithra: Maybe. In any case, it’s rather irritating, so please do something about it for me.

Rustica and I brought our ears close to Mithra’s stomach and listened.

*cackling*

Akira: Huh… It does sound like something is crying in there…

Mithra: Crying? If anything, it’s laughing at me.

Rustica: Hmm, I hear it as sobbing as well. However, I believe the voice is coming from someplace outside of Mithra’s stomach.

Mithra & Akira: Where…?

The Mandrotus’ Wish - Chapter 2

Candy Fruit: Wahhh… Wahhhhh… I’m gonna rot right off this braaaaanch….

Akira: (I—Is that fruit… crying?)

Walking towards the sound of the voice, I found myself in front of a quivering piece of fruit dangling from the branch of a tree.

Unlike the other firm, pink fruits around it, this one had turned a rusty brown, its soft, mushy skin collapsing in on itself.

Rustica: I take it you’re the source of the crying.

Candy Fruit: And you are…

Mithra: Oh wait, isn’t this a mandrotus fruit?

Akira: Are you familiar with them?

Rustica: I hear they’re a rather intriguing fruit that’ll call out to unassuming travelers, inviting them to take a bite.

Rustica: However, this is the first time I’ve seen one in such low spirits.

Akira: Even comparing it to the other fruits here, it’s the only one that’s like that.

Rustica: Pray tell—why do you cry so?

Candy Fruit: Waaaah… I’ve become too ripe and now no one wants to eat meeeeee.

Candy Fruit: I keep begging and begging, but no one will stop…

Candy Fruit: All I ever wanted was to be eaten, but at this rate, all I’m good for is rotting and splatting into a pile of mush on the forest flooooor…. Waaaaaah…

The fruit’s desperate cries were full of devastation; it yearned to fulfill its life’s purpose, no matter how short and fleeting.

Akira: You’ll be happy if someone eats you, right? In that case, I can…

Mithra: Do you wish to die?

Akira: Huh?

Rustica: I admire your kindness, Master Sage, but as one of your wizards, I must stop you here.

Akira: Why…?

Rustica: They say a single taste will grant you beautiful hallucinations beyond your wildest dreams…

Rustica: However, in exchange, you’ll grow progressively weaker until you become nothing but the shell of a person.

Akira: N- No way…

Akira: (All I wanted was to grant its wish…)

Rustica: It’s truly a pity that such an earnest wish leads to nothing but great tragedy.

Rustica placed his hand on his chest and mournfully sighed.

Candy Fruit: Waaaaah, this really is the end for me…!

Mithra: What a nuisance.

Mithra: Why don’t I eat you now and shut you up for good? I’ve always wanted to see the effects of a mandrotus fruit in any case.

Candy Fruit: Y- you will!?

Mithra: If I find it displeasing, I’ll simply vomit you back out.

Akira: H- Hold on, Mithra! As much as I want to fulfill its wish…

Akira: (It’s still dangerous even if this is nothing out of the ordinary for him.)

Involuntarily, I look towards Rustica for help. Meeting my eyes, he graces me with a soft and gentle smile.

Rustica: I’ll be the one to eat it.

The Mandrotus’ Wish - Chapter 3

Mithra: You know what’ll happen if your magic is too weak, don’t you?

Akira: Can’t we think of another solution!?

Rustica: I humbly ask that the two of you trust me.

Rustica: As for you, I believe there are no objections?

Candy Fruit: …

Rustica gently reached for the mandrotus fruit as it nodded happily, entrusting itself to his tender care.

*pluck*

Rustica: Unfortunately, you’ll lose consciousness after I eat you. However, there is no need to worry.

Rustica: You will live on as a part of me.

Rustica: From now on, we’ll be able to dance and sing as one… That’s the kind of splendid life you’ll lead.

Candy Fruit: I see… Thank you.

The mandrotus fruit gave us one last smile before silently vanishing into Rustica’s mouth.

*crunch*

Rustica: …

Looking up at the empty sky, Rustica’s face suddenly relaxed.

Akira: Rustica… are you alright?

Rustica: …Very much so. It tasted absolutely divine.

Akira: I- I’m glad…

Mithra: Huh. I suppose it wasn’t a particularly strong poison if it had no effect on you.

Rustica: Well, I’ve felt as if I’ve been wandering in a beautiful dream for some time now. Don’t you think the scenery before us is lovely? Oh how I wish we could stay here even longer.

Akira: But what about the effects of the fruit?

Rustica: Ah, I suppose there is a difference between hallucinating a forest and being in one.

Mithra: *sigh* If it isn’t poisonous, then there’s nothing left for me to do here.

Mithra: I could be spending time looking for more potent sweets to use in a spell.

*footsteps leaving*

Akira: I’m glad nothing happened to you, Rustica, but, why didn’t anything happen?

Rustica: I owe it all to the tea we had earlier.

Akira: Our tea?

Rustica: Yes, it has the ability to neutralize poisons.

Akira: What!? It can do that…?

Rustica: Yes.

Rustica: I did say you would find it quite apt for our surroundings, did I not? There are all sorts of peculiar sweets here, so I wanted you to stay safe, Master Sage.

Akira: Thank you for helping both me and that fruit, Rustica. I didn’t even realize it, but you were watching out for us all along.

Rustica: Why, think nothing of it. After all, I was able to encounter a mandrotus fruit and have a lovely tea party with you.

Rustica: As such, I've had a wonderful time thus far. I can practically feel the mandrotus’ agreement within me as well.

Listening to Rustica’s words, I recalled the mandrotus’ parting smile, the happiness on its face.

Rustica wasn’t the type of person to discriminate between people and sweets. His warmth and kindness brought joy to all.

Akira: (Still, I wonder what Rustica would’ve done had he not had any tea earlier…)

Rustica: Now then, Master Sage, shall we resume our tea party?

Rustica: There’s still a pile of tasty treats waiting for us after all.

A Delicious Reason - Card Episode

Akira: I’m sure you’ve tried all kinds of sweets before…

Akira: But what did you think of the ones we had in Doctor Dolce’s forest?

Rustica: Everything I tried was absolutely delightful though I must say, my favorite would have to be the cookies.

Rustica: Every bite released a burst of flavorful fruit syrup or chocolate sauce…

Rustica: It felt like opening a treasure chest each time, not knowing what type of filling I would get. As a result, I simply couldn’t stop eating them.

Akira: I totally get you! I loved those cookies too.

Akira: It was super exciting to see what flavor you’ll find next.

Rustica: Exactly, not to mention their warm taste reminded me of happy memories from long ago.

Akira: Yeah… Now, I want to try them again.

Rustica: I feel the same way. However, what truly made those cookies special…

Rustica: Was getting to see you smile with every bite.

Akira: M- me!? Now I feel self-conscious…

Rustica: Ahaha, if it pleases you, would you like to have some tea with me once again?

Akira: Oh, yes! I would love to.

Home Screen Voice Line

“Do you mind staying up late tonight? I’d like to give you a gift—but at a time when I can have you all to myself. It’s quite fun to stay up into the wee hours with good company by your side, and of course, to sleep in as well.”

Translation Note

The original name of the fruit was マンドカレ (romanji: mandokare), but I could not figure out what that meant. As a result, I took inspiration from two different plants—the mandrake, a root said to kill people with its scream, and the lotus, a narcotic referenced in The Odyssey said to make one forget everything but bliss—to create the "mandrotus" fruit.

#mhyktl #mahoyaku #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #rustica #mithra mhyk #this card...#wtf #/pos

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hdsoyi · 1 year

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𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 ✰

self-para in which soyi sees her father again / word count: 640

THE MASK COVERED SOYI’S FACE BUT DID NOTHING TO HIDE THE WAY SHE CHEWED AT HER BOTTOM LIP. This level of anxiety was pretty foreign to her, especially when it came to seeing her father. The two were always close but 3 years spent living away from home and spending 350 days of the year training led to distance growing even though they texted every moment they could.

Soyi took a deep breath and adjusted the cap on her recently bleached blonde head, nervously looking around at the crowd in the airport. The likelihood she’d be recognized was small, but many people here were just like her-- waiting for her father to arrive. It wouldn’t be strange if someone found her familiar, and she didn’t want to deal with the consequences if it did happen. Besides, this is her father’s moment. He’d been filming a movie in Japan for a while, so their contact had slowed but no matter what he always texted her good morning and good night--even when she didn’t remember to respond. She didn’t need to be here. It wasn’t like her asked her to join his crowd of fans to see him fly in-- they were actually supposed to meet for lunch after. But Soyi always loved seeing him in his element. Under the spotlight with all the cameras on him. Seo Soonyoung was her father, and he was a star. Larger than life even.

It always seemed like no matter how much older and bigger she got, he just seemed so far away. Maybe that’s way she’s following in his footsteps-- hoping one day she can be as big as him and she’ll earn her place in the galaxy alongside him.

[ ✉️ | soyi’s shining-twinkling-shooting star appa (>‿◠)✌ ]

my baby soyi~ appa is landing soon!! ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ" wahhh.. so excited for lunch, please tell me all the stories from training!! love love love you 3000 no 1000000000!!!!

Soyi couldn’t help the way her eyes teared up just from seeing his text message. It was silly, but it made her feel so loved.It didn’t take long for the crowd’s murmuring to turn to loud shouts, drawing Soyi’s attention so sharply she could swear she heard her neck crack. Seeing her father again made her feel like a child. Like he could pick her up and swing her around like he did when she was three. None of the fans or reporters were there-- it was just a father and his daughter.

Disguise be damned.

“Appa!!” Soyi shouted, her eyes full of tears and pushing to the front the best she could. Security, panicked, attempted to push her back but nothing could contain her in this moment. “Appa, it’s Soyi!” Someone would think she was hurt from how hard she cried. The only thing that stopped her tears was the feeling of her being wrapped in a tight hug into a familiar chest.

