So what fandoms are you gonna write for? And what are your boundaries when it comes to requests (stuff you won't write (yandere, smut, ect.))?
Just wanted to know before I go ahead and request something
I meant to post my list of characters yesterday but my wifi was shitty (I forgot to turn off my vpn and my phone didn’t like that) but here’s the list! (characters might be added later on)
Marvel
Loki
MHA
Mezo Shoji
Keigo Takami (Hawks)
Tamaki Amajiki
Shoto Todoroki
AOT
Levi Ackermann
JJK
Kento Nanami
Megumi Fushiguro
Toge Inumaki
Suguru Geto
Satoru Gojo
Toji Fushiguro
Kamo Choso
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.
Kusuo Saiki
Buddy Daddies
Rei Suwa
Sugar Apple Fairy Tale
Challe Fen Challe
Kaguya-sama: Love is war
Yu Ishigami
Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun
Ryūjiro Tsuchigomori
Ouran High School Host Club
Takashi Morinozuka
Sk8 the Infinity
Kaoru Sakurayashiki/Cherry Blossom
Hazbin Hotel
Lucifer
Alastor
Vox
Genshin Impact
Arlecchino
Kinich
Dainsleif
Alhaitham
Wriothesley
Capitano
Neuvillette
Ororon
I ALSO write
Kaveh x Alhaitham
Ningguang x Beidou
literallt any other genshin ship that isnt illegal or just 😦
I have a pretty specific list when it comes to characters (I’m picky).
I’m ok with writing smut, just inexperienced so it might take me a while to write.
Things I won’t write are:
-pregnant reader or something where they have kids (i personally dont want kids so i feel it would show if i were to write it)
-underage smut
-minor x adult
-student x teacher (college is fine though)
-yandere themes
-noncon
-Valentino smut 😟
-piss/shit kink
-incest/stepcest
Anything not on that list is fine (might be edited later if I realize something that needs to be added)
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IM MAKING AN OC CHART AND ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I LOOKED AT IT AND I JUST LOOKED AT HER MOMS NAME AND ITS FUCKING RUMI 💔💔 AND SHE HAS PURPLE HAIR. I MADE THIS OVER A YEAR AGO. IM SO MAD RN
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I’VE WRAPPED MY FRIENDS PRESENTSSSSS (theyre literally the same size idk how the boxes ended up being so different in width and height) said friends, if u see this u didnt
synopsis ; after breaking your phone during a mission, you resort to an old fashioned way of communicating with sylus
word count ; 4.5k words
author's note ; hi everyone! i had this dream last night and thought i'd write it out haha. if you want to see any other love interest for this same prompt/idea, let me know! i'd love to write it for the other boys if people are interested :)
main masterlist - ao3
zayne | xavier | rafayel | caleb
So, you broke your phone.
It was an honest mistake, really! It was just another mission fighting Wanderers that went wrong. You didn’t get hurt, but unfortunately, your phone didn’t make it. It ended up in pieces — literally — and you were fighting back the tears as you walked back to the Association, the metal corpse weighing heavy in your hands. When you walked through the Association doors, Tara’s gasp shocked so many people that they thought you got hurt instead of your cell phone.
“How are you going to survive?” Tara asked you, hands covering her mouth as she inspects the metal parts on the plastic table in the break room.
“I don’t know,” you shake your head, arms crossed over your chest. You remembered Tara was more devastated about your phone than you were.
“What about all of your pictures? All of your contacts? Everything is gone! You heard Andrew. He said that it is next to impossible to reassemble your phone, let alone salvage the memory card!”
Well, shit. She did have a point. All of your pictures with you and your fruit vendor boyfriend. The late night texts just as he was getting up for the beginning of his day while you were about to end yours. All of the tired voicemails he left for you when you were gone on your longer missions. Fuck, you were even going to lose your secret photo album that consists of pictures of a sleeping Sylus, a man who simply couldn’t be bothered to wake up since he feels so safe around you.
You had lost it all and, well, you were devastated to say the least.
You walked back to your apartment and placed the phone parts on your kitchen counter. Before that, you stopped by your cell phone carrier’s store and placed a new order. Somehow, as fate would have it, all of the cell phones in Linkon — or just at the nearby stores — were backordered. Something about the new version being released so everyone and their mother wants to have one.
