#and to be honest i think she would look pretty fucking good in that uniform too

[guardingthegalaxy]

Ohhh I would give up so much just to see 2018 Gamora in the guardians uniform, happy and thriving with her found family

#i miss her okay? #and to be honest i think she would look pretty fucking good in that uniform too #its a damn shame we never got to see it on the new gamora either #gamora #gotg vol3 #guardians of the galaxy vol 3

[peaachypie]

Payback

Warning :

(cnc, breeding kink, uniform/masked kink, dark!Miguel, p in V, cunnilingus, lactation kink, infidelity and i think that it)

" Coach Terry has a wife ?"

Miguel raise his head, stopping what he was working on.

" mh mh ! Her name is [Y/N], she is so nice, she has a kid too ! He does a lot of.... jokes about it"

" jokes ?"

" yeah, when we don't make enough point he says something like : if i knew kid will shoot that bad i wouldn't have use this excuse to save my marriage ! "

" ... what the..."

" I don't really understand but [Y/N] is so nice with us ... and pretty !"

Gabriella says happily, preparing her bag for her soccer training.

" with his face ? She can't be that pretty."

He says with a unamused chuckle.

" dad ! Don't be a meanie ! "

She scolds him with a frown.

" i'm just being honest."

He shrugs.

" you're just jealous "

She hum with a confident smile, Miguel groan slightly but with a soft smile. He doesn't take it in a wrong way.

" shut your mouth and eat."

" aye !"

She quickly stuff her mouth with food as the big man let out a sigh.

~~

Coming out of his car, Miguel give Gabi her bag as she run out to the changing room.

He walks slowly toward the bleachers.

" um excuse me "

He raise his eyes away from his phone with a slight annoyed stare, he isn't the social type of man. But his hard face quickly fade away as your sigh. He looks up and down at you, taking a good look on your hair, face and body. Especialy body.

" yes ?"

He answers finaly, putting away his phone.

You smile kindly at him. He sees your mouth open to talk but no sound come to his ears. Too focus on staring at you.

How could Terry pull a beautifull woman like you ?

Did you really have a child with this ... thing ?

Does your nipple are hard because of the wind or ?

What ?

He frown at his own mind comment.

He isn't the type of asking himself that, or even staring at a woman body. He doesn't feel guitly too long. He couldn't stop looking at you, he couldn't stop thinking on the fact that he is so much better than Terry.

He could make you scream his name, in every position, everywhere.

He takes a deep breath, he could feel his cock throbbing against his legs.

Dammit. It's been a while since he wanted someone that bad, and he isn't really patient about those thing.

He want you so bad, he want to see you cry on his cock. He want to see you beg for his cock.

The training start and quickly come to an end. His eyes switching to Gabriella then to you. Your ass seem so soft, and your breast so full of milk. He just want to relieve you by sucking your nipple.

He groan.

" fuck..."

~~

23:05 p.m

Gabriella was already in bed, everything was calm until the city needed him, well the city needed Spiderman.

He wasn't really in the mood, he wasn't known for being the " friendly neighborhood spiderman " .

His duty end quickly, beating up vilains wasn't what he prefer to do but it took off your body out of his mind.

He swing around the building before stopping somewhere high. Looking around until he see someone getting in trouble.

You.

He doesn't have any spidersense but if he had one, it would have been so excited right now.

" please ! Someone help ! "

You cry out at someone snatch your purse out of your hand. The vilain didn't run away, too slow for the hero who catch him easily with his web.

Miguel goes grab the purse, not without a dead stare and an agressive behavior.

He slowly goes to you, for you it was nothing.

For him, he was just holding himself from slamming you against the wall and pulling down your pantie down your legs.

" thanks you so much spiderman ..."

You smile to the masked hero, with a gratitude smile.

He keep his eyes on you.

Your tears.

He wasn't listening to his mind anymore, he doesn't care anymore.

" let me take you back to your place."

He goes to you and pick you up in his arm, shooting a web and flying around the city toward your apartment.

Opening the window was the easiest part of this. Putting back on your legs, you turn to him.

" thanks you, you're so-"

" nothing come for free."

He says in a hard voice.

" what ?"

" I need a payback. That fair for what i do in the city. Dont you think ?"

" but... i don't have any money"

" don't worry princesa."

He grab your face with his finger. Holding you.

" i'm not asking for money."

Your eyes widden at his word. One blink was enough to see how fast he was to ripped your dress in a half. You let out a whine as your breast are now exposed to the masked man.

" w...wait ! I ... i have a husband ! And-"

" and ? You want me to keep saving the city don't you ? Who knows maybe your husband will need my help."

You open your mouth to repost but the only sound who come out is a squeak as the hero deprograms his mask over his nose to take a lick on your hardden nipple. You try to move away from his grip, but Miguel hold you close against him. A second moan escape your lips as he take one of your nipple in his mouth, sucking and slighting bitting it. He let out a growl when the warm milk run down his throat.

He never felt this tight in his costume before.