“Ah, Soyi. You know you can’t just run at me from the crowd like that. You could get hurt.” Soonyoung was laughing, but anyone could tell from the way his voice cracked that he wanted to cry just as badly as she.

“Appa... I missed you so much,” Soyi sniffed and rubbed at her eyes like a toddler, burying herself into her father’s arms. The flashing cameras and growing crowd meant nothing to either of them “I really, really missed you.” “I’m always right here.” Soonyoung meant it with his whole heart, laying a had on top of the cap on her heard and holding her impossibly tighter. “I’ll always be here.”

Soyi wailed again and even though her father laughed, he didn’t loosen his grip on her. Soonyoung was a star, yes, but more than anything he was her father--and she’d love him forever just like he’d always love her.

#[ ♡ ] self-para #[ ♡ ] just to show how big of a daddies girl soyi is and how she admires him in her path to become an idol

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nachosforfree · 3 years

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What about a baby Ranboo who’s got separation anxiety due to whoever his caretakers were before neglecting him because of his odd appearance? Anytime Techno is out of his sight he wails and sobs. Just being put down makes him anxious at first. Anytime Techno tries to set him down Ranboo just desperately clings to his arm or hand. For a while Ranboo absolutely has to sleep with Techno, otherwise he just cries all night, not sleeping at all.

WAHHH POOR BABY :'( i do like this idea a lot though

#asks #technodad

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nagipops · 3 years

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could do denji trying to cook or bake something with his s/o pls ? tysm <33

A/N: AHHHH this was so fun to write! denji is a crazy lil bb and i love him. warning: profanity ahead!

Bone Apple Teeth - Denji

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Whoaaaaa!!” Denji cried, pointing at the perfectly round cake on the pan in front of you. “How did you do that so perfectly?!”

You giggled at the awestruck boy who was nearly foaming at the mouth. “What? You just flip the pan over and smack it all around, and it falls out on its own.”

“B-b-but...” He stammered, blinking a few times before turning to you. “I want to try!”

A smile spreading across your face, you slipped on the oven mitt to take out the second batch of cakes. “Sure, have a go at it.” Gingerly sliding the tray off of the upper rack, you turned around to set it on the counter, when—

“Holy shit!” you shrieked, nearly dropping the pan to the ground in the process. “DENJI!”

The blonde haired boy’s giggles rang through the kitchen as he keeled over laughing. “Ahahahaha! (Y/N), your face!”

You threatened to chuck the piping hot metal pan at your boyfriend. “Jeez, Denji! Don’t hover over my shoulder like that, I’m standing in front of a fucking oven!”

His laughter was ceaseless, even when you threatened to shove the cake in his face, so you started to knee the sensitive area in between his legs, causing him to cower in fear. “Ahh! Okay, okay! Truce...” Denji snorted, ducking away from your outstretched leg.

You sighed in mock annoyance as you set the cake pan onto the countertop. “‘Kay then, I expect a perfect cake to compensate for scaring the living daylights out of me.”

A hungry glint appeared in Denji’s eye as his gaze flitted downwards. “Mmm... and what do I receive as a reward?”

Grabbing a wooden spoon, you smacked him as hard as you could on the top of his head, causing him to howl in pain as he sunk to his knees. “You perv!"

“Wahhh, (Y/N)! I’m sorry! Don’t hurt meee!” Denji covered his head, dodging your strikes left and right. “Mercy! I beg for mercy!”

You lifted the spoon over your head before swinging it downwards at an alarming speed, stopping just before it could make contact with your victim’s head.

Denji gazed up at you with a hopeful glimmer in his eye. “M-mercy?”

After glaring at him with a blank stare, you broke into a laughing grin, sticking your hand out to him. “Up, dog.”

Slapping his palm into yours, Denji clamored back onto his feet and made his way over to the steaming cake pan. “What in the world is up dog?”

“This cake is what is up, dog. C’mon,” you said, sliding a dainty serving plate over to him. “I wanna see you try getting it out.”

Denji rubbed his hands together, a determined smirk on his face as he exhaled sharply. “Whoo. Okay. I got this.” He reached out to touch the pan, when—

“Wait, Denji—”

“SHITTTTT!!”

His burning hands shot into the air, limbs flying out in every direction as he darted all over the kitchen.

You chucked the unused oven mitt at him as he crashed into the living room. “YOU IDIOT! DON’T TOUCH A BURNING PAN WITH YOUR BARE DAMN HANDS!”

“(Y/N)!!! HELP!! THEY’RE BURNING, THEY’RE BURNING!” He collapsed into the couch. “OH MY GOD, THEY’RE ON FIRE! MY HANDS ARE ON FIRE!!!”

It took you the next five minutes to finally pin down his wriggling self and drag his miserable burnt hands to the sink.

Denji sagged against you, tears streaming down his face. “(Y/N)...” he wailed as ice-cold water spewed onto his red-hot hands. “It hurts...”

You heaved a sigh as you held his trembling hands steady under the stream of water. “Well, Denji," you pressed a tiny kiss to the side of his head. "Today’s lesson is that karma is a female dog.”

Denji pouted.

“Woof.”

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hella1975 · 3 years

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hi hella :) so i finally watched the dead poets society (i know im late on the uptake but my friend rbed a gifset and im like omg i should watch this like i wanted to i rmbr this is hellas fave) :) and i cried like a baby 72635456 times :) i knew someone was going to die bc u said so :) but i did NOT expect who it was :) and so in return :) ive given you this bc i know you like sufjan stevens :) and i know how you ESPECIALLY love this line here! :)

no but for real i sobbed like a fucking newborn ohmygod??????? and the ending.... the false sense of security i was given.... the SYMBOLISM IM NOW REALIZING..........TODD......... wah. wahhhhhh WAHHH <- that's the sound of me wailing its like 3 am and i literally i cant god. GOD okay wow. WOWWW

sorry i just. now im going through TWO of my besties' dps tag and im going to start crying all over again man

PLEASE KSGHKJSGK im so glad this is the universal dps experience i cannot accurately express the agony that film causes me

AND THAT LINK HOW DARE YOU YOU KNOW THAT LINE BREAKS MY HEART head in hands head in hands he was my best friend sobbing crying throwing things off shelves flipping tables-

#dps ends after a midsummer night's dream actually #im so glad you watched it though bc for all the Pain it's still one of the most beautiful films of all time #ask #dps spoilers #dead poets society spoilers #dps

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toutallyahoe · 4 years

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Flirt 3 ~ Shinsō Hitoshi (BNHA)

Requested By: --

A/N: remember that time i said that FLIRT's chapter was only supposed be around 800 to 1500 words? yeah, good times...

THIS HAS FUCKING 4800 WORDS YALL ASDFGHJKLL AND I AM CRYING HELP

there was only supposed to be three parts but the gremlin's in my mind decided to add the "text" part and had to adjust my fucking plan on this chapter asdfghjkl

thi is like, the longest chapter-- SO FAR-- that i written and asdfghjkl *sobs*

anyways, there is so much had happened here and im dying

Flirt | Flirt 2 | Flirt 3

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[Name] let out a loud groan leaving his lips as he dramatically slumped on his chair. A pout formed on his lips as he elicited another loud groan. The [Hair color] haired male did not spare mind to the curious glances he recieved from his curious classmates who still stayed in their classroom for a lunch break. The [Hair color] haired male had his usual mood simmer downed than his most commonly known to be energetic and all over the place self. But right now, [Name] does not have the energy to goof off nor interact with other people as he was still reeling in from what happened days ago on that friendly outing he took Hitoshi to that cat cafe, CC Cafe.

[Name] slammed his head down on his table which caused a loud bang from the contact of his forehead to the table's surface. The [Hair color] haired male's classmates spared him another curious and worrying glances as they never usually in these type of situations of [Name] being like this. Being an overdramatic gloomy dumbass.

"Wahhh! Aki-chan, Haru-chan!!! He just says 'whatever'!" [Name] said as he raised his head up from the table and looked at the direction of two of his classmates that he was more close than the others in the room. There was a large red imprint on the [Skin color] part of his forehead from slamming his head but [Name] was too thick skulled to feel the light stinging sensation of the bruise.

"Whatever! Whatever-- Aki-chan! Haru-chan!!! " [Name] comically sobbed as he then wailed on how cold Hitoshi was. The [Hair color] haired male putting emphasis on the word 'whatever' as the red haired student named Aki Akaha who could careless from his [Hair color] haired friend's usual bullshit, rolled his eyes at the [Hair color] haired male's dramatic tendencies.

"And why am I being subjected into hearing this?" Aki had asked as he crossed his arms over his chest when he heard the [Hair color] haired male let out a cry of shock with his words.

"U-um, come one Aki-kun!" The brown haired male with sandy blond tips that he bleached a year ago, Haru Shirohana, awkwardly butted in as he patted the [Hair color] haired male's back who was sobbing on Aki being like a certain indigo haired student who was three classrooms away from them. Cold and uncaring.

Aki knew why [Name] was consoling to him on his failed confession to this 'mysterious person' [Name] was always gushing about. It was probably the fact that Aki was only the very few to see [Name] was a human like them and not a person with this shiny pedestal that everyone should bow down. To make it blunt, Aki Akaha does not take [Name]'s bullshit seriously like others do.

Haru Shirohana on the other hand felt pity for the [Hair color] haired male. [Name] was someone who always wore his heart on his sleeves. He was very passionate guy and from all the past conversations [Name] had to him and Aki, it was safe to say that [Name] liked this 'mysterious person' he tends to gush about. Honestly, Haru always remembered how [Name]'s [Eye color] eyes just sparkle on talking this person to them even though [Name] never had mentioned who this student was. Although Haru didn't have to be smart to guess that it was probably that brainwashing guy three classrooms away from them. [Name] wasn't that slick as he think he was... unfortunately...

