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kayentokk · 9 months

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If you can, I have a request for the mha boys reacting to their s/o rejecting their affection. Sorry to bother-

Never a bother, of course I can. Sorry it took me a while to reply. I hope this is what you had in mind.💕

Pairing; Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijiro, and Amajiki Tamaki x GN! Reader(separate)

Contains;absolute fluff, attitudes, baby angst, misunderstandings, a lot of misunderstandings

wc; 2028

A/N; For some of my softie MHA boys lol.

Rejecting the MHA Boys affection

☆ Bakugo Katsuki ☆

Now-

Ik I said for my softie MHA boys which is why he seems out of place

But you can’t tell me

That this fool

Won’t have a whole ass attitude

Cuz you “rejected” his love

I mean seriously

Who do you think you are?

To REJECT

Bakugo “Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight” Katsukis hug

Huh?

🤨

Just who?

I mean sure he didn’t really hug you-

He just stood there waiting

And waiting

Expectantly

Because you always hug him when he comes back from an assignment

I mean he just can’t believe you

It’s outrageous that you would even do that to him

So he sulks

And sulks

And sulks some more

I mean he doesn’t get why you couldn’t just hug him back

I mean yeah sure you were doing a assignment for your art class

And yeah sure you had charcoal and ink all over your hands

But you coulda hugged him back 😒

☆ “Kats-“

“No it’s fine.”

“Are you really gonna pout the whole time?”

“M’not poutin.”

“Oh yeah? So why’s your lip poked out? Why are you slouched more than normal? How come you’re quiet in an awkward way? Why’s your right eyebrow slightly more furrowed than the left is normally? Do you want me to go on?”

“No. I told you m’fine,” he says unfurrowing his eyebrow, sticking his lip back in, and sitting up.

Goodness, why do you have to know everything about him?

“Do you really want me to hug you with ink and charcoal all over? You want me to smother you while I smell and-“

“No I don’t. Told ya I wasn’t waiting for a hug.”

“Then what were you waiting for?”

“….”

Silence.

“Alright fine I was trying to be nice since I’m all messy, but since you wanna be stubborn you’re asking for it,” you replied getting up from your chair and pouncing on him.

“Hey get’offa me, said I ain’t want your hugs-“

“Oh shut up ya big baby.”

And he does, Bakugo Katsuki, shuts up. Even though the strong scent of the charcoals you use to draw is still on you, and the wet clay underneath your nails had made its way onto his black tee and the tips of his hair, he could care less.

In fact, he could stay like this forever. ☆

☆ Midoriya Izuku ☆

okay he genuinely thinks he did something wrong

Like omg what’d I do?

The definition of a lost puppy

Immediately goes to self doubt

He went to kiss you

And you dodged

What????

Confidence?

down the drain.

Whole day?

ruined.

Has like a cloud of thunder and rain above his head while he’s trying to figure it out

He mentally replays the day

Digging through his brain

He is wrecking it

Until ur just like

Dude

It wasn’t like that/it was a accident

Misunderstandings much?

You hafta reassure him so much after

☆ It had been such a long day for him. Mentally and physically draining. What more could he possible want in life than to hang out with you? Nothing, he thought.

However when he came to greet you, like he normally does, and he leaned in to kiss you on the lips, like he normally does, you dodged. His soft, and oh so ready lips, were met with your cheek.

…..

Your cheeks are great too! Don’t get him wrong, but…were you upset with him? Had he done something to offend you?

He mentally sighed, scraping through his brain to find something, anything. Wracking the shelves of his mind. Well to be honest, he hadn’t really seen much of you today because you were both busy-

Was that why? Did you not want to kiss him because of that? He should’ve taken some time out of his day to text or call you, and maybe you wouldn’t be so upset, right? He had a lunch break for like 20 minutes, he could’ve checked in you then. Instead he chose to eat his lunch like the selfish, sick, bastar-

“Izu?”

“Huh?” He questioned, quickly snapping out of his thoughts.

“Izu, you okay? You seemed a little lost there for a moment..”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No baby, why?”

“You- you dodged my kiss…”

“Were you like totally zoned out the whole time I was talking after that?”

“Kinda,” he said embarrassed.

“Silly, I said I was leaning in to kiss your cheek, sorry. I even pecked you back on the lips after, you don’t remember any of that?”

“N-no?! I’m sorry…”

You exhaled, “It seems you’re too exhausted today huh? Let’s go take a bath, yeah?”

He happily agreed, and was in utter bliss at you taking care of him the rest of the night. Gentle head pats were shared, sweet nothings whispered in the dead of night, and finally, peace hit when he fell asleep in your arms. ☆

☆ Kirishima Eijiro ☆

Lowkey breaks down into a very “manly” mess

Kirishima is a big affection guy

The best way he can fix things or lighten the mood is

Hugs

High fives

And that’s always worked for him

So when he can’t really do that

…he’s at a loss

Words? He can be good at words…kinda?

He’s just not very sure

He’s more of a physical affection

So one day when you’re hanging out

He can tell your mood is off

That’s one thing he’s gotten really good at is reading you

You’re upset

so ofc he tries to give you a hug

But you decline not wanting that

Ofc this is about you and he’s still gonna try his best

It just made him sad to think that that’s the only way he knew how to help you

…yet it doesn’t always work

☆ Honestly, you were just upset today. Things weren’t going the way that they were supposed to. Granted, they were small things but they still bothered you. Eventually building up to your soured mood.

You’d tried talking to “friends” about it, but we’re just given responses like, “Do you know how minor that is compared to my day?” Or, “Don’t focus on the negative,” and the most common, “Why are you being so selfish?”

After those you just gave up and tried to get through your day. Trying to get back in the excited mood because you were supposed to hang out with Kirishima today. So everything would be fine shortly, or at least that’s what you thought.

He showed up at your apartment to just watch movies, and you figured it would be okay. However, as the movie went on you found yourself not able to pay attention. Kirishima noticed this as well and immediately asked what was wrong. When you brushed it off with a “nothing,” he knew it wasn’t nothing.

Normally cuddles always brought you out of your saddened state, at least a little. So he wraps his arms around you in a warm hug and tries to snuggle close. This simple but oh so caring act of affection was not able to bring you out of your mood, in fact it almost worsened. You nudged him off with the excuse that it was “too hot.”

Oh, he thought.

You were really upset, and there was nothing he could do. The only thing he could do, the only thing he knew he excelled at in life, couldn’t help. So why was he even here? It made him feel useless, and stupid.

Quickly realizing that his mood had changed, you started to feel bad. Gosh why couldn’t you just stop being so selfish?

“Sorry,” he quickly stated before you could.

“What are you sorry for? I-I should be the one who’s sorry..”

“No I,” he sighed deeply, “I don’t know how to comfort you, and there’s nothing I can do to help so I’m basically use-“

You cut him off with a peck on his forehead.

“Wh-what are you-“

“Just you being here is helpful to me Eiji. I was just having a rough day today, okay? It’s not your fault.”

“But still I should be able to comfort you…”

“Well, I could seriously use someone to vent to,” his eyes lit up at that, “as long as you don’t interrupt me to say how much harder your day was, or tell me how negative and selfish I’m being.”

His eyebrows crinkled downward and his whole face shifted into a frown, “why would I do that?”

“Long story babe.”

“Well good thing I’m here to listen.”

Now he has a new way he can comfort you, and he’s an expert at listening as well. ☆

☆ Amajiki Tamaki ☆

Okay legit the definition of an awkward misunderstanding

Even though his natural personality is shy and timid or quiet

He’s more comfortable around you

But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get stuck sometimes

Like he’s gonna do something

And then bam

Nvm 😅 🫠

He’s so disappointed with himself

He built it up and was so ready

So he just accepts it

This time though you don’t beat him to it

In fact you don’t do it at all

It causes him to think something is wrong

But you had noticed his frustration lately with something

After noticing it was his courage you decided you’d let him greet you today

So he builds himself up

Even stands in front of you

While you wait patiently

And then

He just gives a stammered out never mind and a defeated sigh

Because what if you don’t even want to hug or kiss him anyway?

☆ Tamaki comes home everyday, to your shared apartment, and everyday you’re the first person he sees. He always finds you where ever you are, normally in your study, and you hug and kiss him. Then there in the room you guys talk about your days and unwind, mostly him listening to you.

Recently though, you had noticed him being more frustrated? You weren’t sure what if was but it was always after you hugged and kissed him, you could tell because his brow would slightly furrow and his lips would poke out in a pout. You weren’t sure why though, did your breath stink? No. Were you hugging him too tight? No Tamaki loves your hugs. So what could it be?

You called up the person who knows him second best, his closest friend, a friend of yours as well since you’ve started dating Tamaki. Mirio. You figured Tamaki might have said something to him even if it was just a mumbling her overheard, and you figured correctly.

Mirio told you he had only hear Tamaki mumbling about courage and greetings recently, which was enough for you to put two and two together. You thanked him for his helpful information and waited on Tamaki to arrive home. It was his early shift today so at about 7 he’d be home.

You waited this time, in the living room. This time when he came in you simply gave him a, “hey ‘tama” and he greeted you back coming to sit on the couch with you. For a moment he stared, waiting, almost expectantly.

He was building himself up, and you were giving him time. It wasn’t awkward silence, just expecting, patient silence. After a couple minutes you were about to speak when he kissed you.

I did it! Was all he could think of, but he was a bit harsh and one of his teeth bit your lip causing you to break the kiss.

Oh no, what if I was right? She didn’t want to kiss me at all! I should’ve just gave up-

“Tamaki? Are you okay?”

“I-I’m…I’m sorry,” he said in a hushed tone.

“It’s okay, accidents happen.”

“A-accident?” He said confused.

“Yes, I’m assuming you didn’t bite me on purpose,” you said giggling.

Then it clicked in his brain, he was so excited he had finally done it, he accidentally hurt you in the process. It made him sad, a sullen look now appeared over his features.

“I’m sorry. I- I just really wanted t-to-“

“I know Tama, and it’s okay,” you reassured him, “you can just keep trying.”

Smiling he asked hopefully, “really?”

“Of course.” ☆

Hope this fulfilled your request! @/cafekitsune for the divider

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inklore · 1 year

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little black dress

premise: “you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come." or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.

pairing: javier peña x (f)reader

word count: 967

warnings: eighteen+ content, established coworkers with benefits, fingering, dirty talk, sexy threats, also despite the title there is no reference to readers body or body image within the fic.

note: hi ya girl is writing again and this is the first thing i've written in what feels like forever, therefore i literally found a new writing exercise with prompts and all the dirty inspo i could ever need. thus how this filthy work of art came to be.

“How long do we have?” The edge of the wooden desk is digging into your palms as you try to keep yourself from falling back into the speckled wall. The yellow tint from the smoke of prior guests caked on the walls was not your idea of a good ascent to your perfume, nor will it be for the tight black dress you wore today to look extra professional.

The dress being the root cause of you being propped up on the hotel desk, the tight fabric driving the man whose fingers are knuckle deep inside of you crazy.

“Not enough time for you to be focusin’ on anything but coming for me.” Javi’s tone is stern and authoritative in that way that tells you his impatience is wearing thin and he’s not happy about it.

Not happy about having to rush this. The sprint back to the complimentary room they gave you and your team for the days you’d be using the hotel’s conference room to house all the people you’d need to finish up the current investigation—weighing you down—was the most impatient you think you’ve seen Peña.

The way his mouth molded to yours in a rough kiss, nicking your bottom lip with his front teeth as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. The sting your shoulders felt when his body weight molded you to the door only arousing more as he pulled you to the nearest surface to perch you on and slip his knee between your thighs to rub the fabric of his jeans against your panties.

He didn’t waste time teasing you for long. Didn’t let your hips start that slow grind against his thigh that he loves to watch so much. His fingers pushing the hem of your dress up your thighs, making the muscles ache with the tightness of the fabric. An ache that was soon forgotten the minute his fingers ran through your wetness.

Spreading you with his pointer to find your clit. The few tight circles the pad of his finger gives to the aching nerve make you gasp and bring your thighs to rest at his outer hips.

And now with how deep and fast his fingers are fucking up into you, you want to personally slap whoever’s idea it was to make lunch only an hour.

Surely Javi could take your body apart and put it back together within that span of time, but with the two of you, no amount of time ever seemed enough. Satisfying.

It only took a week for you to hear of Peña’s notorious ways of doing things—in and out of his bedroom. And two more weeks for the tension to start between the two of you; when you said jump, Peña stayed stationary; when he said run, you walked, when he had a lead, you followed your own, and vice versa. A never ending loop of the two of you getting on each other's nerves and doing whatever you could to stay away from each other instead of working together like you were meant to be.

And maybe it’s the stubbornness the both of you have. The love for a job that's hard and slowly eats away at you if you let it, and sometimes you find whatever salve you can to slow the festering—or maybe it was the whiskey the two of you shared one night that had you bent over a desk and driving home with Javi’s come staining your underwear that got you to this situation.

Either way, there was little to complain about when his fingers were so masterful and you were close to coming.

“You know how good you look in this dress?” Javi grunts against your mouth. Tongue running along your bottom lip before it slips past and against yours. “Can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come so no one else will get to see you in it. Fuck you in it. Only me.”

His grunts mingle with your moans, the slow movement of his hips as he rubs his jean-clad cock against your inner thigh, mixed with your own hips moving, makes the desk bang against the wall.

You pray no one from either team is bunked up next door to you.

You’d never hear the end of it.

“Who knew all it took was a little black dress to make Javier Peña succumb to madness?” You tease. Bring one of your sore palms to the back of his head to spread your fingers in his hair.

To keep his mouth and filthy words drawn out and licked into your mouth.

“As soon as this shit is done with, I’m going to rip this dress from your body and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

You know he means it.

Know his threats have as much backing as a crazed animal, and you love it. Love how crazy the two of you make each other. How a work day of teasing will leave your ass raw—and sometimes fucked—and him leaking from you for hours.

