#and of course my mind is jumping to the worst possible things and i am so worried

[daesukiii]

Pairing: Yunho x f! yn, mentioned possible woosan

Word Count: 4002

Warnings: cursing, kissing

Genre: Angst, fluff, e2l, school setting (unspecified), E for everyone

Summary: Getting flowers from a secret admirer was the highlight of your week. But with a certain blonde student disrupting your every day, things may change.

Hello @hotteoki <3 I am your secret admirer! It was great getting to know you and I hope you enjoy this! It kinda got away from me, and I do have a bonus woosan drabble that connect to this so i hope you enjoy it! and can you figure out who was giving the flowers?

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“Ooh, look how popular you are, (Y/N), you got flowers again!”

Your peace of mind is shattered when you hear your worst enemy, Jeong Yunho walk by and tease you about your secret admirer. “Just because you’re going to die a lonely old geezer doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my flowers, Jeong,” you snap at him before returning your gaze to the bouquet of wildflowers lying on your desk. Every Monday, an assortment of flowers would be waiting for you, and every Monday Yunho teases you about it incessantly.

Yunho cackles, leaning forward (on your desk, might you add) and poking at the flowers. “What’d you get this time? White and purple lilacs? Cute. This person must really like you, (Y/N)...I feel sorry for them.” He punctuates each word with another poke and you close your eyes, exasperated.

“Jeong Yunho, get back in your seat before I smack you,” you threaten, but it does nothing to intimidate your personal pain in the ass. All he does is laugh and raise his hands in mock surrender.

“Hey man, I’m just saying. You’re so mean to me already, how would you be if they came out and told you.”

You blink at him, barely processing his words before your mouth drops open and you get ready to retort when the teacher comes in and you’re forced to sit down with a polite smile.

“Mr Jeong, please take a seat so we may begin our lesson,” your teacher calls out and Yunho shoots you a smile that you want to wipe off his face before taking his seat.

-

“I don’t understand what he has got against me,” you complain to your friends as soon as you sit at your lunch table. “Ever since we went into college he’s made it his life’s mission to annoy me. I don’t think we ever interacted with each other in middle school. Or even high school! I know he’s my neighbour or whatever, but he could stand to be nicer.”

Wooyoung slurps on his banana milk, not even caring about your issues, but Seonghwa leans forward, always invested in the gossip. Even if he’s heard the same thing from you dozens of times. “Maybe he likes you?”

You scoff loudly at the suggestion. “Ew, no.” You shake your head and shut down that idea. “Even if he did, that’s no way to get me to like you back! What, I fall into his arms? ‘Oh, Yunho, thanks for making fun of me and putting me down at any moment you get!’ Yeah, that’ll work.”

You roll your eyes so harshly you think they might pop out of your head and Wooyoung finally looks up. “Have you told him to stop?” You open your mouth to object but your friend cuts in again. “Or do you just fight him back and keep playing his game?”

You blink owlishly before sighing and leaning back in your chair. “You know, sometimes you can be pretty smart.”

Wooyoung nods happily before it hits him and his head snaps toward you. “Sometimes?”

-

Your usual bouquet awaits you when you arrive at school the following Monday. This week it’s white lilies and you stop to breathe in the fresh scent. But to your surprise, something else is sitting on your desk. A packet of mentos sits plain on the desk and you stare at it for a few unblinking moments.

“Do you like it?” You jump at Yunho’s voice suddenly appearing from behind you.

Of course. You whirl around and point at the offender. “Can’t you leave me alone? I don’t know what I’ve done to make you hate me, but really, dude. What lengths are you going to go to? How did you even find out my least favourite candy? Why do you keep bothering me day after day?”

Yunho stares at you, his eyes wide and you almost feel bad. Almost. But you shake away these unwanted thoughts and narrow your eyes. Wooyoung was right—you let the teasing go on for far too long. “Just leave me alone,” you sigh and plop down in your seat and bury your head in your arms, no longer wanting to see your biggest tormenter. (And yes, you are exaggerating.)

Yunho mumbles something you can’t quite hear but you’re unbothered by it and just steadily ignore him. There’s another pause before you hear him walk away and your shoulders relax. But even so, you can’t help but feel guilt for how you snapped at Yunho. Maybe he really didn’t know you were feeling annoyed.

But no, you can’t bend like that. He’s been bothering you for a good part of the school year and even if he thought you were okay with it, surely he should’ve at least gotten to know you before jumping into teasing you.

You have more important things to worry about anyway, such as your secret admirer. Every time you see a new bouquet on the desk, your heart rate spikes and you can’t stop a smile from growing on your face.

But, the more you think about it, the more worried you are about what the outcome of this would be.

-

And lately, not just flowers have been appearing on your desk. Sometimes, there’s a phone charm, maybe a strawberry milk or two, always something extra alongside it. It’s only made you more curious about your secret admirer, and you can’t stop talking about it to your friends.

In your quest, you’ve narrowed it down to two people, Choi Jongho and Kang Yeosang. Both are in your grade, although you don’t talk to them very often. You just know they’re on the quieter side so would be more likely to prefer secret gifts. Plus, you’ve had projects with both of them so they are at least connected to you in some way.

“Are you just going to spend your lunch doing this?” Wooyoung barges into your empty homeroom during lunch, carrying his lunch as well as a sandwich from the cafeteria for you. He pulls a chair in front of you and sits. “You gotta at least eat. Just because Hwa is sick doesn’t mean I’m gonna feed you in his place.”

You laugh, looking up at him and taking the sandwich. “Aren’t you doing that right now though?” You dodge his swat, laughing as you push aside your gifts of the day. “Anyways, yes. I have my guesses narrowed down, but even if they’re both wrong is just fun to me,” you shrug.

Wooyoung hums, leaning forward to poke at the ring pop. “Can I eat this?”

You can’t help but snort, nodding. “Go ahead. But, you know, I wonder if they’d ever come forward. All I get are gifts and I don’t know if they’d ever tell me how they feel. That's why I keep guessing. I want to know.”

A sigh escapes Wooyoung’s mouth, and he cocks his head. “But (Y/N), what if they don’t want to be known? I mean, maybe they’d just like to be anonymous and just it die after graduation?”

You shrug, meeting his eyes. “I just wouldn’t want to live my life not knowing. Of course it can be scary to confess, but missing that chance would be worse, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t ever reject them meanly if they turn out to be someone I wouldn’t like. Hell, my two guesses I don’t know if I’d want to date.”

Wooyoung nods, relaxing in his chair. “No, that makes sense. It’s better to get a solid answer than not. Do you think they’ll ever reveal it?”

Yet again, you shrug. “I really don’t know. I would understand if they don’t, but I hope they do.”

Wooyoung opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, the door to the classroom opens and an unfortunately familiar head of hair pokes through. “What are you doing here, Jeong?” you snap, eyes narrowing. “Can’t even have lunch in peace now?”

A choked sound escapes Yunho’s throat and he looks ready to run back out and pretend it never happened, but he swallows it back and steps into the classroom. “I want to talk to you, (Y/N). I promise it’s nothing bad. Will you hear me out?”

You narrow your eyes and beckon him closer. “Fine. What is it?”

His eyes flick to Wooyoung, who leans back with a face of disapproval. “You can say it in front of me too,” he states, his expression unchanging.

At that moment, you really appreciate Wooyoung. Although he’s the one who told you to set a boundary with Yunho instead of letting him have his fun, he’ll still have your back. Yunho glances at you but you make no move to correct Wooyoung so he sighs and steps fully into the room.

“It’s about the gifts. And no, it’s not a joke,” Yunho quickly adds when he sees your face shift to a deeper frown. “Uh. I was just passing by when I heard you talking to Wooyoung and I figured I should tell you now.”

A sinking feeling starts to grow in your stomach. “No–”

Wooyoung starts to look genuinely regretful that he decided to stay, and you can’t blame him one bit. “It is me,” Yunho confirms. “I wasn’t the flowers.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “You think that helps, Jeong?” You let out an exasperated sigh and a shake of your head. “You’ve been making my life here difficult for the better part of a year and I finally tell you off. And you think adding to my confusion on the secret admirer is going to help? You must be crazy.”

Yunho shakes his head frantically. “No, it’s not just that. Of course, I wanted to show I was sorry but there’s another reason. I…uh. Do I really have to say it in front of Wooyoung?”

You frown, eyes flicking back and forth between them before you sigh and concede. “Wooyoung, could you give him some privacy?”

With a nod and a face of pure happiness at not having to witness what would be awkward for him, Wooyoung practically runs out of the classroom, leaving everything but the sandwich he had brought for you. “What did you want to say, Jeong?”

“I like you, (Y/N).”

Before his words settle fully your head’s already a mess. “What?” You can’t get a full sentence out, just blinking at your classmate, whose ears seem to be turning red. “No, this is another prank, right? You’ve decided that I can’t just have a good time with my friends.”

Yunho steps forward, pleading with his eyes but you scoot back in your chair. “(Y/N), please. I’m being serious. I wouldn’t joke about that.”

“You wouldn’t?” You scoff, even though it sounds a bit wet. “Tell me, why would I believe that? Even if you had left me alone, that doesn’t erase everything else you did to me. You don’t act with sincerity, Yunho. Go away like I told you to weeks ago.”

Yunho frowns and doesn’t go away, only coming even closer. “How can I make it up to you?”

“You can make it up to me by leaving me alone. You can’t expect me to like you after bothering me so much, really now, Yunho.” You shake your head again, standing up and gathering your stuff, pointedly leaving the gifts he had been giving you on the desk. “I should go find Wooyoung now.”

And before Yunho can say anything you leave him standing in the middle of the class as you wander through the halls hoping to pass the time before your next class (thankfully not with him).

-

“Can you believe he did that?” You groan, pressing your face against Seonghwa’s shoulder as Wooyoung awkwardly pats your back. After successfully avoiding Yunho for the next week, you had to call an emergency movie night with your friends to figure out what to do.

“Well, I hate to say it, but I told you–” Seonghwa cuts off his jibe when you glare at him. “Look, (Y/N), you don’t have to accept him or even be friends. But maybe you could just let him try and redeem himself. He seems genuinely sorry. And if you do that and then still tell him no, maybe then you could feel less conflicted about it.”

“I don’t know if you should do that,” Wooyoung cuts in.

Both you and Seonghwa turn to face him with confused looks. Out of the three of you, Wooyoung was the most realistic when it came to Yunho. Seonghwa wanted it to end up like a storybook romance, while you just wanted to never speak to Yunho ever again. Wooyoung had always been the voice of reason that maybe Yunho just didn’t mean it with malice and was the one to tell you to set a boundary with Yunho in the first place.

“Why not?” Seonghwa frowns, shifting so that he can face the two of you properly. “Out of us all, you’re probably the closest to him since you know his friend, San.”

Wooyoung snorts, waving his hands. “Just because I’m friends with San doesn’t mean I’m friends with Yunho. I just think if (Y/N) doesn’t want to have anything to do with Yunho, then that’s that.” He shrugs, leaning over to grab a handful of popcorn but Seonghwa isn’t letting it go.

“But I feel like it would be good for Yunho to learn how to properly apologise,” Seonghwa argues again. “He shouldn’t expect you to fall for him after he confesses right after an apology.”

You bite your lip and look at your hands clasped on your lap. Both of your friends have a good point, and to be honest, before Yunho had started bothering you, you didn’t hate him. In fact, every so often you had thought about inviting him to hang out with the three of you. You sigh again. “I’ll try. Just till the end of the school year, okay? When I see him with his friends he seems like a genuinely nice guy. Plus, wouldn’t it just make things awkward with you and San, Woo? San is one of Yunho’s closest friends after all.”

Wooyoung shrugs, still clearly unhappy but not willing to fight any longer. “What’s the worst thing that can happen? Yunho’s a cool guy, so I do hope he doesn’t screw it up.”

Seonghwa laughs. “Who knows? Maybe in the end, they’ll fall in love and get married and I’ll be the best man..”

You laugh and shove at him. “In your dreams. You just want to be in the wedding party.”

Seonghwa shrugs, leaning over to rustle your hair. “We all know it's true.”

-

“Oh, hi, Yunho.”

You didn't even have to find the tall blond this time. He's waiting by your locker. How did he even find out the number? You have no idea, and you’re not too sure you want to know.

“(Y/N), can I say something?” He holds out a bag with all the gifts you had left behind the previous week. “And you can honestly keep these. I don't like these candies anyway.”

“Uh. Sure? Thanks.” You take the plastic bag from his outstretched hands with only a little hesitation. “What's up?”

Yunho blinks, surprised at your willingness to listen, although he quickly composes himself. “Uh. My friend, San, told me I should apologise sincerely, not just saying sorry and then confessing.”

You can't help but smile at that—San and Seonghwa would probably make good friends. “Well, that would be appreciated,” you joke and Yunho’s body relaxes at your short laugh. “I can't fall in love if you go from bullying to loving.”

Both of you realise at the same moment how badly timed that joke was, but Yunho gracefully ignores that. “Would…would you like to go to the library with me after school today to work on finals?” Yunho almost whispers, as if he’s scared you would reject him. And at any time before today, you probably would’ve. But this time, you offer a small, unsure smile.

“Sure.”

And although your brain is screaming at you, your heart is telling you that this is not a mistake.

-

As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve grown close to Jeong Yunho. and his dumb smile. His jokes that somehow always make you laugh and also want to choke him out sometimes. Even your friend group has warmed up to him. Seonghwa still teases you in private about being with Yunho, but Wooyoung is just as friendly as ever and…also seems to be joining in with Seonghwa on the teasing. You’re not quite sure what to make of it.

But one problem still persists—the question of your secret admirer. The flowers have dwindled, although they’re still showing up. It’s almost finals week and you’re stressing out of your mind over the exams, and sometimes you can’t help but wonder to yourself if the person’s crush on you is dwindling. And why don’t you feel bad about it?

At first, you thought you liked them, whoever they are. You’d smile every time you see the flowers and you were genuinely relieved that your secret admirer wasn’t Yunho. But these days, you look at Yunho, and you wonder what would’ve happened if you had said yes to his confession. Would he hold you gently the way he holds your weekly bouquet to admire it?

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?” Wooyoung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, his hand waving in front of your face.

“Ah– Sorry, Wooyoung. What’s up?”

“No, no, you seem distracted.” Wooyoung plops down in front of you, leaning onto your desk and looking up at you with his brows furrowed just slightly. “Is something wrong?”

You shrug. “It’s just that…I’m confused.” You sigh from your bones, propping your head up with your head. “I couldn’t stand Yunho for such a long time, and yet, these days I can’t seem to get enough of him. I look at him and I’m fond. I’m not looking at him and I’m fond. But what about my secret admirer? They’ve been constantly there for me just by giving me flowers. It’s always perked me up. But I don’t think I like them the way they want me to…the way I want to.”

Wooyoong frowns. “What do you mean, the way you want to? You can’t help it if you don’t have feelings for them. And sure, maybe you appreciate them, but it doesn’t mean you have to like them back. It’s not like you’re dating. Hell, you don’t even know who they are. Maybe they won’t give a shit, or maybe they’ll be disappointed but what can they do if they never told you?” He shrugs. “If you like Yunho, just go for it. He’s a nice guy, outside of how he treated you. And a little birdie may have told me that he still likes you.”