"Aki-kun!!! I thought you were my friend!" [Name] cried as he looked at the red haired male with a baffled expression on his face. [Name]'s cries snapped Haru out from his thoughts as he let out an awkward laugh at both his friends.

"Now, come on guy--"

"Key word, thought," Aki retorted. The red head snorted when he saw the offended look the [Hair color] haired male sent to him.

"Aki-kun!!!" Haru called out to the red haired male who gave him a glance. Aki saw the frown that the brown haired male with sandy blond tips disappointing gaze at him. With a sigh, Aki rolled his eyes again as he uncrossed his arms.

"Alright, fine," Aki grunted. "Oi, [Name] dumbass."

The said male let out a sniff as he pouted at his red haired friend's nickname. Aki rolled his eyes again when he heard [Name] muttered a 'meanie' to him. Honestly, the [Hair color] haired male was like a five years old with his 'insults'... if you can call those insults ajyways with how childish it sounds. The red haired male can only clicked his tongue in annoyance at [Name]'s tendecies to be a little brat.

"About your... delima," Aki started as he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes again. "Can it be that you are not trying hard enough?"

Haru let out a hum of agreement with what Aki had just said as he turned to look at [Name]. The brown haired male with sandy blond tips immediately sweatdropped when he saw [Name]'s glare directed at the red haired male for a second but it immediately disappeared as it came which almost made Haru thought he imagined things if he wasn't close to [Name] to know how the male usually acts. [Name] glared, Haru can say that for sure but the [Hair color] haired male then came back to his usual, normal self... sort off...

[Name] pouted at Aki's words. The [Hair color] haired male dramatically threw himself to his table and let out a wail. "But Aki-kun!" The [Hair color] haired whined. "I literally said I like him! I even brought him to this new cat cafe!" He cried. [Name], in fact, did. He took Hitoshi out and paid for everything.

"I paid for everything!" [Name] cried as he then sulked on his chair. Sending the red haired a small pout. "I mean, isn't that what dating is? Go out and eat?" [Name] then childsihly pippeed and Aki had to stop himself from facepalming so hard from the [Hair color] haired male's words. Haru on the other hand looked at the [Hair color] haired male incredulously.

"Um... [Name]-kun..." Haru awkwardly started but was cut off by the red haired male who was so tired already with the [Hair color] haired male's bullshit..

"Tell me, [Name]-san," Aki started as he exasperatedly looked at the [Hair color] haired male who perked up when he heard his name. "Did you really ask this "friend" of yours on a date," Aki said as he then frowned. 'No one can be that dumb... right?' The red haired male thoight. "Or did you just asked them in a friendly outing?"

[Name] pondered for a moment as he rubbed his chin, thinking deeply on Aki's words while both Aki and Haru seemed to be more baffled on what he was doing. 'Is he seriously... THINKING IF HE HAD ASKED THEM ON A DATE OR NOT?!?' Aki exasperatedly thought as his fingers twitched. God, he wanted to strangle this [Hair color] haired dumbass so badly. May the deities above give him patience.

Haru seemed to notice how their red haired friend wanted to strangle the [Hair color] haired male and immediately jumped besides Aki and grabbed the male's shoulder to stop Aki from doing anything to [Name].

"Now, now, Aki-kun!" Haru said in panic as he took a step back away from [Name], dragging the furious red head along with him. "[Name]-kun isn't that stupid!" Haru said. 'Right...?' The brown haired with sandy blond tips thought as he heard the red head he was trying to stop doing anything stupid to [Name] scoffed at his words.

"This dumbass doesn't even know what a date is Haru!" Aki had said as he growled when [Name] said his answer.

"Well... I think I said that he and I should hang out..." The [Hair color] haired male muttered as he then sent his two friends a pout. "But it's still a date right?!? I mean, it was only the two of us and everything!" [Name] had said as he threw his hands in the air in frustration as he made an angry pout. "I like him a lot, so why can't anyone believe me?!?" He cried in despair.

'[Name]... you really are clueless...' Haru had thought as he sighed. Why was he friends with the most well loved and flirty male yet clueless to dating? The brown haired male with sandy blond tips doesn't know. Someone please help him.

"Why... you--!!!" Aki growled as he glared at the [Hair color] haired male who looked confused at them. The red haired male tried to get out of Haru's grip to try and tackle [Name]. God, he wanted to strangle this [Hair color] haired dumbass so much.

"Hey, [Last name]-kun?" The three male's turned to the direction of the call to see their class president by the doorway of their classroom smiling. The said male seemed to brightened when he saw the female as his sulking mood immediately disappeared as the [Hair color] haired male then beamed to her a smile. [Name] stood up from his seat and happily went towards the female who gave him a polite smile. [Name] leaving the two male's confused on the [Hair color] haired male's mood shift.

"Yo, Hana-chan!" [Name] happily greeted as he sling one of his arm on the female's neck and brought her close to him in a side hug. The female let out a soft giggle as a pink hue coating her cheeks. "How is my lovely president doing?" [Name] purred. The [Hair color] haired male seemed to not know how his words can impact someone. Especially his choice of saying 'my' to the female who's blush bloomed to a rich color of red now.

Haru and Aki looked at [Name] as he continued to talk to the female with deadpanned expression on their faces. Aki was now out of Haru's grip since there was no sense to stop the red haired male anymore. As they watched, the two remembered what [Name] had cried to them earlier ago and they figured out the answer why.

"I like him a lot, so why can't anyone believe me?!?"

'Maybe it's because you flirt with everyone...' The two male's simultaneously thought as they continue to watch their friend unconsciously flirt with their class president.

The day already gone as Hitoshi watches in the corner of his purple eyes that his classmates were already leaving out of the room. The indigo haired male let out a sigh as he laid his head on his table, looking at the classroom doors and waited for a certain [Hair color] haired loudmouth to burst in and create a scene. Actually, Hitoshi raised a brow as he raised his head a bit to turn and look at the wall clock hanging on the wall to see it was already ten minutes after dismissals, and there wasn't a certain [Hair color] haired male already inside Hitoshi's classroom and began to pester the indigo haired male.

'Odd... where the hell is he?' Hitoshi had thought as he raised himself and looked around the room. The indigo don't know if he should've been happy or not to not have [Name] yapping his ear off. Usually, the [Hair color] haired male was already here, inside with him even before his teacher gets out as [Name] has the patience of a bratty five year old wanting to go outside and play on a sunny day.

The indigo haired male waited for a bit, thinking [Name] was late, not that it wasn't uncommon occurence anyways since the indigo haired male gladly remembered that outing they had some days ago where [Name] was late. Hitoshi knows that [Name] does have a rather shitty time management skills anyways and he fully knows that well. But after another ten minutes or so of waiting, the indigo haired male frowned on his seat. Hitoshi may have always say that the [Hair color] haired male was annoying as hell all the damn time, but the male was still his friend. His only friend for the matter. And Hitoshi knows that [Name] may be late at times, but Hitoshi also know that [Name] has never been late on picking him up on dismissals.

Sighing, Hitoshi picked up his bag and went out of the room. The indigo haired male's eyebrows furrowed and looked at each side of the hallways to see no sign of his [Hair color] haired friend who usually waited outside his room if the male didn't barged in like a lunatic. With another sigh, the indigo haired male decided to try and find his friend.

"God... where is that idiot," Hitoshi muttered to himself as he trudge along the halls of Nabu Middle School. The indigo haired male did not pay mind to the eyes of some of the students in the hallways followed him. There were chatter but Hitoshi did not pay mind to them, he wasn't one for gossip anyways. Hitoshi hated rumors with a passion, and it made him develope a mindset to never pay attention to those types of gossip. Besides, a lot of those were false anyways. Especially the gossip circulating him being a villain and such. Now, that is a very false gossip and Hitoshi absolutely hated it.

Clicking his tongue, Hitoshi tried to think on where [Name] would be. 'If I were an idiot... where would I be?' The indigo haired male thought as he mused about it. Hitoshi's didn't came up with an answer but the indigo haired male was too tired to care anyways. Hitoshi decided to just walk around aimlessly for a bit, if he doesn't find [Name] in the next couple of minutes, maybe he should just leave. But Hitoshi then thinks that the [Hair color] haired male would immediately bombard him with text messages and probably annoy him when they meet face to face again. Actually, [Name] would definitely annoy him when they meet face to face again.

"Hey, who's that girl with [Last name]-kun in the courtyard?" Hitoshi perked up at the mention of his friend's last name. The indigo haired male stopped and tried to discreetly listened to a few girls that weren't far away from him. 'So he's in the courtyard...' Hitoshi had thought as he listened. The indigo haired male did not know why he didn't just leave already as he found out about the [Hair color] haired male's whereabouts. But for some reason, Hitoshi stayed for a bit, curious about the girl that was with [Name].

"Huh? You don't know? That's Kohaku Hana," Her friend had said in a matter of fact tone. "Kohaku-san is [Last name]-kun's class president," the girl explained as she let out an angry pout. "She's really close to him."

"Oh, is that why they are together right now?" Another one pipe. Her words made the indigo haired male frown. 'Together? Close? What???' Hitoshi thought. 'Wait... why am I listening to this anyways???' The indigo haired male had asked himself. Hitoshi did not like gossip. Period. So why was he listening to this again? 'This'll be just for laughs...' Hitoshi had thought. 'Yeah... this'll be just for shits and giggles.'

"I don't know, maybe Kohaku-san and [Last name]-kun are a couple!"

"Awe, Kohaku-san should feel lucky then!" Third girl had said.

"Yeah, [Last name]-kun is just-- gah! I want to be his girlfriend!" The first girl whined.

"Woah, calm down Aoi-chan! Maybe they aren't!"

"I doubt it, they were pretty close from what I heard."