His fingers curl inside of you, touching that spot against your walls that has your thighs tightening around his waist and your throat hoarse and scratchy from the cry he’s not quick enough to cover up with his mouth. The pleasurable buzz contorts your body, springing tighter and tighter the longer his fingers fuck you.

“Javi–don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck.”

“That’s it. When you’re sitting at the table surrounded by everyone and you can’t move without feeling your own wetness, your own come sticking to you, ruining this pretty little thong—I want you to think about how much of a little tease you were wearing this dress and how I’m going to fucking destroy you in it later.”

#javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier pena x you #javier pena x y/n #pedro pascal x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fic #pedro pascal blurb #javier pena imagine

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some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too · 11 months

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hii I don’t know if I’m supposed to give ya a prompt like said. But I’ve been feeling angstyyyy sooo if you can no bother my love, could ya do : all of the outsider boys reacting to you (s/o) death?

A/N: Hi anon! the post for the prompts thing is here but i’m taking requests too so dw! I’m feelin the angst rn so this was perfectly timed!

The boys if their S/O d!ed

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⚠️ TW for death, implied suicidal thoughts ⚠️

Darry

He would go on living for the most part, not because he doesn’t care about the fact that you’re gone, but he just can’t afford to shut down. if he does, he risks losing Soda and Pony too.

He’d bring flowers to your grave once a week, on Wednesdays (don’t ask why i just decided this). Your favourite flowers. When the first bunch he put down dies, he gets someone he knows, (maybe Ponyboy, i feel like he’d dig arts and crafts) to either press the flowers or dry them so he always has them, even if they bring back painful memories.

To add to the whole getting flowers thing, he’d always take one out of each bunch, just like he did before your death to make sure that he replaces them as soon as they wilt.

He most likely got the call about your passing and had to tell the guys. He tried to stay calm while telling them but he broke down before he could finish.

Ponyboy

This hurts just to think about! He, unlike Darry would shut down completely. He’d be failing class, wouldn’t get out of bed and would hardly eat. If we count it as after Johnny and Dally die, that would be 3 people he cared about that died (other than his parents)

If you two watched the sunset together often i feel like he’d never watch it again. it would be too painful for him.

Whenever he gets into an argument with Darry he runs out of the house and straight to your grave. He’d sit there and vent to you and eventually fall asleep there. the guys probably put a bench by your grave so he’d sleep there.

I think that after he was functional again, he’d get very cold and bitter, kinda like Dally. He’d get into fights all the time and would start acting out. He just doesn’t know how to cope with you gone..

Sodapop

Sodapop would go to your grave everyday after work and just talk to you about his day. he would fill you in on everything going on with the guys, any rumbles or fights with socs, stuff like that.

I honestly think that if Soda was serious about your relationship he would have given you a promise ring. I think that even after you were gone he would keep wearing it and maybe even put yours on a chain and wear that under his t-shirt, right next to his heart.

If it was a violent death? He would completely stop fighting, he would only see it as a constant reminder of what happened to you, he would realise that it really didn’t do any good.

He wouldn’t fully shut down but i think he would stop hanging out with the guys so much and would get very quiet. He wouldn’t be his laughing, wild self anymore. He knows that isn’t what you would’ve wanted but how could he keep on joking when you were gone? how could he ignore it?

Dally

Dally would go on hating and fighting more than he ever did. The world took so much from him and now it took you too? Why should he care about anyone or anything if you weren’t there anymore.

He’d spend a lot of time at your grave. No talking, he’d just sit there and smoke a cigarette. Sometimes he’d silently cry, but he hates crying out in the open.

Dally would blame himself. It doesn’t matter how you passed away, he would look at every detail of the days leading up to your death and see if there was any moment where he could’ve done something to stop it. if it was a violent death, could he have stopped you from getting into that situation in the first place? if it was an accident, could he have stopped it from happening, could he have made it so that it was him instead?

Steve

Steve would be kind of like Dally. He’d hate and fight more than ever. How could the world be so cruel that he’d take you from him?

I feel like it could be his first proper experience with loss, which is different to the others that i’ve written about so far. He really wouldn’t know how to cope. he’d try to go on living, then he would shut down for a while, then he would probably just have to get out of town for a while.

I honestly think he’d do something drastic. Rob a gas station or snap and start a fight with his dad or something. He would get very reckless too. where he would be careful when competing in drag races, now he would speed up if anything.

He is so afraid of forgetting your face. He keeps a picture of you in his jacket pocket to make sure he doesn’t forget but he realises he’s starting to forget the smaller things like how you’d make this particular face when you’re being sarcastic, and how your face would light up when someone mentioned your favourite things.

Two-Bit

Two would start drinking even more, you were lucky to see him sober. He’d stop hanging out with the guys.

He would be angry for a while. Angry that you left him here alone. Of course he knows deep down that it’s not your fault but he can’t help it. Two probably went to your grave one day, drunker than ever. He started giving out that you left him and ended up throwing his bottle of beer at your headstone. That snapped him out of it. He picked everything up and cleaned the headstone best he could.

After the angry phase is gone he would start to write you letters filling you in on everything. He couldn’t bring himself to go to your gave so he just pretended you had moved far away. He puts them in a big box under his bed. He considered burning them, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it

He sometimes forgets you’re not there though. Say if he’s doing something he might yell “Y/N could you pass me the ___” then remember you’re not there and just sits down and cries, even a few years after.

Johnny

Johnny really can’t deal with it. With his parents being so bad and you being his main support, he couldn’t take it anymore.

I honestly think that he would run away, let everyone forget him. Sometimes he would consider the ways to see you again, but luckily someone always snaps him out of it.

He hangs out with the guys more than ever, it keeps him from shutting down completely. they become his main support, but he’s even more quiet, he sits a little outside of the group when in the curtis’ house.

After a few months of grieving he remembers a list you guys wrote about all your hopes and dreams. So he decides that he’s going to complete everything on it. He lives for the two of you.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #two-bit mathews #dallas winston x reader #ponyboy x reader #darry x reader #sodapop x reader #johnny cade x reader #steve randle x reader #two bit matthews x reader #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders x yn #the outsiders angst

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eileenslibrary · 9 months

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omw to ask for a leah (stardew valley) x fem! reader where leah and reader had a hard day and just cuddle. (pls only do this if ur requests are open and if you feel comfortable writing it! <33)

Of course ask for anything (minus what I say I won't write) also @keith-rammonhoth1 I know you love her and Elliot, gender is not specified because I didn't know where to put it without making it sound weird so please excuse me on that one.

You wipe the mud from your face sweat dripping down your forehead, you check the time on your watch 4:30 P.M. looking back at the volcano you promise you'll comeback bright and early tomorrow. You walk to the dock to board Willy's boat, on the way back you see fish swimming near the top of the water, you fill up on a few magma caps before you pull up to the dock. After you reach the shore you immediately make a run for your farm.

You check in with your animals before entering the house. When you enter an inviting waft of tropical curry flies in your face.

"Oh my god Leah that smells Devine" You sigh as you approach her wrapping your arms around her waist.

"And you stink, go wash up and hurry wouldn't want to miss this delicious Tropical curry" she teases in a sing song voice.

You quickly run to the bathroom to shower rinsing your hair and body before changing in a stretched out T-shirt and some soft sweatpants, you head back into the kitchen taking notice of the new arts and crafts on the kitchen table, you look at your beautiful wife and take notice of her in one of your favorite hoodies and a pair of shorts, Leah turns over her shoulder to look at you.

Smiling gently she asks "what are you standing there for? for come and eat" she says handing a bowl to you.

You roll your eyes and grab the bowl before dishing up and walking to the couch, you place your food down and pick up the fluffy blanket before holding it up for Leah to slide under, you pick up the remote and put on your guy's comfort movie. After it started you grab your bowl and begin digging in.

"How was your day my love?" you ask.

"It was fine, I nicked my hand while wood working, and then I had to run into town because I ran out of paint" she sighs in a grumpy tone.

"What about you?" she asks you in return.

"Not much just the usual fighting lava creatures and nearly burning to death" you say sarcastically.

She laughs before standing and taking your bowls to the kitchen, she comes and sits back on the couch, you roll over and stretch out letting her arms wrap around your middle section laying her head on your chest.

"I love you, and I'm glad you came back home safe" she says breathing in a breath before releasing it.

"As am I" you reply.

Eventually she fell asleep in your arms, you pick her up bridal style and carry her to the bed, tucking her in you go to your side and get under the covers, you hear her shuffle, she tucks herself in your arms her head laying on your chest.

"Sorry I tried not to wake you up" you whisper out in apology.

"It's fine, I just missed you today" she admits into the side of your neck.

"Do you have to go tomorrow?" she asks in a quiet tone.

"Well I guess I can take a day off" you sigh looking at her with a smile.

"Thank you my dove" she exhales into your neck.

You both drifted into a peaceful slumber cradling each other closely.

a/n: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed I love doing your requests, I have lost track of that plot board I will try to finish it. Please send more. I will leak a sneak peak of an up and coming fic. Its title is gonna be something like "Earthy Ground Not Best Suited For Those Of Stars"

-Time to do what my tumblr name says now love ya guys and take care.

#stardew valley #leah stardew valley #leah x reader #sdv farmer

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aran-ryan-herigate-posts · 10 months

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Aran Ryan fanbase headcanons -RESULTS-

Finally! These are the results! I hope you had fun doing that! Comment or repost with your opinion, memes, drawings about it! See ya next survey!

Mod LL

What do you think about Aran Ryan?

35%: The comic relief of Punch Out wii: he can be crazy and stuff but he makes you laugh hard

35%: Even if he can act tough, he is also a funny guy

Can Aran have romantic relationships?

45%: Yes, and oddly he doesn't "cheat" in this filed!

Are Aran Ryan from the Wii and Aran Ryan from the SNES the same person?

40%: Yes, Snes! Aran was him before snapping

Does Aran have a sister?

Yep! Baby sister named Daisy who plays Rugby

i'd like to think so! i imagine she's his little sister for some reason

He has multiple younger sisters

Yes, one younger sister

He must have one.

she has one to me, a younger one :3

YES!

Yes, and an older sister at it

Yes, and I like to think she's a lot younger than him for full big bro energy. She's just as crazy as him, though.

Yes. She hits harder than you, boy!

Yes!

yes, and a brother. he’s the eldest of three children

yeah

Yes, I’m thinking she’d be about 9 to 12? I like Headcannoning that Arans sister would stay up at night until aran comes home from the pub to see if he’s okay 👍

Ermmm of course?

yes, a younger one

Yes

Yes!

Yes, I think I gave her the name Aisling in my hcs

Why is Aran "obsessed" with cheeseburger? H3talia cannot be a "real" answer!!! (But you can write it if ya want lol)

Just finds it a fun insult for the Americans but also he had one cheeseburger and it was the shittest one so he uses to call someone shit

oh i just assumed it was a dig at little mac being american? because haha america and burgers and all that. is he obsessed with them? interesting...

Not obsessed, but definitely likes them

He came to America and first food was cheeseburgers.

Stereotypes.

i know what u did here (its me *** LMAO) he just likes to bully mac >:)

YES!!!

Simple, Little Mac is called Little Mac, and McDonald's has the Big Mac. He connected the dots and now it's his most iconic line.

He…likes cheeseburgers? Yum yum!

I wouldn’t say he’s obsessed per say, just ragging on American’s with the stereotype that we all just eat junk food. (I also headcanon that he actually likes cheeseburgers, but tries not to let anyone see him eat them.)

idk

MACdonalds (funny)

that’s what he thinks of the us

I’d think that’s like his #1 insult of all time, either calling them a legitimate cheeseburger, or telling them they hit as hard as a cheeseburger being thrown as someone

Big Mac Little Mac haha get it

no, but why's that an answer???

He gets hungry a lot ):

Wait has someone actually thought Hetalia was a genuine answer or something this is extremely worrying

Teehee funny American joke

About you! What is your main fandom?

PUNCH OUT!! :D

it is a mystery...

punch out

Punch out and Super Mario

tekken, sailor moon, tomb raider aside from po

Punch-Out!!

Currently Pokemon, but feel free to ask me about Punch Out!!

Punch out at the present moment.

I have many but it’s def the Beatles. Currently it’s Ted Lasso

I started out in the FNAF fandom as a kid and it’s had a ton to do with me and my art since lol.

currently punch-out lol

Super pumch iut

punch-out!! and k-pop

PUNCH OUT OFC

Team Fortress 2 teehee

currently my main fandom is super mario!!

Touhou!!!

PO!!

Either Puyo Puyo or Pokémon

Is Aran your fav one from PO and in general of all the fandoms you are in?

66,7%: No, only in PO

Silly question: why does Aran draw with a paintbrush???? Why didn't he use a pen or something like a normal person? Or just destroy Little Mac like Don Flamenco did?

30%: Because he has always weird stuff with him

Did Aran finish school?

No but he went back to school as a Mature Student and is doing some study

hmm... maybe. (cop-out answer lol)

Nope, only finished up to middle school

No,

Pretty sure he did, but it was torture for him:

good question, maybe he did "ok"

Somehow yes

Probably

I think so. He used to be sane until he realized the potential for cheating there was in the WVBA

Maybe

Assuming that him and SNES are the same person, I think he did but it was very rocky due to growing teen angst because of the bullying he faced.

he probably finished high school

He seems like the type of person to draw comically bad stick figure portraits so no

he did because of his mama

He’d probably drop out, or get expelled for beating up too many people, I guess his mum just didn’t look for anymore schools after that

prob not, maybe homeschooled?

Lel yeah

Yes but he didn't care much for it, and he hardly thinks back to it as well.

Yeah, had no interest in college though

Your Aran Ryan OTP is...

40%: Aran Ryan x canon

Which are Aran's friends inside the WVBA? (OCs are good too)

Disco, Don, Hugger, Tiger, Mac, Bull and Soda

i honestly don't think he'd consider any of them his friends. he's very hard to get close to that way (not IMPOSSIBLE but... hard)

The entire world circuit and masked muscle at least

Soda (I ship him and Aran), Tiger, Bald the Bull and SMM.