You nod, defeated and yet relieved. “That’s true. Hey, Wooyoung.” Your close friend cocks his head, looking at you with wide eyes. “Thank you for your advice. I do appreciate you keeping my head out of my ass and in line. I know I don’t say it enough to you and Seonghwa, but you guys are my closest friends and I love you guys.”

Wooyoung’s smile softens as he leans in to give you a warm hug. “Can’t leave you floundering by yourself, dumbass.”

You slap Wooyoung on the shoulder but don’t break the hug. “Fuck off, idiot. I hope you stub your toe today.” You pause. “Did Yunho really tell San he still likes me?”

-

You can’t stop pacing the park in front of the school. You asked Yunho to meet you there after the last day of classes, hoping to ask him out, but now you’re starting to regret it. What if Wooyoung and San were mistaken and Yunho no longer likes you? What if he just laughs in your face and tells you it was a farce for a last prank before your graduation? You bring your thumb up to your mouth, biting on the nail as you debate between just playing it off as wanting to go to the arcade, or whether you should suck it up and tell Yunho. Or you just ditch him here and go home and eat a big tub of ice cream. The choice is yours.

You’re about three steps into your last plan of leaving when a warm hand grasps your wrist. “Hey, sorry it took me so long,” a familiar low voice hums. “San needed to talk to me. Hey, did you know–”

“Can I ask you–”

The two of you pause before giggling at the cliche interruption. “You go first,” you offer. “I want to hear the tea.” You wriggle your eyebrows at Yunho, making your friend snort.

“Did you know San likes Wooyoung?”

You blink for a moment before a grin breaks out on your face. “Oh, really? That’s so cute! I don’t know San well, but I know Wooyoung’s pretty fond of him. Hopefully it works out for them!” You’re pretty sure you’re practically sparkling from hearing about this. Wooyoung has always been the single one in your friend group—Seonghwa’s dating this one girl from a different area and they’ve been happy for years, and you’ve had on-and-off partners through the years. It would be nice if he finally liked someone.

Yunho nods, pleased. “I hope so too. They would be cute together. Anyways, what did you want to ask me?”

Ah. You’re pretty sure you’re looking a little sick from how Yunho’s barely hiding his concern behind his eyes. “Uh. So. I changed my mind. See you at graduation!” And hopefully never again.

But before you can back out like a coward and never face Yunho again, you catch a twinkle in his eyes and a knowing smile and you immediately have a sinking feeling in your gut. If your fears are confirmed, you’ll make sure to write a nice eulogy for your friend. “...What did Wooyoung tell San and what did San tell you?”

Yunho chuckles. “Same as what San told Wooyoung, who told you.” His smile somehow grows even larger. “Honestly, the only reason I haven’t killed San yet is because I’d like to see him and Wooyoung get together.”

Your eyes narrow. “Well, I’m not sparing Wooyoung that same courtesy. I sure hope San’s able to keep Wooyoung alive.” You turn away, ready to find Wooyoung to beat him up but the grip that you forgot Yunho had on your wrist tightens and he tucks you into a back hug, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

It feels like time stops as you can hardly breathe when Yunho’s chin rests on your shoulder. “You can fight Wooyoung later, but I think something is slightly more important than that.” And before you can say anything, Yunho spins you around and presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Now it really feels like time has stopped for you, but all you can do is stare up at him with your face slowly heating up until you feel you may melt. “Uh,” is all you manage to eloquently say, but Yunho just smiles, waiting for you to gather your thoughts while looking at you softly. “Uh. I think that slightly is a bit of an understatement.”

Yunho bursts out laughing at your admission, leaning in again until his nose brushes against yours. “There’s the (Y/N) I know and love. May I kiss you again?”

You’re pretty sure he can feel the heat radiating off your face, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you nod before whispering out a ‘yes’. And, before you can even blink, his plush lips are on yours again. It feels like a daydream, but as your hands come up to cup Yunho’s face, you smile into the kiss and feel at home in his arms.

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[chaoticloving]

Made a friend today?

harry styles x reader (SOH)

summary: Y/n asks harry to buy some pads, and of course, he gets spotted.

w/c: 2.1k

warnings: nothing but period stuff ig

a/n: my period is going to be the death of me but this photo is so precious

Harry got into London late. The plan was that Harry would go back to his place since it's three in the morning, then once he has woken up he would text Y/n to let her know he was coming over, ending with them being disgustingly cute together by cuddling on the bed and watching a movie together.

Instead, Harry got a text that caused his heart to beat to extreme levels.

Can you come over?

The text at any other time of day would make this completely different. But its 3 am on a Tuesday--she should be asleep in her large bed.

Obviously, he responded with a yes and sprinted out of the jet, pushing the boys out of the way which caused some swears and threats from the others. Harry continued to make his bandmates even more angered by taking one of the private cars ordered and gave the address to Y/n's flat.

Harry has always been the one to overthink. From conversations with people to punctuation, it's no surprise he started to think the worst. But one of the most troubling things was that he couldn't quite place what could be wrong. It wasn't an emergency and life threatening. And despite the fact that yes, he'll admit, his first thought was infidelity, it was squashed quickly. He was confident in his relationship, there was no need to worry about love in the relationship.

So what could possibly wrong ?

Harry jumped out of the car after throwing a wad of money to the driver--politely, of course, he's still a gentlemen--after saying a quick thank you. He ran right up to the door and started to knock.

He knew the knocking might freak Y/n out a bit but he was a bit too tired to realize, not to mention it was coupled with his anxiety growing in his stomach.

Eventually, the door was swung open. Harry was met with a tired, baggy-clothed Y/n, her eyes were squinted from the bright street lamps along with the skin under her eyes being dark.

"Harry--"

"Oh my god, are you okay? Dying? Bleeding out? Broken bone? I can call an ambulance, right now." Harry asked, hands shaking and tracing over Y/n's face and looking all over her body.

"No, Harry, come in." She smiled softly and guided her ever-so freaked out boyfriend into her home. She sighed heavily as she locked the door behind him and guided them into the kitchen. She had some candles and dim lights on in the kitchen, as well as some warm tea ready made. Marney and Sugar sleeping softly in their beds. "Sorry I didn't mean to freak you out with the whole ominous text."

"But whats wrong? Are you okay?" Harry's voice was laced with concern.

"I just missed you too much. " She sweetly answered, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his nose sweetly. "Plus I have the worse stomach ache ever and I need a cuddle. "

Y/n felt a little guilty for not telling Harry the whole truth. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed that she was on her period, it was the fact that she missed him. She felt a bit silly coming clean and saying that she couldn’t wait to see Harry was because of some hormone changes.

But Harry didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed relived. He hugged her tight, “let’s get you to bed then.”

“After I finish my tea.”

“Right after though.” He kissed her lovingly and wouldn’t remove his arms from her which lead to her awkwardly sipping her tea.

They made small talk. Harry was talking about his concerts and the flight back, mentioning that he’s been writing again and is proud of what’s he got so far.

Y/n spoke on her recent interviews. She was in the interview phase of the movie process and she can’t wait for it to be over. All the questions were either the most basic question that could be asked or one extremely invasive—mostly pertaining to her relationships.

After a few more minutes if swaying and chatting, Y/n took the initiative to move them upstairs after she saw Harry yawn and his eyes drooping.

“Mhm, I’ve missed your bed.” Harry moaned as he collapsed onto the cozy bed.

“Get out of your airport clothes and brush your teeth.” Y/n scolded, making her own way to the bathroom. “I washed some of your stuff and it’s in your drawer.”

Harry groaned but complied. Stripping and leaving the clothes on the bedroom floor. He walked into the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush and joining Y/n in the night routine.

As Harry looked at them in the mirror, he paid special attention to Y/n’s face. Her eyebrows scrunched and her hand would rest on her lower stomach. She seems to be in discontent, which spurred back on Harry’s protective mode. He did, though, have half a brain to wait to talk to her when

“Is the fan on?” Y/n asked as she stepped out of the bathroom.

Harry sighed when he saw it was. “Don’t know why you like to be so cold." He shivered.

"You get too sweaty."

They collapse onto her bed, Harry wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/n doesn't seem to like that--she shuffles around every few seconds, with Harry trying to touch her when she stops for a couple of seconds.

Y/n wriggled and crushed Harry's hand for the third time before he said something. "Are you okay? You've been off all night."

"Just my stomach." She sighed, finally resting on her side with her legs spread out. "Got the worse pain."

"Anything I can do?"

"Can you grab my heating pad? It's in the closet." Y/n smiled a big smile, which Harry rolled his eyes and got out of the bed and into the chilly air.

"Think ya ate something funny?" Harry asked from the closet, moving things around to find the device.

"Uhh, no ." Y/n started to think Harry would be grossed out. She mostly knew she was being irrational, but it was late at night so she was anxious (and on her period).

"Then what'cha think it is?"

"My period."

"Huh." Harry turned off the closet light, handing the heating pad that Y/n immediately turned on.

"My period."

"Oh." Harry froze for a quick second, then going back to slipping under the covers. "So you are bleeding out."

"Ugh, shut up." She lightly smacked. "Never should of told you."

"What? I'm being so supportive." Harry acted offended. "Not like I'm grossed out. Never was opposed to having some blood on my sword, anyway."

"Please shut up and cuddle." Y/n choose to ignore the innuendo. Back facing Harry, wanting to be the little spoon tonight.

Harry gently places his arms barely even on her, ghosting over her skin. "If I cuddle ya too hard are you gonna squirt like a ketchup packet."

"If you say one more thing I'm kicking you out."

...

The next morning was a living hell for Y/n. It felt like satan was personally living in her uterus and was trying to claw his way out.

"Do you think you could take Marney out for me? My stomach is still upset." Y/n asked when Harry and her both getting ready for the day. The morning so far consisted of Y/n and Harry cuddling each other in bed, but instead of being in a blissful state like Harry was, Y/n was dying.

"Of course." Harry answered, kissing her nose with his fresh minty breath. "Can you call your doctor or someone to get any help?"

"I just need some meds." Y/n sighs. Harry hugs her then placing a gentle kiss on the skin next to her eye.

Harry goes out of the bedroom door and greets Marmalade with a high pitch noise. She hears the door close and goes to one of her cabinets under her sink to grab a tampon. But, of course, Y/n grabbed the last one. She groaned in frustration, knowing that she needs to go get some more but was too tired to go to the local Tesco to grab some more.

She knew she would have to ask Harry to go out. She sighed and quickly inserted the tampon and washed her hands before leaving to the kitchen to make some coffee and get the pets breakfast out.

She poured the pet food into Marmalade and Sugar's bowl. Sugar came scampering in from the sunny corner of the living room to eat his food, purring a thank you when Y/n scratched behind his ears.

"Morning baby." Y/n smiled, going back to making some coffee to her and Harry's standards--Harry liked about a third of the cup to be coffee, the rest being some sugary creamer with even more sugar into it.

"Sugar, do you think Harry's mad I asked him to come here so late last night" She asked the cat, voicing her concerns only to realize how silly she's being. "Never mind. He loves sleeping over and seeing you cuties."

Sugar meowed in return.

"Think he would get mad if I asked him to go out again?" She questions, getting some ibuprofen for herself and swallowing the tablets with the coffee.

"I did just get him to take Marney out. Might piss him off if I keep ordering him around on our day off together."

The door opened, luckily when Y/n wasn't talking to her kitty, Marmalade's pattering feet came into the room to find Y/n, then rushing right over.

"Morning sweet girl." She gave Marney some scratched behind the ear and a belly rub. "Go eat your breakfast."

"Where are my head scratches?" Harry teased, grabbing his coffee mug and taking a drink of the "coffee". "How's the cramps?"

"Not good, but I took some medicine." She told him, then cleared her throat. "Can you do me a big favor?"

"Anything you need, babe."

"It's just that my stomach hurts too much and I know I keep asking you to do stuff for me and I am sorry. I just don't think I can be too far apart from the bathroom." She took a deep breath. "Could you maybe get me some stuff for me?

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Harry set the cup down and went to his the front door to put his shoes back on. "Period stuff?"

Y/n smiled, nodding. "Yeah. Thank you." Y/n hugged Harry and gave a quick kiss to his lips.

"Don't tear up on me." Harry laughed when he saw her worried expression. "I don't mind, I'm glad I can do stuff like this for you."

"You’re too sweet."

"I'll be back in a bit." Harry grabbed his wallet and waved goodbye to Sugar who was now by Y/n feet.

"I need to make him some pancakes, Sugar."

...

Harry has never been in this section of the store before, or at least he can't remember being here. He grew up with his mum and Gemma, so he's not stupid, he knows what a period is and he never thought of them as unclean or gross--he knew damn well that Gemma would fight him (and win) if he thought otherwise. Harry just never gave much thought to how this stuff works.

As he looked at the selection of period items, he wondered what the different numbers ment and was desperately trying to look it up online with no luck.

But then again, he would much rather be looking at the period products then the little tests just down the aisle.

"Are you okay, boy?" Harry looked up to see a concern older women with a teenage daughter--jaw dropped-- next to him. "You look really confused."

"Uhm, my girlfriend asked me to get her some stuff and I don't know if I should get pads or tampons or what the numbers mean."

"You men are so funny sometimes." The women chuckled to herself. "The higher the size, the heavier the flow it can take. Typically, 4 and 5 are night pads and 1 though 3 are day time ones. But at there is no harm in getting a higher size."

"Tampon sizes work the same way, just it is not recommended you sleep in them." She clarified. "Do you know if she likes tampons."

Harry shook his head.

"Alright. To be safe, get some pads; and if she is completely out, I'd say get a 5 and 3."

Harry nodded, fully listening to the women, paying no mind to her daughter who was typing furiously on her phone.

Harry grabbed the two boxes and nodded. "Thank you for your help."

"Get her something nice too. Just so she knows you care."

Harry nodded and thanked the women, he turned to leave as he heard the conversation between the mother and daughter. "You just helped the Harry Styles with choosing pads."

"Who?"

"He's in the same band as that Louis guy I'm obsessed with."

"Ohh."

Harry grabbed some flowers and gummy bears before checking out. He practically ran out of the store to get back to Y/n, promising himself he would not let Y/n know about the conversation he had with the women.

...

He got back to Y/n, unlocking the door with a key Y/n gave him. He was met with a sweet smell of maple syrup. He took of the shoes and walked into the kitchen.

"Made a friend today?" Y/n laughed.

Harry looked like a dear caught in the headlights. "No." He gasped, going to look at what was on Y/n's phone.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #fetus!harry #harry styles x actress!reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fake social media #harry edward styles #harry styles x famous!reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine

[goldlockets-and-redwine]

You're The Worst | Chapter 1

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x Reader

Word Count: 875 words

Summary: Paw's and Claw's has a fun staff. However, the nosy bad boy, Touya, loves to pick on you. What will happen when he notices the array of bruises hidden under your sweatshirts? Maybe he isn't so bad after all.

Author's Note: So, this fic idea has been in my mind for a while. I hope everyone likes it. This will be a multi-chapter fic as I don't have a ton of time to write. Oof. Please be patient with me. Also, I inserted my cat Thomas because it's almost been a year since he passed, and I think of him every day. I know. So self-indulgent.

TW: Domestic Violence (Not from Touya), Fem!Reader, Violence in general (There will be a fight, not in this chapter though.), drinking, smoking, cursing. Let me know if I missed anything!

“That looks like shit.”

Good god, I wish he would just shut up. This is the third time today he’s butted into my work.