You are going to be without a phone for at least a week. That honestly sounds like pure hell to you.
You stare at the ceiling after plopping down in your bed. The ceiling fan slowly turns, your eyes following the blades as they spin in their perpetual cycle. You tried to watch television earlier but none of the shows tickled your fancy. You tried doing a puzzle but that just grew too frustrating. None of the books on your shelves stuck out to you either and what turned out to be a punishment for being careless teetered into something more. Something just absolutely torturous. While left alone with the silence of your apartment, you had no way to talk to your boyfriend.
You didn’t have one of those refrigerators that could somehow find a way to make a post on social media for him to see nor did you have any kind of creativity to send some kind of smoke signal for him to spot from the N109 Zone.
You did have the creativity, though, when it comes to your imagination. You could lay in bed all day and simply imagine scenarios to pass the time by. Letting out an exasperated and dramatic sigh, you shove your windows open and drape yourself on the edge, your eyes meeting the Linkon horizon. Just in the distance sits the N109 Zone, the tall and dark skyscrapers contrasting against the bright blue sky. You extend your hand out, pretending as if you could pluck Sylus from Onychinus’ base and drag him back to your apartment. You sigh and close your eyes, allowing your imagination to take over.
Two lovers separated by an event that was out of their hands. The princess is now trapped inside of the tall castle. The castle is guarded by many knights and horses, willing to stop at nothing to keep the knight from the kingdom of Onychinus away from their princess. There are treacherous lands that separate the knight from his princess, including the old maid who lives on the first floor of the tower who aims to marry the knight to someone who isn’t the princess.
“Caw! Caw!”
The sound of fluttering wings and a familiar voice catch your attention. You open up one eye and see a black crow flying towards you. A smile spreads across your face. You straighten your back and outstretch your hand. The bird’s little feet easily catch onto your finger and he gives you a loud caw as a thank you.
“Mephisto,” you smile down at the bird, drawing him inside of your apartment. You walk towards the couch and sit down, the crow making himself at home on the very special bird perch you bought for him awhile back. “What is the purpose of your visit? Business? Or pleasure?”
“Caw!” Mephisto flaps his wings.
“Ah! Business it is!” you continue your banter with the bird and slightly narrow your eyes at his. “Let me guess, is he watching right now?”
“Caw! Caw!”
“Ah! He is!” you clap your hands together, a newfound excitement fluttering in your chest. You jump to your feet and look down at the crow, who looks very eager to come and join you. A small plan begins to form in your head, something that will help ease the princess’ pain and gives you something to do until your phone is delivered.“Please, my dear Mephie! Allow your wings some rest!” your voice has suddenly turned to the accent a princess usually would, holding a playful tone while you dramatically run to your room. “I’ll be right back! I promise!”
Sylus was amused on the other end of the live video feed. His smile is big and his red eyes are vibrant from excitement. He loves watching you and your playful spirit. The video feed from Mephisto turns away from your image and back to the rest of your apartment. Mephisto blinks a few times, his head on a swivel as Sylus leans in close to the computer screen, taking in the sight of your apartment.
“Before you can ask,” Sylus speaks to the crow, knowing that the bird is listening to his every word, “the answer is yes: you are allowed to take the gems she has so clearly hidden for you. Go crazy.”
Mephisto excitedly caws and begins his maddening search around your apartment while you remain hidden in your bedroom. The man glances down at his phone, your text conversation with him on the screen. He has texted you at least three times since you were supposed to come back from your mission from the No Hunt Zone. Those messages were not returned and, well, Sylus was admittedly worried that something happened to you. That you somehow got hurt and needed his help. Sylus even set an alarm that woke him up earlier than usual just so he could make for sure that you came home safe.
He texted you a few times after that, trying to come up with the excuse of needing your help with one of his business deals, that it may have information that the Association would want about illegal protocores. That usually got you responding in a matter of minutes. He even placed his phone face down on his desk while pretending that he totally didn’t care about your message with the hope that it would somehow make you answer any faster.
Sylus stands from his desk, eyes moving up as the door to his office opens up. Luke and Kieran come stumbling inside, their laughs and snickers a familiar sound that Sylus honestly welcomes. He enjoys the chaos that they bring with them. It makes Onychinus feel less…lonely when you aren’t here.
“Boss!” Luke is the first to speak up. He waves to Sylus, who simply nods his head in response. “You’re up early? Or is it late?”