SP is his good drinking buddy! But guess that's about it.

narcis is not only his bf in my canon but also his BFF, other than that disco and maybe heike, some fellas he met in ireland-

Mad clown and Masked Musle

Soda Popinski, Some of my OCs (Ikari (I haven't talked about her), Polar (mischief makers, haven't talked about her), Playmaker (would record pranks/prank each other))

Glass Joe, Piston Hondo, maybe Don Flamenco and Carmen, maybe Little Mac

Narcis (even more than), Don, Disco, Heike, Mr. Sandman, I’d even say he’s friendly with Mac too.

My mind flip flops between him either being good friends with some of the boxers or the other boxers warning everyone else that he’s a dangerous nutcase. (He can be, but it’s not his entire personality.)

don flamenco (rivals to lovers hehe), piston hondo, great tiger, soda popinski (drinking buddies lol)

I think aran and heilke could be friends

quite literally everyone in the wvba lmao

Hes definitely got lads outside of the WVBA but if we’re talking just inside the WVBA, I’ve got a feeling that hardly anymore wants to mess or talk with Aran but if I had to choose I’d probably say Don Flamenco, they fought eachother before so I guess they spoke more after that. Don wouldn’t really be the one to start a conversation with him at all but Aran can start up a conversation, by stealing his toupee and making him run room to room to get it making sure to let everyone see as Don chases after him, especially letting Carmen see👍

excluding ships, soda would be the closest, tho he's more of a "when things go wrong, call him" type guy. even if aran doesn't admit it, he's maybe the closest he's got to a friend. see below

Little Mac, Soda Popinski, somehow the ref

Everyone stays at least 5 feet away from him because he has rabies and he nearly bit a guy once. (I feel like he's alone by choice)

I imagine the world circuit is among his closest friends just because they’re around each other a lot, but I’m he has buddies he used to box with back in Ireland (I’d also say his sister but they grew up together so it’s bit of a given)

Can Aran Ryan have friends?

35%: Yes, but his hot head can be problematic

Does Aran have hobbies outside boxing?

Art, Rugby and Horse Riding!

probably, but good luck getting him to share what they are lol

Yes! He enjoys sculpting and painting as well as dancing and making music among other things

Ice skating and art

Drawing. I'd imagine he adores biking too.

being a bitch, motorbiking and getting caught driving too fast, pub shenanigans, pulling pranks at people he doesnt like or likes

Drawing and playing the eletric guitar

Maybe, one I can think of is tinkering (Think of him making new things to help him win)

Art, harmless pranks, rubik's cube speed solving

I can see him being into art like painting and drawing.

I definitely thinks he likes small things like video games and movies.

yes, i hc that he’s sort of an artist

not sure?

I’d think he definitely does Hurling, and is absolutely amazing at it, he doesn’t usually brag about it but does bring it up whenever he can

bar hopping. & fighting. usually one after the other

Art, gardening, punching and biting random things to see what would happen, drinking

Yes, but I feel like he keeps most of them to himself.

Traditional Irish dancing (he just pulls that shit out during title defense), he also probably draws and maybe plays an instrument

Can being bullied during school (for his name and for his mother), the cause of Aran's angry behaviour?

50% : yes

50%: sorta

Why did he started to cheat in your opinion?

42,1%: He started to cheat as everyone was "doing that" in his opinion

#aran ryan #headcanon #survey #punch out #punch out wii #punch out!!

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Hi, Canary! It's really nice to see you back. You've been one of my favorite internet artists since I found your work a few years ago, and I really admire your sense of character and costume design! I found you through KH, but I've since fallen in love with your original characters and story ideas, which are lovely. I was wondering if you had any advice for someone hoping to develop their own original characters and worlds. I've been trying to for a few years, but it still feels pretty daunting.

Hello!! Oh my goodness, thank you so much. I'm so glad! ^u^ I absolutely can give some pointers!

Here's a little guide with a few methods I've used to creating characters and developing the world they live in. I'm by no means a writer of any kind (I rarely create stories, and struggle with plot) but I am passionate about developing funky little dudes who live in your brain.

Designing a Character - Make a list. I somewhat recently compiled a document full of design elements, tropes, personality types, aesthetics I generally really liked to help build a small cast of characters I knew I’d have fun designing for. Think about your favorite characters in media and what you like about them! It could be a great jumping point to creating an OC you’re passionate about. That goes for relationship dynamics, too!

Grab a handful of things from that list, 5 or 6 maybe, and there ya go!

- Make a moodboard. I’ve used this method to create characters based on A VIBE and building off that.

I’ve even figured out personalities just based on the “aesthetic text” I found associated with a color. Part of Cherri’s backstory and personality came forth simply because I kept finding Marina lyrics in pink. - Try using online dress up games! I used to use Dolldivine all the time to get creative. - In addition to mood boarding, pinterest can also be a good resource for design inspiration with official concept art for movies/games and assets of those sort of dress-up games readily available. CocoPPa is a good example! [Let’s please respect the wishes of individual artists and either give credit when posting for inspiration or respect their wishes if they state not to repost their work at all.] - In depth character creators in video games! Or simple ones! I’ve built up such an affection for even a few of my stardew valley farmers with their own personal bits of lore, they could probably be stand alone characters separate from the game at this point. Sometimes developing a character from an established setting can be a good base. Dig some of your old fan characters out of the closet, even!

Get to know your character

Getting to know your OC is one of my favorite parts of the process, and is something I find really important if you want to get attached to them. And you should!! The more these guys are on your brain, the more you start asking questions about them, and the more bigger details start to fall into place. - Go broad. Say you have the base concept of a character with their situation, their goal in life, their goal in the present moment, and the past/future that will effect them. What lies do they believe as truth? How has their childhood effected their habits and views? What's one secret they keep to no one but themselves? Who are the most influential people in their past and in their day to day life? - Go detailed. They're practically a roommate living rent free in your mind, so think about what a day in their life is like. Observe how they do small things. What are they eating for breakfast? How do they carry themselves when they walk? Nervous habits? What are they wearing to go to get quinoa from trader joes??? Detail what a few hours of what it'd be like to observe them, doing what they do every day and how they'd do it. - Give them an interview. Here's a blank bio sheet with a detailed list of questions that could be fun to fill out at your leisure! A lot of good questions to chew on. - Or quite literally give them an interview. Pretend they're sat down to answer some questions and think about how multiple characters would answer the same question. Do they overshare? Are they curt and to the point? Do they frequently lie and contradict themselves? What questions take them off guard? - Write about your own experiences. Giving characters traits and experiences you can speak from in a detailed can really flesh them out as people and gives them that relatability. Even if they’re decidedly different from you as a whole, there’s that point of connection that anchors them to you.

Worldbuilding...ish

Developing a world is a little less easy for me to give advice on, as I’m very character oriented, so my worldbuilding is more of starting with the bigger picture and then filling in details that would affect the character directly, while some other things aren’t as fleshed out and water tight. (I’m working on it!) Some universes have more to them than others simply due to how much time I’ve spent with them over the years. But it’s important, a lot of fun, and gives all the more weight to the universe you’re developing.

- Research. If you’re like me and either have no writing experience or have difficulty pulling key world-building aspects from imagination, there’s a PLETHORA of resources to learn from, a lot of it free and on youtube, even. Make yourself a playlist, grab a notepad and sit yourself down to gather info, and map things out. If you’re, say, creating a country from scratch, look into places with a similar climate and how it affects what species live there. I’ve been researching dining etiquette and shipbuilding lately! It would be of great help to learn from writers as well, if you aren’t one yourself. There's A Lot of advice out there. - Ask cause and effect questions. I create a lot for the fantasy genre, so I get to ask questions like...”What does a world being shaped by the gods/guardians look like? How has their presence influenced the mortals they look after? Their culture, their customs, the way they communicate? What’s the actual truth of ancient happenings and what has been passed down through a long, long game of telephone? What is the truth current day people believe about magic, technology and historical events? What kind of questions could you ask from the world you’re creating? -Appease your inner child. Think back on what captured your attention as a kid and how you experienced them through your eyes at the time. What sort of things did you feel experiencing your favorite games, movies or books that you can still tap into through a nostalgic lens? I feel incredibly attached to my The Spiral OC universe when I’m playing Legend of Zelda games, especially Wind Waker. The mood, the sense of adventure. The feeling of sailing the seas, the quietness of Windfall at night, the reverent silence when arriving at Hyrule frozen in time. Those feelings have lent an atmosphere to the world I’d go on to create for myself, and still illicit a strong emotional response when I visualize aspects of it. the adventure, the monsters, the sweet and emotional tone, and the heaviness of ancient legend lost to time. - Immerse yourself in other people’s worlds. Get into a tabletop game podcast of your preferred genre! You’ve got high fantasy dnd, but there’s also plenty of sci-fi, modern fantasy, post-apocalyptic, and more. Listening to multiple people work together to build their world (sometimes as they go a long!) can really get that creative juice a-flowing. Critical Role and The Adventure Zone are big ones, but I also recommend SkyJacks, Friends at the Table, Dimension 20, Dungeons and Daddies and JemJammer! Worldbuilding prompts/generators! X X X I hope ANY of this was helpful, I’m happy to answer specific questions as well.

#sorry for the delay in answering!#its my birthday go out and give ur OCs some love #INDULGE!! INDULGE I SAY #masterpost #character design #original character #text #letters to the bird

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comingyourlugubriousness · 1 year

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More Than Anything!

Yume Ume Birthday Vignette!

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Ace Trappola, Grim, Yume Ume, Yuuta Midori, Yuuuhi Kiiro, Guest: Elie Akane

Words: 5.8k

Summary: “IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY!?!” Ace shouted, his voice echoing through the rose garden maze. As he did, time seemed to stop, all the Heartslabyul students' Unbirthday celebrations came to a halt at the words; they stared at their table.

(This is just a little fun thing I had in mind for Yume's birthday. Since it would be their first Birthday card I wanted to focus on some of their first friends at NRC; The Heartslabyul Gang! There's references galore and I'm sure people will spot them. Thank you again for all the sweet birthday wishes! (o´▽`o))

Birthday Card Art ⭐

Birthday Card Groovy ⭐

Asked to be tagged: @bunnwich, @cherryjkj,@ruggiethethuggie,@authoruio,@nicoliharu,@kittycat0419

“Hey what up everyone, it's ya boy CayCay! Here #live from another Heartslabyul Unbirthday party!” Cater said, flashing a wink and peace sign to his phone's camera as he went live on Magicam.

“Does he always do that?” Yuuta asked,to no one in particular, sitting next to Yume on the other side of the large round table.

“Every unbirthday party, on the dot, for the past three years.” Trey said lightheartedly, though Yume could hear the slight edge of exasperation that could only come from knowing a person’s habitual routine for years.Trey laid down a tray of tarts to the guest table causing Ace, Yuuhi, and Grim to cheer and dig in immediately. Yume waited a few seconds before the carnage was over to grab a piece of their own and placed it gently to the side.

“You get used to it pretty fast.” Deuce smiled with a good natured shrug, grabbing two pieces of a tart and laying one on Yuuta’s plate. The two of them shared a look and a smile, before turning back to their food. Yume caught Yuuta’s eye as they gave him a smug look, Yuuta rolled their eyes, saying nothing. Yume snickered, as their brother's fair cheeks tinted a bit pink and they stuffed a forkful of tart in their mouth.

“Today is extra special because we have our honored guests, *dun dun dun dunn~!* The Ramshackle gang! Say, “hi” guys~!” Cater said, humming a fanfare noise, before turning the phone camera around to the three brothers. Yume jumped and instinctually leaned to hide behind Yuuta's shoulder.

Yuuta gave Cater a look, before turning away from the camera as well, covering their face eating their tart. Yuuhi flashed a peace sign, as comments flooded the screen:

CayCay’s Very Merry Unbirthday!!!

🔴 [You’re live]

Chivalrousrichesse: OMG the food looks to good, #gimmie a bite

Bigcatluver69: Omg their eyes are green like their hair, its so striking!!! o///o AzzLuver89: Is that kid's hair purple? I can’t tell #weird

Carefold: are those the ppl from “another world” they look pretty normal to me… ;/

FeaturedLeo: Ugh the aesthetic of these things are always so cool! I wanna go! #NRChitmeup Bnutsquash: Happy Unbirthday everyone!! #MerryUnbrithday

FlirtyPsych: Cater plz dm!!!<3 #CayCaySimpAndProud

“Cater, don't spend the entire party on your phone.” Riddle warned, gracefully taking a sip from his rose patterned teacup.

Cater’s shoulders hiked at being called out and he sheepishly rubbed that back of his head.

“Yep yep, of course!” He said placatingly to Riddle, then he looked back at the camera. “That’s all for now! Gotta get back to my card soldier duty or it's off with my head~! Be sure to check my feed later for pics! Bye Bye~” He said cheerfully, giving a playful wink before ending the stream. Then, he sat in his chair, a content smile on his face as he scrolled through his feed of comments.

There was a sigh from Riddle, it seemed like he wanted to comment more about Cater’s media addiction, but decided against it. Trey laughed at his sigh.

“Well, he’s nothing if not consistent!” Trey said in good nature, coming back with the last dessert from the kitchen and finally sitting down in his own chair. “Oh here, Yume, try some of this cake!”

Yume perked up at their name being called. “Oh no, it’s okay I already have this tart.” They said politely waving him off. Trey raised a knowing eyebrow at them.

“But, you don’t like tarts, Yume.” He said coyly.

“Mh-!” Yume’s eyebrows raised in surprise, their brothers and friends looked at them curiously. Trey continued before they could deny it.

“You always take a piece to be polite, but you never end up eating it. You usually end up giving it to Grim afterwards.” He said, adjusting his glasses, as if he was making the observation right now.

“Uh, well I-It’s not that it tastes bad I ju-” They stumbled to get the words out.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine I’m not mad or anything. We all have different tastes here!” He said, holding his hands up in a placating motion. Yume sighed, not mad, but a little embarrassed at being called out.

“Sorry, it's not your baking skills or anything Trey, I’m just a bit picky about food is all…” Yume trailed off.