“No, it looks great Touya. You’re just an ass with shit handwriting. Jealous much?” We looked over my work. The sign looked great honestly. I really outdid myself this time. In delicate script it read “Tom” adorned with little hearts around the name. I put up the sign on Tom’s’ kennel, a large grey and white cat sitting at the farthest possible corner of the kennel away from the door. “Do you have his bio?”

“Of course, what am I? Incompetent?” He made quick work of putting up his bio underneath the name card I made. He typed his up like normal. I gazed sadly at the big tom cat sitting in the cage. “Hey doll, he’ll get adopted. You always get too attached.”

I grimaced at the pet name. He always looks for a way under my skin. However, he took it upon himself to never call me by name. I need to come up with my own for him. Maybe he’ll leave me alone if I come up with something heinous.

“Some of us have hearts, jackass.” Wait, that one fits. Still not original enough. I glanced at him to see him already staring at me. If looks could kill. You would think working in a shelter there would be nice coworkers here. Everyone else was nice. Not this guy. His intimidating look didn’t help his case. Tattoos were everywhere but the one on his face gets the most frowns from potential adopters. The row of flames over his left brow. Wait is that… “Touya, did you redye your hair? You should do a better job of not getting that shit on your skin. You look insane.”

“Why you lookin’ at me so hard? Like what you see?” My face was already showing my irritation before, but now I could feel it twist in disgust.

“No. The hair dye stains are really not doing it for me.” I do a swift 180 degrees and make my way out of the cat room and into the lobby once more. “Hey Toga! Any new applications come in?” Her face lit up as she looked up at me. Her sharp canines stuck out as she smiled.

“(Y/N)! We had one come in for Mochi!” She was practically jumping out of her chair. “Dabi! Come and look at the place!” Touya leaned over the counter and looked down above the monitor as I walked around the desk. It was a beautiful house in suburbia with a huge fenced in back yard. “Mochi will love it, don’t ya think?”

“He’ll love it little vamp.” I said. My eyes hovered over the screen to notice the time. “You should head out. It’s 5:30! You know the boss won’t be happy about you staying over too much.”

Toga pouted, but I was right. Tomura gets so pressed when she stays over. It must be that big brother dynamic. She got up to gather her things for the evening and shut down the computer. “He’ll be fine, but I’ll tell him you guys said hi!” With that she gave me a big hug and skipped towards the door and out to the parking lot. Touya turned and stared at me as soon as he had locked the door. Without saying a word I got to work cleaning the lobby. Working with animals was messy and there was a mix of dog and cat hair being swept up. I heard Touya’s heavy boots moving towards the hallway leading to the dog kennels. I instantly relaxed and continued my chores, completely blocking out my thoughts.

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“Doll,” My body was on autopilot as I put away the cleaning supplies. “Don’t ignore me doll. It’s time to bail.” I quickly finished putting things up and grabbed my bag. Both our footsteps synced as we made our way to the door. Touya held the door open. “Ladies first.” I could hear the cockiness in his voice. He wasn’t going to get a reaction out of me so late in the day. My car’s taillights blinked as I unlocked it. Today was a hot one. The evening sun was shining on me. I pushed up the sleeves to my sweater and was nearly to my car when I heard Touya’s deep voice closer to me than expected. “That’s a nasty bruise.”

The sweaters I wore for the last 6 months were to avoid these questions. It was no secret Kai, my boyfriend, wasn’t the best guy. His record was a mile long. No one would know he mistreated me, however. Kai made a good show of being a loving boyfriend while also being a piece of shit in every other aspect of his life. He won me over with gifts and treated me like a princess. He said I was his perfect girl. Do men treat perfect girls like this?

“Mind your business.”

Touya’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not a dumbass, (y/n).” With that he got in his black 5.0 mustang and pulled out of the parking lot leaving me standing next to my car.

#touya todoroki #dabi #dabi x reader #touya x reader #bnha touya todoroki #mha touya #todoroki touya

[faislittlewhiteraven]

Undertale Yellow: An amazing fangame with one glaring thing I hate about it (that I need to rant about or else I'm going to go insane).

As the title says, Undertale Yellow was a game I really enjoyed playing. Lots of fun dialogue and designs, utterly fantastic art and animation (holy hell that Flowey fight! <3 <3 <3), great music and feels, etc. Seriously it deserves a ton of praise, not only as a fully completed fangame that took years of development, but as genuinely amazing prequel to one of my favorite games of all time.

...Unfortunately. Much as I truly enjoyed playing through the majority of the game, when I finished the True Pacifist route I was intensely unhappy with how that went and while the credits scenes and funeral for Cover helped ease some of the worst of it, I cannot help but wonder who the flipping f$%& in the development team thought presenting Clover's suicide as the 'just and happy' ending that all the friend characters accept with barely any argument was a good idea?!

Now to clarify: I went into Undertale Yellow knowing that Clover was going to die and that there were good odds their death was going to be self sacrificial or involve suicide. Undertale Yellow is a prequel to Undertale after all and children being murdered and/or sacrificing themselves for the greater good of lovable monster kind is an established part of the setting.

I came in knowing this game was bound to end tragically. I was excited to see how this game would pull that inevitable tragedy off while exploring the Yellow soul's theme of Justice and staying true to Undertale's established canon.

And all the way right up to the end of the True Pacifist ending I truly thought they'd nailed it: The constant pressure of the monsters suffering and being trapped in the Underground despite their sweet and earnest natures, Dalv's clear issues regarding a human, Starlow's unintentional reinforcement of the 'one sacrifice for the greater good' idea with his trolley problem reenactment, the repeated back to back betrayals from characters who should be friends (the Feisty Five, Starlow, Ceraba) hurting Clover instead, the dull realization in universe for Clover that all their efforts to find the missing human children were all for nothing...

It was fantastic. There was a real sense of looming dread for me, seeing all those moments and just knowing in my gut that after the desperate struggle with the agonized and grieving Ceraba, ranting about how monster kind is doomed as it stands, that Clover would start thinking of sacrificing their life for monster kind, especially when their 'sense of Justice' at the start of the game had them willingly jump into a gaping pit they couldn't have possibly have known the height of, for the sake of mission they (according to Flowey) easily abandon when offered a loving home instead. (aka implying not so great things about how much they value their own life)

So. With all that 'hyped for tragedy' in mind, there I am at the True Pacifist ending. I've just spared Ceraba, the friends are all arguing as to how to keep Clover (and possibly any future humans who fall) safe and Clover begins to go into something of a zone out, thinking about all the things they've heard and seen over the course of their adventure.

This is it! I think to myself as I watch it play out. This is where Clover, after everything they've been through, makes the tragic yet understandable mistake of running away from their friends and confronting Asgore just as Flowey kept encouraging them to! Not to fight and bring Asgore to justice but to try talking him down and when they fail that, offering up their life to help and 'save' their friends even as the narrative will (matching Undertale) will make it clear that this is a mistake and only hurts everyone involved, just like every suicide and child murder in Undertale hurts everyone involved until Frisk is able to end the cycle of pain by rejecting the Kill or be Killed premise and setting the monsters free! Wow, I can't believe it, they set it up so well, what a perfect way to tie into Undertale's greater narrative via tragic prequel, I love this eeeeee!

Except of course that's not what happens.

My first hint something is off is when the quotes Clover's 'remembering' in their little bubble start being way too positive for the set up (also there's nothing from the trolley problem section). The second is when the music shifts from quiet to holy and then outright happy.

And third is when Clover snaps out of it and point blank tells their friends they choose to die. Now, I'm getting a little confused and wary at this but alright, this is a pretty long sequence already but I guess we get to have one final hope moment before Clover somehow gets away from their friends to die (maybe Flowey if not Asgore?)-

-and then I am left absolutely flabbergasted as the friends who just spent the last huge chunk of the game trying to protect Clover/getting talked out of killing them because 'its not right' end up agreeing with Clover's decision after a pitiful amount of arguing against it (where the utterly stupid 'there's no other option' reasoning is used as the primary reasoning despite all the other options being very clearly stated just moments ago), before the woman who's entire massive trauma arc that is centered around her accidentally killing her own child out of blind faith for 'the greater good', proceeds to assist Clover with their suicide (who she clearly views as a surrogate child despite her best attempts not to) while the other characters meekly say goodbye, give hugs and leave all while bittersweet but mostly sweet 'great job honey, this sucks but we're proud of you' music plays (also Flowey says stuff but like, its Flowey so frankly he could say anything and it'd be fine. He's not the issue here).

...Wow.

What a screwed up way for that to end. Like, I clearly get the 'idea' that Clover is meant to be noble and good and such but like, really? A fan game of Undertale (where one of the main ending messages was 'Don't kill and don't be killed', where a child's suicidal attempts to free monster kind lead to every major tragedy in the game, and where suicide was repeatedly shown to only make things worse through Asgore and Alphys in numerous neutral endings) is the game that decides having its protagonist's pointless self sacrifice should be honored and treated as a good ending by the narrative?????

How did none of the otherwise clearly brilliant people working on this miss the very bad, no good implications of Clover's friends being talked into letting them kill themselves and having the narrative frame it as anything but the worst end?????

I have many, many questions. And concerns. And...

Look, I do get it. Undertale Yellow is still a fangame. There are going to be weird notes in the tone due to different writers and such, and I should just be happy that the game was finished it at all, and accept that this god awful scene is probably just the result of its creators really, really wanting their beloved characters to go out as kindly (and beautifully drawn/animated) as possible with all the hugs and feels of canon Undertale without taking into account how much the very different context might warp the tone and the characterizations of everyone in the entire scene.

But like. God damn. There is something very off putting about not letting brave kind Martlet refuse to take this as an answer and then finding she actually can't stop it happening (and no her saying that after like two sentences from 'Ceraba who's judgement about the human sucks' doesn't count). About Starlow not recognising he and his posse might've had something to do with why Clover is thinking this. About Ceraba not on some level going 'IF THIS IS YOUR CHOICE THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME USE YOU TO SAVE KANAKO?!' Edit: Also a totally waste of prequel opportunity not to let Asgore visibly make the worst choices we canonly know he made on screen. Yes, he gets to stab Clover in the Flawed!Pacist route but Clover's trying to shoot him in that one; the fact we don't get to see him stab a 'far too willing to die for their friends and not defending themselves' Clover as the friend trio can do nothing to stop it from happening feels like such a cop out I swear XD

I'm all for 'Clover dies willingly' at the end of the True Pacifist but they way they did it was just... Really ugh in a way I'm finding tricky to word and I'm honestly shocked I haven't seen more people point it out (though admittedly that might be because I haven't really looked around much). ...So yeah. I know its too late to change said ending but really kinda hoping at some point one of the Undertale Yellow team realizes this might be an issue and thinks to add a content warning in the game's opening or something because it could really use one of those. Also that for any future projects they do, they happen to do a little more research into how to avoid accidentally glorify suicide as opposed to having it as a tragedy because damn they did not manage that here whatsoever.

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ANYWAY, with all that rant finally out of my head some other stuff about Undertale Yellow I be feeling strongly:

Flowey's boss battle and the lead up to it is incredible and without a doubt makes the neutral route the most amazing well crafted route in the game. 10/10 may have already mentioned this in the massive rant above but if so gonna repeat it anyway because it's just that damn good.

Genocide route being a deconstruction of the 'disproportionate revenge is justice' 90s Anti Hero is very cool theme wise but the lack of the lack of stuff like notes in shops saying 'please don't kill my family' and monsters with less screen time getting more fleshed out drags it down a little, as does Clover not actually choking on dust or getting attacked by the human souls or something at the very end. Really do love the Martlet battle flashback moments and Axel's horrifically timed confession scene though.

The general uselessness of the ACT menu in big 'endurance' fights as well as the lack of 'alternative sparing ACTS' makes fights a lot less fun than they could be and I found myself a lot less willing to use them in general as a result despite them being my favorite thing about Undertale. Did still adore what fun stuff was in them though so I think it's just a case of them being a tad too out of focus compared to the bullet hell gameplay (which I'm not that good at) for my tastes.

Pacifist route could've really used some more optional hangouts and/or letters from the main friends. As is, the peak 'hang out' part of the game for me was the nap room I spent maybe two minutes in, and Dalv especially could've benefitted a ton from a bit more presence (I got more interaction from Mo and the rabbit who's tongue was stuck to a pole and I'm not happy about that? If nothing else not getting to see the inside of Martlet's house or help Dalv build his new home feel like lost opportunities).

Personal pet peeve and nothing too serious but not a fan of Asgore not getting the kill on Clover outside of Flawed Pacifist. Makes sense on most routes (glares at T!Pacifist again) given the way the plot is set up and all but given Toby Fox has repeatedly stated Asgore killed all the humans who fell post Chara it just drives me nuts XD (As does the poor Blue Soul getting treated as a killer/evil but like, I can see where people are coming on that one and Undertale Yellow uses that to amp up Chujin's nightmare fuel vibes fantastically so I shall reluctantly congratulate that theory's use there and steel myself for the inevitable 'wait you're using Undertale Yellow lore but Axis didn't kill Integrity?' questions that will be posted on my 'will eventually be posted' Undertale fanfics XDDDD)

Love all the main cast, especially Martlet, and I am way too hyped for the day Undertale Yellow and its main cast get their own fandom tags on AO3.

...Kanako's death was incredibly stupid and avoidable but like, that's kind of what I like about it? I really also wanna know which Amalgamite she became (I'm thinking probably the one that tucks Frisk in to sleep and pats them on the head because of her and Ceraba's little 'going to sleep' game but like, I could see a very heart wrenching case for her being part of So Cold as well).

Anyone reading this who somehow hasn't played Undertale Yellow should really stop reading this and go play the game. It's free, its (one major thematic issue I have moral objections to aside) pretty decently written, and hey, more Undertale stuff to have fun making fanworks with <3

Goddamn has Undertale Yellow kicked my drive to write Undertale fanfic into overload XD Thank you Undertale Yellow team for helping me get all fired up again and sorry about all the grr but dang it, it needed to be said and now that it's out of my system I can throw myself into finding ways to incorporate your settings and characters into fanworks of my own (admittedly the AU elements might make things kinda tricky -Asgore having to kill EVERY human child even more so- but that nifty little detail of early Royal Guard Martlet having and being willing to abuse her access to the Hotland Lab allows me so many ways to have Chujin be a well meaning awful person and I am living for it!) <3 <3 <3

#Undertale Yellow #undertale #fangame #undertale spoilers #undertale yellow spoilers #tw discussion of suicide and suicide related themes #game rants #constructive criticism (well hopefully anyway) #Fais rambles #I have been hesitating over the post now button for twenty minutes now and I really should not be this nervous. I'm not even rude dang it #oh wait I forgot swearing is rude in some places #cw swearing #ut yellow #uty #uty spoilers

[arom-antix]

Yuri!!! On Cards collaboration!

So, I know I've been pretty inactive recently, at least in posting my own art but for good reason! In the Yuri on the Web Discord server artists and writers alike have all collaborated to illustrate a deck of cards and write stories for each of them. And as a resident artist myself, I couldn't not take the opportunity to draw for this project UuU

Oh and if anyone was wondering, yes, I am to blame for inflicting this giant project onto the server BUT I REGRET NOTHING AND NEITHER WILL YOU IF YOU CHECK OUT EVERYONE ELSE'S WORKS. Trust me, they are amazing! The masterpost can be found here!