“Is there something important that you need us to do?” Kieran asks after slapping Luke on the back of the head.
“No,” Sylus shakes his head, the smile remaining on his face.
He glances at the computer screen, watching as Mephisto collects rare gems that Sylus has gifted to you over the months. His heart feels warm and full at the sight. There is a lingering feeling of confusion, though, that sits in the back of his mind. The question as to why you aren’t answering his calls and texts has him worried. Did he do something wrong? Is this one of those times you are trying to…what’s the word you used with him that he simply couldn’t understand? Ragebait? Are you trying to ragebait him? Or are you so tired that you haven’t had the energy to—
“Okay, Mephie,” your voice comes from the computer’s speaker. Sylus’ attention immediately fixates on the screen, the man lowering himself back onto the chair. Luke and Kieran giggle with each other but he pays them no mind, watching as you appear on the screen with…what in the hell is that?
You hold a small white piece of paper in your hand. It is rolled into a cylinder and is tied up with the red ribbon that he gave you earlier that week. The bow is perfectly made and looks like it came straight out of a romance novel. Mephisto flies towards you, landing on the perch. You drop to your knees, the smile on your face never leaving, has you very gently attach the paper to his little leg.
“Take care of my message, Mephisto,” you reach out and gently pat the mechanical crow’s head, “make sure my knight gets my message.”
My knight?
Sylus raises an eyebrow, his heart skipping a beat. That was the first time he has ever heard you refer to him as such a name. Sure, he can be your knight, but you must know that a man of his stature is more suited towards a dragon than hero.
Sylus turns to the twins who were just about to leave the office. He clears his throat and the boys freeze, slowly turning around to look at their boss. Sylus narrows his eyes at them and the corners of his lips perks up when he gives them their very first order: “Get the castle ready.”
It was mere minutes later when Mephisto arrived with your gift. The crow flies through the open window, its wings flapping and fluttering through the quiet hallways. The bird turns the corner and glides into Sylus’ office, making himself at home on the man’s shoulder. Sylus smiles, amused by the red ribbon that hangs from the rolled up piece of paper. He plucks it from Mephisto’s leg. The bird gives Sylus a caw and flies towards his designated spot in the office, a perch up in the corner of the room.
He slowly unwinds the paper. The more and more he uncovers, the more and more the office begins to smell like you and that perfume he bought for you. The sweet smells of pomegranate, honey, and sandalwood fills his nose. His body immediately relaxes, eyes closing as he smells that you have very clearly sprayed onto the paper. A gift for him to hang onto while he slowly uncovers this plan you have come up with because with you, there is always something to be on the lookout for.
Sylus opens his eyes and looks down at the piece of paper. Your handwriting is cute, much more legible compared to his cursive style. His red eyes scan over the letters, not reading the words quite yet, but rather savoring this piece of yourself that you put on the paper in front of him.
My Knight Sylus,
Oh, how I miss your handsome face. Those ruby eyes. You are everything that I dream of and more. I yearn to be by your side and bask in the glory of your kingdom but alas, a vast abyss must keep us separated during times like these.
I have found myself in a rather tricky situation, my knight, one that I must inform you through this letter. My usual mode of communication has been obliterated into bits and pieces. So, I thought that my knight and I could communicate like they do in fairy tales. The ones where a princess and her love have been separated.
I am so lonely in this tower and with each passing second, I miss you more and more. I wish to return to my knight’s side, but I am trapped in this tower with no escape. Perhaps, my knight will come save me one of these days?
With much love and adoration,
Your Princess
P.S., my patience only lasts so long. I may run off with a prince if you keep me waiting!
Sylus has never smiled bigger. He gently places the piece of paper onto the wooden desk in front of him. His cheeks are warm from a light blush, the idea of you as a princess waiting for him to show up. Will you toss him down your hair? Or must be fight an ogre in order to get inside of your apartment building? He clears his throat and grabs a nearby piece of paper. He slips a knife free from the desk drawer and slices it in half, grabbing a nearby pen to begin his letter for you.
Mephisto watches from the metal tree Sylus crafted for him. The crow prefers the comfortable one in your apartment but alas, he cannot complain. He turns away from Sylus and looks out the window. The sun has begun to go down and the once light blues have been replaced with dark oranges and purples as nighttime takes over the sky.