“You guys should see the way he eats popcorn.” Yuuta chimed in.

“Yuuta!” Yume slapped his arm playfully.

“Oh, it must be really weird.” Ace staged whispered teasingly.

Yume groaned dramatically, laying their head on the table as their friends had a good natured laugh at their expense.

“Like I said, I’m not mad or anything. Actually, I’ve been taking it as a bit of a challenge, to bake something you like-without getting your input, that is. So I think you’ll really like this cake.” Trey said, cutting them a slice and sliding it over to them.

It was a 3 layered cake with a light colored frosting. There was a light drizzle of red syrup and an arrangement of strawberries at the top to imitate a rose in full bloom. It looked good enough, like all the flavors Yume usually liked to eat. They gave a tentative sniff and didn’t have a problem, so they picked up their fork. They were a little on edge, it felt as though everyone was watching them and waiting for their opinion as they popped the piece of cake into their mouth. “Mmh~!” They made a noise of satisfaction as the cake touched their tongue. The frosting was sweet, but not overpowering. Letting them taste the light fluffy cake and tart tanginess of the strawberries and syrup. They closed their eyes in delight, their cheeks flushing with happiness as they smiled. Because their eyes were closed they missed Trey’s goofy fist pump in success.

A sudden click and flash, however, did make them open their eyes.

“Ah! Me-Me is so cute, that’s definitely getting a lot of likes!” Cater said, pulling his phone down to look at his picture. He received an elbow bump and a look from Yuuta.

“A-ah-, that is as long as Me-Me is okay with me posting it.” He amended. Yume let out a breath. Guess that “mom” title really stuck. Yume thought , looking at their brother. “I’ll want to look over it first, but then I don’t really mind.” Yume said, taking another bite of the cake. It’s not like Cater hadn’t already posted pictures of them before, so it wasn’t a huge deal. They barely went on their MagicCam for anything, except to use the messaging system. They swallowed down the tasty piece happily rocking in their chair.

“Y’know it's actually pretty nice to have some cake the day before my birthday!” They said, offhandedly.

“What!?!” Both Ace and Deuce exclaimed.

“It’s your birthday soon?” Ace asked, almost a little annoyed to only be hearing about it now. He leaned in. “You're not trying to pull a ‘Yuuta’ are you?” He sneered.

“Hey!” Yuuta said, giving him a look but couldn’t deny their past actions. At this Riddle was confused, clearly out of the loop, but before he could ask the conversation continued.

“No no, I wanna celebrate it just…maybe something small you know?” They said, fiddling with their cardigan sleeves. “I feel like it would be a lot considering Azul’s is right before mine. Two birthday’s back to back sounds exhausting, even if it's in different dorms. Yume sighed. “Ugh, why does his have to be the day before mine, couldn’t he have been born later or something.” Yu huffed in annoyance.

Trey faltered and paused as he poured Riddle some tea.

“Wait…what do you mean? Azul’s birthday was yesterday. ” Trey said, placing the teapot down.

“Huh, no no it's today, we didn’t wanna go to his dumb party that's why…” Yuuta trailed off as Trey’s face became more confused. “...It's the 24th today right…?!” Yuuta said, their confidence fading the more they spoke.

“Uh, nono “DoubleYu” today is…umm…w-well not I’m not so sure now ahaha...” Cater trailed off. “Elie, date and time.” Riddle commanded, waving a hand over at the taller Rabbit beastmen. Elie jumped, dropping the plate of cake and fork in his hand as he clumsily fumbled to get his pocket watch out.

“The date is February 25th, approximately to 11:13AM on the dot, Housewarden Sir!” Elie stated, his large ears standing up straight to match the rest of his posture when addressing his dorm leader.

“So that means…” Deuce began, a look of realization coming over his features.

“IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY!?!” Ace shouted, his voice echoing through the rose garden maze. As he did, time seemed to stop, all the Heartslabyul students' Unbirthday celebrations came to a halt at the words; they stared at their table.

“Oh naur...” Yuuhi grimaced, face palming his ears flattening against his head as he ducked in his seat. All the rest of the first year's shoulders hiked.

“GRIM, YOU LITTLE FLEA BAG, YOU TOLD ME TODAY WAS THE 24TH, I ASKED YOU THIS MORNING HOW COULD YOU GET IT WRONG!?” Yuuta growled, grabbing Grim by his scruff and lifting him off his chair stacked with pillows. “NYA! DON’T YELL AT ME, YOUR THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP ALL EARLY ON A SATURDAY GETTING READY FOR WORK! I WAS HARDLY AWAKE, YOU CAN’T BLAME ME!?” He countered, swiping his paws at Yuuta.

“It’s your birthday today?” Riddle’s eerily calm voice cut through the chaos, a dead silence came over the garden. Out of the corner of their eye they saw Elie and Cater take a practiced step back.

Yume swallowed, a nervous grin appearing on their face.

“Um….well…yeah…seems like it…ahaha…” Yu said, an anxious giggle escaping them, though some part of them did think it was a little funny. Not that they would ever admit that outloud. Riddle took a deep breath, holding his hand in a prayer like position to his lip. Then he took another deep breath, then another. All the while his brows twitched in and out of a furrow, his face getting steadily redder. It was almost cartoonish, Yume would have laughed if they didn’t know better.

“Oh shit, now you’ve done it-! How could you forget your own birthday!?” Ace said snidely. “I don’t know-I mean- it just happened-!” They shrugged in exasperation. “Everythings just been crazy lately, AS USUAL!” Yume retorted.

Ace looked back at Riddle, his voice shifted to a charismatic calm. “Ahaha, listen Housewarden, it was just a misunderstanding, I didn’t know when I invited them hehe…” Ace said, holding his hands up in a calming gesture.

“T-that’s right, just a misunderstanding!” Deuce said, holding up his arms as if an actual explosion was about to take place. Yuuta gave Yume an uncomfortable look, a silent conversation taking place between them as they soaked up all the anxiety in the air.

“Hey, Riddle, it's okay, we'll figure this out.” Trey said, placing a hand on Riddle’s shoulder.

Riddle's eyes twitched before taking one more deep calming breath. He closed his eyes, his face losing its color and shoulders suddenly relaxing. He folded his hands in front of himself on the table calmly and smiled at Yume.

“It's alright Yume, you couldn’t have known what a big deal this is; as you do not follow the Queen of Hearts rules to the same degree that I do. It was an honest mistake.” He said calmly; a passive look of acceptance on his face.

“Oookaaay…” Yume said, somehow his calm response only freaked them out more.

“But, the rest of you DO know what a big deal this is, correct?” Riddle said with a smile, his eyes narrowing at his fellow dorm members. There were a few sheepish mutters of agreement throughout the crowd. Riddle nodded.

“Well in that case, this entire eVENT IS COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE!” Riddle yelled, his tone changing to a harsh shrill tone and his expression morphing into one of complete rage. The Heartslabyul students yelped and began scrambling; following through with the orders that Riddle was now barking at them

Yume and his brothers sat dumbfounded, watching the orderly chaos unfold.

“I WANT THE TABLES REARRANGED, YESTERDAY! CATER, IF YOU CAN’T REMOVE ALL THE BOYSENBERRIES FROM THE DISHES BY HAND; JUST THROW THEM OUT! THEY ARE NOT ACCEPTABLE AT A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!” Riddle screamed, barely stopping to take a breath as he marched around waving his scepter and giving commands.

“TREY GET THE BIRTHDAY FLAMINGO N O W!” Riddle demanded. Trey gave a practiced salute before running off towards the animal cages.

“AND WHAT IS THIS, WHAT IS THIS TABLE MADE OUT OF, OAK?!” Riddle asked, tapping his finger in irritation on the table.

“Actually I think it's Walnut.” Yuuhi sheepishly piped up, raising a hand as if he was in a classroom, Yuuta without looking at him grabbed his hand and lowered it.

“UNACCEPTABLE!” Riddle said, lifting his leg and bringing his heel down hard on the center of the table. Yume chose to believe that there was magic involved because they wouldn’t know how to deal with the fact that Riddle could break a table in half through sheer rage alone. As pieces of furniture crumpled to the ground Yume and his brothers stood up and took a step back. And Grim yelped and jumped into Yume’s arms.

“ACE, DEUCE!” Riddle called for them. And they popped up out of the crowd standing in attention. “START THROWING AWAY ALL THE WOODEN STOOLS! I WANT THIS PLACE LOOKING LIKE THE GREAT SEVEN ON ICE, IN ONE MINUTE!” He yelled, throwing one of the stools over the hedge of the Garden.

“YOU THERE-!” He said, pointing his scepter at a random student, who yelped in fear. “START PREPARING THE THRONE! WE HAVE SPAT IN THE FACE OF OUR GUEST OF HONOR BY LETTING THEM SIT ON THIS BIRCH ATROCITY.” He said, tossing another stood to the side.

“GET THE MAHOGANY THRONE FROM THE FOYER NOW, NOW PEOPLE!” He said, clapping his hands for emphasis. ”ELIE I NEED THOSE PILLOWS LOOKING PLUMPED! I MEAN FLUFFED!” He said to the rabbit beastman, who look close to a mental breakdown as he stuffed a pillow cushion full of feathers that flew everywhere.

“What the fuck is happening, I just wanted some tarts!” Grim whined, leaning into Yume’s hold. Yume gave him a little pat on the back.

“Should we just…leave?” Yuuta whispered to Yume. To which they shrugged unsure; this wasn’t how they expected brunch to go...

“Maybe we should ju- '' Before Yuuta could finish that sentence they were snatched away by Trey.

“Quick Yuuta, I need your help!” Was the only words spoken before Yuuta was yoinked into the crowd.

“Hey, wait wh-”

“And SOMEONE GET YUME PROPERLY DRESSED!!!” Riddle’s voice stopped Yume’s words in their throat.

“Huh?!?” They said looking at Riddle. They looked down at their outfit, then to Yuuhi, then back down. “Awh, oh mann, what’s wrong with my clothes?” They whined, feeling self conscious.

“We can’t! We have to start cooking their favorite food!” Someone yelled.

“UGH-! Riddle groaned, "I have to do EVERYTHING AROUND HERE!” He said, pointing his wand directly at Yume.

“RIDDLE, WAIT!” Yume yelped before a flash of magic enveloped them.

Twenty minutes later it was a much more peaceful scene. Somehow, in the short amount of time the Heartslabyul students had managed to rearrange the entire garden area from an Unbirthday party to an official Queen of Hearts Birthday celebration.

Yume now sat at the main table, in their new spiffy fresh birthday boy outfit; though their hair was a little tousled from Riddle's magic. Around the table were dishes of their favorite foods and a brand new birthday cake baked by Trey and Yuuta. All around them dorm students were finally settling down into their seats, exhausted from scrambling to fix the celebration. Next to them Riddle carefully adjusted their sash, making sure it laid correctly.

“...I…am so…fucking sorry you guys.” Yume deadpanned to their friends. Riddle looked up from his task as if to say something; but stopped short as if catching himself.

“You should be!” Ace said, dramatically slapping his hand on the table. “How could you forget your own birthday!?” He asked again, in genuine disbelief.

“It is kinda hard to believe…” Deuce agreed. Yume sighed, wanting to sink down in their chair, but opting not to so they wouldn’t mess with Riddle’s current task of fixing their outfit

“I mean- I don’t know. I guess…Well…” They looked down avoiding all the questioning eyes.

“Things have just been so…hectic lately. I guess it just slipped my mind and I got the dates mixed up. Besides; I didn’t want to make that big of a deal out of it.” They sighed again. “Guess that ship has fucking sailed.” They said, then immediately covered their mouth realizing they cursed in front of Riddle. Yume didn’t really care, but he had asked them nicely beforehand not to swear at the dorm. Riddle gave them a look.

“Worry not, the Queen’s rules state that “on one's birthday they can speak their mind freely, without criticism from anyone”. So you can curse as much as you like…today.” He explained, adding on the warning at the end as he finished adjusting their bolo tie and sat down in his seat.

“Oh…cool.” Yume said smiling, then subtly loosened the tie that was too tight.

“Still why didn’t you tell us? Between me and Ace one of us could have probably remembered…” Deuce said with a slight pout. Yume pursued their lips, sensing that they may have hurt his feelings a bit.

“ It just…it seems silly to keep reminding people, I didn’t wanna be that guy you know? There are other things we have to worry about….Plus! I thought the school made announcements or something?

“Only on school days.” Trey said.

“See!!! It snuck up on me too!” Yume said, gesturing to his words.

“Well, I kind of understand what you mean, sometimes when you're trying hard to just keep everything afloat, things like this get put on the backburner.” He said, adjusting his hat.

“Ahh! But that’s so sadface; you were just gonna have a late watered down celebration for yourself! That’s so tragic, Me-me. This kind of thing is totes important!”

“And we ended up making a big fuss of it anyway…” Deuce sighed, leaning his head in exhaustion on Yuuta’s shoulder.

“We should have kept better track of it, I knew it was coming up soon and I still…” Yuuta sighed, palming his face. Besides him Grim and Yuuhi’s ears fell on their heads.

“Geez you didn’t even think about the trouble you caused for others, keeping it to yourself… next time you could at least tell your friends.” He said a little harshly, a bit of hurt seeping through.

Each of their friends' words added another layer of guilt to their shoulders, even though they know they didn’t mean it in a genuinely mean way, it still made Yume’s chest ache.

“Ah… I’m…sorry…” They said, holding back the tears, and trying to keep their lips from wobbling. They didn’t want to cry, their friends were right and they knew all this came from a good place, but…

They swallowed hard, drooping a little in their seats.

“Enough!” Riddle's voice and hand being placed on their shoulder, started Yume out of their mini pity party. “Berating our guest of honor on their birthday is unbecoming for any student of Heartslabyul, I won’t tolerate it any more.” He said firmly, giving Yume a little pat on the shoulder.

“Also-” Riddle’s eyes narrowed. “Rule: #503: Any one who makes someone frown on their birthday must do a handstand while singing the alphabet backwards, until they laugh! So-” He pointed his scepter boldly across the table.