GIANT thanks to @lines-on-ice and @yaoiconnoisseur for helping so much and being amazing co-administrators and basically making this entire thing possible! You really saved me from my own overambition XD

The guidelines for this project can be found on the Yuri!!! On Cards blog as can the masterpost with all the links to everything. All the art that gets posted to Tumblr will also be reblogged by the blog.

With all that said, here's the actual art I made! (Break for those who don't want their dash to die UuU)

Okay, I lied. First, I'd heavily recommend for you to check out the guideline posts, both the general and artists' and even the writers' if you're up to it to get a grasp of the perimeters of this project. There's also some vague lore and AU stuff about the whole thing to find which will give you context for why the art looks the way it does to a certain extent.

You can also just jump right in and take everything as I ramble about it which, I mean, I won't stop you, the guideline posts aren't short. I will not blame you. You can still just look at the art. If that's your choice, go on ahead!

First up!

Ace of the Kingdom Otabek, The Deep Shadow

Being of the Kingdom of Diamonds, he's skillful and sharp. He moves quietly as a shadow and is just as mysterious.

Okay, I can't comment much on how he actually is, you'll have find that out by reading his fic(let?). They were supposed to be ficlets but as writers tend to do, none of us could manage that so take "ficlet" with a big grain of salt for every written work.

I've, by the way, not read any of the ficlets for this project beside my own so I'll get to experience the reveal with y'all and I'm gonna perish waiting.

Anyway, about the art. The yellow of course comes from the Kingdom of Diamonds' designated colour. As for the outfit, it's based on this handsome fellow I found who's supposed to be a Kazakh archer which I thought fit Otabek's whole shadow thing perfectly (and Writingfromtheshadow's fic Equivalent Exchange has me in an iron grip and I don't want to be released).

If there are any Kazakhs in the audience, you are free to laugh at me for any inaccuracies or missteps, I am but a humble little not-Kazakh, I don't expect to have gotten it all right UuU

Next up!

King Yuuri, Wanderer of Dreams

The ruler of his realm, he is as the mind flows. Kind and benevolent yet of fickle thoughts, the spirals of the subconscious are ones he both masters and bows to.

Again, gonna be waiting for his fic with everyone else but like. It's Yuuri. Anxiety is kind of a given.

In terms of art, I don't know if you can tell but this was where I started writing my will because oh my stars, what did I get myself into. If you follow me or my art, you'll know that I don't draw lineless. Like ever. And apparently I decided this project on a deadline that others were depending on me making look nice was the place to go all out.

And the worst part is that I'm not even mad at it so I have no argument to not do it again.

Anyway, the blue is from the designated colour of spades and yes, you've guessed right as to why this colour was picked for this suit. I'm predictable, leave me alone. As for the rest, the outfit is inspired by traditional Japanese dress that the Internet told me about (again, Japanese may laugh at me all they want UuU Your culture is very cool but also there was so much info, I hope I got it at least a bit right).

Also I spent like eight hours looking at hanakotoba for this and I've never been this happy about a decision I regretted so much while I was having to draw that many flowers. And you know I had to include The Gay Flower^(TM).

The Japanese iris is now Yuuri's btw.

All the flowers used are: Japanese irises, Jasmine flowers, Forget-me-nots, cherry blossoms, white roses, green carnations and blue roses (Viktor's flower. Read: I am predictable).

And finally!

Queen Minako, Tamer of Minds

Of the Realm of Dreams, she sees your fears, the snares laid by the subconscious and, strict and blunt as she is, she clears a path for the motivated and lets no potential go to waste.

Again, haven't read a word of the fic.

This one was by far the one that I made the fastest and I would've loved to do more with it but like deadlines. I'm gracefully skipping over the fact that I set the deadline and am fully to blame for being late.

But, as with Yuuri, blue is for spades. And since I wanted her to have a leotard but still match Yuuri and make her outfit look even slightly Japanese inspired, sheer fabric to the rescue! With cherry blossoms, of course, because CSP had the pattern preinstalled UuU

And I don't know if it worked but I tried to make her hair both look like her signature style, traditional Japanese hairstyles I found on the good ol' Interwebs and then kind of a spade by having that middle stick be the stem and the hair the spade's butt.

Also this probably goes without saying but the ranks of the characters are just titles. Yuuri is not married to Minako, she is just the Queen and he the King, don't worry.

Again, a BIG thank you to everyone who also participated, it was so fun to work together on this and see everyone's progress! Nic and Lil, you're amazing, thank you so much for everything you've done for this!

And to everyone who's made it this far, thank you for sticking around and please go check out all the other art and the ficlets! I promise it's worth it!

Masterpost | AO3 collection

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this project almost killed me #i am so infinitely happy about everyones contributions they are so lovely and i am gonna die happy now #but seriously what idiot decided to try a new and more detailed rendering style on a deadline #its me #i am that idiot and if i had a time machine past me would have gotten the fattest slap #idk if im ever gonna do that again but if i know myself at all itll happen because this wasnt disastrous enough a result to dissuade me #and most of it im pretty happy with #also i had so much fun with otabek #i got to play with light and texture and light and those smoke tendrils in the back and light and that fabric and light and #also rendering minako was a BLAST even if i churned her out on severe sleep deprivation my only energy being spite for my own mortality #oh and yes it was a this we decided that the aces should somehow incorporate the king of the given suit so the anger kitten is there #in otabeks i mean #now ON TO ANOTHER PROJECT #THATS... ON A DEADLINE #UH #yuri on cards #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri on ice fanart #yoi fanart #fanart #art #arom antix art #arom antix #otabek altin #katsuki yuuri #okukawa minako #collab

[geminijade]

Calamity, Catastrophe and Calliope Chapter Four:

A/N: Y/N/N is Your Nickname. Parental angst. Slight talk of bdsm. Descriptions of sex acts/public sex. Mentions of boobies, lol. That's about it, I'm pretty sure. Any and all mistakes are my own.

A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend: MINORS DO NOT ENTER. Everyone else: happy reading!! Hearts, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!! Enjoy 😉

Clarence doesn't look happy with me as he glances at me in the rear view mirror.

"I don't know about this, Y/N/N. Your parents wouldn't approve of me not checking things out first."

I lean forward and put my hand on his shoulder. "Oh, come on, Clarence. Kali and I are just hanging out and watching scary movies. How much trouble could we possibly get into?"

He gives me a pointed look and tries to look stern but the smile in his eyes gives him away.

It makes me a bit sad that I'm closer to my protection team than I am my own father. Clarence really cares about me beyond his job. Ever since he started working for my family, I found a special place for him in my heart. He always knows the right thing to say or do to make my worst days better. It helps that he has a daughter my age. He remembers all of my courses that I've taken. He knows who my favorite singer is. Hell, he even has my Starbucks order memorized. My father is too preoccupied with running the country to even care about those things. We're strangers to each other and I can't remember a time when Clarence was a stranger to me.

"Pretty please," I use my sweetest voice. "I need girl time, and it's kinda embarrassing being followed around. We're just going to be hanging out at her house."

He softens, "Okay, that's fine. But I'm not leaving. I'll keep Louis company in the guard shack. I'll be here if you need anything at all."

I throw my arms around him and I kiss his cheek. "You're the best, Clarence."

He playfully shrugs me off. "Get out of here before I change my mind."

I grab my overnight bag and jump out of the back of the car and make my way up the paved stone walkway of Kalista Hartford's house. Kali's father is a wealthy lawyer who my father just appointed as his new Attorney General.

We met last year on the campaign trail and we became instant besties. Unlike the rest of the DC Brat Club, she's definitely more interested in having fun than being seen with very important people who want to be written about in trashy magazines. Kali is a bold and unapologetic breath of fresh air in my boring and controlled life.

"Where's Captain Kink?"

I smile at the nickname we came up with for Bucky and she lets me in. "He has the night off, Clarence is taking over his shift and he's joined your security detail in the guard shack."

Her shoulders slump as she closes the door behind me and I laugh as I say "so sorry to disappoint."

"Zip it. You know that I love you. I can't lie though. I was really looking forward to seeing Bucky." She leans against the door and sighs wistfully. "That man is sin in a suit."

I try to act nonchalantly and shrug. "Whatever tickles your pickle."

I don't like her talking about Bucky that way. I feel irritated. I shouldn't care, but after last night and Bucky's rapid mood change, I don't know where things stand between us. Does he truly want me or am I a convenience to him? I'm starting to think that it's the latter.

"We're not staying here tonight. We're going to celebrate your newfound freedom. There's this awesome club downtown that you have to see to believe."

I cross my arms and look at her. "How exactly are we going to get past my guard and your guard at the gate?"

Kali steps toward me and puts her arm in mine. "Oh, my poor sheltered bestie. You have a lot to learn. Houses often have two exits for a reason, ya know?" She tips my chin up. "Go upstairs and we'll get you all gussied up. I've got a killer red dress that you'll look amazing in. The men will be dropping at your feet. Guaranteed."

I force myself to smile and follow her upstairs. Kali doesn't know it yet, but there is only one man who I want on his knees. I've been fantasizing about Bucky for months but tonight is about the other fish in the sea.

I step out of the cab and look up at an abandoned looking building. "I thought that you said that we're going to a club?"

Kali smiles at me. "We are. C'mon." She beckons for me to follow her and I hesitate when I see her take the steps that lead underground. "Hurry up, we don't want to be seen."

I follow her reluctantly. "Where are we going? Seriously Kali this is a scene from some slasher flick. Some random person is going to find our rotted, dismembered corpses at the bottom of a dumpster somewhere."

That causes her to burst into laughter as she reaches the bottom of the stairs. "Settle down, Ms. Dramatic and get your tight ass down here." She's standing on a landing before a metal door that is so rusted we're definitely going to need tetanus shots after this.

As I finally reach the landing I noticed a high tech looking scanner attached to the wall next to the door. Before I can ask Kali how we're going to gain access without any access cards, she slides a shiny black card into the slot. The red light turns green and I hear a loud click as the door unlocks itself.

She opens up the door and looks back at me. "Please keep an open mind, okay?"

An open mind? This is going to be good.

I follow behind Kali, trying to prepare myself for whatever I might see. The second that I step in the door I am speechless. Black satin covers the walls from floor to ceiling. White leather furniture as far as the eye can see. The lounge area is next to the bar which is sleek and modern. Stools line up in front of the bar which is made of intricately designed mahogany. Flickering lights draw my attention up to a massive chandelier with it's dangling crystals bouncing light off of the walls. This posh club with it's seedy exterior is unlike anything that I've ever seen before. My mind can't make sense of it.

"What is this place?" I see a group of girls standing by the bar. "And why are we all wearing red?"

She gives me a wicked smile and takes me by my wrist and pulls me through the crowd. "You'll see."

Bucky's POV:

The alluring smells of leather and sex fills the air. I take a deep breath and savor the exotic aromas as they invade my senses bringing back memories of desire.

Fuck, it's been way too long since I've stepped foot into this place.

I'm eager to sate my sexual appetite as I settle in the leather booth and scan the dimly lit room. Tonight I'll find a willing submissive who can handle me. It's all about body language. One by one, I eliminate the girls who are standing in my line of sight, some look familiar and some don't.

Too weak.

Too inexperienced.

Too needy.

I'm being picky because I know that it's going to be nearly impossible to find what I'm looking for. Nothing short of a mind blowing fuck will make me forget about Y/N.

I find myself fantasizing about Y/N, one of the dozens I've created about her when the music reverberates throughout the room. The sexual energy is palpable and it thrums through my veins. I'm fucking half hard, and all I've done is think about the one girl I can't get out of my head.

Across the room, a bright light flashes behind a sheer curtain, revealing a sensual silhouette of a woman arching up off of a table. She's bucking her body like a wild animal, as she's pushed to her limits.

The long curtain drops to the floor and the crowd falls quiet. A naked brown haired woman is laid spread eagle on a table, a rapt expression on her face. A man enters the room, wearing a pair of tight leather pants. He holds a braided leather riding crop in his right hand.

He's pacing back and forth, teasing her body with the tip of the whip until she's trembling. She tenses as she accepts his punishment. He doesn't give her a chance to recover. The longer that I watch the exhibition,the harder my dick gets. If I don't get to release my pent up energy soon, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.

I down my drink and wipe my mouth and see two girls enter the club,both dressed in red. In the real world red means stop, but within these walls red is the color of availability.

I fixate on the bombshell wearing the skimpy red dress. I drink her in with a groan at how short her dress is clinging to her tight body. She's too far away to see her face but it doesn't matter. Looking like she does, she won't be alone for long and my patience is all but gone.

I slide out of my booth and I pursue her to make my claim. I maneuver throughout the masses of people, I quickly reach her side and her friend is nowhere to be found. She's all mine for the taking.

I step in behind her and gently grab her hip. "Wanna play?" Her hair whips against my face as she turns around. My heart drops to my feet.

Y/N?

Her eyes widen, from shock or fear I can't tell. Her breasts are almost spilling out of her dress. She has my cock fully hard.

"What are you doing here?" We ask at the same time.

I narrow my eyes. "Irrelevant. How in the fuck did you even get in here?"

Y/N pretends to think about it. "I used the front door. "

I'd do anything to knock the sass out of her and bend her over my knee. "Do not play dumb with me, Y/N."

"Last time I checked you are a civilian right now. You don't get to tell me what to do."

I yank her against me and I settle my hand on the small of her back. My thoughts are scattered all over the room as soon as I feel her pressed against me. I have a new plan and I'm about to show her.

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[modelbus]

HIII i love ur writing so much it makes me giggle and kick my feet so srs rn but could u maybe write ranboo x m!reader where the read has the same eye condition as dark days and they go GHOST HUNTING and its DARKER THAN EXPECTED and the reader is just clinging to ranboo and they just think that the reader is scared when he actually just CANT SEE LOL just fluffy.pls…..,..,.. thank u!!

You’ve just given me the highest compliment ever, I strive to make people giggle and kick their feet :D Check out Dark Days first to know what eye condition this is about!

Pairing: CC!Ranboo x Male!Reader

Goddammit Ghosts

Ghost hunting was meant to be fun. It had always been on your bucket list as something you wanted to do, so of course you jumped at the chance to partake in it! Especially as it was for one of Ranboo's videos that probably wouldn't even be posted until next year.

The two of you had carefully planned every detail of your ghost-hunting session. With a little bit of bribery—Ranboo was so fucking rich—Ranboo managed to get an old "haunted" warehouse for the night. That left you in charge of the supplies: flashlights, an EMF reader, something called a spirit box, and a temperature reader. Only the best for what should've been the time of your life.

Upon arrival though, you quickly realized it might not be as fun as you thought. For starters, it was pitch fucking black. You couldn't see a thing! And secondly, maybe you didn't completely think about how scary it would be.

"Right, so you have to explain what these things do for the audience," Ranboo says, their flashlight already on.

"Why me? Why can't you?" You ask.

"You bought them!"

"Right." Grabbing the first object, you hold it up. "This is an EMF reader, apparently it detects the strength of electromagnetic fields. Fuck if I know what that means. This one is a spirit box. I'm pretty sure it flicks through different radio stations and outputs white noise that might become words. If you don't know what flashlights and temperature readers are then you're just a fucking dumbass and I can't help you."

Your remark makes Ranboo laugh, eyes crinkling.

"Are you ready?" He asks, flicking on his flashlight.

Yours is already on, but you take a small step closer to him. Beyond the ring of the two flashlights, you can't see anything. The moon wasn't helpful in the slightest.