“Mephisto,” Sylus says after rolling the piece of paper up. He grabbed a small vial of his cologne from the desk, always having it on him just in case he needed to freshen up before a meeting or before you came to visit from the N109 Zone. The bird flies towards the white haired man and lands on his shoulder. Sylus silently attaches the letter to Mephisto’s neck, using ruby bracelet as something to hold it in place. “Deliver this to her. What until she sends something back.”
“Caw! Caw Caw!”
Mephisto departs from the window in Sylus’ office, his wings flapping up and down in its usual rhythm while heading back towards Linkon city. The bird is weighed down by the ruby bracelet but he keeps up his speed, suing the wind to carry in for most of the distance. His beady little black eyes make contact with the sight of your apartment building. There is light coming from your bedroom.
You are laying in bed, a small smile on your face since you know your letter is in good hands. A fuzzy blanket is draped across your body and you are wearing one of Sylus’ old shirts, one that he tried to throw away but you snuck it into your bag before you left his home. You bring the collar of the shirt to your nose, slowly inhaling the leftover scent of Sylus’ detergent. You close your eyes. The ache in your body begins to subside, the tension leaving your body with each passing second.
There’s a tap at your window. Your eyes open once again, one eyebrow perked up. Mephisto catches your eye, his chirps and caws muffled through the window. You immediately get out of bed and rush towards the window, opening it up so the bird can come inside. You catch him on your hand, his tiny little feet clinging onto your fingers.
“What are you doing here?” you ask with a smile on your face. You look at a tiny piece of paper that is attached to the bracelet. A quiet gasp leaves your mouth. You slip them from Mephisto’s body and watch as he flies to his favorite place in your apartment, making himself at home. “Ah, so that’s what you’re doing here.”
You rush back to your desk, plopping into the chair. You turn on your lamp, the warm and golden tones from the lightbulb illuminating the immediate area. You slowly unravel the piece of paper, Sylus’ cologne filling your nose. You let out a sigh of content. You do not wait or bask in the moment, though, ready to devour the words he has written to you.
My lovely princess,
I miss you as well. Your beauty simply knows no bounds and I cannot wait for my eyes to lay on your face once again. Please accept this bracelet as a gift to make up for my absence.
Must I ask about what happened with your old form of communication? Please know that your dragon may provide a replacement for you if your heart desires. I prefer seeing you work so hard to talk to me, though. I must admit that a part of me loves to see my princess lay her soul bare in her previous letter.
Also, I would not consider myself a prince. You know me. I am merely a fiend that wishes to keep his princess happy. A dragon that wishes to keep his most precious treasure locked away from those who can hurt her. I will save you from the tower you condemn but know that my armor comes with wings and an everlasting bond.
I wish to see you soon. As your dragon knight, I must inform my princess that my arrival will be sooner than you think. I have to deal with some previous arrangements but I will be there to slay the ogres and villains that keep you trapped at home.
You have my heart, please know that,
Your Dragon Knight
P.S., would you prefer a horse drawn carriage or to fly away with me once I save you from that wretched tower?
A squeal leaves your lips. This serious man that Sylus portrays is all a facade, a persona to keep his enemies afraid of him. If only they knew of the man who immediately gave into your antics and played along with your imagination. Sylus has always been the first to indulge in your desires but this? This is just perfection.
He said that he would be here sooner than you expected! What could that mean? Will he be here in a matter of hours or days? Do you need to pack anything for this bold escape that he has planned?
Never mind that! You have a letter to write!
Sylus has busied himself with preparations of your escape from the tower. He has remained on the phone with Luke and Kieran, informing them of your destination to his castle and the duration of the visit. The twins are already stocking the fridge full of food and ingredients. The twins are also cleaning the home, freeing it of dust and cleaning all of the sheets. Hell, the twins were also delighted to place candles all over the place to fit the “medieval” vibe that their boss described to them.
While they were doing that, Sylus was quietly ordering you a whole new wardrobe to be delivered to the castle. The last time the two of you were at the castle, you were on a job while he just so happened to cross your path. He took you to the dragon bones in the valley, one of the few places on the planet where he feels a special connection with. A connection apart from you, of course.
The smile has yet to fall from his face. It doesn’t falter when the twins inform him that they accidentally broke an ancient vase that came with the castle when he bought it.