“Ace.”

Ace’s shoulder hiked as he squealed in indignance, around him everyone took a step away from him.

“-start singing!” Riddle demanded.

“WHAT?! Wh- why me- oh my I can’t even-!” He tried to stutter out an excuse, but the glare he received stopped him in his tracks.

“UGGHHH-! I can’t believe this bullsh…” He muttered to himself before beginning his first attempts at a handstand. Riddle cleared this throat, turning back to address Yume.

“Even so, I agree. We could have prepared a much better celebration had we known in advance… but regardless we can’t change what we did in the past, all we can do now is do better from here on. Isn’t that right?” He said.

Yume smiled, recognizing the meaningful echo of something Yume and his brothers had told Riddle before.

“Right!” They nodded, and saw their friends and brothers grin in agreement.

“Good!” Riddle smiled and nodded back. “Happy birthday Yume!...Now let me take this time to recite the customary birthday poem!” He said, pulling out a fully typed page of custom stationary from seemingly nowhere.

“The, WHAT!?” Yume laughed, in disbelief at the absurdity of their friends' actions.

“Ah, that laugh counts right-?” Ace’s exasperated voice, could barely be heard the above rest of the birthday merriment in the Heartlabyul gardens.

“Uhmm Riddle…are you sure the animals are okay?” Yume asked, watching the strange croquet game being played from their throne seat next to Riddle’s. Apparently it was some tradition, the birthday guest always sat at the side of the “Queen” during the first half of the croquet game before joining in the second half.

“I assure you it's fine. It's standard to play with flamingos and hedgehogs. Though I did see someone try with a crane once when I was younger…” He recalled curiously, holding a finger to his chin.

“In some parts of the Queendom of Rose’s, flamingos are bred specifically for the game.” He went on. “Actually, it's less about the skill of the player and more so on the relationship you have with your animals.” He explained, as they watched Yuuta jut his butt out at a funny angle to line up his shot. They swung hard, but at the last second his flamingo raised its head, making him completely whiff his shot; earning a big laugh from Ace and Grim at their expense.

“Okayyy, if you say so…!” Yume grinned, holding in a laugh at the absurdity of it all. The two of them watched in comfortable silence for a little longer before Riddle broke it.

“...Yume…?” He asked, quietly, pulling their attention away from the clownish spectacle.

“Hm?”

“...How did you forget your own birthday? I mean, as scatterbrained as you can be at times-”

“Gee thanks.” They deadpanned.

“-You’re not the type to forget important dates. ” He said seriously, ignoring their snark. Yume let out a breath through their nose.

“I mean…I didn’t really…forget I just… got them mixed up...” Yume muttered, offhandedly fidgeting with their birthday boy ribbon.

“In this case it's still one in the same, you would have missed your birthday if you hadn’t been reminded, it's almost like-” Riddle paused, and his eyes widened as if he just realized something.

“...You didn’t forget an important date…because this isn’t an important date to you… is it?” He asked carefully.

Yume turned away, avoiding his eyes, giving a non committal shrug. At this Riddle frowned.

“Yume-” Before he could start Yume sighed and interrupted him.

“That’s not it Riddle it's not that- it's not that it's not important it's just that-well…''The fumbled to find the right way to say it. “...Everything else is MORE important…y’know?” Yume gestured to him as if what they were saying was common knowledge.

Riddle did not seem to agree given the way he crossed his arms.

“Explain.” He demanded. Yume sighed again, rolling their eyes a bit.

“I mean, after everything we’ve been through.” They began listing things off on their fingers. “Getting dragged to his world, losing our memories, finding out magic is real, becoming students, the overblots, winter break and the whole gas leak.” They listed off things off the top of their head, though they knew there was much more.

“It just…I don’t know, it seems like a waste of time to celebrate something as trivial as my birthday, I mean this is nice and all ,but I could be spending this time doing something ACTUALLY important! Like trying to find a way to get my brothers home!” They said, gripping the front of their pants in a balled fist.

“The headmage is responsible for that.” Riddle said, matter of factly.

“And I’m just supposed to take his word for it?!” They raised their voice, getting a little heated.

Riddle leaned back, not expecting to be suddenly yelled at.

Yume pursed their lips, not meaning to snap at their friend like that. They peeked over, seeing that the others didn’t notice their outburst.

“I just…” They began in a much quieter tone. “Ever since I got here…it feels like…time is running out Riddle.”

“...Here?” He questioned giving them a confused look.

“Here, Twisted Wonderland or Night Raven college or maybe…this world? I-I don’t know I…” Yume struggled to put it into words. They paused, closing their eyes and collecting their thoughts.

“Sometimes…” Yume bit their lip, taking a breath before continuing “...Sometimes, I think, the only time worth spending, is spent helping others…and that I’m just wasting it being self indulgent…doing things that won’t really matter in the long run…” They murmured, slipping a hand in their jacket pocket to touch the charm attached to their phone...

At the words Riddle’s whole demeanor changed, a look of familiarity shone in his eyes. He adjusted himself in his seat, needlessly fixing his already perfect uniform before folding his hands in his lap. His brows furrow uncomfortably and he took a moment before speaking.

“I used to think similarly…” He whispered, as if admitting a secret. Yume turned to look at him in surprise, silently urging him to continue

“I used to think that time was a thief; a very sneaky one…At first I didn’t even realize it, how all day and everyday it stole my life away, as I worked and worked; preparing for a future that was already planned out down to the second; tick by tick taking everything I cared about from right under my nose…” Riddle said as he stared off into the distance; as if seeing something Yume couldn’t.

“Then I met Trey and Chen’ya and-” He stopped, seeming to get a little choked up at the nostalgia and memories.He flinched slightly when Yume placed a gentle hand on his wrist for comfort. He gave them a grateful look and took a moment to collect himself. “They made me realize…that everyday is a gift, every minute and every second.” He said resolutely then looking at Yume.

“So, you're not wasting your time Yume, you can’t waste a gift.” He said, shaking his head in full denial of that idea. Then he put a hand on Yume’s shoulder.

“Every second you spend with the people you care about, every minute you share in their company; making new memories or learning something new. And, even the time you spend in a peaceful solitude. That’s you! Enjoying your gift and…there's no shame in that!” He said, shaking their shoulders a bit for emphasis. He looked away. “I understand that now…” He said with solemn sincerity.

Yume stared surprised for a moment, taking in their friend's poetic words.Their brow creased up and they gave a bittersweet smile to their friend; feeling a sudden strong kinship. Yume threw their arms around Riddle's shoulder in appreciation. Riddle didn’t seem to expect it; or maybe he just wasn’t used to such casual affection? Regardless, he relaxed a few moments later, enjoying the half hug. After a few comforting moments Riddle spoke again.

“…I…want to give you something…” He said, hesitantly, removing himself from the hold.

Yume tilted their head, waiting curiously as he reached into his uniform pocket.

“Consider it a birthday gift.” He said, nodding, as he pulled something out and placed it in Yume’s palm.

Yume looked down to see a pocket watch. The bronze material made it a comfortable weight in their hand. It looked antique, but well taken care of. The metal didn’t have a scratch on it and shined beautifully in the natural garden light. The centerpiece, however, was the elaborate rose design; etched into the bezel. Simple but elegant filigree surrounded the design, a few spaces artistically hollowed so you could see through to the clock.

Yume tilted the watch in their hand, taking in every detail and enjoying the feel of the smooth chain as it glided across their palm.

“Oh, it's so pretty…!” They smiled, cradling the gift gently. Riddle nodded, agreeing with them.

“This is the stopwatch my mother gave me, to keep track of my lessons, my meals…everything, that is when she didn’t do it herself…” He said sentimentally. Yume gasped, their brows pinching up.

“O-oh, Riddle, y-you don’t have to give to me, it's too important-!” They urged, trying to quickly but carefully, place it back in his hands. “You should keep it in the family or-” They stopped short as Riddle firmly pushed it back into their palm.

“No…I want you to have it, really I do.” He said resolutely, using his hand to wrap Yume’s fingers around it. Making sure they had a good hold of it before pulling away.

“...Are you sure?” Yume asked. This felt like something too…personal to just hand over.

“I’m sure, besides it's broken.” He said.

“Huh?” Yume held it close to their ear, only realizing now that the clock was not ticking. “Oh…”

“It broke after my…overblot.” He said. His jaw clenched as he gritted out the word, as if it took physical effort. The shame was still evident on his face; but he still held his head high, as if he refused to hide from the reality of the situation.

Yume swallowed, realizing that this gift was more important than they previously thought.

“Riddle…” They gave him a worried look, and this time fully grabbed their friend's hand. They weren’t sure if it was for their own comfort or his. Riddle gave them a strained smile, trying to put on a brave face it seemed.

“I got the glass fixed afterwards, but I couldn’t bring myself to get the mechanism fixed.” He sighed. “After years of hearing its incessant tick tock.” Riddle huffed, before ever so slightly slouching in his throne. For just a second, he looked like any fed up normal teenager.

“I kept it, all this time, as a reminder of sorts…and now I’m giving it to you.” He said, sitting up in his chair and facing them, an adamant look burning in his eyes.

“Spend your time here wisely…don’t look back and regret it…okay?” He said, giving their hand a squeeze. It almost seemed like he was pleading with Yume. Sincerely advising his friend on a mistake he had long already made.

Yume suddenly felt choked up, the turbulent events of the past few months with their friends and loved ones replaying rapidly in their head. All the emotions bubbling up at once. Their lips wobbled, there was so much left to do and so much more to experience. They couldn’t do it all, they couldn’t. They didn’t have the time. So then…! “How do I know?!” They asked, desperate for answers. “How do I know what I should do….?” They trailed off, suddenly very fearful of regrets yet to come. He reached up, trying to wipe a stray tear that fell. But Riddle beat them to it, dabbing it away with his handkerchief.

“You’ll know…” He said simply, putting the handkerchief back in his pocket. “In fact…I think you already do…” Riddle said confidently.

“Hm?” Yume made an unsure noise.

“Right now, more than anything, what do you want?” He asked.

Yume took a second to clear their thoughts. What they wanted…? Well, They…wanted to stop crying, it was embarrassing. They wanted to appreciate all their friends' hard work at throwing a birthday party for them. They wanted to have fun and open presents and eat cake and take pictures. So that they wouldn’t forget, so that in the future they could be happy... But couldn’t they have that now…

That’s right more than anything they just…

“I just…want to be happy.” Yume admitted, their shoulders hiking up at how childish it sounded. “A-and I want it now, I…” They swallowed hard, not sure why it was so hard to say these words. “I don’t want to wait for it! I want to be happy now and enjoy things in the present! I don’t wanna look back and wish I’d done it differently! I don’t…I don’t want to waste any time!” They said, feeling a surge of confidence at the words. They took a deep breath, feeling like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. They peeked up at Riddle to see him beaming at them.

“Well said!” He agreed, squeezing their hand once more before standing up. “Then you must start immediately! Right now, this second! By enjoying today!” He said, the regality returning to his tone, but the kindness remaining as well.

Yume grinned, tucking the watch carefully into their pocket before standing to their feet as well.

“Right!” They cheered, suddenly feeling energized.

“Heeeyyy guys!” Cater’s upbeat voice echoed across the field.

Riddle and Yume looked over to see him waving for their attention.

“The first half's over! Time for the birthday boy to play!” He said, giving a wink and peace sign.

“We got your special flamingo right here!” Deuce said, holding the extravagantly dressed bird excitedly over his head. Next to him Yuuhi held up a cute hedgehog in a bowtie!

Yume laughed carefreely, feeling the full mirth of the party for the first time.

“Alright! Get ready because I’m going to win!” Yume grinned, jumping in place, before bounding over to their friends. Riddle following close behind.

Bonus scene:

“Riddle, is this super necessary…?” Yuuta started to ask, as they watched Riddle hold a pretty impressive handstand as he expertly recited the alphabet backwards!

“Yes IT IS! He made me do it for 10 minutes before Yume laughed. Ah-! Yume, I can see it on your face, don’t you dare- it hasn’t even been thirty seconds-!”

“I’m sorry, I pff- I just remembered how constipated you looked- *snort* -AHHAHA!” Yume couldn’t contain it, bursting out in laughter at the memory. As they laugh, Riddle gives a smug grin. Carefully, maneuvering out of the handstand.

“See, Ace! With practice and discipline ,you can easily follow all of the Queen's rules. Let this be a lesson to you!” Riddle said, allowing Trey to slip back on his cloak.

“Right, sure, whatever…shouldn’t we get back to the game now…!”