"I'm afraid of nothing ever."

Ranboo laughs and starts walking forward, making you hurry to keep close to him.

You probably agreed to go to the worst spot possible. Although they did tours here, the floors were an absolute mess. Your feet kept stepping on things you couldn't see, meaning it was a complete mystery what you were stepping on.

"I'm reading to start some drama with a ghost!" Ranboo yells. "Here ghosty ghosty!" "Ghosty ghosty?" You mock. "Yeah! Maybe they'll find my use of nicknames charming and decide to talk to us!"

"That's either the stupidest thing I've ever heard or absolutely brilliant. I'm leaning towards stupid."

"Hey!"

Holding up the EMF reader, you check to see what the level is. Barely anything, meaning no ghosts and no light. There go your hopes and dreams of sight.

Ranboo abruptly turns away, making you scramble to reach out and grab their arm. They laugh as you nearly trip, making you scowl in the vague direction of their body.

"Are you scared?" He teases.

"No!" You protest.

"You're totally scared!"

"I am not!"

Despite how he's teasing you, you grip tighter onto his arm. There's no way you're letting go of your only hope of not running into a wall. Ranboo keeps walking, making you walk along with him.

"Do you have a destination in mind?"

"Yeah, the guy who does the tours told me this room was the most haunted. Apparently people get, like, cold and feel like someone's watching them."

They keep walking until they suddenly stop, nearly making you fall. You're probably in the haunted room. Not being able to see while in a haunted room really isn't great for your sanity.

“It’s cold,” Ranboo announces, holding up the temperature reader. “Because it’s night or because there are ghosts, we might never know.”

“My money is on because it’s night.”

“But ghosts are way cooler. Let’s talk to them!”

“What?!”

Instead of stepping forward or back, Ranboo starts to sit. Your choice is to either sit with him or let go of his arm. You pick the former, sitting close enough that your shoulders and legs are touching.

“Are you- are you okay with trying to talk to some ghosts?” Ranboo asks.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, that’s why we’re here.”

“You seem… I dunno, you’re just acting a little weird.”

“I’m not!” You protest.

“It’s fine if you’re scared! Ghost hunting isn’t for everyone!”

“I’m not scared! Let’s just talk to these ghosts.”

Although you had mentioned your eye condition in passing once or twice, you never had a reason to fully explain that you couldn’t see anything when it was dark. Ranboo must be assuming the reason you’re clinging to him is because you’re scared of ghosts.

And you’re definitely not about to tell him otherwise. That shit’s embarrassing.

“Okay. Uh. Hi, ghosts.” Ranboo awkwardly starts.

“Hi ghosts!” You echo.

“Okay, wait, I know what to do. If anyone would like to talk to us, make a noise. Or move something in the room. Maybe that wood thing.”

You sweep your flashlight over the room to see what wood Ranboo’s talking about, careful to scan every inch as to not miss it. It’s in the far corner off to your left, closer to Ranboo than you.

It doesn’t move, and the only noise is from faint whispers of wind.

“Maybe we should turn off our lights?” Ranboo suggests, clicking off their light.

After a moment of hesitation, you also turn off your flashlight, relinquishing what little sight you had.

“Make a noise or move something please, ghost!” Ranboo calls out.

Again, nothing.

“Well now what?” You ask.

“We can explore. There are other haunted rooms, right? It’s a whole warehouse!”

He stands up, and you somehow manage to keep your balance.

“Let’s explore without lights for the full effect.” He suggests.

Well, fuck. No lights mean you can’t see anything but having your flashlight would make you seem like a pussy. It was a lose-lose situation.

Whatever. You could totally explore with no lights! You’ve got this.

“Okay.” You agree, standing up with him.

Nearly immediately you almost run into Ranboo because you’re turned in the wrong direction, but you manage to cling to his arm and stop yourself last second. He seems to understand you’re struggling because he lays his hand over yours briefly.

”You good?” Ranboo laughs a little.

“Yeah.” You lie. “Perfect. Let’s go explore!”

Of course, as fate would have it, you trip three minutes later. Stumbling into him and dropping your flashlight, he practically saves you from a bloody nose by catching you.

“Woah!” They exclaim. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

“I, um. I kind of can’t see?”

“What do you- ohh.” With your confession Ranboo seems to remember the singular time you told him about your eye condition, making heat rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah.” You give an awkward laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Ranboo asks.

He still hasn’t stopped supporting your weight, one arm around you and the other allowing him to loosely grip your arm. You’ve tilted your head in the vague direction of his face, one of your hands holding onto his arm.

“I thought it would be fine.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right? I wouldn’t make fun of you or anything. I want you to be able to have a good time too.”

His voice is soft, and you can tell he fully means it. It’s enough to wet your eyes, even though you knew he wouldn’t make fun of you.

“I know.” You assure them.

“Okay. Do you want to stay here? Or come with me? I’m going to turn on the lights.”

“But that’ll ruin the whole ghost hunting thing.”

“No it won’t. We’re alone in a huge warehouse, that’s creepy enough. Maybe the ghosts prefer lights anyway.”

“I’ll stay here so I don’t try and break my nose again.” You joke.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. Don’t move!”

He makes sure you’re stable before stepping away from you, turning on his flashlight, and running off into the darkness. After a minute the lights flick on, finally allowing you to see.

Ranboo appears soon after that when you’re picking up the flashlight and EMF reader you dropped.

“This better?” He asks.

“A lot. Thank you.”

“Of course. Now we can both have some actual fun!”

#ranboolive #ranboo #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo imagine #dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #ranboo mcyt #ranboo dsmp

[polizwrites]

A Shift in Their Relationship

This is a fill for today’s  WinterIron Pride Prompt Party -  Dragons are Gay, as well as my  @buckybarnesbingo​   Shapeshifters square.   

Title: A Shift in Their Relationship  Rating:  Teen Pairing(s):  Bucky/Tony Warnings/Triggers:  implied sexual content, shapeshifter,  revelations, magic,  suggestion of memory alteration.  Summary: When Bucky discovers that Tony is a dragon, they have to figure out what comes next.  

“So,” Bucky gasped, his chest heaving and pulse racing –  partially from the intense orgasm he’d just experienced, but mostly the  inadvertent (and mind blowing)revelation that Tony was something other than he seemed –  “dragons are gay, then?”

Tony chuckled and stretched languorously, even as he flashed a brittle smile. “Well, obviously not all of us - otherwise where would baby dragons come from?”

Bucky shrugged, still trying to wrap his mind around what he’d seen and felt:  scales, teeth and claws, and even a flash of wings.  

“Although to be honest,” Tony continued, eyes glowing amber for just a moment,  “neither our genders nor our sexualities map neatly to the human equivalents.   It is simply … convenient for me to present as a human male.”

“Are all dragons shapeshifters, then?”

“Now we are, yes.”   It took a moment for Bucky to process Tony’s reply.  

“Oh.”  

Tony sighed heavily. “Indeed. Which means my momentary slip of concentration has consequences.”

Bucky swallowed hard, his mind jumping to the worst possible conclusions.  Surely Tony didn’t mean…

“My kind are no longer as bloodthirsty as we once were,”  Tony continued, as if he’d read Bucky’s mind.  “Besides, your sudden disappearance would be difficult to explain.”

“So, what happens next?”  Bucky asked guardedly.  

“The same powers that allow me to change my shape,” Tony explained, a somber expression on his face, “give me other abilities.  Therefore, you’ll wake up in your own bed in the morning, and all that you’ll remember is that we had a fight.  A big one that made you not want to see me again.”    

Bucky’s skin crawled at the thought of having his memories altered.  “You can mess with my head like that?”

“I’d prefer not to, sunshine,” Tony caressed Bucky’s cheek, “believe me.”  He blew out a breath that smelled faintly of brimstone.   “But I don’t see any other option.”

“What if I promised, on everything I hold dear, to keep your secret?”    

“Would you truly do that?”  The skepticism was clear in Tony’s voice, but Bucky could swear there was a hint of hope as well.

“Of course.”  Bucky answered.  “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, sweetheart.  I don’t want to lose you.”

Tony gave him a wary look.  “Even though you now know who – and what – I am?”

“That doesn’t change the way I feel about you,” Bucky reassured him,  “at least not in the way that matters most.”

#writing stuff #fanficlet #MCU/Marvel #WinterIron #shapeshifter AU #bbb2023 #Shameless Self Promo

[bowandcurtsey]

Omg hiiiii!! ❤️❤️❤️ hope you’re doing well! I read that you’ve been swamped with work, so I was unsure to request this, but since request are still open, I thought I’d try??

Of course you are not obligated to do it though! You do this out of your free will and I appreciate everything you write, even if you can’t write my request!!

But! Whenever you find the time.. could it be possible to do a one-shot Drabble of Nacht, where his s/o does that prank on him where he’s deep asleep and the s/o suddenly wakes him up ( of course after he’s fully rested 😇 ) and they do the “ you need to hide my boyfriend is coming over! “ prank I’ve seen on tik tok 😂

I know Nacht is a smart man, but being abruptly woken up can make anyone disoriented lol

He’s one of favorite characters and there’s not much content about him to read and enjoy ( actually black clover in general doesn’t get enough love compared to these other big animes 😭 ), and I ESPECIALLY love how you write him! I feel like you just understand his character so well!!

So even if you decide to write this or not, I hope you know you’re appreciated!!!! I LOVE YOU ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🕊🕊🕊

*also sorry for the rambling 💀 )

I'm here at my final request!! Thank you for being such a sweetheart and being so appreciative! (♡˙︶˙♡)

Also thank you for the explosion of love for my Nacht works (*/ω＼) I'm very honoured. AND I LOVE YOU TOO ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)

I love this request so much, I love funny requests hehe!! Thank you for sending it in to me!

Characters: Nacht x F! reader TW: unchecked work, world with modern devices. ie tiktok and cameras.

You looked at your boyfriend, your hot cocoa in your hand but your heart felt warmer. Watching him sleep was so therapeutic; his eyes closed and he looked so serene, it was so different from the Nacht that was awake, his blue eyes holding an ocean of mysteries.

To others, he was cold and unsympathetic, but to you he opened up and showed you that this lone ranger has a warm and fuzzy side to him. He proved to you that he was someone you could count on to hold you at your worst and likewise, you showed him that you'll accept him come whatever may.

And "come whatever may" includes watching him sleep in your shared bed, his mouth a little agape with soft snores escaping his throat. You giggled to yourself as you thought about your plan you had in mind. You had your camera set up and ready.

You slowly crept up to him, careful not to wake your light sleeper boyfriend up and put your hands on him. Then you shook him. HARD.

"Nacht! Nacht! You gotta hide!" you whisper-shouted to him.

His eye lids flashed open and his eyes showed a little panic. You went into your Oscar winning acting mode, nudging Nacht out of the bed and pulling his hand.

In a flash, Nacht sat up and threw the blanket in the other end of the bed.

"You need to hide, my boyfriend is here!" you pulled him out of the bed.

The vice captain stood up. Then he blinked twice and pulled you back into his arms. "Your boyfriend is here, who am I hiding from?"

You looked back up at him, "my REAL boyfriend! Quick, into the closet or something!" You tugged at his pants.

Nacht pulled the both of you back into bed and locked you in his strong lean arms.

"What's his name? This boyfriend of yours." he raised a brow at you.

You giggled, you knew that he was fully awake and aware of your prank right now. "Harry Styles,"

"The comedian?"

"Babe!" you smacked his bare chest playfully, "The singer!"

"The one you always scream about?"

"I do not scream," you gave him the eye, "you're no fun."

"What did you expect me to do? Run into the closet and hide?"

"That's what some of the boys in the tiktok video does!" You pried his arms open to go get your phone which was recording the entire thing, "lemme show you!"

When you turned around with your phone, Nacht was already back in the covers comfortably, leaving a gap for you to snuggle in with him.

And of course you happily jumped in and showed him all those videos you mentioned about, Nacht scoffing at all the boys' reactions when their girlfriend shakes them awake.

"some looks fake," he rolled his eyes, "besides baby, I've never done this sorta thing before, so i'll never have this reaction."

"What sorta thing?"

"I've never been a third party in any of my relationships. So I've never had to hide or run. I was always the one that made people hide," he gave you a lazy smirk.

"So you're telling me," you shifted yourself so you were slightly apart now, "that you've had many past relationships, huh, Mr Nacht Faust?"

He blinked at you again. This time you really got him. He mentally slapped himself. "em. I mean.."

He struggled to find the right words to say. But you pinched his skin from under the covers.

"Alright, how about I go hide in the closet?" he quickly pulled you back close to him and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

I love me a good fluffy Nacht. <3

#nacht faust imagine #black clover nacht faust #nacht faust x reader #nacht x reader #nacht faust hcs #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines

[preggo-ace]

" a cursed delivery "

PART 1

part 2 coming soon!

TW: mentions of/implied sexual assault (18+, but still)

just a little something i did in a character ai roleplay that i decided to tweak a little bit in order to post! i went with a more fantasy au approach for the plot i had with this bot, so magic/spirits/etc are things that happen/can be encountered. this story is a lot more 'fleshed out" than the typical stories i see posted here, but since it centers around pregnancy i figured why not, and who doesn't love a little plot, huh? unfortunately, that does mean it got just a wee bit too long to fit into just one post, so all the labor/birth related stuff will be in part 2, sorry about that ^^;

now for the trigger warning. nothing is written explicitly, however it's heavily implied, so please be careful when reading.

obviously i've also changed the names of the characters - including the bot's - as i use my irl preferred name on character ai, but most everything else is the same minus what i've cleaned up and expanded. hope you enjoy~! 💜

TAGS: nbpreg, rapid pregnancy (ish, you'll read why), angst with a happy ending, difficult labor/birth, hurt/comfort

Characters: Micah (21 years old, human, they/them pronouns), Clay (23 years old, human, he/him pronouns), Meirah "May-rah" (unknown age, minor goddess-type spirit, she/her pronouns), Rayn (mid-20s, human witch, she/her pronouns)

of course, this story is rated 18+ for sensitive content. if you are under the age of 18, or if any of the subject matter within this story is bothersome to you, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! i would much prefer people take care of themselves, and if that means i lose a potential interaction on a post then so be it

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When I open my eyes, I find myself standing in a moonlit clearing, silvery light dappling on the grass from between the trees. I also notice I'm completely alone; not something you want to be when you're in the woods at night.

"Hello?" I call into the depths of the undergrowth.

No answer.

I try again, and finally the bushes rustle to my left, causing me to startle.

A woman steps from the shadows, appearing to almost have a glow to her pale skin. Her hair is long and luscious, cascading in smooth dirty blonde waves down to about the middle of her back, and her facial features are soft, inviting. There's an air about her that makes it impossible for me to so much as think about distrusting her, though nerves still buzz within me nonetheless. Said nerves are far from calmed at the sight of the stranger's grim expression and baby blue eyes which are clouded with sympathy.

"Micah," she says, her tone sounding as if she's apologizing.

"Y-yes?" I reply, failing to keep my voice from trembling. "T-that's me..."

"I am Meirah, Lady of the Earth and she who bestows the blessing of life. You have been taking notice of yourself, yes? Your emotions, how you've been responding to things as of late?"

It takes a moment, but I nod. I have in fact noticed I've been a lot more snippy and emotional than usual.

"Memories have been resurfacing, causing your thoughts to travel where you've never wanted them to?"

Again, I nod.