He glances to the as soon as Mephisto flies in. He takes the piece of paper from the crow and carefully rolls it out. The scent is different this time. A new perfume, perhaps? Something to keep him on his toes, that’s for sure.
My Dragon Knight,
Please accept my humblest apologies for the lack of “dragon” in my previous letter. I was not aware that you wished to join in on the fun. Since you get to be a dragon knight, then I wish to be Sorceress!
And this Sorceress would love to fly away with you. Who needs a carriage when I have my fearsome Dragon to take care of me?
When do I get to see you? I am eagerly awaiting your response, my love. My heart aches knowing that this much distance has been put between us.
I must catch up on my rest though, my good Dragon. I hope to receive a letter from you soon.
Until I see you again,
Your Sorceress
P.S., I would like to humbly request that you provide your sorceress with a new shirt for her to steal…thank you!
Sylus’ heart flutters. He tries to contain his smile, to force himself back into the cold persona he usually wears round the base but it is simply of no use. The man places your letter beside the other one in his desk drawer, delicately placing it inside. He closes it and looks up at the mechanical bird that sits on his desk. Mephisto blinks his eyes at Sylus as if he is awaiting a reward.
“Did she say that I would give you something?” Sylus asks, amused.
“Caw!” Mephisto replies. Sylus laughs and shakes his head, unable to contain his amusement.
“Alright, alright,” Sylus calms himself down. He gestures to the open door. “You can pick out two jewels from my collection. Then we’re even for delivering the letters, yes?”
“Caw! Caw!” Mephisto cries out with a happy flap of his wings. He flies away and leaves Sylus behind.
Sylus sits down at his desk. He clears his throat and grabs the extra piece of long paper, grabbing his pen and writing a simple message on it.
You fell asleep in a matter of minutes. As soon as you let Mephisto go, watching him disappear into the night sky, you got back into bed and made yourself at home under the covers and blankets. Sylus’ shirt hugged you despite it being loose on your body. It brought you through comfort that you needed to, well, pass the fuck out.
The sun is bright in the morning. You forgot to close the curtain after Mephisto’s departure but the sight of a bright and Sunday day in Linkon is enough to accept your fate of waking up early. You sit up in bed and stretch out your arms and legs. A quiet groan falls from your lips and you let out an extra huff of air, a smile forming on your face.
You hop out of bed and open up the window, allowing the fresh morning air to greet you like an old friend. You close your eyes and keep your head poked out of the window, listening to the nearby ambiance of the city. Today is going to be a good day. You can feel it in your bones. It is just too bad that Sylus is probably asleep right now and isn’t on his way to come get you.
Alas, the Sorceress must wait until her Dragon arrives.
Something just out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. A black box with a red ribbon on top, the same one that you wrapped the first note in. Mephisto caws from the side of you. You smile at him, your heartbeat quickening. You reach for it and slowly pull the top of the box off. Inside sits a brand new phone. On top of the sleek screen is a small rolled up piece of paper. You grab it and slowly unravel the note, your heart skipping a beat.
My Beautiful Sorceress,
You look so beautiful. Even when you’re asleep, you are the most beautiful woman to ever exist. I am so lucky to have you in my life.
I decided to solve your communication problem. I took the old parts of your device and recovered all of your messages and memories. They await you in your new phone.
I wait for you too. I wish to see my love, my heart…the woman I live to serve.
Forever waiting for you,
Your Fierce Dragon Knight
P.S., I know it isn’t a horse drawn carriage nor is it a flight among the clouds, but…
The sound of a motorcycle engine catches your attention. You gasp, holding the letter close to your chest. You rush towards the window with the new phone in your hand.
Sylus swings his leg off of the motorcycle. He wears black pants and a white shirt. A smile sits on his face as he looks up at you, waving his phone in the air. He brings it to his ear and his eyes never leave yours.
The device in your hand begins to vibrate. The screen lights up, an image of you and Sylus at an auction appearing as the wallpaper. His name sits on the top of the screen with a red heart and dragon emoji next to his name. Your eyes move back down to the picture, knowing that it’s what he chose as his new contact photo.
It is Sylus’ favorite photo of you two, the one he always looks to when he wishes to see your face. The two of you are sitting side by side. Sylus’ arm is draped around your waist, his hand resting on your stomach. You lean into him with a bright smile on your face, staring at the camera while he looks down at you. Your hand rests on his chest and a big, diamond ring sits on your finger. He has never looked prouder than he does in the photo with you showing off his new gift.