-END-

#don't know how to format on tumblr so i used buns birthday story as a ref #Yume Ume #mywriting #twst fanfic #twst oc #twst mc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #yuuta is yume's brother!#Yuuuhi is also yume's brother!#This is post the dorm sorting stuff but I don't expect people to be caught up on that fic #not necessary to read The boy without a fairy for this.#yuuta x deuce shippers come get your crumbs #all relationships with yume are platonic

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summercreolefanfictioner · 2 years

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Did you make a sakamaki brothers as anime’s or am I tripping💀💀

Well, I know for sure I haven't, but I swear I saw another user do this type of post. But I can make one for you, anon.

headcanon: sakamaki brothers + yui as anime series

SHUU

though I have seen ppl think of him as a calming slice of life anime, I beg to differ

I actually think he's more like xxxHOLIC (no this is not a perverted anime, I swear I tell ppl this one's great and they think I'm a pervert 💀)

he'll also prob dig the soundtrack

something abt this screams silent horror and mystery

but if we take in his perverted side, Witchblade could actually work

it's a great anime, but there are big melons and thighs

REIJI

old guy

hmm it's hard to come up with an anime for him cause I bet he doesn't watch one

but since he's so smart, let's just settle for Detective Conan

I was thinking Fullmetal Alchemist but he def wouldn't like the magic side

Rei is prob a guy who tries to solve the case throughout the whole episode lol

and then he finds out his answer was wrong

AYATO

we all know what this guy wants

I swear Naruto is the only anime I could think of with him

another would be My Hero Academia

he just likes Bakugou that's all

but on a serious note, I think he would be Slam Dunk

ya know redhead, quite foolish, but knows basketball

thinks he's Rukawa but he's def Sakuragi I swear

pls don't underestimate Sakuragi you guys

KANATO

I see some ppl think Kanato is just like your typical anime with horror genre (e.g. Higurashi, Another, Mirai Nikki)

I beg to differ

he's like those anime series with beautiful aesthetics with a horror hidden underneath and this horror or dark secret is not easily noticeable

cause that's how he's like

Paradise Kiss is def the anime for him

YES THERE'S DARK SHT IN THIS ANIME I'VE READ THE MANGA COUNTLESS TIMES GO FIGURE

LAITO

fun fact: There is actually a mini hentai series that reminds me of Laito 👀

and no, it's not School Days (pls I can't still get over the fact that Makoto and Laito share the same VA)

but School Days is like Laito in an AU where he finally got killed lol

anywaaaaaaaaaaays

yes, that hentai series got dark (especially towards the ending of episode 2)

but kidding aside, an anime that would fit Laito is def Code Geass

like it's all about manipulation, power, greed, and politics

but there are also scenes where you see big melons and thicc thighs

YES I AM TALKING ABOUT THAT OFFICIAL ART OF LELOUCH TOUCHING CC'S YOU KNOW WHAT

SUBARU

This one is a sad romance anime

I want to tell you I'm joking but I am not

idk but there's just something abt Subaru always being sad and whatnot

an emo guy

while there are so many anime series out there that scream "sad romance" (eg. Your Lie in April, Clannad, Plastic Memories, I Want To Eat Your Pancreas)

the only anime that reminded me of him would be Bokura Ga Ita

you prob think the series is not sad

just freaking wait until you read the manga and ball your eyes out in frustration over the emo protagonist who doesn't have his priorities straight

YUI

ahh my lovely cupcake

while I think Ouran is Yui's cup of tea, another anime that comes to mind would be Tsubasa Chronicles

like there's fantasy, romance, and mystery all wrapped in one

plus Mokona is cute

I bet she cried at that episode where Sakura got her feather back but she can't remember Syaoran

hmm I bet Yui wouldn't know how freaking everything gets darker in the manga

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melis-writes · 1 year

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Hi, I had watched the movie Carlito’s Way a long while ago and became absolutely obsessed with him. So I came to tumblr in search of something to soothe the absolute hunger I have for him. And I had ended up being pretty disappointed because there really wasn’t anything on here for him except for the two fanfics you posted. And lord.. when I read them, I lost my shit.😭

Your writing is fucking amazing, literally a work of art. I was so deviously down bad that I was coming back to reread your fics almost every single day. Like I quite literally couldn’t get through my bad without reading your Carlito fanfics. So, I hope you don’t mind me sending in a couple of requests.🫶(because I’m a filthy little slut for Carlito and you are the only person who can perfectly fulfill by sinful thirst for this man.) also sorry if this is a lil too explicit if I make you uncomfortable or anything you can just ignore this message entirely and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.

So imagine, Carlito is sitting at his desk quietly. Trying desperately to focus on the paperwork in-front of him. Trying to focus on anything but you and how your cunt was squeezing him so fucking tightly. He feels you, sees you. Squirming impatiently, legs shaking, nails digging into the soft silk robe he bought that you had wrapped around your beautiful body, god- and how absolutely fucking wet you were. His cock was telling him to take you right there. Throw you over the desk and fuck you like the slut you were. He could only imagine how it would feel to grab you by the hair, manhandle you, and drag his cock in and out of you. He couldn’t just sit here, especially when you felt so good warning his cock. He was supposed to be punishing you for christ sake. But when he was around you all of his resolve seemed to disappear in an instant.

Yea I tried.😭 in short I just need you to hook me up. Im just desperate. You literally don't even have to do what I asked. You could feed me pig food and I would eat it. I just need a filthy Carlitos smut fic. I'm dying without one. But yea, sorry if this is too much and again If your not comfortable you can ignore this entire message. But I just need some Carlito right now. 🙁

I hope your doing well, have a nice (night/day/evening) bye - your #1 fan ❤️❤️

Omg hello Mrs. Brigante!! 😍😍 Wow, honestly this ask/prompt request surprised and blew me away in the best way possible. I don’t blame you with the Carlito obsession, honestly! 😅❤️ I don’t see much of it though and Carlito is so underrated!! I was super happy to write a whole oneshot fic for him but even with my prompts open for smut and non-smut Carlito x Reader, I’ve probably only received like 1-2 ever. I love to hear that you enjoyed my work for Carlito!! 🥺 They were a blast to write. You’re so sweet!! Thank you for the compliments and love, honestly it made my whole day! I’m always open to more requests, I just wish I had all the time in the world to just sit down and write all of them but I definitely promise to get to them one by one! I love this sexy, smutty prompt idea and it’s in no way making me uncomfortable or something I wouldn’t write, so I’d be happy to post it here for ya. 🥵

‘$75,000 and I’m out. Just that, then I’m gone. Me and my girl…’ Carlito’s eyes trail over the sprawled out paperwork upon his desk, eager to distract himself from numbers and legal paperwork for his nightclub.

‘Off to paradise…’ Carlito’s eyes gaze over at the sunny artwork of the Bahamas hanging just above the door to his office.

Carlito lets out a deep sigh to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. The pen in Carlito’s hand drops onto the stack of paperwork before him, but he can’t possibly care less. Carlito can hardly focus on anything except the thought of you now.

Without even realizing it, Carlito clenches his hand tightly enough that his knuckles strain white, yet he almost wants to give into the thought of you lingering in his mind all day instead of doing anything else.

To sit in his office and try to focus on doing something productive when Carlito fucked you over his desk just the other night is simply an impossibility to him.

The thought and memory of you alone instantly arouses Carlito to no avail, and his mind easily wanders to every heated fuck session he’s had with you in his office and how he wishes he’d rather be taking you again.

Just last night you came into Carlito’s office and distracted him from his paperwork, but Carlito can hardly remember what he was doing before you came in.

All Carlito thinks of now is how your body felt against his—pressed up with not an inch of space between the two of you; his hands groping over your ass and fondling your breasts through your silk robe down to the shape of your body and how he caressed every inch of your hot skin ten times over all while reminding you who you belonged to, answering Carlito to who your pussy belongs to as your hips bounced back over his cock.

Thinking about the way your tight heat contracted with every thrust and convulsed in orgasm over Carlito’s cock, squeezing and letting your pussy’s wetness ooze down his shaft instantly gives Carlito a growing, insistent erection.

“Fuck,” Carlito mutters to himself as he leans back in his seat—practically being able to feel you on him all over again with how vivid his memory is; how he craves and yearns for every inch of you again and again.

Your hips pressed up against his, grinding up and down Carlito’s erection just begging for him to manhandle you and pin you down to his desk—take you right there and then.

Carlito barely had the patience through the heat of the moment to get you naked first, tugging and clutching onto the plush, silk robe that adorned your body and night after night that Carlito was used to throwing off of you.

Carlito slowly moves his hand off his desk and down to his belt, pausing for a moment to indulge further into the fantasy and thought of you further.

You teased Carlito last night with little breathy whimpers, begging him to touch you, revealing you had no panties on underneath your robe and how desperate you were to be fucked until your legs quivered uncontrollably and you were a cum filled mess, squirming on Carlito’s desk.

Carlito’s lips hunger to kiss over your beautiful body; around the outline of your jaw and over your collarbones.

Licking and suckling to leave little love marks while his hands squeezed and spanked your ass until your skin was glowing pink and all you could do was squirm in Carlito’s arms.

From how aroused you were, your pussy drenched Carlito’s cock with every thrust you were eager to take to feel every inch of his thickness.

Carlito’s cock was pulsating, demanding to take you and fuck you in every way possible; you wanted Carlito make you his little whore, his own personal slut more than ever.

Carlito knows he’s never going to get enough of that. Only now he can continue to imagine himself pulling on your hair and pinning you against his desk again to fuck you from behind like a dirty slut—thrusting as fast and sloppy as he could.

Just as only you can satisfy every desire and burning, sinful passion Carlito has for you, it’s the same vice versa.

Carlito has you ensnared in a web of lust—the only man who can please you to the heights of absolute ecstasy and then more.

Any other time, Carlito would have already left his office and have you wrapped around his finger, but punishing you will have no meaning if he gives in just like that first.

Carlito’s eyes open as he looks towards the door of his office, knowing you’re downstairs dressed in that lacy satin lingerie set he bought for you.

It doesn’t matter how he feels now or away from you; you bring a relief and sense of serenity to Carlito from the very moment he steps into your presence.

He can never hold a grudge against you, he’d never want to—not to the woman of his life and dreams.

#carlito's way au #carlito brigante #carlito brigante fanfic #carlito's way fanfic #carlito's way prompts #carlito brigante x reader #carlito's way x reader #smut prompts

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robotstrategy · 3 months

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Recalled • Part 4 • 30 - Roland

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Drops of black ink fall into the bathtub as Roland unravels the skin wraps Lee had wrapped him with. Lilian watches as he rinses off all the inky residue revealing the pieces of art across his body.

When Roland was ten he broke his arm, his mom got him a cast instead of a new arm because it was cheaper, he had drawn a shark on it and made the drawing into a permanent tattoo when the cast was cut off. At thirteen he was attacked by a shark that swam too close to the beach, that or he swam too far out. When he walked back onto the sand he was battered and bruised, he had scars that would still be on him today if they weren’t given to Nero and Connor. His step-dad told him it was karma for the things he did earlier that day, he didn’t even care that his step-son could’ve been eaten alive if Roland hadn’t beaten that shark to death.

Roland wonders why he still likes sharks, maybe he just never had the money or time to get the tattoo removed, or maybe it was the respect he had for a bigger monster out there; that no matter how awful he or his step-dad was, there was literal bigger fish to fry.

Roland curses himself, he’s thinking about his stepdad again, and how something could be worse than him. Admittedly dying to a ferocious animal is way worse than a few strikes to the back, but there’s a difference between a trigger-happy, abusive parent and a defensive, scared animal.

“Do you mind grabbing that second skin wrap over on the counter?” Roland asks Lilian as he thoroughly cleans his arms and legs.

Lilian goes over to grab the second skin. “Why are you covering it again, it’s too pretty to be covered.”

Roland laughs, taking the wrap from Lilian’s hands. “It’s not done healing, I just needed to get the extra ink off.”

Roland wraps up his limbs in the transparent gauze-like wrap before wrapping them again in blue bandages, he turns to the mirror to inspect himself, groaning at the sight of freshly emerged pimples.

Roland has the luck of a teenage girl when it comes to pimples, it’s like dandelions, there’s one, and then there’s a ton, and he can’t get them to go away as easily as his friends used to.

“You can use some of my face wash if you want.” Lilian eyes Roland.

“Ya sure? I mean, I don’t know if I should use stuff that isn’t really mine.”

Lilian scoffs. “Just because you’ve become possessive of your stuff doesn’t mean I have.” She pulls out an elastic and hands it to him. “Put your hair up, then it won't get in the way.”

Roland grabs the elastic and puts his hair in a high ponytail, a few shorter pieces fall back into his face. Lilian pulls out a specialty acne cream, apparently it’s supposed to pull out all the gunk in someone’s pores in a matter of four hours.

“Only put that on the spots that need it, or else you’ll wreck your face even more than it already is.” She hands him the tube, and she then goes for a bag of pimple stickers, placing some on her own problem areas. “Take your pick, you won’t want puss leaking out of your face when the treatment starts.”

Roland scoffs. “No offence, but I’d rather not have unicorns and teddy bears on my face.” To that Lilian rolls her eyes. “There’s some sea creatures in there if you dig hard enough.”

Lilian brushes her teeth while Roland places salmon and starfish on his face. “How’d you get it anyway?” Lilian asks, in reference to Roland’s acne.

“Chocolate pudding.”

“You’ve been eating that a lot.”

“It’s becoming a comfort food.”

And it really is, it’s a simple treat, but it seems like in any slightly stressful situation he’s gotten it. Back at the hospital when he had first woken up, in the support group, his mom had gotten him a carton of it as a treat when he got released from the hospital after the freakout with his meds. He supposes it’s what spam is to Hayden, but then again it was never something present in the basement, god forbid Sonia gets them anything nice.

However, Roland is happy that it hasn’t become such a big thing, last night he ate the last pudding cup he had in that pack of six. Admittedly having a cup almost every day isn’t the best, but if they were bought for him he should be allowed to have them.

“So what are you doing today?”

“Sleeping.”

Lilian gives him a look, staring him up and down. Roland scowls.

“What’s with all the attitude?”

She stays silent for a moment. “I thought you’d go get a haircut.”

“Don’t you need an appointment for that?”

“Leslie doesn’t get many customers these days, you’ll be fine.”

“Haven’t I had enough of altering my body this week?”

“I want to go outside you wet rat!”

Roland wheezes at the randomness of that insult. “What did you just call me?”

“A wet rat! Now go get dressed, and tell Mom we’re going out this time!”

Lilian waits outside on the doorsteps as Roland comes out the door, his hair still in a ponytail. As they walk out of the yard they’re greeted by Otto and Martha, who are out gardening.

“Hi dear, oh, what happened to your arms and legs?” Martha asks.

“Nothing, It’s just tattoo wraps.”

“Oh, are you doing the same thing that the other Recalls are doing?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Oh that’s lovely, are you taking your sister on a walk?” Martha peeks behind Roland to take a look at Lilian who clings to him.

“Apparently I’m getting a haircut,” Roland jerks the arm that Lilian holds onto, “I got called a rat.”

Otto and Martha share a chuckle, “Well, I hope you look less like a rat by the time your hair gets trimmed.” Otto jokes.

Roland and Lilian walk further down the street into the city.

“Do you know them?” Lilian asks.

“I had lunch with them last week, nice people.”

“I’ve never met them.”

“You should.”