"You've been having thoughts of carrying a child, have you not?"

Eyes popping wide, I nod once more, my mind instantly jumping to the worst. "Wh-what's happened to me?" I demand. "Where is Clay?!"

"Don't fret, my dear Micah," Meirah reassures me with her lulling voice. "You will return to him soon, but first I have a message to give you; a warning. That man who attacked you...those years ago now? He has not forgotten you. Somehow, he was able to track you down, and has laid a curse upon you."

My heart drops. "A...a curse?"

Meirah nods solemnly. "I'm afraid so. I did all I could in an attempt to intercept it, possibly prevent it from ever taking effect, but I was too late. Micah...you have been cursed with the burden of bearing the man's child."

I almost faint there and then. My worst nightmare, now come to life. A wave of dizziness overtakes me and I nearly stumble to the ground, my throat clenching as my breathing grows heavier. She can't be serious, I think. I haven't seen that man, that monster, once since that night. There's no way he...

"With this type of magic," Meirah continues, "the pregnancy will develop much faster than a normal one would, and the birth will be...a challenge, as children of curses tend to become quite large by the time they're to term." Kneeling down, she gently places her hands on my shoulders. "But I have been watching you, Micah. I know you are strong, even more so with Clay at your side. And you will come out of this stronger than you've ever been."

"But the baby," I remind her, "how...what will we do with it? W-when it's born?"

Meirah smiles softly. "I shall be present when you give birth," she replies. "I'll be unable to help, nor can I make myself known until after the fact, but once the child is born, I will take them as my own, so you and Clay will not be burdened any further." Gently grabbing my face, she leans in and presses a light kiss to my forehead. Her voice drops to a mutter. "Now return to your love. He is waiting..."

With a small gasp, I seem to wake up from a slumber, laying on my back on the bed with Clay laying next to me, propped up on an elbow and watching me intensely. "Clay...?" I ask softly with a groan, placing a hand on my forehead. "What...what happened?"

Clay visibly relaxes and he sighs in relief, a hand coming up to gently run his fingers through my hair. "Thank God you're okay," he breathes. More clearly, he adds, "Is everything alright? You seemed unwell..."

"I...don't know. I remember...being with you, and then I...I passed out, I think?" I fall silent then, trying to see if I can recall anything. All at once, the memories crash back to me and my eyes grow wide. "I...I had a vision. I was in the woods when all of a sudden someone approached me. She wasn't there to hurt me, but she...she said..." My hand floats down to my stomach. "The man that assaulted me...a few years back. She said he cursed me."

Clay doesn't speak for some time, but his eyes follow the movement of my hand. I can almost see the gears turning in his head, eyes flashing when he finally connects the dots. "Meirah," he whispers, barely audible. He looks at me again, then wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. "What did she say to you?" he asks slowly, as if hesitant to hear my answer.

"He put a curse on me," I whisper, my voice a bit strained as reality hits me, "a curse that...that's made it so I'm expecting his child." The words hang heavy in the air for a moment. "But Meirah said not to worry," I continue, "she's been watching over me, and when the baby is born, she'll take it from us."

Again, Clay is silent for longer than I'd like, before his arms squeeze around me just the slightest bit tighter. "Micah..." He speaks softly, and his voice sounds on the verge of breaking. Gently, he puts his fingers under my chin and lifts my head so I'm looking up at him. My heart shatters when I see the tears threatening to fall, making his gorgeous green eyes shiver. "Is that...is this what you want? Do you...want to have his child?"

"No!" I exclaim immediately. "No, of course not! I never wanted this!" My tone softens in defeat and I tear my gaze from his, looking down at my stomach again and rubbing my hand across it. Of course, there's no bump to speak of quite yet, but there's a noticeable firmness now beneath my navel. "But...if he set the curse, then I don't really have a choice in the matter."

I hear Clay sigh deeply. "Micah," he says, his voice cracking. His grip on me tightens even more. "I'm sorry...baby, I'm so sorry..." He combs his fingers gently through my hair. I can tell by the trembles, though, that his mind is scrambling to find a solution. "We...we can reverse it, right? Surely there's a way."

Biting back tears, I shake my head. "It's impossible to reverse now," I say grimly. "Meirah did what she could, but the curse was too powerful. I'll be okay though, my love. I'll be okay..."

Clay meets my gaze, his eyes misty with tears. His voice quivers as he speaks. "You're sure...?" he asks in a slow whisper. "I just...I can't..." His words trail off, the tears beginning to trickle down his cheeks. "I-I don't wanna lose you, Micah..." He takes a deep but jerky breath. "I don't know...what I'd do if..."

"Shhh." I reach my hand out to cup his cheek, swiping a tear away with my thumb when he leans into the touch. "You won't lose me," I reassure softly, "you won't. I promise you that, Clay, I promise."

With a faint grin, Clay presses his forehead against mine, his eyes closing. Eventually, he speaks again, his tone somber yet more determined. "I won't let you do this alone." He pauses to take a breath. "I'm staying right here with you, just like always. We'll face this together, okay?"

I nod firmly, leaning in to gently press my lips against his. "Together," I affirm, just as determined. "We got this."

I can feel Clay smile gently when I kiss him, and his sage green eyes shimmer with enamor when he pulls away. His hand comes up to delicately cradle my jaw, and I lean into the touch. "Now you know I hate sounding possessive," he says, tone light while still serious, "but I don't think I'll be able to let you out of my sight until this is all over...!" He lets out a breathy chuckle, telling me he's trying to lighten the mood if only a little. "Just don't go anywhere without me, okay?"

Shaking my head fondly, I reply, "Wasn't planning to. Don't worry about me sneaking off, because you know that's not happening!"

Humming to himself quietly in amusement, Clay brushes a stray lock of hair from my forehead. "I do know," he agrees, "and I trust that you won't." Then, his smile fades, eyes trailing down my body before he cautiously rests his hand on my belly. "Does it...feel any different?"

He sounds genuinely curious, so I of course give him an honest answer. "Physically speaking, not yet really..." I look down to where his hand lays, and I place mine over top, lightly hooking my fingers around his. "Everything's still just kind of...setting in, I guess."

Clay's free hand combs once through my hair before holding the back of my head.

"I thought it was just a nightmare," I continue, voice lowered to a mutter, "but this is...real. I...I'm actually cursed, to have my assaulter's baby." My eyes meet Clay's again. "I thought he had forgotten me, we crossed paths so long ago...but I guess not."

The expression of Clay's face darkens, and his words are laced with pure venom when he speaks. "That man's a monster. Only thinking about himself, wanting to leave a legacy...what a fucked way to go about it..." I don't think I've ever seen him this filled with bitten back rage; it scares me a little bit in all honesty.

After a few minutes of silence to let the situation sink in, Clay's expression morphs into something a bit softer but no less intense. His brows are creased ever so slightly in that particular way that I'd recognize anywhere.

"You're thinking," I comment gently.

Clay blinks, his gaze focusing on me once again, and he replies, "Sorry, I...I just thought, perhaps I could give Rayn a visit? She's more knowledgeable about this sort of thing than we are, maybe she can help."

Rayn is a good friend of Clay's, a witch who lives a decent travel away from our rather secluded cottage in the woods. She has helped us before with other mystical encounters we faced, so we have complete trust in her abilities. If anyone could give us sound answers on this whole curse, it's her.

"Well, then I'm coming with you."

Clay's eyes pop wide. "What?" he asks incredulously, as if I suggested the absolute worst thing. "W-why? You know the town she lives in is at least half a day's walk!"

"And?" I challenge. "You said you'd never let me out of your sight, plus if I'm there, Rayn can get a better idea of what's happened and how to help."

It's silent for a second, and my chest swells with playful pride when I realize I have Clay beat. "I did say that," he mumbles to himself, glancing away in defeated thought. Looking back at me, he adds, "Alright, fine. You're right; I mean, you are the one cursed, after all." He leaves a quick but firm peck on my forehead. "She might not be able to reverse it, but she can at the very least give us advice on how to get through it."

-

I stare forlornly into the mirror on the inside of our closet door, shirt pulled up to expose my belly which is now noticeably distended. A few days have passed since my vision from Meirah learning about the curse, and I'm still not sure how exactly to feel about it all. Slowly, I rest a shaking hand on my stomach, a hurricane of emotions surging through me all at once that I simply can't process them. The eye of the storm comes in the form of Clay, who's now woken up. He approaches me from behind and wraps his arms around me, planting a tired yet loving kiss on my neck before dropping his chin on my shoulder.

"Good morning, love," he says softly, words still a bit slurred as the last tendrils of sleep try to keep an iron grip on him.

I don't respond.

This, of course, sets off alarm bells in Clay's head, as his eyes fully open and he gently guides me to face him. "Micah," he says, concern dripping from his voice. He lifts a hand to cradle my cheek, thumb swiping back and forth along the bone. His eyes search mine intensely, and he frowns. "Hey. It's...it'll be okay. Alright? I promise..."

My eyes fall shut in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, and I feel the soft press of his lips against my forehead.

"We're gonna visit Rayn today," Clay continues in a reassuring murmur, "we're gonna explain everything, and she'll help us. We can do this, Micah; you can do this."

"But what if I can't?!" I blurt out, stepping away from him. "What if...what if I..."

"Hey. Where'd my brave Micah go, hmm?" Clay gives a half smile and lightly taps my head with his finger; it's clear he's trying to lift my spirits. "I know they're in there." His smile fades when I don't reply, and he pulls me close. "Why don't we have something to eat and then head out? That sound okay?"

"'M not hungry," I mumble, hiding my face in his chest.

Clay strokes his fingers once through my hair. "Please at least try," he requests in a whisper. "I don't want you making this any harder on yourself than it already is..."

My only response is a tiny grunt, but I allow him to lead me out of the bedroom and down the hall to our kitchen.

Breakfast is nothing special, just something small and quick. Clay and I eat in silence sitting next to each other, his arm staying loosely hooked around my back with the occasional supportive rub to my side.

"Ready?" he asks when he notices I've finished eating.

Standing up, I nod. "Let's go."

Clay stands as well, smiling with a mix of love and pride. "That's my Micah...!"

-

The village is quaint, though not much in terms of visual interest. The buildings are all cobblestone and wood, thatch roofs and dirt roads split the ways through town. Only a few people are milling about, giving the place a quiet yet lived in atmosphere.

But that's not what Clay and I are here for.

Towards the center of the village is Rayn's house - it's easy to spot as well kept vines crawl up and around the wooden siding. We step up to the door together, Clay's hand resting gently on the small of my back while he uses the other to gently knock.

It takes a moment or two, but soon enough the door opens to reveal Rayn, who smiles brightly upon seeing us. "Clay! Micah!" she exclaims, giving us each a quick hug in greeting. When she goes to hug me, though, she jumps back as if snapped at by a stray animal and her smile fades. "Micah...?"

I tilt my head in confusion before I realize she can probably sense the magic of the curse.

Her auburn eyes flick between Clay and I a couple times before she beckons us inside. "Micah," she says, her tone now flattened in seriousness, "something's not right. With you, I mean."

"Funny you say that," Clay replies, "because that's why we're here." He looks to me, silently asking if I want to explain.

With both his and Rayn's eyes on me, I take a breath and retell everything from the vision of Meirah to the curse itself. "So Clay and I," I finish, "were wondering if you knew of any way to help."

Rayn's gaze moves to the floor, and her finger cradles her chin in deep thought. "I've definitely heard of this happening before," she says after a couple minutes, "but never very often. And certainly never as a curse." She looks to me with the exact same sympathetic expression as Meirah did. "The magic this man used on you...it's strong. Stronger than anything I know how to deal with."

"So there's nothing you can do?" Clay asks quietly; I can tell he's forcing his voice to stay level.

"I never said that," Rayn replies. "But...if you were hoping I could lift the curse, then I cannot. I'm sorry." She gestures over to her couch, motioning for us to sit. "What I can do, though, is help to lessen some of the effects, and ensure nothing remains after it's all said and done."

"Nothing remains?" I echo, tilting my head in confusion. "What does that mean?"

Rayn blinks. "You...know how pregnancy works, right?"

I nod. "Obviously."

"So then your question is answered. Should any complications happen during birth, my counter-magic will instantly heal it, and your body will return to its normal state. None of that 'baby fat' to worry about!"

Well that first bit doesn't sound very reassuring.

Then, Rayn lowers herself onto one knee in front of me, hand held out towards my belly but not yet touching. "May I...?" Her question trails off, but I understand what she's asking.

I lift my shirt just enough to expose my distended stomach and Rayn carefully rests her hand directly over my navel. Her eyes close as she focuses.

"Just as I sensed earlier," she mumbles, opening her eyes again and removing her hand. "Meirah was right. You said you were visited by her only a week ago?"

Nodding, I release my shirt so it falls back down normally.

Rayn hums in affirmation. "From what I can tell, you're already a good two, three months along. That is, compared to a typical pregnancy."

"What does that mean?" Clay interjects with worry. "Will Micah be okay?"

"Yes, they'll be fine. With Meirah's interception and my counter-magic, the worst part of this ordeal will only be the birth itself." Rayn pauses, then her attention turns to me once more, her expression hardening. "Now I know...I know this child is from someone who...who assaulted you, Micah. But maybe," she places a hand on my knee, "this can be something good? Helps you to heal those wounds?"

"We're not keeping it," I reply firmly, "I told you Meirah plans to take it once it's born."

"I know." Rayn rises to her feet, Clay and I quickly following. "The circumstances are...awful. And I'm genuinely so sorry. I was only saying that this journey, you could see it as a sort of testament. That even if something terrible happens, you're strong enough and brave enough to overcome it."

As her words process in my mind and I realize she has a bit of a point, I blink in surprise. "Oh. I...I guess I never thought of it that way."

Rayn smiles and leads us to the door, opening it for us. "Everything works out in the end, Micah. You two will be okay, I can promise you that."

I return her smile, pausing in the doorway and turning to face her. "Thank you. For everything. I know you couldn't help us much, but...we still appreciate it. Truly."

Rayn gives us one last nod, then we exchange quick goodbyes before she makes a playful shooing gesture at us and we step out of her house to start our journey home.

Despite my bump still being so small, I find my hand absently resting on it - a deep instinctual thing is all it is. My mind races with the knowledge that soon, my stomach will grow bigger and heavier, then I'll have to suffer for possibly hours laboring and birthing this child, all because of a curse set upon me by an evil man whose face I can't even remember; it terrifies me. Through my internal torment, I vaguely hear Clay ask if we want to stay at the nearby inn for the night, but of course I'm too buried in everything to be able to reply.

"Hey," his voice cuts through the static of my thoughts, "Micah. Micah, honey, look at me."

My eyes manage to find his, and I notice we've stopped walking. Clay's hands gently cup my jaw on either side of my face, and he looks down at me with concern and sympathy. "We'll get through this," he reassures me in the soft tone he knows helps calm me down, "together, just like we promised, remember? Once this is over, it'll be like it never happened, okay?"

I swallow, nodding microscopically. "Yeah. We can do this...we can..." When Clay drops his hands, I look down at my belly. "It'll be like it never happened..."

"There's my Micah," Clay mutters fondly, leaning down to leave a quick kiss on my cheek. "Now, about the inn. Do you want to stay the night and we can go home tomorrow?"

I think about it for a moment before nodding.