You click the green button and slowly bring the phone to your ear, looking down at the man who waits for you down below.
“Good morning, sorceress,” Sylus’ voice is deep and husky. It shocks your body back to life, a ball of heat igniting in your chest. “I have slain all of our enemies. The ogres didn’t stand a chance and all that’s left are the faeries who aided me in my battle to rescue you.”
“What are you doing here?” you ask, your tone gentle and filled with love and adoration. “I thought it was going to be a few days before I could see you.”
“I live to surprise my sorceress,” Sylus says, his voice smug and cocky. “I did say that I would come sooner than you expected. Did you not read the letter I sent?”
“Sylus,” you shake your head as laughter falls from your lips, “what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you,” he sighs into the phone, expression softening. “I hoped to steal you back to my castle for the weekend. I thought we could have time for the two of us. I even bought you an outfit for the occasion. After all, I did vanquish all of your enemies. The sorceress is free to leave the confines of her tower with her dragon if she so wishes.”
“I love you, Sylus,” you breathe into the phone, already ready to embark on this adventure with him.
“I love you too. Now come on, your Dragon wishes to show his Sorceress all of his treasures.”
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i just found an absolutely peak anime and my friend informed me that most of the people in the fandom straight up ship minor x adult… like there are grown ahh people in this fandom going “oh yeah i ship this HUNDRED YEAR OLD MAN with this FIRST YEAR HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT.. and they try to justify it whenever someone talks against it. like just tell me you’re a pedo yourself at this point. these r probably the same people who ship sukuna x megumi ts pmo
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Tsuchigomori x GN!Reader
CW: mentions of blood
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This..
As Tsuchigomori looked at the scene in front of him, it felt as if everything in his body froze, tears running down his face.
Is why I don’t have relationships with humans.
The face of his lover was pale, a stark difference from how they used to be. The blood that would rush to their cheeks from his teasing was now anywhere but their body. The car that had hit them drove off immediately, the driver not wanting to be responsible for the accident. Their eyes got more clouded as onlookers called for help, but he knew there was no way to get them back now. He had seen eyes like that many times before.
When emergency services arrived and he saw as they pronounced them dead, it was like someone covered his ears. The only thing he could hear were his ragged breaths and all he could feel was the strangling feeling around his neck as he held back his sobs.
Stumbling back into the school building and into his library, he finally let it all out. His sobs echoed throughout the bookshelves and he fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands.
The memories he made with them was all he had left.
The way they comforted him through his struggling moments, how they made him laugh, their own laugh. How, although a brief moment of shock, they still loved him after finding out about him being an apparition.
Pushing himself up, he looked up at a painting they made for him. He got up from his position on the floor and approached it slowly. It was a gorgeous gouache creation of lavenders, the purple standing out compared to the dull background, which they had intended. He remembers how their face was lit up when Y/N brought it to him, saying it was their best work yet and how they wanted him to have it.
That was a week before their untimely demise.
Knowing that they would no longer be there caused a nauseous feeling to fill him. He turned to his desk, his breath quickening before he started crying again, punching his desk over and over with the banging causing butterflies to erupt and flutter through the air.
~~~
Three Months Later
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When Hanako, Nene, and Kou dragged him out of his library, he complained.
A lot.
He heard them talking about a new apparition they found, the hallway, and a supposedly haunted painting.
”And why are you bringing me with you?” He grumbled.
Hanako simply grinned and responded with his usual cheerful tone, “Because last time we found a new apparition we barely made it out, so we need adult supervision now according to Nene.”
“I am not about to become ghost chow!” She cried out, hands trembling at what this next one might contain.
“They’d go after you because of your daikon legs, not because you were there.”
The librarian watched as she slapped number 7’s arm, thinking back on how Y/N would tease him in a similar way before.
Kou, Nene, and Hanako bickered back and forth as they walked to their destination, Tsuchigomori taking out his pipe before pausing, putting it back in his coat’s inner pocket. Y/N hated whenever he used it, even after he tried to explain he was already dead and nothing bad would happen from him using it.
“Here we are!”