Roland and Lilian walk down the street of the suburbs, every once in a while there’s a big tree overflowing onto the sidewalk, shading the path in which they walk. Sometimes there’s a swing hanging down from them. Roland has never noticed it, but it seems like the city has become more youth-friendly recently. Though, somehow there’s more anti-homeless architecture, and Roland is not necessarily sure if it’s meant to be anti-homeless, or anti-teenager. There’s a big puddle up ahead from the rainstorm last night, one of the many blessings in an Indiana summer, unfortunately, it’s not a blessing for the light-sleeping Roland.

When they get close enough to the puddle Roland hops over it, but Lilian jumps into it, splashing Roland in the process, wetting his socks.

“I thought you didn’t want me to be a wet rat.”

“I don’t, stop letting me make you a wet rat.”

Roland starts running down the street, hopping from side to side, avoiding the puddles while Lilian chases after him stomping through all the puddles. She eventually catches up to Roland despite her coordination, hugging onto his back.

“I guess you’re the wet rat now.” He laughs.

“No, I’m a mouse, a pretty one,”

“Of course,” Roland chuckles. “The prettiest one of them all.”

On the course to the hairdresser Roland feels Lilian leave his side, he turns around to see her eyeing dresses in the window of a tailoring service. She pats her shorts as if almost imagining it on herself, she then snaps back around catching up to him as he continues down the street, watching her.

Entering the salon the same bell rings as the door opens, before Roland can even look at Leslie's old desk, she’s already up in his face.

“Roland! I was wondering when I’d see you again!” She exclaims.

“Hi Leslie!” Roland responds.

“Come to get a haircut? It looks like you need one.”

Roland looks at his sister. “Lilian would agree with you.” Lilian nudges him in the arm.

“Well don’t waste any time, come sit down!” She gestures to her chair. Roland sits down in it, and she places a cape around him.

“So, do you still want that beach blowout?”

“I think I want something else.”

“No worries! Let me get you a magazine.” Leslie hands off a haircut magazine to Roland. “Boys these days like getting mullets, but honestly they look awful, at least the ones that they get.”

“I think it’s self-expression, ‘cause there’s no way they’re getting a girl with that cut.” Another hairdresser adds it sends a slew of giggles throughout the salon.

Roland points to a certain hairstyle in the magazine, “How about that one?” Leslie looks back at Roland, inspecting the hairstyle he points at.

“Huh, a short mullet.”

“Oh,” Roland looks to the ground. “I’m upsetting you aren’t I?”

“No, no, something like this could actually work for you. I think I’ll take it down a little at the back, and add a tinsy bit of length at the bottom.”

Leslie takes electric clippers to Roland’s hair, getting it down to a pixie cut. “I believe this belongs to you.” She hands Lilian back her elastic. Leslie escorts Roland over to one of the wash basins, surprisingly this freaks Roland out more than his experience at the tattoo parlour, because his head faces the ceiling and Leslie isn’t even telling him her next move.

“Oh April where did you get that top? It’s beautiful!” Leslie asks, looking in front of her.

“Thank you! I got it from a local artist! She gives half the profits back to the Rewind Ward near us.” April explains.

“Isn’t that the one who lost all three of her high school sweethearts to unwinding?”

“Yeah, see, so she dated the first one, then he broke up with her, then she got with the second one and he got unwound, then she got with the third one, then the first one got unwound, then a day before they were supposed to graduate the third got unwound.”

“Well, at least she only experienced heartbreak twice instead of three times.”

“The last one’s name was Zane right?”

“Yeah, Zane.”

It’s as if all the colour drained from Roland’s face, they’re talking about Valerie, he’s the first boyfriend in the unwound trio. Him, the guy he can’t even remember the name of, and Zane. One of the things that kept Roland sane at the beginning of his recall was that the two women he had hurt had good men to keep them company, Valerie had Zane and Risa had Connor. But Valerie didn’t have Zane, instead, he was unwound, he could’ve had so much, a loving girlfriend, and his place back on the varsity team, but instead he succumbed to the same fate as him. Roland can only hope that somewhere out there, Zane is kicking AWOL.

Leslie taps Roland on the shoulder, waking him from his daze.

“Are you okay hun? Sorry about them, I told ‘em to stop talking about it.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine.”

Leslie escorts Roland back to her chair. “I used to remember when I had to use the little high chair for you, now I almost have to send the chair to its lowest setting.” She reminisces. She pulls out a size 2 razor and clips it onto the clippers, he folds over Roland's hair and starts going at the sides.

“Leslie, do you think I look like a yin yang?” Roland questions.

Leslie furrows her eyebrows, “That's a weird question to ask.”

“I don’t know, my tattoo artist thought I was one.”

Leslie sighs. “You see, hair is one of the many ways someone can express themselves. Here, you can get so many people from different walks of life with all the different sexualities. Sometimes the feeling you’ve got about someone is right, and sometimes it’s completely wrong, so I just chose not to assume anything.”

“But if you had to.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“But-”

“Assuming makes an ass out of u and me. Besides, if you really wanted to know why wouldn’t you just look up yin porn.”

“Leslie! Lilian is right there!” Roland points to Lilian, she rolls her eyes for the third time today. “I know what porn is Roland.”

“I feel like you shouldn’t.”

There’s another ring at the door, a muscular ochre guy around Roland’s age enters the building, he’s got his hair half shaved off with thick dreads on the other side, and he’s got piercing green eyes that cut right into Roland’s possibly no longer existent soul. He walks over to Leslie’s chair, inspecting himself in the mirror, he then turns to Roland, who’s currently getting the main part of his mullet done.

“Seriously, another guy who wants a mullet?”

“Yes, but he’s letting me make it look good.” Leslie puts her hand into Roland’s view, gesturing to the guy in front of him. “Roland, this is my son, Dante. You two used to have playdates all the time when you were little.”

“We did?!” Dante seems just as befuddled as Roland is about this new revelation.

“Yes, we stopped bringing you around when his mom remarried… no offence.”

“None taken, that was a good choice honestly.”

Out of nowhere, Roland feels an arm wrap around his neck and the side of his face is pressed against the side of Dante’s. It practically flusters Roland and he thinks that Dante has just answered his question about him being yin yang. “Hm, yeah you do look familiar, we’ve got pictures together in your scrapbook don’t we Mom?”

“Dante! Get off him, I’m trying to cut his hair!”

“Right, right, sorry…” He backs off.

Leslie finishes cutting Roland’s hair, in the end, she’s right, taking a little off the back and adding a little on the bottom does make for a nice mullet. Roland pays with some of the money from the envelope and he and Lilian start heading home.

“So, should I leave you alone for the rest of the afternoon?” Lilian asks.

“Ew, no, gross, I’m not doing that, and you already knew I wouldn’t!”

“Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to see your reaction.”

Roland finds Lilian leaving his side again, he looks back to her staring at the same dress as before.

“You really like that dress don’t you?”

“Well, not that exactly, it looks a little tacky,” She sighs. “I just want a big pretty dress, y’know?”

Roland blinks at her, “I don’t, I’m a guy.” Lilian scowls.

“Tell you what, for your eighteenth birthday I’ll try to convince Mom to get you a pretty dress.”

Lilian gasps, “Really!”

“I said I’ll try, that’s not a promise.”

“Thank you!!!”

#unwind #unwind dystology #unwind fanfic #unwind series #sequel fic #roland taggart #unwind oc

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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The Book of Steve Rogers (2 of 2)

Steve Rogers x f!reader from Fools Rush In series (read Part 1 here)

Summary: You and Steve exchanged moving-in-together gifts by surprise. Now it's time to unpack what they mean and explore your new digs.

Warnings: smuuuuuutt, per usual very loving but explicit, MINORS DNI

[For @whiskeytangofoxtrot555--You still deserve all. the. fluff. but whoops there's smut, too.] Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Steve keeps sneaking little glances over to you while you eat. His smile is tight to his teeth like he’s holding back a grin. It’s cheeky and flirtatious and really distracting.

“What,” you finally chirp, fighting the urge to flick food at him for his sass.

For such a broad guy, Steve’s self-conscious shrug is delicate. His cheeks are stained pink as he bumbles around an explanation. “Nothing, it’s just…”

“Just what? Is it a good thing or are you about to make fun of me?” You’re not sure you can take it at this point. You poured too much of your heart and soul into capturing the Steve Rogers you know in text, and if he’s about to say it’s too silly, you’ll chuck that thing in the compactor right now.

“No, Keeps—“ then very seriously “—never.” Steve puts down his takeout. “I’ve…been telling the same stories for so long, and people have written some down before. People have analyzed them before, sure, but…I don’t know how to explain it, honey. You. You listened to me and then used your voice to…preserve me or something. Except it’s you. From what I did read, it’s you preserving the best of me. I sound funny and friendly in there, not like some superhero and national icon. You made me sound…just like some guy, and I hardly ever feel that way anymore.

“Except when I’m around you.”

You beam across the tiny table at him. “Well, when you put it like that,” you trail off. It’s sweet and inarticulate, but you know what he’s trying to say.

He wants to tell you that you don’t have to make him look good. He knows who he is in real life, but truthfully, Steve’s wrong. He only calculates in his grand gestures, his sweeping morals, and his century of consistency. You, however, have seen him adapt, learn, and pivot to a multitude of itty-bitty situations. He may not remember them, but you do. He does it because Steve values people—that’s his overarching mantra—but Steve also takes an outrageous amount of his time to make people feel valuable. He shows others what they have that he doesn’t.

It’s such a small, rare thing—his ability to see differences as an asset—but Steve Rogers is a rare bird.

“I don’t feel as pretty as I look in that painting—” you grab his hand and give it a squeeze “—but I guess I’ll just have to accept that’s how I look in your eyes.”

“Better,” he whispers, eyes locked on yours for a long moment, a tell-tale darkening to their rich blue shade as the seconds tick by.

Uh, god, you two have so many rooms to christen—

“Shit! I forgot to toss the sheets in the wash.” You bolt out of the chair and rush to the bed. You’d both figured that they should stay on until any moving dust could be laundered off, with the added bonus of fragrant, fresh bedding on your first night in your new home, your first home together, but then you got sidetracked by printing out the book while Steve hauled boxes. At this rate, it’ll all barely be dry before dinner.

Steve comes to help you gather sheets, blankets, and pillowcases, watching you fuss unnecessarily in what he has previously called ‘the adorable typhoon.’ He leans against the doorframe of your new personal laundry room as you animatedly stuff fabric down to the bottom of the washer.

“Ya know, beating stuff clean is more a my generation tactic,” he drawls.

“Hardy-har, big guy—“ you fling some hair out of your face “—but I’m just looking to ensure a nice place for us to, ya know, lay our heads later.”

Steve snorts at the wiggle of your eyebrows.

“Uh-huh, I see,” he says.“You know, I adjusted the painting because art isn’t necessarily idealized moments or actual snapshots. I think of it more like a representation of all you are over hundreds of little moments. We’re not perfect, but we’re striving—“ he steps forward to pull you against him “—we succeed and we fail.” Steve dramatically tosses his head back and forth. “Private. Public. United and individuals.

“I even thought about how you would want me to be perceived in it,” he grandstands, talking with his hands, “and that really added this depth and emotionality.

As deadpan as you can possibly manage, you huff, “quit being so pretentious, Steve. We both know you’ve never analyzed art that way in your life.”

His coy smile proves you right.

“I thought it was pretty good—“ he leans down to kiss your nose “—thinking of a domestic scene next.”

“Uh-huh.” You tip in the detergent while he shuts the lid and turns the dial.

“Could use a life model for that…”

The whir of rushing water starts.

“I suppose,” you bluster through a chuckle, “you’ll just place me where you want me then.” You weren’t expecting his immediate and intense answer.

“That’s the idea.”

The timbre of his voice sends a shiver through your chest and clenches your thighs. Oftentimes, Steve still doesn’t really know the effect he has on you. It’s almost criminal how easily he can weaken your every reserve, but that’s what makes him the master of relaxing you, too.

Today though, right now, he fucking knows his effect.

His hand at the small of your back flexes its fingers wide and gently presses you nearer and nearer. His other arm reaches behind him to shut the door of the laundry room. With a heavy click, you’re isolated. Even in the otherwise empty apartment, this still feels…showy. The space is new and spotless, and something in Steve’s stare screams ‘it’s about to get dirty.’

The water finishes filling the basin, and the spinning starts. The thud thud thud of the agitator is joined by the thud of your ass on the washer’s lid. Steve’s hands work to lift you fast and spread you slowly. His touch glides back and forth on your thighs, tantalizingly creeping up your sides (where, of course, he thumbs across the sides out your breasts, flicking at your well-covered nipples), and landing behind your neck to cradle your head.

“Welcome home,” Steve whispers before taking your lips with chaotic force.

This guy. This fucking guy. That’s not a domestic project. That’s a kink. So, hell yeah, you’re looking forward to ‘cleaning’ every inch of the place now. Do closets could as rooms? How big are the floors in there? Did you do your stretches today?

Then Steve’s hand drags back between your legs, firmly tracing up and down your clothed core to a slow version of the washer’s pounding rhythm. There’s just enough give in the material to tease you unbearably, and you whimper into his mouth.

Steve’s gotten better—infinitely better—at taking charge during sex that isn’t just plain ol’ vanilla missionary. He’s branched out slowly and added a few tricks to his repertoire, but mostly Steve dedicates himself to expertise in a few things. He’s a quality over quantity man. Always has been.

You’re pulled back to the feel of him when Steve nips at your bottom lip.

“Lean back for me, love.”

Aye, aye, Captain.

Dutifully nimble fingers make quick work of your bottoms, and he sucks on the sliver of exposed skin at your hip while you lift cheek-by-cheek to help him pull off the garment. Steve’s not playing around today; he’s taken your underwear, too, in one fell swoop.

Circled around the back of one thigh, his arm pulls at you, face lifted and leaning forward in anticipation of you scooting to the edge of the vibrating pedestal beneath you. Another kiss, this one deeper and a little sloppier because Steve’s getting ready. His tongue is just getting warmed up.