The group of girls gossiped to one another as they then walked away from their spot. Hitoshi's eyebrows furrowed. 'Couple...?' The indigo haired male thought as he gripped the sling of his bag tightly. The indigo haired male didn't know what to feel about the news he just heard. Hitoshi didn't want to believe it. He didn't really need to believe it anywas but there was that tint voice in the back of his mind that maybe this rumor was true, and it made him feel something inside him churn.

'But that idiot would already have said anything if he does have a girlfriend...' Hitoshi had rationally thought as he decided to go to the courtyard as what he had heard from the group of girls that [Name] was there.

Hitoshi was already in the entrance of the courtyard and lo and behold, there stood [Name] and a girl with maroon colored hair that braided neatly. The two seemed to be enjoying themselves as [Name] and Hana were sitting in one of the benches in the courtyard, and Hitoshi did not miss on how close the two were sitting together side by side as they were talking. Hana would occasionally giggle at whatever [Name] was saying. The [Hair color] haired male was comically gesturing as he spoke and Hutoshi saw that the both of them have smiles plastered on their lips.

As the indigo haired male watched, there was something inside him churned in a nasty sort of way. There was that bitter taste in his mouth as he watches his friend can just talk casually to this female. Hitoshi didn't know why or what that feeling was, but Hitoshi fully knew that he did not liked it. He did not liked it one bit.

'What the hell am I feeling?' Hitoshi thought in frustration as he finally got fed up by watching the [Hair color] haired male interact with the maroon haired female and turned around to leave. The indigo haired male frowned as he really did not know why he felt this way. What was he feeling anyways?

'Am I... Am I jealous...?' Hitoshi had thought as he stopped walking for a moment. Looking back at how he acted and felt right now, it seemed like he was. The rational part of his mind was screaming that he was, in deed, jealous. But what and why?

Shaking his head, the indigo haired male let out a huff of irritation. 'Why would I be jealous?' Hitoshi thought to himself as he continue walking again. He wasn't jealous. Why would he be? Hitoshi wasn't definitely jealous at how [Name] acted to that female. Well, maybe Hitoshi does. This wasn't the first time the indigo haired male feel the bitter fangs of jealousy bit him. Hitoshi always feel that nasty feeling of jealousy a lot of times, especially how it reminds him that [Name] was a popular guy. Hitoshi gets reminded that [Name] can freely can interact with people without be on guard with whatever he would say or do. He could approach anyone and they would actually smile at him and not be sneered.

The indigo haired male hated to see [Name] interact with people without care in the world. Hitoshi absolutely hated it because it always reminded him what he can not do. Hitoshi gets reminded that [Name] was popular and has many other friends that wasn't him. Hitoshi was jealous with [Name]. He wasn't jealous at that female who can freely talk to the [Hair color] haired male and laugh along with him without judgemental eyes staring at them. No, Hitoshi knows he was jealous of [Name]. No one else.

Hitoshi liked to believe he was. The indigo haired male rationalized that that was the cause of his bitter jealousy that he was feeling. Nothing else. What can he be jealous about anyways other than that? Hitoshi was sure. He's sure he was.

So why does it feels like he was wrong?

The indigo haired male out a groan leaving his lips as he threw his bag on the floor and then flopped onto his bed, not even bother to change out from his uniform as he was too tired. Hitoshi felt his entire body relaxed. Currently, Hitoshi was already in his bedroom of his home. The indigo haired male had only arrived a few moments ago after he had decided to just leave without telling the [Hair color] haired male. Hitoshi's mind had argued that the [Hair color] haired male was rather busy anyways on entertaining that Hana girl he saw.

The indigo haired male rolled his body as he was now facing the ceiling of his room. That feeling was still there. The feeling of uncertainty and Hitoshi did not liked it. He was frustrated at why he was feeling all moopy and drained. 'I just need some sleep.' Hitoshi has thought as he let out a breath and closed his eyes. Hitoshi was about to sleep when he heard his phone's ringtone. Turning, Hitoshi grabbed his phone and he immediately saw a notification that made him frown.

Idiot (◕ω◕✿) sent (2) messages

Hitoshi let out a groan. The indigo haired male did not want to deal with this right now. Hitoshi switched his phone off and was about to just throw it beside him when it went on again and showed that he recieved another text messages. With a tired sigh, Hitoshi decided to just read the messages and reply. Maybe then [Name] can go away for a bit. Even just for a tiny bit.

TO: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

FROM: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

HITO-CHAN!!! (ू ˃︿˂ ू)

[03:45 PM]

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!? \(T□T)/

[03:45 PM]

HITO-CHAN!!! (ू ˃□˂ ू)

[03:46 PM]

ANSWER MEEEEEEEE (╥﹏╥)

[03:46 PM]

Hitoshi blankly looked at the screen of his phone which displayed the text message from the [Hair color] haired male. With a tired sigh, the indigo haired male decided to reply.

TO: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

FROM: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

i wasnt feeling well

[03:48 PM]

had to go home immediately so i did

[03:48 PM]

Hitoshi looked at the two text he had sent. The indigo haired male bit his bottom lip as he then let out another sigh. Why did he send that? "Wasn't feeling well?" That was a lie... right...?

Hitoshi shakes his head. No. It wasn't a lie. He did feel unwell... why was he feeling guilty anyways?

Why was he feeling this way? He doesn't know. The indigo haired male was tired.

There was a buzz on his hand and the indigo haired male looked at the screen of his phone to see that the [Hair color] haired male had replied. It was almost instantly which honestly made Hitoshi amused for a bit.

TO: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

FROM: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

EH?!? Σ(°△°|||)︴

[03:49 PM]

SERIOUSLY?!?

[03:49 PM]

YOU BETTER REST THEN HITOSHI!!! DONT WANT YA TO GET MORE SICK!!! (」°ロ°)」

[03:50 PM]

TAKE CARE ALRIGHT HITOSHI OR ELSE ヾ(｀⌒´メ)ノ″

[03:51 PM]

love you (✿ づ◡ w ◡)づ ♡♡♡

[03:53 PM]

The corner of the indigo haired male's lips twitched upward. A smile threatening to makes it way to his lips as Hitoshi read the [Hair color] haired male's text. For some odd reason, that bitter feeling Hitoshi had felt from school until he arrived at his home seemed to be replaced by something warm. It was... nice.

'Love... huh...' The indigo haired male thought as he looked at the last two text the [Hair color] haired male sent to him. To take care of himself and sending an "i love you" with a stupidly cute kaomoji that [Name] always love to send along with his texts. 'Does he always mean saying those stuff?' The indigo haired male wondered.

Hitoshi realized what he was thinking and immediately shakes his head to get those thoughts out of his head in a flustered manner. The indigo haired male did not need this. [Name] is just a dumb male who needs to stop being all openly affectionate to everyone.

TO: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

FROM: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

whatever

[04:03 PM]

"HITO-CHAN!!!" Hitoshi braced himself and there came the impact of a certain [Hair color] haired male barrelling towards him then colliding at his back. Hitoshi felt deja vu at that moment as this scene seemed to be familiar. It probably was from how it had recently happened days ago when he was waiting for the [Hair color] haired male to go to that cat cafe and [Name] threw himself at Hitoshi's back.

This time it was no different as [Name] threw himself on the indigo haired male's back. Hitoshi let out a pained grunt as he felt [Name]'s weight on his back and how the [Hair color] haired male's [Skin color] arms wrapped around his neck tightly. The [Hair color] haired male then began to nuzzle his face on the crook of the indigo haired male's neck. Hitoshi's face flushed red at his friend's affectionate gesture. Honestly, Hitoshi wonders if this guy even knows what personal space is.

"Flirt, get off me!!!" Hitoshi had yelled out in embarrassment as he tried to unwrapped [Name]'s arms off of his neck. Unfortunately for him and fortunately for [Name], the [Hair color] haired male's hold was rather tight and Hitoshi doesn't have the enough energy or strength to peel [Name] off of him.

The [Hair color] haired male didn't mind the indigo haired male's futile efforts to take away his hold as [Name] perked at what Hitoshi just called him. "Flirt...?" [Name] asked out loud.

"Did I leveled up from "idiot" to "flirt"...?" The [Hair color] haired male had asked. Amusement on hsi tone which did not go unnoticed by the indigo haired male who's face flushed in either embarrassed or anger. Perhaps both as Hitoshi harshly elbowed [Name]'s stomach. The [Hair color] haired male let out a pained yelp as he immediately wrapped his arms off of Hitoshi to wrap on his hurting stomach.

"Why did you do that Hito-chan?!?" [Name] asked as comical tears fell down his [Eye color] eyes. Hitoshi could only roll his eyes at his friend's overdramatic tendencies.

"That's what you get," Hitoshi had said as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes again when he saw [Name] kneeling on the floor as he still held his aching stomach. "Oh, don't be so overdramatic you damn flirt," Hitoshi has hissed as [Name] sniffed at his friend's attitude. "And stop calling me Hito-chan goddammit!"

"Wahhh!!! Why are you such a meanie Hito-chan?!?" The [Hair color] haired male loudly cried. Why was his best friend so cruel? [Name] wonders that every single day.

"Shut up, flirt!" The indigo haired male had said as he turned around and began to walk away from the crying male. [Name] saw Hitoshi walking away and he immediately stood up and ran to the indigo haired male while muttering how mean the male was. As [Name] reached Hitoshi as he was walking side by side with the indigo haired male, the [Hair color] haired male let out a sigh.

"Hey, Hito-chan?" The [Hair color] haired male had called. The said male turned to look at him with a raised brow. Hitoshi hummed in response as he saw the [Hair color] haired male send him a beaming smile. "You're doing fine now, right? We'll walk together this time?"

It was merely an innocent question. But for some odd reason, Hitoshi remembered what he saw yesterday on seeing the [Hair color] haired male interact with that maroon haired female. How they both happily they chatted like there was no care in the world and how close they sat together. The indigo haired male remembered that bitter feeling of jealousy he felt. And now it came back again and sank its fangs onto Hitoshi as he continued to remembered yesterday.