Looking up, they all looked at the huge painting on the wall that they hadn’t noticed before. It was as if it both existed and didn’t at the same time, only existing when the viewer wanted it to. The painting had dazzling shades of purple and magenta, the image of an arch drawing them in.
Reaching out to it, Hanako’s hand went through, the paint warbling around him as he walked through, lending his hand to Nene and pulling her through before she could protest. Kou and Tsuchigomori followed in, and as they did they heard something- no, someone, repeatedly hitting a wall which echoed through the huge empty white room. The only things that stood out were a multitude of paint buckets, beautifully painted landscapes - including the one they walked through - and a figure hunched over the bare floor.
When Tsuchigomori glanced around at the paintings, Hanako walked up to the figure, “You must be the new apparition we’ve been hearing about.” The apparition whipped their head up at his voice, “Although, you’ve been much calmer than most I’ve met.”
They looked at Hanako before their eyes trailed behind him and widening. Tears graced their eyes before speaking, “Is that you.. Ryuujirou?..”
His breath got caught in his chest after hearing their voice, his own eyes widening before turning to look. He gasped when he saw it was them.
Y/N.
They stood up, and as they walked they left behind a trail of different colors of paint. He walked closer to them too, and with just a few more steps to go, he used his other four arms to brace himself as they ran into his arms.
They held each other close as tears started streaming down their faces. Pulling back, Ryuujirou gently put his hand on Y/N’s cheek and caressed it with his thumb, staring lovingly into their eyes.
“I-” His voice came out strained, making him cringe a bit, “I’ve missed you.. so damn much.”
As they stared into each other’s eyes, they closed the gap between them with a soft kiss. Warmth filling them with a fuzzy feeling inside as they pulled away shortly after, resting their foreheads against each others as they simply held the other in their arms.
The students and the ghost watched on nearby, Nene whispering, “We should leave them be,” to which the boys nodded, walking to the portrait they came through before.
Ryuujirou and Y/N stood there holding each other, making up for lost time.
so I binge watched Sk8 the Infinity in one day, and I have one question
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WHY DOESN’T CHERRY HAVE ANY MORE LOVE LIKE I JUST WANNA FIND A LOT OF FANFICTION OF HIM AND THERES BARELY ANY AND MOST OF THEM HAVE JOE AS A BF ASWELL BUT I DONT WANT HIM 😭
LIKE LOOK AT THIS FINE MAN
HE’S JUST
MMM
thank you for reading my rant
some cherry content may come from me soon I just gotta do my requests first
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whenever I rewatch mha or tbhk I have this stupid problem of obsessing over Ian Sinclair’s voice acting (Mezo Shoji mha, Tsuchigomori tbhk) and I think I should probably get help bc of it but like
When he voices Tsuchigomori 😩🤌✨THE WAY IT GETS SO DEEP ALL OF A SUDDEN JUST MAKES ME SO EJFBJENGNJENG 🤭
FOAMING IN THE MOUTH LIKE-- FINALLY AN AUTHOR WITH REQUESTS OPEN AND WRITES FOR OUR KING SHOJI!!!!
*ahem* I'm just really excited and hyped-
idk if you rather write this as a oneshot or a headcannon, it's up to you!
How about a telekinesis reader (think of tatsumaki from OPM) who is known to be dating shoji. Like-- the scene here is when shoji tells the whole class about his past like in the manga. Reader is someplace else when his history/face reveal happened. Mina or any of the girls in the class, out of curiosity and care for their friends, asked if reader already saw his face and all. And he's like-- 'Yeah and y/n had a VERY different reaction to it than all of you here.' and the whole class became like low-key angry till he laughed and explained how reader had the most perfect response to his reveal.
Because when he showed his face to reader, reader looked at him sadly while caressing the scar on his face and started saying like "Oh Mezo, what happened? This must have been painful *smiles sadly at him* but even with the scar, I still love you."