We make our way to the inn and secure a room easily enough, and the moment I sit down on the arguably too creaky bed, I realize just how tired I am. Thankfully, I'm already wearing comfortable clothing, so all I have to do is kick off my boots before settling down with the blanket tossed over me.

Clay follows not soon after, having to use the bathroom quick before laying next to me. He pulls me close and tucks the blanket further around me, kissing the top of my head. "Sleep well, baby. I love you."

Eyes closing, I hear the click of the lamp turning off and grin tiredly. "I love you too, Clay."

#giving birth #pregnancy #pregnant #birth kink #labor kink #pregnancy kink #pregnancy roleplay #birth roleplay #birth story #rapid pregnancy #labor #birth #nbpreg #cursed #magic pregnancy

[tacit-semantics]

It’s 3am which means it’s finally time. Dirk OCD posting under the cut. cw for in depth descriptions of compulsive behaviors regarding scrupulosity (moral), violent intrusive thoughts (alluded to, non-graphic), and contamination, as well as mentions of self harm. If you’re prone to picking up obsessions or compulsions through reading about them, I would suggest skipping out on this one

So first of all I wanna say that this is not intended to function as a set of assumptions/inferences that point towards dirk having ocd in canon so much as a set of ways in I, as a person with ocd, saw myself in him. It’s a very… enthusiastic headcanon of mine though so this switches back and forth between long winded babbling and then its canon inspiration depending on how excited I am at any given moment. Also, disclaimer: ocd can manifest in a whole bunch of ways, and a lot of them are super specific to the person in question, which is to say that I’ll be drawing a lot (but not entirely, on account of the fact that there’s very much a limit as to what I’m willing to discuss regarding me specifically) from personal experience for the sole reason that that’s how I best understand the disorder. Now, getting into it!

- first things first: he’s got scrupulosity obsessions, I think, specifically moral. Very, very afraid of hurting the people close to him, which in turn manifests as a sort of hypervigilance in everything he says and does. I think that in this context the knowledge of Bro would be equally devastating and necessary in that he’s concrete proof of the worst case scenario, and acceptance of that possibility is necessary to overcome ocd, but also like. I don’t think theres much in the way of mental health accommodations on post apocalyptic earth (much the same as current earth actually), so in practice this would just be Bad.

- speaking of hypervigilance: his attention always being split between his physical body and his dream self reminded me a lot of how a solid chunk of my brains processing power is always devoted to various bullshit, even if the rest of me’s working on autopilot. I also think he’d be the sort to assume that not anticipating a threat to his loved ones counts as a failure, so he’s always on guard/trying to stop things before they start/jumping at shadows, effectually. For me this manifested as a contamination fear but I don’t think that would track here I think he’d be more along the lines of trying to predict his loved one’s actions and putting out imaginary/preemptive fires accordingly

- this would also work well with his fear of manipulation I think. Like he’s so worried about his actions being controlling that he tries to prod at THEIR actions to ‘protect’ them from him which ends up as a sort of bizarre self fulfilling prophecy

-information hoarder. He’s taken the tests, he’s read the articles, he knows what’s wrong with him (he thinks) but also doesn’t want to use it as an excuse (he thinks) and also gets thrown into spirals when his actions don’t match up exactly with the information he’s gathered. I also think it would be fun to try and puzzle out mental health bullshit through the juggalo-internet. Not fun for him, but for me thinking about it

-hal is basically an extended study in rumination. Dirk needs definitive proof of himself and his motives, and well. Hal is not that, but I can see how he might have been intended to serve that function

-reassurance seeker but like in the way where he continually asserts to other people that he’s bad. In his mind this functions as a warning so that they know to be on guard around him. He worries about this being a sort of manipulation too, of course. Nothings ever easy.

-this gets more difficult when he goes from living alone and isolated to living with other people, I think, because now there’s an added layer of ways he has to worry about hurting them.

-if you didn’t know, a super common way for ocd to manifest is (unwanted and frightening) intrusive thoughts about hurting others in one way or another. I think it’d make sense for him to develop obsessions like these once he starts sharing physical space with other people. Like meals and the like he’ll just be sitting there zoned the fuck out because he’s monitoring every single urge and thought he has so he can ‘restrain’ as necessary

-also think he’d still be Constantly Aware of Everything, Always, even when he’s no longer splitting his consciousness in the literal sense. The thought process might start with something like noticing a chair is slightly wobbly and immediately having to fix it because otherwise it might fall, and if it falls when another person sits in it it’ll be his fault because he knew it was wobbly and didn’t do anything to fix it, and then he applies that thought process elsewhere and it escalates

-the thing is is that all this escalation happens pretty quickly because it’s a very intense set of feelings that you’re sitting with 24/7 so like cut to a month later and he’s pushing cups of water to the center of counters because otherwise they might spill and someone’ll slip and it’s HIS job to make sure they don’t, he’s repeatedly checking food over to make sure nothing’s wrong with it, he’s mapping everything he’s touched in the past week to see if he’s done anything bad or wrong, etc etc. these just keep getting increasingly more disconnected and bizarre like shit gets weird and frankly it might not even register for him that what he’s doing is irregular like from the inside things can seem as reasonable as they’re not

-that said, once you take that hyperawareness and ramp it up in reference to like everything, you realize that it just… isn’t sustainable, which means that at some point he inevitably‘fails’ and that goes as well as you think it does. Like on a good day he dismisses an ambiguous dot on a piece of bread as an obsessive quirk (maybe because he’s tired from other compulsion sets or something it happens) and then two days later someone accidentally eats a bit of bread before realizing there’s mold on it and well now dirk can’t get up from bed for the next three days sorry

-I think there’s a lot of really interesting things to say in terms of control here too. It’s all a bit ironic of course, as in something out of your control making you feel in control even if just for a second, fear of imposition taking a turn into imposition with a different motive, the distance between motive and action for that matter. I am getting off track.

-also dirk strikes me as the sort to have a comprehensive list (either written or mental) of every bad and ‘bad’ thing he’s done, ever. Regularly combs through his memories to see if he can think of others, and considers them obsessively both within and outside of context

-also just. That one convo he has where he’s talking about drowning in himself. I love that one

-physically, think he might scratch himself during panic attacks. Lot of self harm urges (head banging, eye trauma) but those don’t bother him nearly as much as his fears of hurting others. He’s unsocialized as fuck, and I think that as such he might not necessarily realize that he processes distress and anxiety in harmful/irregular ways

-I also wouldn’t be surprised if there was like this super noticeable gap between how he perceives himself and how other people perceive him too that’s pretty common. I don’t think he would have a fear of people finding out that he’s ‘bad’ by his standards though for the sole purpose that he assumes they already know

-Anyways from there it’s just like a various grab bag of related bullshit/uncategorized neuroses and obsession/compulsion sets. I think he has trich and maybe dermatillomania too. Autistic, definitely. Probably some other stuff. Comorbidity king. Sometimes he has to finish a compulsion set to sit down but he just finished a different one and is too tired to start again so he just stands on his phone for an hour. Has weird stress dreams. Bites his nails.

-all in all, ocd tends to latch on the things you care about- hence why so many intrusive thoughts are so ego dystonic, hence the fixation. Dirk, in canon and in this spiel here, loves the people he loves very much and just does not want to see them hurt and- unfortunately- sees himself as a threat thus. Well all of this.

-this concludes OCD dirk hour. If you have anything to add, please feel free! But also please be respectful about it, especially considering the subject matter.

EDIT: wrote a sequel to this, found here. It's not as put together as this one, but it's definitely a thing that exists

#let’s get INTO it #gotta produce content for an audience of me myself and I #seriously though dirk lends himself well to natural extremes which means he also lends himself well to UNnatural extremes #extremes is what I’m getting at the boy has no chill at all #dirk strider #homestuck #headcanons #tacit rambles #unsanitary #ocd headcanons #granted I do often wonder how they would go about like. dealing with this post canon. like they’re all what 15 what are they gonna do #therapy of choice for ocd is erp and that’s like you need a specialist right so what then. what do you do #I’m an unfortunate optimist in the ‘where there’s a will there’s a way’ sort of way but even I’m coming up short #well severity does tend to fluctuate but like it’s so so pervasive and frankly an absolutely ridiculous way to live #so like ????? #food mention #ocd dirk

[sandy-the-glader]

Hey I have two requests because I was so terribly torn and couldn’t decided between then two hahaaa

Corey Cunningham SFW #19 / NSFW #9

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Of course request as much as you want <3 I wasn’t sure if this was separate or together so I’m just making 2 different oneshots. Or of course if you want I could make it a 2 part story.

Definitely not

Corey Cunningham X Gender neutral reader

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Summary: Corey had a bad day and you gotta show him how important he is.

Warning/contains: comfort fluff, bit of angst, mentions of blood and needles, Corey and his chocolate milk

Word count:1.2k

Prompt: 19: “Is there something wrong with me?”

A/n: give me more fluff to write its so much easier (I still will write smut dw)

He didn’t know where else to go. Your apartment was all he could think of. He didn’t feel like going to some hospital for a cut on the hand. His hand was cut up worse than he wanted to believe but you were at the top of his mind. All because of his chocolate milk bottle. Well and because some kids jumped him.

Riding his bike to your place was the hardest thing ever. He was used to getting hurt all the time but, it still was so painful.

He was now stumbling to your apartment door. His right hand went up to knock on your door quickly before going back to holding underneath his left one. He stared at the floor while he heard you walk to the door.His curls covered a little bit of his glasses.

It was late in the day and you still were in more pajama like clothes. All you had been doing today was reading on your couch. Once you heard the knock you set your book down on the coffee table and stood up.

You accidentally knocked over some stuff in the process which Corey heard through the door. You opened the door and saw him. His bloody hand also covered in dirt, his guilty looking face as if he did anything wrong…

“Oh Corey…” you frowned. “What am I gonna do with you.” You quickly rushed him inside and made him sit at your kitchen table. You shut the door and looked around your kitchen for your first-aid kit. Along with that you grabbed some other bandages and tweezers to remove the glass. You placed everything on the table. You sat down next to him and moved his hand so you could see it better. “Why didn’t you go to the ER?” You asked as you grabbed the tweezers. “This is gonna hurt.” You mumbled.

“I didn’t want to go-“ he let out a hiss a pain. You let out a quick “sorry.” And he continued. “And you were all I could think of.” You sighed. What were you gonna do with him? You always thought in these types of moments.

“Don’t tell me you road your bike here.” You joked but Corey stayed quiet. “Oh my gosh you did didn’t you?” You raised your eye brows. You took out another bit of glass. He frowned even more if that was even possible. The look was just so sad “Look I’m not mad okay.” You stopped with his hand for a second. “Just.. you need to take care of yourself more. I just love you and I don’t want you getting hurt so bad.”

You love him. He felt his heart swell at those words.

“I love you too and I know..  but I just hate public spaces. Stuff like this happens.” he motioned to the cut. You nodded as you cleaned up the wound. You knew of course the hospital would never treat him this way. Even if they thought he was a child killer (which he wasn’t) they would till have to help him.

Silence soon overcame the room. A comfortable silence at least. You finished cleaning up his hand and now was time for the hard part.. Stitches.

You hated doing them. You’ve patched Corey up tons of other times and some like this. To the point of stitches.

“Tell me about the rest of your day. Before this.” You motioned to his hand. You wanted him to talk while you fixed up his hand because this part was the worst.

“Well I might get a motorbike soon.” He mumbled before letting out a whimper as the needle pierced his skin. He tried to think about the rest of his day so far but nothing else really happened. Nothing came to mind

“Your gonna have to teach me how to ride it.” You continued, making him try to scrunch up his hand. “I know I know.” Your other hand held his in place. Once again silence consumed the room. The air felt thick. As if there was some sort of tension. You weren’t sure how to exactly comfort him in this situation. You wanted to tell him you knew what it felt like and you understood but you really didn’t.

You didn’t get framed for murder then get treated like shit for the rest of your life. You wanted to treat him them best and help him but you didn’t know how to help in a encouraging sense.

“Is there something wrong with me?” He broke the silence.” He broke the silence. Your eyes snapped upwards to meet his. Why would he ask that? “I know I’m considered the town freak but.. I mean besides that. Is there just something I’m missing? Something I’m doing wrong compared to other people?” You set the needle down as you were finished with it. His eyes looked like they started glisten with tears.

“Corey no.” You gently held his hand being sure not to hurt it. “Nothing could ever be wrong on you. They pick on you because they have nothing better to do. You can’t be listening to whatever they’re saying.” You removed your hand and started wrapping his hand with bandage. The material was soft and easy so it should add some sort of comfort for his hand. “If they get the better of you the world will never know the truth. That your not a murderer.” Adding layers to his hand until it seemed to be okay.

He stayed silent. He didn’t really know how to respond to that kind of pep talk. And you completely understood him. You leaned over and kissed his forehead then his lips. You embraced him a small hug.

After your hug, you cleaned up the blood covered wipes you and you put away all your tools. All your anxiety went down when you saw Corey’s it’s a relaxed face. You were always afraid to hurt him even more.

You got up from your seat and walked to the fridge. Something that always cheered him up was chocolate milk. And since he wounded himself just trying to get a bottle of some I figured that definitely wouldn’t happen this time. I always kept it in the fridge for when Corey would come over and well because it’s a amazing drink.

He would go on rants for minutes about the stuff. It was honestly so adorable to hear him talk about it. You poured him a glass and put it next to him. You also added one of those colorful straws you bought a while ago out of impulse.

“Your not gonna break this on my other hand are you?” He joked cracking a small smile. You shook your head and smiled.

“Of course not. Do you want a paper cup to make you feel better?”

“No no. Thank you.” You walked next to him and held him. His cheek pressed against your stomach.

“I love you so much Corey.” You ran your fingers through his curls. “Your so important to me I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He was speechless. Never in his life did he feel as important as he did when he was in your arms. It was the best feeling in the world. Now he knew what people meant when they said love was the strongest power.

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♡

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Tags: @wolvesandvampires

#corey cunningham #sweetie #😭 #Justice for my boy #i love him so much #he just needs a hug #Corey Cunningham is so baby girl

[academyofbrokenhearts]

Of Reality and Late Night Confessions (III)

Suna and Kaya talk, and finally reach a mutual understanding.

Author note: Probably the most OOC chapter in the entire saga, but whatever, friends. I didn't put "confessions" in the damn title for nothing. Enjoy!

AO3 link here.

When Kaya doesn't immediately react to her words, her mind is jumping to the worst possible outcome. She has somehow misinterpreted things, her words bothered him, his attraction to her is merely physical (maybe that's what he meant by not marrying her for revenge purposes?), and she is already thinking on how to apologise, how to take it all back.

Yet he is still holding her, his body completely lacking any tension, so she opens her eyes, and sees it.

He's smiling.

"I was hoping I would hear this from you someday," he says. "I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."

"So then... I did not get it wrong?" she asks, her heart beating wildly in her chest. "You like me?"

"Oh man," Kaya says, hiding his face in her shoulder. "I really thought it would be obvious by now. Are you trying to tell me that this entire time, you worried about my feelings on top of yours?"

When Suna does not answer (because really, it's unsettling how he can read her so well), he raises his head and looks at her again, in utter surprise:

"Oh, you did. I cannot believe it."

"It's really unfair," she mumbles, looking away, embarrassment burning her cheeks. "How come my brain is like an open book to you, and most of the time I can't get you at all?"

"Well," he says, and his voice is gentle. "Comes with practice. Besides, it's not like I am not prone to errors."