The indigo haired male turned away from the [Hair color] haired male's peering [Eye color] eyes as Hitoshi looked in front of him with a hardened gaze. Hitoshi gripped the strap of his bag tightly as he felt his stomach churn. Why was he feeling like this again? Hitoshi didn't liked it. He didn't liked it one bit. "Whatever," Hitoshi had blankly said as he fasten his pace.

"Let's go already you, flirt. We'll be late!" And with that the indigo haired male left [Name] who stopped for a moment. The [Hair color] haired male felt that quick shift of demeanor from his friend. It was cold and made [Name] feel like he was freezing. The [Hair color] haired male doesn't know what happened on why his indigo haired friend's shift of demeanor but right now, he doesn't need to know. [Name] felt like Hitoshi won't share it to him anyways. The [Hair color] haired male realized that Hitoshi was already a block away from him as he then shakes his head and immediately jogged towards the indigo haired male's side.

"Wait up Hito-chan! Don't leave me behind!!!"

"Then don't be so slow you damn flirt!"

"You're such a meanie Hito-chan!!!"

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Face Your Fears

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Momo Yaoyorozu, Shoto Todoroki

Hey, everyone! Here’s a story for the @bnhabookclub’s Weekly SFW Prompt, “I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” I also decided to combine it with a prompt from the Bingo Event, “Scary Movies.” Happy reading!

The tip of Momo’s tongue stuck out from between her glossed lips as she carefully layered the thick nail gel over the little stub of her pinky toe. Once she had covered the small surface with a sheen of the glittering, ruby red polish, she stretched her toes and wiggled them experimentally. There! All done! she thought gleefully and reclined back against the couch. She propped her feet up on the coffee table so they could dry, then looked around to see how the other girls were progressing. Likewise, most of them had finished painting their nails, various colors shining on the clear, manicured surfaces.

“This was a good idea for girls’ night, Tooru!” Ochako hummed as she admired the bubblegum pink polish decorating her fingernails. The invisible girl, traipsing around the sofa with spring green nails seemingly hovering in thin air, giggled happily as she grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it to her chest.

“But of course! You feel like a new woman when you get your nails, hair, and make-up done!” Indeed, the girls had been spending the last several hours down in the common room, doing each other’s make-up and hair. Momo sported a set of bouncy curls; she wasn’t used to having her hair down, so she kept compulsively sweeping the corkscrewed hairs from her face. Tooru climbed over the side of the couch to sit beside Mina, who was waving her hands about to dry to pastel yellow polish that complimented her bright pink skin. “Mina, Mina, did you rent the movie?”

“Sure did!” their classmate responded and carefully plucked a DVD case from the table. “Ta-da! Halloween Slasher 3!” she grinned wildly and flipped the container around to show a masked man brandishing a chainsaw. Momo snickered disbelievingly.

“Oh, no, not another one of your slasher thriller movies!”

“Wahhh! Minaaaaa, you know I don’t like those,” Ochako whimpered and pushed her face into a throw pillow with a keening whine. Mina jumped up and down on the couch cushions, completely ignoring Ochako’s meek protests. The girl hopped up and scampered over to the DVD player to pop the disc in, and the whirring of a chainsaw accented by creepy music blared out of the speakers. Ochako squealed at the grotesque splashing of fake blood on the screen. “Noooooo! Hold me, Kyoka!” Ochako wailed and buried herself into the dark-haired girl’s lap. Kyoka scowled surprisedly as the brunette suddenly snuggled into her, but soothingly stroked her tresses of honey-brown hair.

“Jeez, Ochako, you’re such a fraidy-cat.” Mina whooped ecstatically as she pressed “play” and walked over the couch and coffee table to plop back down beside Tooru. As the introduction began to play, Shoto came strolling out of the kitchen, sipping at a mug of steaming black tea.

“Hello, ladies. Girls’ night?”

“That’s right, Todoroki! Sorry, but you can’t join!” Mina grinned over the back of the couch, winking and sticking her tongue out at him. Shoto chuckled and commented that he would never dream of it, but as he whirled on his heel to return upstairs, Momo spoke up.

“Oh, but I think it’s a little rude not to offer, don’t you?” she fretted, laying a hand against her cheek. “I think we can make an exception, right, girls?” She grimaced a little at a poorly-timed maniacal laugh and scream of chainsaw blades. Shoto peered over his shoulder at her with heterochromatic eyes widened in curiosity. Momo flushed on reflex; Shoto’s gaze was never anything less than intense, with those orbs of piercing blue and stormy gray.

“I don’t care,” Kyoka shrugged, staring idly at the screen with morbid fascination. Ochako just cried pitifully into her lap, causing Kyoka to stroke her back again. “There, there. It’s not real blood, Ochako.”

“Todoroki, do you like scary movies?” Tooru grinned as the red-and-white haired boy approached the arm of the couch on which Momo was seated. The boy glanced at the flickering screen with raised eyebrows.

“I’m indifferent to them. I don’t really find them scary- but I’ll keep you girls company, if you like. It’s not like I have anything better to do,” he responded simply. Momo scooched over a little as he eased himself down onto the couch beside her. The cushion dipped with his weight, making her slide in so that her thigh brushed against his. While Momo blushed fiercely, Shoto only glanced at her out of his peripheral vision. He calmly sipped at his tea, and, still gazing at her, said, “So, you guys did makeovers, did you?”

“That’s right? Don’t I look beauuuuutiful, Todoroki?” Tooru crooned. Shoto couldn’t see anything but the nail polish the invisible girl was sporting, but he still politely agreed. However, when he said it, he was staring intently at Momo. He reached up to tug lightly on one of the curls framing her face.

“Very beautiful,” he smiled slightly. When Momo’s face flared red, he suddenly realized what he was saying and snatched his hand away. Blank-faced, he returned to his tea, but Momo could feel his body stiffen beside her.

“Todoroki, Todoroki!” Mina beamed, draping herself over the arm of the couch to smile giddily at him. “If scary movies don’t scare you, what does?” Shoto blinked and put his hand on his chin thoughtfully.

“Nothing, really.” Momo found it exceptionally odd, but his gaze slid to her again, and his response almost sounded lifeless.

“Aw, come on,” Kyoka whined. Her eyes remained glued to the screen, watching the fake blood fly in arcs as the chainsaw maniac went to town on the innocent and ignorant protagonists. She was avidly listening to the conversation despite her rapt focus. Ochako peeked up from her lap, teary-eyed and white-faced from fright.

“You mean this doesn’t scare you?” she sniffed with a gesture at the television screen. As another burst of homicidal laughter came from the television screen, she screamed and jumped up in Kyoka’s lap to bury her face into the crook of her neck. Kyoka, unfazed, patted Ochako’s head reassuringly.

“Nope,” Shoto quipped and sipped at his tea again. “I don’t find things like this scary.”

“What about bugs? Creeeeeepy crawly bugs?” Mina asked, wiggling her fingers to mimic the spindly legs of a centipede. Shoto shrugged indifferently.

“They’re just bugs.”

“Clowns?!” Tooru gasped with her invisible hands over her mouth, as indicated by her polished nails. Shoto laughed airily.

“Why would I find some goofy guys with big shoes and gaudy make-up frightening?” Mina giggled at his response and returned to the movie, squealing with laughter when a girl bungled over her feet and tripped.

“Bahaha! You moron! Why are you running in those heels?” Shoto chuckled to himself, amused by Mina’s enthusiasm.

The girls continued to interrogate Shoto about his fears, listing every common phobia that they could think of, but he deflected them with cool, focused ease. At some point, he finished his tea and reclined back against the couch with his hands behind his head. As he responded to Tooru’s question concerning whether or not he was frightened by spiders that wear flip-flops, Momo tucked her legs against her body as a slight chill gripped her. It seemed the dormitory’s air conditioner had kicked in, spreading cold air throughout the room. As she shuddered, she unknowingly fell against Shoto’s right arm, making him stop short in the middle of his sentence and glance at her. It took Momo a minute to realize why he was so startled, and when she did, she began spluttering apologies.

“F-forgive me! I trembled a little and lost my balance; I didn’t mean anything by it!” Her friends were watching her with expressions of devious amusement, which made Momo blush all the harder. Shoto’s frosty eyes fixed on her with an unsettling intensity.

“Yaoyorozu… Are you cold?”

“A-a little,” she admitted timidly. He blinked slowly at her, then reached behind them to grab the throw blanket folded over the back of the couch. Momo sat there, electrified, as he calmly unfurled it and draped it over her shoulder, pulling it together just under his chin. When he smiled kindly at her, Momo felt her heart jump right into her throat to choke her with blossoming affection. “T-Todoroki,” she smiled bashfully and looked down at his fingers where they held the blanket shut. She reached up to take the cloth from him, and their fingertips brushed for just the slightest second. Such a simple touch, but it sent electricity shooting up her arm like liquid lightning.

“Better?” Shoto asked quietly. Entranced, Momo nodded without realizing it.

“Better…” Both of them stiffened when someone cleared their throat. Both of their heads whipped to the side to see Mina staring brightly at them with a giddy smile splitting her face.

“Gettin’ chummy, are we?” Shoto and Momo turned identical shades of crimson.

“No!” They exclaimed simultaneously. Mina wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and continued to grin at them as she slunk back from her position on the arm of the couch. Momo retreated into the confines of the blanket, deeply embarrassed, while Shoto grimaced and tried to push himself into the gap between the couch cushions and the frame. Silence settled between them, interrupted only by Mina’s snickers and the grotesque sounds pouring from the television. Eventually, the slasher movie ended, and Mina peeled herself from the couch with a loud yawn.

“Ahh, that was fun! <3 Let’s watch the fourth one next week!”