Cue Mezo malfunctioning. Because this bitch fr thought he was wearing a mask to hide his scars like 😭 'Im using this mask to hide my face in general???' Like he has to make sure and tried explaining and reader is like- "Huh? Scary? You??" Like-- that's why reader's reaction was his favorite so far. It was not out of fear or pity- it was anticlimactic turned romantic. (Reader probably already had seen too much in the hero field to be phased anymore lmao)
Sorry this got long-- I'm a deprived mezo fan since 2019. And only started brainrotting now when authors and content creators started giving him some love 💕
FOCUSED ON THIS SO HARD AS SOON AS I SAW THIS WONDERFUL IDEA SO I HOPE IT’S HOW YOU IMAGINED 🫶
IGNORING PREPPING FOR FINALS WITH THESE BUT IT’S WORTH IT 🤭
Shoji x gn!reader
a oneshot on how y/n reacts to seeing shoji’s face for the first time (along with class 1-a)
This contains manga spoilers, so read if you’d like
Mezo was worried about doing this without you, his girlfriend, there with him, but he said he would do it, so he’ll follow through with it.
When Aizawa asked for your help in regards to Eri’s power, Mezo decided that it was time to reveal his face to the rest of the class. He didn’t want you caught up in the trouble that might occur with their reactions.
As everyone sat in the main room, he took his mask off, bracing himself for his reactions before telling them all his story.
As he explained it all, their reactions were around the same, shock and horror painting their faces before they all went to hug him.
After a moment of silence, Yaoyorozu spoke up, “Have you shown Y/N yet?”
“Yes I have, and they had a very different reaction to it than you all did.”
All of their eyes widened in shock at what that could mean, and as Shoji realized they were taking it the wrong way, he corrected them, “No, no, they didn’t react badly, they just..”
~~~
You and Mezo were in your room, him fidgeting constantly as he sat on your bed next to you, watching you practice your quirk on different things around your room.
Just as a pencil floated into your hand, you looked over to him, a worried look on your face, “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been fidgeting a lot.”
He turned to you before diverting his eyes, nerves filling him after each second. Taking a breath to calm himself, he looked back at you, “I was thinking.. I’m ready.”
You blinked, “Ready for what?” After a moment you realized, your eyes lighting up in glee, and you gasped, “Really? Are you sure?”
He smiled at you, albeit, under the mask, but you could see the corners of his eyes crinkle a bit which was a telltale sign for you, “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Turning his body towards you fully, he took a deep breath as you did as well. You smiled gently before taking one of his big hands in your own, “Take your time, love.”
He squeezed your hand gently before letting go, his hands going up and lowering his mask. The bundle of nerves in his stomach seemed to quadruple, only for it to melt away as he felt your hand gently cup his cheek.
“Mezo.. what happened?” You gently rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone, “This must’ve been painful.. but even with the scars I still love you.”
It took him a moment to realize, but those words along with how you looked at him showed that you didn’t even realize that the shape of his face was different, and instead you thought his reason for hiding his face was the scars.
“N-No, I don’t hide my face because of the scars, it’s because of.. well, people always told me my face was scary..” He averted his gaze away from you.
“Wh- huh? ‘Scary’??” Bringing your other hand to his face, you brought his gaze back to yours, “All I see is an absolutely gorgeous man, I don’t see anything about you that I would consider ‘scary’.”
After a few moments of looking into each other’s eyes, Mezo’s arms were hugging you to him tightly. No words were spoken as you sat like that in his arms, calmness finally washing over his worries as if they were never there.
“Thank you.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for, Mezo.”
Pulling back, he looks at your lips then back to your eyes, and you nod softly with a small smile. Slowly leaning in, you share a soft kiss.
Bliss fills both of you as you pull back, going back to hugging as he lays back with you on top of him, your weight relaxing him as he feels the exhaustion of worrying catching up to him, causing him to fall asleep on your bed.
~~~
As he finished retelling the story, he looked up at his classmates who all had tears in their eyes as Mina was the first one to speak, “That- *sniff* was such a cute story.”
Right as she blew her nose, you opened the door to the dorms, slightly shocked to see everyone sitting in the main room, and even more, that they were all looking at you.
“I’m guessing I missed something important?” Looking over to your boyfriend, your eyes widened as you saw him without his mask on in front of them. He smiled at you softly, to which you reciprocated instantly, “It seems I did.”
Walking over, you start to see that all of your classmates have tears in their eyes which cause you to worry, looking between them and Mezo. “As much as I’d like to be caught up to speed, I should really go to be-”
You were cut off as Mina and the rest of the girls jumped and hugged you as Ochaco said something about how adorable that story was, but you didn’t think you heard correctly.
Stuck in their grasps, you struggled out a, “Ok, nevermind I’ll just stay here then.” Before hugging them all back.