You break away with a gasp when his thumb crazes the inside of your thigh, inches away from where you just need one spark to set your whole body on fire. He takes his cue to drop down to his knees.

Steve likes a lingering, exploratory approach to eating you out. He lets his lips test the ticklishness at the crease of your hips, his teeth (very gently) rake over your labia, and the tip of his tongue traces the perimeter of your folds. He inventories every fleeting response. He’s a strategist through and through, and he loves details. Off to one side of your clit is more sensitive than the other. Naturally, one of your legs is more flexible to pushing wider (stretching daily is important and you gotta keep remembering that), so he knows which way he can angle himself the best.

No one’s ever written music like this with your body before. Steve’s the world leader in playing this particular instrument, and yet he loves to practice his craft.

You’re shaking too soon, pushed faster towards the edge of orgasm by the rumbling washer under you. The control panel digs at your shoulder blades, but you don’t care. Covered by the noise, you’re a mess of moans and whimpers, twitching uncontrollably until Steve abruptly stops and a cry rips out of your throat before you can coherently contain it.

The flat of his fingers replaces his mouth while he shoves down his pants. His shirt is, of course, tight enough to stay rolled higher up his rippling abs, so it’s only a few seconds before he presses himself to you, cock flush against your folds and wet fingers painting the top side of his length with your arousal.

He aligns the thick head with your entrance and pushes just enough to hold steady instead of bouncing back to his stomach. His thumb finds your clit this time, setting a pace that’s bound to rocket you to the moon at light speed, but Steve still doesn’t enter you. That beacon of self-control pulses against you, adding only a repeated fraction of pressure along all the nerves across your cunt. He’s less than an inch in at any time, but you feel it everywhere. The hot tension in your gut spreads throughout your body, numbing all thoughts except ‘fuuuck.’

It’s coming. You’re coming, and in those precious few moments before the high crests, Steve pumps inside farther and farther until he’s fully sheathed by your spasming walls. He rocks his pelvis against you while the electricity charging through you dissipates.

The harsh and wonderful tensing in your muscles pokes the planes of the machine into you, and the smooth surface sticks to your skin. Gravity pulls at parts of you suctioned onto the metal. You’re scrambling to adjust until Steve takes over again, lifting you by the arch of your back and behind your neck. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips.

His eyes have that boyish glint as Steve practically collapses backward, his back against the wall, thrusting up into you without pattern.

You can’t help but steal his lips again. You’re a sucker for the disheveled hair and goofy grin. Steve looks happy and home, and this is his welcome gift, too.

“Sit,” you whisper between wet kisses, and he does as commanded.

You sink to the ground, beginning to ride him even before your knees hit the floor, and it’s Steve’s turn to whine into your hot mouth.

It took a long time for Steve to understand that he can be completely enveloped by you, all of his senses filled, when you ride him. He can reach out and taste you, watch you move and hear your every breath and heartbeat. He can take it all in while you take him in. Sometimes, he has no idea why he thought having control was better before. He also has a soft spot for hearing you scream profanities when you’re about to come.

He never says it out loud, but he’d die before correcting that behavior.

Today is a particularly shattered ‘fuck’ that will probably make a reappearance in a wet dream or two, and the clench of your sex drags him right over with you.

You’re a sweating mess, bra wedged beneath your breast while your shirt still covers you, wet patches where he laved at your nipples without releasing his grip on your ass. You’re panting and leaning back, trying to catch your breath before crashing to his chest.

“Be honest,” you rasp to Steve, “did you think this was gonna be the first room we, uh, broke in?”

His nose forges a path up your neck and behind your ear for his lips to follow. “Honey, if you hadn’t brought food, I’d have taken you on the table.”

“Like my present that much, did you?”

He nuzzles you in response, tugging you into a hug that shifts his cock loose. For once, he lets the spend drip down him and doesn’t care.

Your wiggling eyebrows are back. “You wanna, ya know, hang the painting? The living room needs some…decoration.”

He’s a toothy grinned doofus, melted at the edges while he stares and tucks your disheveled hair behind your ear. “We actually could,” Steve hums, “we can do this all day…if you want.”

It’s not really a difficult proposal to ponder, but you have one concern.

“Just to be clear though, none of this will be making it into my book.”

He laughs, hearty and deep. It shakes you against him, and you squeal in delight. They’re the perfect sounds of home. The place is official now.

A beep sounds behind you. The washing's done, and it's time to flip it over…

@im-a-slut-for-fluff @fangirl-swagg @georgeweaslysgirl @austynparksandpizza @bucky-fricking-barnes-reads @fallinallinmendes

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thenewromancer · 2 years

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Ya anime selection is really specific. I see ur into some things... I see Cyberpunk any other recommendations ?

Omg tons..

I split all art into 2 major systems of thought if you'll bear with me a moment. The Apollonian and the Dionysian. I wrote a small post on it but it will take some digging in my archives to find it. But I will explain it like this:

Apollonian: The hero triumphs over the forces of chaos. Ends positively for the protagonist.

Ex. Dragonball Z, Naruto, Hunter x Hunter, basically any Shonen or Action/Adventure story.

Dionysian: The forces of life triumph over the individual. Ends Tragically or Ironically for the Protagonist.

I borrowed this idea from Nietzsche, he said that Dionysian art is the highest quality and I agree. The reason is because Dionysian art is true to life and it doesn't tell comforting lies. Sometimes despite our best efforts we will still fail. But that doesn't mean we give up. We live in the face of suffering and adversity, and the fact that we continue on must mean that life is worth living.

So here is a list of Dionysian anime, that is deeper and more emotional:

Series

Berserk

Cowboy Bebop

Death Note

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Stein's Gate

Your Lie In April

Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day

Clannad

Nana

Darling In The Franxx

Plastic Memories

Violet Evergarden

Angel Beats

Movies

Grave of The Fireflies

Ghost In The Shell

Akira

I Want To Eat Your Pancreas

The Wind Rises

Satoshi Kon Movies:

Perfect Blue

Millennium Actress

Tokyo Godfathers

Makoto Shinkai movies:

5 Centimeters Per Second

Garden of Words

Your Name

Mamoru Hosoda movies:

Wolf Children

The Boy and The Beast

Anyway, I am extremely drunk rn so this list is very incomplete. And maybe I included some shit I shouldn't have. But it's a good enough start. Have fun!

#anime #berserk #death note #neon genesis evangelion #cowboy bebop #your lie in april #grave of the fireflies #i want to eat your pancreas #perfect blue #5 centimeters per second #wolf children #dionysian

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Take a Taste: with delicious meals at the Valenzuela Food Fiesta Christmas Bazaar 2023 [Recorded: Dec. 10th, 2023]

Hello! It’s time for another “Take a Taste”! The series is about delicious food with my two paper dolls.

So uhh... So sorry for the long delay. I have SO MANY photos that need to be upload by the end of 2023. But, because I'm using my mom's laptop and not my custom PC, my life's change... 😟😞 But c'mon, I need to turn my frown upside down because its the spirit of the Holidays 🎄😊, so I want to wipe my negative thoughts away. Nonetheless, maybe January 2024 will be start uploading my 2023 photos once I have my new GPU is equipped, so I can get back we're I left of. Except these photos, so let's go! 😁

If you haven’t seen my previous episode, then please click here → [CLICK ME!].

So, without further ado, let’s get started:

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• So, here we are at the nicely busy night street! 🌃💡 You may wondering, why are the people gathered here?🤔Because of the annual "Valenzuela Food Fiesta Christmas Bazaar" 🎄🍗🍴😋, and on top of that, its my mom's 59th birthday! 🥳🎂🎁👩 So, happy birthday, mom! I love you! 🥰🤗 (From me and my paper dolls) So, in this food bazaar, we can choose any delicious meals from a selected independent food stands before someone else to seat down on the table to occupy. Luckily for us, a lot of people we're leave from the table after their done eating and we're occupy it. Isn't it beautiful lights, you two? 😊

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• Hours later, our meal has finally arrived and I ordered a delicious 'Texas Cheese Burger' courtesy of 'Lucky Garage Burger' 🍔😋 (Price: ₱95), and a refreshing 'Graham Mango Shake' from a random shake stand! 🥤🥭😋 Yum-yum! My paper dolls are mouthwatering to see what's inside?! 🤤 Sure thing! Let's open it! 😁

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• Whoa! 😮😋 This burger looks scrumptious! 🤤 Let alone, that the sauce was a bit mess but that's alright; It is still scrumptious!😋Don't ya, you two!? Okay, let's not waste our time, and let's dig in! 😄

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• [8th & 9th Images] Here's a closer look at my 'Texas Cheese Burger'. It may sloppy because of the packaging, but the BBQ spicy sauce never disappoint my taste buds! 😛 Yeah, I tried their sauce and they used a legit Texas sauce 🤠. My paper dolls certainly tried to taste the sauce, as well. And its pretty BBQ hot! 🍖🌶️ Okay, enough for that, let's have a bite! 😁

• [10th & 11th Images] Mmmmm! Wow! 😋 My tongue sensed that their patty was grilled (which is nice than a traditional flat surface), with their juicy fresh mushrooms, and their smoked bacon spot on! Also, I didn't realized, that their using signature style Pandesal buns for their different burger variants, which is fitting for us. What do you think. you two? Have you taste it? Sure you are, and I know you're enjoying it! 😁

• [12th to 15th Images] Here are more snapshots after numerous bites from my mouth! So tasty, I could have another try, or any burger variant that the restaurant has to offer! Yum-yum! 😋🤤🍔

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• [16th & 17th Images] Next, time to washed up my mouth with a sweet refreshment of 'Graham Mango Shake'. It was ordered by my lil' bro and my mom, so thanks a bunch! 🥤🥭 Time to sip! 😋

• [18th & 19th Images] Mmmmm... This ain't bad. Not too sweet, but pretty good! My paper dolls attempts to sip, as well. And they say, they want it add a little pinch of sugar, and some more graham dusts. 🙂 Okay, I get it. You want some adjustments for the mango graham shake, I see. Don't worry, maybe someday we could find the perfect 'graham mango shake'. Promise! 🥤🥭😊

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• [20th & 21st Images] You thought, that the graham mango shake is the end of our meal? Nope! My fam ordered us two pizzas from 'Krusty Bites'! 🍕🍕😋

• [22nd to 25th Images] Tada! We have Hawaiian 🍍🍕 and Garlic Cheese Pizza flavors 🧄🧀🍕! Unfortunately, my paper dolls dislikes Hawaiian pizza, despite some mixed reactions after eating it. 🤔😕Yeah, still debacle to this day. But c'mon, let's give another chance, okay? 😉

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• [26th & 27th Images] Here, let's have a slice per each pizza flavors! You're gonna love it! 🍕🍕😋 Let's try the Hawaiian, first. 🍍🍕😄

• [28th to 30th Images] Mmmm... Okay... You know, I have no problem eating Hawaiian, but this is bland. 😕 Yeah, I don't think that you're gonna eat it. So, its all mine now (I guess). 😅 As for the Garlic Cheese Pizza, this is decent. 🙂👌 I think, my paper dolls should stick with the latter than the bland Hawaiian one. However, we've ended up take these pizzas to our home as our midnight snacks. 🍕🌙🏠

Overall:

• Bland Hawaiian ✌ Piz-aside ✌(I made confuse pun here), hanging out with my fam at the annual food bazaar while celebrating my mom's birthday was quite relaxing, and enjoying our delicious meals (except one, that I've mentioned). 😋🥳 We wish, that we could do this, not just every year, though. After all, the quarantine is over (for now), and restrictions we're already loose, so we can explore different places. 😊🏙️ Also, the only satisfy my appetite is the 'Texas Cheese Burger' from 'Lucky Garage Burger' 🍔😋, and that 'Graham Mango Shake' 🥤🥭😊. The latter was just right for me, and I promise that we'll find the perfect G.M.S. for my beloved paper dolls, very soon. 😉

SIDE NOTE: Although... Rumors, I have a funny feeling that there's another harmful virus that will approaching, very soon. It'll be much harsher than the OG corona virus. So, be prepared for much tighter pandemic lockdown, when another virus hits the world (, ONE MORE TIME).🦠🤒😷

Well, that's all for now. And Happy Holidays! 😊🎄🎅

If you haven’t seen my previous episodes, then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉

Take a Taste:

○ 2021 Food Reviews: ○

• Popeyes U.S. Spicy Chicken Sandwich [Dec 6, 2021]

• Jollibee Chick'nwich & Crisscut Fries [Dec 21, 2021]: Part 1 [CLICK ME! #1], Part 2 [CLICK ME! #2]

○ 2022 Food Reviews: ○

• Mini Stop Chicken Fillet XL Sandwich [Feb 7, 2022]

• Minute Burger Cheese Burger(s) [Mar 1, 2022]

• Pepper Lunch Teriyaki Beef Pepper Rice w/ Egg (& Honey Brown Sauce) [Mar 5, 2022]

• Bacsilog’s Sulit Combo Bacon-Tocino & Samgyup Day’s Pork Herbs [Mar 12, 2022]

• Burger King Whopper w/ Sides & Drink [May 6, 2022]

• Marshmello’s Limited Edition Coca-Cola Zero [Aug 26, 2022]

• Cheesy Burger McDo with Lettuce & Tomatoes Meal [Recorded: Sept 16, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s PH McSpicy & Apple Pie (featuring their World Famous Fries) [Nov 14, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich [Dec 31st, 2022]

○ 2023 Food Reviews: ○

• Foods from Delicious Restaurant & 1919 Grand Cafe [Jan 8th, 2023]

• Homemade Churros by my lil’ bro [Feb 12th, 2023]

• Lugaw Sisig from Mang Boy Alfredo Lugawan Restaurant [Recorded: Feb 18th, 2023]

• La Prato Stakehouse [Recorded: Apr 10th, 2023]

• Salt ‘n Light Snack Shack’s Cheesy Bacon Burger & Fries [Recorded: Apr 14th, 2023] (Published on May 5th, 2023)

• Delicious burger meal at Tokyo Tokyo Restaurant [Recorded: May 6th, 2023]

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