“You mean there’s more?” Ochako wailed in dismay and looked at the pink girl tearily. “Please! I can’t take it! Can’t we watch a rom-com next week or something?” Mina tsked and waggled her finger at Ochako as she squatted out to remove the disc from the DVD player, then grinned.

“I’m kidding, ‘Chako! Of course we can watch something cute next week.” Ochako exhaled deeply in relief and melted over Kyoka, who was scrolling through her social media feed now that the film had ended. Mina tossed the DVD back onto the coffee table to return to the rental kiosk later and stretched her arms above her head. “Ooooo-kaaaaaay! I’m off to bed, ladies! Girls’ Night Plus Todoroki was fun!” Shoto smiled at Mina.

“Oh, yes, I had a good time.”

One by one, the girls filed out, leaving Momo and Shoto alone. Neither of them made any move to rise from the sofa; they stared dully at the blank black screen. Momo had begun to sweat within the confines of the thick blanket, so she shrugged her arms out of it, letting it cover her legs. The silence deafened her, ringing in her ears, so she broke the silence before she could go insane.

“Todoroki… I’m glad you decided to join us tonight,” she offered lamely, looking up at him. He grunted and continued to gaze levelly at the television, so Momo studied his profile. He really is pretty, she thought absentmindedly as she drank in his sharp jawline and silky two-toned hair and gorgeous heterochromatic eyes. When the blue one flickered to her, she blushed pink, but found herself unable to look away. Slowly, Shoto turned to face her, and retook one of her curls to rub it softly between his thumb and forefinger.

“How could I refuse when such a beautiful girl asks me to join?” Momo laughed nervously, thinking that surely he was teasing, but his expression remained deadly serious. Her spine straightened like a steel rod as his fingers traveled up the crimped length of her hair to brush over her jawline, then traced a path up to her cheekbones until he cupped her cheek. Momo drew in a breath as fireworks exploded through her nerves, painting invisible crackling lines all over her face. “You all wanted to know what I was afraid of.”

“Y-yes…” she murmured and swallowed thickly. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, so loud that she thought surely Shoto could hear it. She shivered slightly as Shoto leaned in close, and her eyelashes fluttered as his warm breath puffed over her face.

“I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” Momo swallowed again as his expression grew slightly sad. His thumb traced arcs over her cheek in gentle motions. She licked her lips nervously, and then asked, “Why would that scare you?” Shoto smiled warmly, seemingly a little relieved that she hadn’t rejected him outright.

“I;ve never felt so strongly about someone as I do for you… I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m afraid I’ll mess it up.” Momo couldn’t help but snicker a little. Shoto blinked at her, confused. She smiled affectionately and leaned into his touch, raising a hand to cover the one that held her cheek so tenderly.

“You’re doing pretty good so far.” Shoto chuckled. He inhaled deeply, then pressed his forehead to hers, gazing deep into her eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Momo.” The brazen use of her first name sent butterflies fluttering in her chest, spreading a bubbly giddy feeling finer than any champagne through her body. She smiled sweetly and pressed against him, bumping the tips of their noses slightly. Shoto’s gaze dropped to her lips, shiny with lip gloss, and he worried his bottom lip with his teeth. “Momo… Can I…” He trailed off when he glanced back into her eyes, because his answer swam within the gleaming dark depths of her irises. Slowly, he angled his face, and both their eyes drifted shut as he pressed his mouth to hers in a sweet, titillating kiss. Momo hummed at the foreign but not unwelcome sensation of his lips sliding smoothly over hers in gentle ministrations. While his one hand remained on her cheek, his other trailed up her arm, leaving fireworks behind.

They both sighed in contentment when he pulled away. Momo’s eyelashes fluttered as she came down from the small high, and then she smiled sweetly.

“So? Still afraid?”

“Not as much,” he laughed lightly. “Guess it’s true that it gets better when you face your fears.” Momo giggled, and once more, they grew lost in each other’s gazes. Just as Momo considered kissing him again-

“I KNEW IT!” The two sprang apart with startled yelps as Mina screamed from the entryway/ She was nearly sobbing as she filmed the two of them with her cell phone. “Momo, baby, you’re doing wonderful!”

“Mina!” Momo whined. Shoto had laid himself down on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, and resigned himself to a grim and embarrassing death. “This is what you call an invasion of privacy!”

“Look, when you guys make bedroom eyes in front of us, you relinquish your right to privacy,” the pink girl shrugged. Momo’s face turned that much redder.

“B-b-b-b-bedroom eyes?!”

“Oi!” came Aizawa’s grumpy voice as he opened his bedroom door to glower at them. “It’s almost lights out. Stop screaming and go to bed!” He made to shut the door, then opened it back up and glared shiftily at Mina, who was whistling innocently. “And you- no extortion or blackmail.” As he slammed the door shut, Mina wailed and stamped her foot.

“Booooo! You’re no fun, Mr. Aizawa!”

“What were you going to do with that footage?!” Momo exclaimed as she slapped her hands to her cheeks. Mina stuck out her tongue and giggled deviously.

“You’ll have to find out~!”

“Minaaaaaaa!” Momo howled as the girl skipped off back to her room. Momo flopped onto her belly against the cushions, groaning. “How mortifying…” She had to smile at the girl’s shenanigans- at least they kept things interesting.” Humming, she rolled on her side to run her fingers through Shoto’s hair as he remained face-down on the floor. “You okay?”

“I just want to die. Nothing unusual.” Momo snickered and played with the curling hairs at the base of his neck.

“She’s only teasing. She probably won’t do anything with the video.”

“But she’ll tell everyone and their mother,” he complained as he pushed himself up on his elbows and pouted at her. Momo giggled and cupped his face as he sat up on his knees in front of her.

“Oh, yes, she’ll definitely do that.” There was already a chorus of stomping steps and startled “Whaaaaaaat’s?” floated down from upstairs. Shoto groaned and leaned forward to press his forehead against hers, then smiled amusedly.

“Ah, well. I suppose it can’t be helped.” Momo hummed affirmingly. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his nose. In response, he grabbed her waist and rubbed little circles into the plush skin there. He then grimaced uncomfortably. “I don’t want to go up there.”

“Shoto, we can’t stay down here.”

“Why not?”

“Because! Come on. You’ve faced one fear; what’s another?” Shoto whined as she rose from the couch, letting the blanket fall from around her body. He remained kneeling on the floor, clinging to the hem of her nightshirt, and she nudged him with her painted toes. “Come on, Shoto. Better get it over with.”

“Fiiiiiiiine,” he grumbled, obediently rising. He remained clinging to the hem of her shirt and pressed his face into her curled hair, nearly smothering himself. “You can do the talking.” Momo snickered and patted his shoulder affectionately.

Who knew Shoto had such a fascinating fear? She thought amusedly as she toted him up the stairs. I would’ve never guessed…

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kingliam-rys · 4 years

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can I request for prompts with little one #4 & 33 for Liam x MC, Thanks!

Thank you so much for the request!! I had so much fun writing this. It’s truly pure fluff and I love it. 💜 I combined both of these instead of writing two separate fics/drabbles. Hope you don’t mind! Idk how it got to be 1k+ words, i’m sorry.

Apologies if there are any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes, I edit these and then tend to find(and fix) a bunch of mistakes after I post…

Prompts are from here!

4. Being immensely proud when little one takes their first steps alone./33.Waking up to little one crying out in their sleep.

A Royal Family Morning (Liam x MC)

A tiny wail from the baby monitor, interrupted the peaceful trance that the King was in. It took a moment to register his surroundings as he groggily looked at the clock. 5 am. He patiently waited to hear the monitor crackle to life again, hoping Ellie soothed herself back to sleep. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he regarded his wife, as she laid next to him. Hair tousled from their late night activities, blankets cocooned around her small frame. She rested peacefully, a soft snore passing her lip. God he loved her.

“WAHHH-HAAAAAAAA” Liam didn’t even need the baby monitor to hear that cry. Since the royal family was at Applewood Manor for the week, their sleeping arrangements were in closer proximity, and Ellie’s makeshift nursery was right next to their room.

He rolled his way out of bed, grabbing his discarded sweatpants and shirt from the floor to go comfort his baby girl. Eleanor’s cries were continuing as he spotted her sitting up in the crib, big tears filling her blue eyes, and rolling down her cheeks. His throat tightened at the sight, his heart hurting to see his princess so upset.

“Hey Ellie-belly, daddy’s here” He whispered, leaning over to pick up the almost one year old. Upon hearing her father’s deep voice, Ellie’s cries immediately stopped, reaching her chubby hands towards Liam, and resting her head against his shoulder. Only a few whimpers and hiccups caught, as she began to calm.

Liam sat with her, in one of the comfy chairs sitting in the corner, “What’s wrong princess? Did you have a bad dream?” He soothed, running a hand along her back, as they rested in comfort. Knowing she wouldn’t answer, he continued “it’s okay Eleanor, daddy’s got you now, you’re safe. No more tears.”

Liam heard a gentle sigh leave Ellie’s lips as she stared up at him, gingerly reaching her tiny hand up to his face. He placed a kiss to her palm, a grin on his face, as she settled. Ellie giggled at the scratchy feeling from Liam’s morning stubble, letting out a babbled “Da-da, da-da.”

Liam’s eyes crinkled at the corners, as he rocked her, murmuring to her-at first soothing words, then trying to lull her to sleep describing the plans and events that were scheduled for that afternoon.

Riley watched from the doorway, her heart, warming at the sight in front of her. She had woken from hearing Liam’s one-sided conversation on the baby monitor left in their bedroom, and decided to wake and take part in comforting her daughter as well. After dressing, she made her way to the nursery, but didn’t want to disturb the father-daughter moment in front of her.

“You shouldn’t stare, it’s rude,” Riley heard, her thoughts interrupted as she saw the two pair of blue eyes fall on her. She chuckled at her husband’s comments, taking a step into the room. “I wasn’t staring, just admiring.” She approached kneeling next to the chair, placing a kiss to Ellie’s hair. “What were we talking about?”