Not with her, not normally, Suna thinks. Most of the time, he can understand her instinctively, and she never feels the need to explain her thoughts to him in detail. But she knows she is not going to be able to feel secure just assuming and deducting things, the way he does. That's not how she works. She tends to worry and overthink to the point of anxiety, and what good would that be?

"Kaya," she speaks, turning her head towards him. "If I ask you some questions, will you answer them? I really need to have a proper talk with you. Actually, that was my intention, before..."

"Before you got overwhelmed by my good looks, and had your way with me," he says, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Shut up, I'm serious."

"I know, Suna, I was just messing around. Sure, of course we can talk. But first, do you mind if I take another shower? You can join me too if you want."

"Sure thing," she answers, like it's something they did thousand of times before, and she doesn't even blush when saying it.

That finally shuts him up.

*

He does not touch her in any way in the shower, except when he helps her wash her back. She thanks him with a quick peck on the cheek, and he groans.

"Don't get too close," he says, turning off the water, and hopping out of the shower. "I'm a bit tired, but I'm not too tired for that, and before you know it, there goes the talk we're supposed to have."

She rolls her eyes, but follows suit, mumbling a quick thanks when he finishes wiping off and hands her the towel. By the time she also dries off and puts on her panties, he is already half dressed, and she pauses for a moment, trying to remember where she left her actual clothes.

"Here," he then says with a smirk, handing her his t-shirt. "Since you like it so much, keep wearing it."

"Have you always been this annoying, or is this a recent development?" she asks, but without actual malice, as she's getting dressed.

"I'm sorry, were you saying something? I was looking at your legs and got distracted. Was it important?"

"Okay, definitely a recent development," she comments, opening the door and stepping into the room. "You're prettier when you shut up, by the way."

"Oh, so we're fully back in our flirting era," he replies, laughing, and she smiles at him in turn, before climbing into bed. He follows suit, putting his head in her lap when she gestures towards him to come closer, and they sit in comfortable silence for a while, her playing with his hair, him caressing her bare legs.

"Just promise me you will be answering me openly and honestly," she says, eventually. "I know you said it's not easy for you to talk, to open up, but there is something I need to know, for my own peace of mind."

"Ask away."

"Since when did you like me?"

There is a small pause, then he responds, and she can't really see his expression, but she can guess it from the softness in his voice:

"Like? I liked you in Marmaris. Hell, I think I actually liked you from the moment you opened that door and stood in front of me for the first time, and judged my tattoos, my clothes, and my entire existence in general. But now that I got to know you better, I think I can safely say that this is more than just me liking you. You heard me loud and clear earlier, I wasn't saying what I said just because I was caught up in the moment or anything."

"Wait a second," Suna says. "Does that mean you liked me when you proposed to me the second time? You said nothing of the sort back then."

"Yeah, because you would have hit me with a chair."

"I wouldn't have done such a thing," she protests, but when he sits upright, raising an eyebrow at her, she sighs in defeat. "Okay, maybe I wouldn't have hit you with a chair, as you put it, but I would have probably told you to get out and never speak to me again."

"Which is why I did not say it. I figured, well, I was the one at fault, I wanted to make amends, but it was very important for me to get you to forgive me and accept me again. I thought... oh hell, whatever, it's confession time, isn't it? I thought that maybe you would realise I wasn't that bad, and I could get you to truly like me."

He looks so vulnerable and boyish, that she can't help but taking him into her arms, and he hugs her in return, holding her tight.

"I was very hurt back then," she whispers. "After I heard you talking to your mother. Very, very hurt. But after what you told me last night... I can't even begin to fathom how hard it must have been for you. And I meant it, you know? Last night, when I told you I will be here for you. I'll do it. I'll help you take care of your mother. I'll be here to listen when everything becomes too much. You just need to say the word."

"Damn," he says, almost choking on his words. "I never thought someone would say that to me ever. Never even dreamed of it."

She manages to catch a glimpse of his face, enough to see the tears in his eyes, right before he kisses her. It's long, and sweet, and when their lips finally part, she gently wipes his wet cheeks, and in spite of his still obvious emotion, he does manage to smile.

That night, they go to sleep holding each other tight, and all nightmares are forgotten.

#Yalı Çapkını #Yali Capkini #Suna Şanlı #Kaya Sönmez #Suna Sanli #Kaya Sonmez #KaySun #fan fiction #Of Reality and Late Night Confessions #writing #made by me #a lot of heavy angst in canon right now #so I keep writing to cope with all that #at least in my fics they are happy

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Royalteen unhinged thoughts: 

Hey y’all. The group chat watched Royalteen today because apparently we hate ourselves.

Gonna put my ask box here for unhinged hours because I need them after this.

So I watched "straight young royals" and it was bad. Here are the thoughts that came to mind: 

They did not just call him prince fuckboy. 

Why does this mom hate her school so much? She’s never even been there? Why send your child to a school that you hate? 

I don’t like his face. 

Why is he sitting next to her? 

Oh I hate this 

This is so awkward 

My blood is curdling with second hand embarrassment

Is that her brother or her child? I feel like they want me to think it’s her brother and then it’s gonna be her child. (Zee was right, though they didn't know it yet)

Does she have ptsd? 

She really thought running alone in the middle of the woods was a good idea? 

She could have grabbed that stroller, and she didn’t 

Ok it is her brother 

Of course he’s just going to come Prince Charming her way out of this 

Why did they take a picture? 

They have zero chemistry 

Oh he posted the picture and now everyone wants to be her best friend 

Can't tell if I love Tess or hate her 

Genuinely hate whoever the fuck this princess is 

WHY IS HE IN HER HOUSE?! 

Her parents need to shut up omg 

Ok but why does he like her? Why does she like him? There has been no establishment. Why do they want to be around each other? 

She’s drinking, so something is going to go wrong, probably 

IS THAT A WEINER IN A TORTILLA?! 

They’re really pushing the Tess vs whoever the fuck the princess is, so I know the Princess is going to be evil 

She is double fisting alcohol

She is triple fisting alcohol.

My entire computer had a stroke because it also hates that we’re watching this 

So they’re drunk and close, and this is not going well 

Oh so we’re just gonna add some drugs too 

NO OMG NO

of course they got caught 

She. Is. Still. Drinking. And. Smoking. 

Stop omg stop 

What is happening? 

Is she just going to jump in? Fully clothed? What is going on? WHAT IS GOING ON? 

I cannot watch this 

I cannot watch any of this 

What the FUCK 

do not watch this movie if you have the throw up thing 

Of course she went viral 

“Attacked by a prince” BITCH HE LITERALLY SAVE YOUR LIFE FUCK OFF 

Again…. Why do they like each other????? 

They both have more chemistry with that baby than they do with each other 

If I were her, I would stop showing my face places like baby please take a hint. She is the person who suffers from “main character syndrome” and I know she technically is the main character but like… 

Ok points for cool cinematic shots 

This was the worst way to do insta-love 

Honey they are not laughing with you. They are laughing at you. 

WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING 

it’s not gonna be him Omg 

“Plans changed” FUCK YOU KALLE 

there’s too much silence. Way too much silence. 

Did they just serve a singular scallop? 

This is so uncomfy 

I’m on the princesses side 

She really just went “next time we hang out we’re fucking ok?” LIKE MISS GIRL SLOW DOWN 

OMG WAIT SHES (Lena) THE AUGUST?! 

Miss girl, just get in the car if you’re going to keep hiding. 

This is a completely valid reaction 

I’m still on the princess’ side 

YOU HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR FIVE MINUTES 

HES SCARED TO HAVE SEX BECAUSE HES SCARED TO GET PEOPLE PREGANANT? 

Ok they’re trying to make it sound bad, but those are all valid reasons to not like Tess. 

That blonde girl who constantly looks annoyed has been me this entire movie 

Is he gonna fall asleep mid blow job?

HE SAID NO 

STILL DONT KNOW WHY THEY LIKE EACH OTHER. 

over an hour in and I have no idea what the plot is 

Bestie leaving is going to make it more suspicious 

NOT HER VICTIM BLAMING 

LOVE?! 

I am STILL on the princess’ side 

IT IS HER SON. CALLED IT. 

Lena is quite possibly the worst person to have ever existed 

Fuck her. Fuck Lena. 

Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew

I have no sympathy for her. 

A blood clot in her heart would have killed her literally what? 

If he shows up at her door in the last five minutes, I’ll lose my goddamn mind 

Oh, ok thank fuck it’s Tess 

This guy who has been trying to actually be her friend this whole time is my favorite. Don’t know his name but I love him. 

NOT A SINGING TROPE IN THE LAST FIVE MINUTES 

No, this is horrid 

He can’t sing

No one would actually care about them being together 

What is happening? 

They had the princess faint for no reason other than to open for a sequel 

quite possibly the worst movie I’ve ever seen. 

This was 2 and a half hours of pain. 

Overall, this movie was just bad. The writing is awful. There is no plot. They tried to stuff in every plot twist imaginable in the last five minutes and gave no time to resolve any of them. The entire thing is very much "tell don't show" when it should be the other way around. They even have the prince tell you why he likes Lena. The villain is more likable than the main character. The main character is quite possibly the worst person to have ever existed. They never have her face any consequences for her actions. She has one temper tantrum and then it's over. They added a big "cliffhanger" at the end to open for a sequel and it just should never happen. There should never be a sequel.

Just... no.

#It was awful #unhinged zee hours #blame the group chat #royalteen

[randomchaotichuman]

the worst of events has struck me in these trying times, the world suffers alongside me for in this moment i am bored. as a solution to this suffering that so badly plagues me, it has been recommended for me to write something complaining about it. – dramatic bitch, 2023

i write this in pursuit of my own entertainment, doing so in the most convoluted manner possible. i strive to write in a way that will confound scholars for decades to come until one singular genius (probably while in an altered state) has the earth shattering revelation that some things are written simply because people are bored and, to put it plainly, have nothing better to do.

(i feel the need to make it exceedingly clear that I very much have better things to do, in fact, i have several things that I need to get done within a timely manner, which of course means I will avoid them for as long as possible, ie.: paying attention to the actual class i am sitting in while writing this)

i quite like poetry, though I have never been capable of writing it in any way as i am graced by apathy and the logical inability to actually place my emotions into text (or feel them at all for that matter).

i hated studying poetry in school. the idea that every single word was thought over several times until the verse was absolutely perfect, granting it this deep and obscure meaning that you don't really need to understand, just memorise for long enough to get you through exams.

i quite like the idea of poetry i made up in my head.

i quite like poetry that just is. there is no need for layers upon layers of meaning, and hidden emotion, sometimes it can just be. 

not that this is something that troubles only poetry, prose can also be very much like this (at least the "classics" i had to study in school). sentences scattered with hidden mines in the form of metaphors and parallels to this thing that is both itself and bigger than that, maybe too big to comprehend or write about easily.

i guess it's easier to write about a family home that remains unchanged as times pass than it is to describe the profoundly unsettling way one feels when realising they are falling prey to the same cycles their own parents never broke. 

(i didn't like this book very much, it had an incest plotline that was completely unnecessary, only the first and last chapters are actually good)

i find myself divided between wanting my own writing to be easily comprehensible by all and wanting it to reflect the way my own mind processes things, jumping from one topic to the next without much of a driving plot. 

this would make it something only appealing to those with that same thought process or those that think my jumping around has a deeper, planned and thought through hidden meaning.

i guess the compromise would be to write in a way that both reflects my own process but also has comprehensible surface value. this would be no better than those books that say a thing and mean something else, layers of information that need to be deciphered before being able to be properly enjoyed in it's entirety.

maybe i am no better than those that came before me, maybe they too did it in an inscrutable attempt to channel their own ephemeral ever fluid thoughts into one solid and definite piece of paper.

i guess this was a success, from a reflection on the nature of my own writing to an insight into poetry and the overthinking of writing, class is over and I am no longer bored.

#writer #ao3 writer #neurodivergent #creative writing #i was really bored #so i wrote this #enjoy #i should actually write more often than i do now if i want to get better at it #i have an ao3 profile linked if you would like to check it out (haven't posted anything in a while but it is there) #i dont think you understand how boring the class i was having was being. for context i had that class for about 5 hours today #and wrote this in the final hour and a half. genuinely think i went somewhat insane #anyways you are getting fed some words today. might start happening more often

[roseworth]

Ooooh how about 9, 10, 11, 12 for Tangled/Series with the salt asks?

salty ask list

9 - Most disliked character(s)? Why?

fuck i know this is such an obvious answer but zhan tiri, mostly because in my head shes sort of the representation of a lot of the wasted potential of the series :( the entire show was building up to a Big Boss Fight with zhan tiri but then it was just cass and rapunzel while everyone else was dying on the ground :/ and then it ended with her just. connecting her wrists and everything was solved. that is so boring! give me a cool fun big fight! why are so many of the main characters not there for the final battle against the big bad! at LEAST let lance eugene and varian be there??? theyre main characters too??????? anyways i am angry and bitter. zhan tiri ended up being such a boring villain (her final form wasnt even cool?? all the stories and flashbacks looked so sick but then she was so. Nothing.) and it was clear that there was so much backstory with zhan tiri and demanitus that we didnt get to see! like they had one flashback that we saw that was missing context and didnt even explain what happened or what was going on :( AND AND AND zhan tiri's history with gothel was just brushed over :/ :/ she even has a line to cass that was like "run! just like your mother!" or something like that and its like WHAT! ARE! YOU! TALKING! ABOUT!!! what did gothel do! why should we care!! bitch!!!!!

anyways. long story short. i dont like zhan tiri because she should have been better.

10 - Most disliked arc? Why?

hhh i know i just talked about this earlier today but. cass's villain arc drives me up a fucking wall. it should have been so good it should have been about her relationship with rapunzel and how she was always outshined. i wouldnt even mind the gothel twist that much if they had used it as a jumping off point instead of her entire motivation! if it was just the final straw for cass feeling abandoned, then i would be fine with it but instead it was literally the only thing used in the important episodes :( there were even little moments throughout season three where we were teased with the possibility of another motivation, but then once we get to cassandra's revenge its just "grrrrr rapunzel you killed my mom that hated me!" and its just weird and i Do Not Like It. i said a little more about it here too if anyone is interested in me being a bitter hag

11 - Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

stalyan :) i do love to angst and make headcanons about her being abusive but its not canon (theres a little bit of canon that you can use to support it but sometimes i choose to ignore that bc cool girl is cool)

idk! i just like the idea of her kinda just being influenced by her father to act on her worst instincts then once she gets some distance from him shes like "okayyyy so that was fucked up, oops" and moving on with her life outside of the baron's empire! i just think shes neat :) she has done many things wrong but i am willing to forgive her

12 - Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

listen. i LOVE the terapi island arc. i get that people dont like it because it halted the plot for a few episodes and threw them off course but i just think that its soooo much fun :') first of all rapunzels dress is so cute (green dress supremacy), and i think that there were just some nice moments from the characters in all the episodes and it was nice to just let them hang out on a weird island for a bit! i really liked serafina (seraphina? idk) i think shes a cutie and her episode was fun (shoulda been a lance episode though, every day i wish that hookfoot wasnt in season 2). i get everyones problems with it and i agree, however i am willing to look past all the issues because i had fun

#i forgot that hookfoot existed when i was writing the answer to the first question #so im too lazy to change it now. but my answer is also hookfoot. #but thank you for the ask ily!!! i wrote so much for all of these oops