“We were just discussing our plans for later today, I was telling Ellie all about the fun and excitement that await her at the start of today’s opening celebration. Though, with her waking up two hours before she normally does, may throw off her nap schedule. I had hoped she’d fall back to sleep.” He explained, wrapping an arm around Riley as she moved to sit on the arm of the chair.

“Why don’t we all go lay in our bed, see if she’ll fall asleep there, and if not, we can just relax in bed until we officially need to be awake for the day.”

“Sounds perfect.” He remarked, adjusting Ellie further on his shoulder as the couple made their way back to their bed. The sun, beginning to peek through the curtains, Eleanor falling asleep between them, as they gazed at one another, sharing loving grins.

After a fairly relaxing morning of playing with Eleanor, drinking coffee and finalizing last minute press details for the annual Apple Harvest festival, Liam and Riley both took turns to dress, while the other watched Eleanor. Riley had taken Ellie to the nursery, to wrangle her, in her own black and white plaid dress, similar to the one she had on. Ellie’s eventful 5 am wakeup being mostly forgotten as the little girl giggled happily at her mother’s funny face, a way that kept her distracted from when Riley attempted to change her.

“Okay, Ellie-girl, let’s go see daddy,” Riley exclaimed, holding onto her daughter’s hands, walking her in between her legs, down the short hallway to the entrance of the manor.

Eleanor babbled happily as she was guided by her mother, taking careful steps. The eleven month old was on the verge of walking, but still required the assistance of her mother.

As they rounded the corner, Ellie’s eyes lit up at the sight of her father, tentatively letting go of one of Riley’s hands as she reached out towards him.

“Come on Ellie, come to Daddy.” Liam kneeled down, his arms outstretched to his baby girl.

Eleanor looked back to Riley, then again to Liam, “Go on Ellie” Riley encouraged, beginning to let go of her daughter’s hand. Eleanor took an uncertain step, wobbling at first, until she realized, she was steady on her feet, and quickly paced forward. Laughing as she reached closer and closer to Liam.

Riley watched and shook in excitement as Eleanor took her first solo steps, trying not to voice it too soon, afraid it would hinder her progress. Liam’s expression mirrored the same, a wide grin spreading on his face, as he regarded his daughter taking her first steps.

Ellie was within her father’s grasp and he immediately lifted her in the air, twirling her around cheering for her, “Ellie you took your first steps, you’re walking baby girl.” Riley joined their embrace, wrapping one hand around Liam, the other running along Ellie’s cheek. “You did it baby girl!”

“Our little baby is walking Liam, she’s growing up too fast,” Riley reflected how quickly her daughter’s first year of life has gone by, though the excitement of Ellie learning and discovering hindered the sadness most of the time. She still couldn’t believe they would be celebrating her first birthday in a few short weeks.

“Yes she is, but we get to watch every moment of it.” Liam leaned in, to place a quick kiss to Riley’s lips, their elated bliss was interrupted, as Eleanor squirmed in Liam’s arms, wanting to be set back down. Placing her back on her feet, Liam watched as his daughter began taking more hastened steps heading off on her own, roaming around the foyer of the manor, her little laugh’s echoing throughout the room.

“Uh-oh, looks like we’re going to have our hand’s full now.” Liam remarked to his wife, chasing after her, his heart full of love and joy, scooping up Ellie. And airplane-d her back towards Riley, Ellie’s laughter roaring louder than before, as the family made their way out to the manor grounds to kick off the festival.

#Anonymous #cristinawrites #liam x riley #liam x mc #the royal romance #the royal heir #king liam #king liam x mc #playchoices #trr #trh #apologies if i reblog this later #but i posted this super late #and kind of think it deserves more notes

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editzandfics · 4 years

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I’m On The “Don’t Harm” List (1/?)

This line is taking forever, Chelsea thought to herself as she leaned against the queue barrier. She glanced at Jenifer, her older sister, through the corner of her eye with a slight frown on her face. ‘It won’t take long,’ she said. ‘Just a few minutes and we’ll be out quicker than you can say spaghetti,’ she said.

It was quite the contrary, however, because Chelsea had been repeating “spaghetti” in her head for the past nineteen minutes, even adding “meatballs” to her inward chanting. She had already been reluctant to leave the house from a sudden premonition, and they were typically never wrong.

“What’s the hold up?” Jenifer asked herself aloud in irritation. “We shouldn’t have come today.”

That’s what I tried telling you, Chelsea wanted to retort, but she bit her tongue to hold it back. Rolling her head to relieve the tension in her neck from standing up for so long, she sighed and pulled her phone out from her pocket. The number of notifications startled her.

Oh, right. I forgot I had ‘Do Not Disturb’ on. The “volleygays” group chat had been texting nonstop, and Chelsea was surprised that people still texted in it as frequently as when it was created.

It’s been almost four years since the group chat was made, and Chelsea had already graduated high school by the time she was added to it.

Kinda makes me feel a little old even though I’m only twenty-two, she smiled with nostalgia.

She opened one of the notifications to reply to Dari, when loud bangs and the sound of glass shattering boomed from the entrance of the bank. In a panic, many of the people inside squealed with terror, whereas Chelsea remained slightly apathetic.

She didn’t realize that Jenifer was clutching her arm until warm droplets started dripping on it. When she turned her head, she saw that Jenifer was crying silently, making her eyes widen in surprise. I haven’t seen her cry since forever.

“Everyone get down on the floor!” a booming, gruff voice echoed throughout the lobby. A few more screams were heard before everyone was crouching low on the ground. Through the support of her little sister’s arm, Jenifer was finally able to get down, albeit shakily.

A few seconds later, four large men barged into the building, each one armed with a different type of gun. One of them walked straight up to the counter, demanding that the worker put money in the large bag he was holding. The sight of a weapon made Chelsea pale, and she finally realized that this wasn’t some romantic novel written by a bored teenager.

This was real. This was true fear.

Her blood rushed through her veins with adrenaline as she tried thinking of a way to get out of this life-threatening predicament. But while she was thinking logically, it was apparent that someone next to her wasn’t. A middle-aged man with small wrinkles at the corner of his eyes had indiscreetly reached for his phone.

That fool…! Chelsea exclaimed internally with a panicked look in her eyes. She tried signaling him to stop without any of the burly men noticing, but of course, his fear had clouded his vision. The consequences of his impudent actions were severe — the robber closest to their area shot him in the leg.

“Ahhh!” The middle-aged man screamed in agony. He dropped his phone on the ground and held his leg close, as if to ease the pain. The man who shot the middle-aged businessman strode over and crushed the cellphone under his boot.

Chelsea had frozen up, the loud gunshot striking fear deep into her bones. She was unable to look away from the blood gushing out of the man’s wound.

“A good example was set just now,” the man said, loud enough so everyone can hear. “If you move, we’ll shoot. So unless you want to help us with target practice, don’t even think about doing anything.”

I’m going to die, Chelsea gulped in fear. I don’t want to die.

“Wahhh!” Jenifer suddenly wailed, snapping Chelsea out of her thoughts. Chelsea turned her head quickly and attempted to calm her weeping sister before the man pointed his weapon at her. She warily glanced at him through the corner of her eyes and hugged Jenifer tightly, whispering comforting words into her ear. Fortunately, he didn’t do anything, and after a few minutes, Jenifer calmed down.

Thanks to her older sister’s outburst, Chelsea had composed herself and rid of her thoughts of dying. She finally let go of her and turned her gaze to the paling businessman drenched in sweat. Thinking of a way to help, since it seemed no one else had the courage to even breathe, Chelsea spoke lowly to her sister once more.

“Jen, I’m going to help that man over there, okay?” she whispered.

Shaking her head vigorously, Jenifer muttered, “No, no. P-please, don’t leave me.”

“It’s okay, it’s going to be okay. Just don’t move, and nothing will happen to you,” Chelsea reassured her. After a few seconds of Jenifer looking in her eyes for any signs of doubt, she breathed out slowly and nodded, loosening her grip on her younger sister’s sleeve.

Then, Chelsea slowly raised both her arms in a surrendering position, and the man that had shot the businessman swiveled so quickly she was surprised he didn’t get whiplash.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” he exclaimed, raising his gun at her. The sight of her surrendering pose made him hesitate from shooting. At least he still has a conscience.

“I’m just going to help that man over there,” Chelsea spoke slowly and carefully. “I don’t want anyone to die.”

After confirming that Robber #1, the nickname Chelsea made for him on the spot, wasn’t going to do anything other than watch closely, she slowly made her way to the man.

“Sir, are you alright?” she asked, just to make sure he was still able to think. He looked at her with slight relief in his eyes and nodded with a grimace.

Once she got over to him, however, her mind blanked. What am I supposed to do now? Thinking of every war and medical-related movie she’s ever watched, she remembered that pressure had to be applied to the wound, and something tight should be wrapped above it to stop the profuse bleeding.

Wincing from recalling what she must do, Chelsea carefully explained what she was going to do to the man.

“Sir, I’m going to need you to apply pressure to the wound. While you do that, I’m going to wrap something around your leg to stop the bleeding,” she said slowly. “It’s going to hurt, so please brace yourself and remember to pace your breathing.”

He took a deep breath and nodded, his arms shaking as he raised them to apply pressure. He gurgled out in pain as he made sure to hold his leg tightly, and Chelsea took off her belt as quickly as she could. Then, wrapping the belt around his upper thigh, she quickly buckled it to the tightest setting. Taking off her sweater, she placed the bunched clothing under the man’s hand.

Chelsea twisted around and reached for her sister’s purse, pulling out a fresh water bottle. Twisting off the cap, she crawled closer to the man’s head and brought the bottle to his lips.

“Thank you,” he grunted, tears still falling from his eyes. Noticing that Chelsea had finished helping the man, Robber #1 cocked his gun again.

“Alright, that’s enough. Go back to where you were,” he snapped. Nodding, she raised her arms in surrender again and scooted back slowly.

Geez, what an asshole. Who pissed in his cereal this morning? she thought to herself.

Or at least, she thought she did.

“What did you just say!?” Robber #1 yelled, stomping over to her. Yanking Chelsea’s hair and turning her face towards him, he continued, “Say that again, you fucking tonk.”

Chelsea clenched her teeth from the stinging pain in her scalp and glared at him for calling her a “tonk”.

“I said, ‘Okay.’ Goodness gracious,” she grumbled. But Robber #1 wasn’t taking anyone’s bullshit that day, and Chelsea’s obvious lie triggered his lack of self-control.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me!” he screamed in her ear, making her grimace. He suddenly jabbed her temple with the muzzle of his gun, and Jenifer shrieked in fear. That’s definitely going to leave a bruise.

“Chelsea!” she called, reaching out.

“Stay back, Jen! I’m okay,” Chelsea exclaimed in panic. She didn’t want to bring her sister into this.

Robber #2, the one threatening the worker to put money in the bag, faced the scene, wondering what all the commotion was about.

“Oi, Tora what’s all the–” Robber #2 started, but froze immediately once he saw my face. Okay, so this asshole’s code name is Tiger. Ha. Maybe that’s why he’s in a mood.

“This bi–”

“Let go of her right now,” Robber #2 commanded threateningly. The glare he sent Tiger was enough to make Chelsea shudder, and it wasn’t even directed towards her.

“But Vice-san!” Tiger whined. “She was being disrespectful!”

Robber #2, or Vice-san, treaded over and bunched his collar.

“Do you know who that is?!” he asked aggressively. “Take a good look at her face!”

Tiger furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at Chelsea with a sneer, tugging her head closer to him. She yelped in pain. After a couple seconds, he immediately loosened his grip as a look of recognition glossed over his dilated eyes.

“S-sorry!” He apologized to the young woman and bowed once very lowly.

Vice-san rushed over to the counter and hurriedly packed everything up. Then, signaling to the other two, he screamed, “Code Black!”

The buff men spun around quickly and widened their eyes when they looked at Chelsea, sprinting out the building and into the van waiting at the front. Chelsea let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and her strength left her legs, causing her to fall on the ground. One of the workers immediately dialed the police, another called an ambulance for the businessman, and everyone started crying in relief.

Jenifer rushed over and nearly squeezed the life out of Chelsea, and she let out a quiet “oof”. Hugging her back, Chelsea inhaled a deep breath once more and rubbed her sister’s back comfortingly.

“Thank god,” Jenifer cried into her shoulder. “Thank god you’re okay.”

The two sisters remained in that position until they heard the wails of several sirens, and they got up to finally leave the place in which the traumatizing incident took place. A couple policemen noticed the great deal of blood soaking Chelsea’s jeans and hands, and promptly asked her a bunch of questions.

“Miss, are you alright?! Did you get wounded? Do you know the people who...” But she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was wandering back to when Vice-san had demanded Tiger to let go of her.

Just what the hell was that supposed to mean?

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#gang #gangster #kuroo tetsurou #fanfiction #fic #what am i doing #lowkey like it

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Fruits Basket - Vol.10

This one was weird.

So it mainly took place at the summer house that Momiji,,, rented out? Something. It show-cased that swimsuit that Uotani and Hanajima grouped together (I guess Yuki and Kyo were also there, but they didn't seem to contribute much) to get for Tohru. She looks cute, it's great. There were some fun splashy-splashy, Tohru showing off her flawless swimming technique, which seems to just be gogogogogogogogogogogogoholyshitican'tbreathegogogogogogogogo, very sustainable, overall. 7/10, accounting for form and speed.

A large handful of the other Sohma family members were invited, such as Hiro and Kisa. Hiro is still miffed at Tohru for existing, but y'know it's fine. He actually ends up asking a pretty important question, one that hadn't really occurred to me, specifically about Tohru's past and her family. It's something that isn't really brought up much, so I'm glad that he asked. No one else is, but I am.

The question in question comes up when Tohru, Momiji, Hiro, and Kisa are setting up stuff so they can find stag beetles (which,,, is an activity), and Tohru's picture of Kyoko falls out of her picture. Hiro gives it back to her, then asks why Tohru only talks about her mom. Tohru doesn't really give an answer, she just gets kinda quiet for a moment, then she moves on. But like, yeah! Why doesn't she talk about her dad? He's rarely mentioned. All I know about him is that he's dead, and that, compared to her mom, he was kinda boring. He was very polite, which is where Tohru gets it from. I'm sure there's been a scene with him in it, but I couldn't tell you where it was.

Kisa doesn't like that Hiro just dropped the question on Tohru, and becomes upset with him. It's just a lot of misses with Hiro,,, he tries to do things to make Kisa happy, but then he just does shit and somehow she's angry again. Wamen is mystery... (He did later apologize to Kisa for it, it's fine)

Anyway, we shift gears entirely (we have gone from a manual to an automatic, that's the entirety of the gears we have just shifted) to Tohru's homeroom teacher. She's there. I don't know her name. But she's in a bookstore, her parent's bookstore, apparently, and Shigure's there, being vaguely antagonistic (he just seems to do that). Apparently they used to "date", though it seemed to just to be not even a façade. The reason they used to date is because Shigure saw that she (this teacher character whose name is unknown to me) (I have looked through the book again, her name is Mayu) liked Hatori, but at the time, Hatori was with his then-girlfriend, Kana. So obviously, Mayu didn't pursue Hatori, that'd be a douchebag thing to do. Still, she had feelings for him.

Flash back to present day, we have Shigure saying that Hatori has a girlfriend now, it's a whole thing yaknow, which doesn't feel particularly great on Mayu's end. Hatori himself comes in the next day, apparently he asked for a book or something, and she actually manages to ask him about his girlfriend. He is confused, because he doesn't have one, where did she get the idea? Mayu's feelings are in a fantastic turmoil, because she feels that there's no way she could try to be with Hatori, because she had seen what happened to Kana when they separated, she was a mess, and then the whole memory removal/repressing thing, it's a lot. She can't imagine how bad it must be for Hatori, it'd be intrusive. But on the other hand,,,,, man is pretty, so. Go for it lmao.

In the process of "going for it, lmao" though, she just,, is kinda a bit of a mess. Before Hatori actually shows up, her mom shows up and is like, "Ehh why aren't you married you're so old" (she's probably in her 30s) "you need to be married wahhh" and then when her mom sees Hatori walk in, she's like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) "ho ho, you're gonna marry this man, right?" which is like,, really unhelpful, Mayu's mom. She's already going through a lot, so when Hatori steps up to the counter and says all of "H-" she pushes him out of the store and out to,,, somewhere, I'm not sure. It might just be outside the store, I don't really know. It looks like a bridge or something. It's weird.

Anyway, she starts thinking about how he doesn't look particularly happy, which I guess she finds weird because she thinks he has a girlfriend, and she saw how happy he was with Kana, and so I guess things aren't adding up for her. She goes on this rant that if he's not happy, then the sky isn't blue or something, and I'm just kinda confused this whole time. Am I supposed to be confused, like this is just one huge vent for Mayu to Hatori, and we're just stuck reading this. After she says some stuff, she just starts fuggin bawling, absolutely wailing, people are staring, Hatori's basically like "Hey, what, no, stop, stop crying, no" (which is my favorite reaction that characters have to other characters crying because that is also my reaction), and once Mayu calms down a little bit, Hatori says that she basically cried for him. Mayu tartly responds that he has a girlfriend, she should cry for him next time, to which Hatori is properly confused. She asks for her tears back with interest, and then Hatori asks her out. So, all those who were wondering, this right here is how you manage to get your crush of two years to ask you out: ya just kinda,,, cry at them. Works like a charm!

(this is why i think this book is weird, it really feels like it came out of nowhere)

Going back to the summerhouse, Hiro finds out that his mom is pregnant. He's gonna be a big brother! Tohru and Kisa are congratulating him as if he's the one who is pregnant (which is something that i very much do not want to think about thank you very much) but y'know it's fun. It's also a closer look into the gravity of a Sohma family member having a child. Since all 13 of the zodiac have already been born, Hiro's mom won't have another zodiac baby, so there's that. She apparently didn't really have a problem with Hiro turning into a baby sheep/ram, because loves sheep! How cute.

Now we move onto much more serious and grave matters, specifically the fact that fucking A K I T O has the fucking gall to show up, being a whiny little bitch baby because the summer is hot and people are having fun, to ruin said fun of the Sohmas, I hate him! He also brought along Uotani's "boyfriend", his name is apparently Kureno. I wonder if Tohru will see him? It'll definitely be confusing. Wtf is Uotani's boyfriend doing around in a Sohma family summerhouse gathering thing? Weird.

Anyway, Akito shows up, finds Yuki vibing on his own, then calls Yuki the little bitch baby, then decides that he wants to see all the other zodiac people (Kyo isn't included, obviously). Sucks to suck, Akito, because Tohru and Kyo made pancakes, so, yeah. Guess who really missed out. Not much really is said about Akito said or did, the book pretty much ended when he was starting to address Haru, Hiro, Kisa, and Momiji, but I'm sure it won't be anything good. Tohru notices that Akito really has an effect on everyone, an instant mood dampener. Kyo himself even says that he likes to disrupt other people's good times, just to fuck with people, which, if that doesn't give you a slight insight into the kinda person that Akito is,, I dunno what to tell you.

Also, it's official, Yuki loves Tohru. We all kinda already knew that, at least I did, but now it's official. Did he say it out loud? No. But he thought it. In big ol bold letters. While having a close intimate moment with Tohru under the night sky in a foresty area, and that's basically saying it out loud. It's the same thing, right? Right. It is.

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