Your hand stay on his shoulder, trying to push him without really trying ... you could do more than that. Was it the fear ?

You close your eyes, your legs shaking a bit as he keep the nipple in his mouth without forgetting the other, playing with it before giving each little buttons a lick.

You didn't dare open your eyes, fighting yourself not to ask for more, or to make too much noise about your forbidden pleasure.

The next thing you could feel was the pillow on your face when he throw you on the bed. Your stomach on the mattress and your legs spread on the edge of the bed.

" what are you ...! No !"

But he didn't listen, raising your dress over your ass. Kneeling in front of your private area, taking a smell on your pantie making your squirm.

He waited for this for so long, he though of this for so long everytime he would jerk off thinking of you. Moving your pantie to the side, his tongue find quickly the way toward your clit. Licking and sucking on it as you bite on your pillow. Tears falling down your cheek as he eat you out like a starved man. His tongue moving inside your gummy wall, sucking up your juice. Your wetness dripping under his chin.

" p...please...haangh...s...stop...."

You whisper quietly, to give yourself good conscience but not wanted it to end either.

" i...i'm sorry Ter...haaah...!"

You let out a scream when he start playing again with the little budge of nerves.

Turning your eyes to him, you looked at him.

Miguel was kneeling in front of your pussy, sucking it while moving his hand up and down his throbbing cock. Precum coming out his urethra.

It was so big, too big.

He get up again, slidding down your pantie on your ankle. Teasing your wet hole with his red tip.

You should scream, but you just press the pillow harder against your mouth.

He spread your pussy lips with one hand, the other holding his cock in front of your entrance.

" Fuck ... look at that, this pretty pussy all wet for me ... you were waiting for this uh ? Someone with a big cock to fill you up properly ? You wanted it, you waited to be fuck like a slut."

His voice is strict and hard, making your pussy clench on nothing. He let out a dark chuckle out of his lips. Pressing the tip at your entrance before slidding inside without putting force.

He groan between his teeth as you let out a moan in the pillow.

He didn't wait for you to get used to his shape. Putting his rough hand on your hips and pouding inside you like a beast.

You cry on the pillow.

" sorrysorrysorry...i'm...hanh ! Sorry...ha...haa...!"

Do you apologize for your infidelity or for loving it a bit too much ?

The wet sound of your pussy being filled up by the hero are the only sound filling the room. Tears falling just like your wetness down your legs.

You could feel the knot inside you getting bigger as he does firm circle around your puffy clit.

" taking me so well princesa..."

He groan, a mix of whimper and a growl.

" taking my cock so well ... is it better than your husband ? Stop apologizing and answers."

An hard slap on your ass wake you up from your bubble of pleasure.

" pleasepleaseplease ...!"

" are you begging me to stop or to cum ?"

" please...'me cum...! Ha...aaa...f...feels good...!"

" yeah ... it does feels good uh ? You want to cum uh ? Clenching around me like if you don't want me to take it out. You want me to make you a momma again ?"

" pleaseplease...'anna be a mom again..."

You cry out, your mind foggy. It was too much, the thrust, the circle around your clit.

Your eyes rolled back to your head as your legs start shaking. The knot in your stomach exploding in a powerfull orgasm.

Miguel groan, he was holding himself for too long. How was he suppose to hold when your pussy feel so tight around his cock ? He groan one last time before filling your womb full of his cum. He stay inside for a few minute before take a step back. Watching his semence dripping out your pussy.

" that a good girl. You did good for me."

He bend over to you, taking your hair to raise your head at him.

" that pussy is mine now."

You nod, obedient.

He was so violent, as if he wanted to mold your pussy to his shape.

He put a kiss on your forehead before putting you to bed, stroking your hair for a few second, then leaving quickly before your husband comes back.

~~

" dad ?"

Gabriella looks at him.

" yes ?"

He raise his eyes to his daughter.

" Coach Terry was angry today."

" was he ?"

" he said [Y/N] doesn't want to be in the same room as him, and that he knew his marriage was bulls-"

" don't you dare say the word."

" ... oke"

Gabriella pout before going back to her room.

Miguel turn back his eyes to what he was working on.

I should reward her for that. Seem like her pussy is really mine now.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut #dark miguel o'hara

[ponderingmoonlight]

Can you do a tengen uzui x jealous reader like she tells as if he’s been ignoring her and distant but at the end it’s all good

Hehe I love that request as I already wrote something pretty similar a loooong time ago and this is the perfect excuse to publish it. Hope you like it even though it's a little more than what you've requested <3

(y/n) finding out her boyfriend Uzui Tengen cheated on her he did not

Pairing: Tengen x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,7k

Synopsis: Catching your boyfriend Uzui Tengen with another woman mid-action shattered your heart into pieces and made you leave him without hesitation. But is what you've seen the whole true?

Warnings: mentions of cheating, language, this is one of the first fics I've ever written in english (worked on it last in june lol) so please let me know what you think, a loooot of angst, comfort in the end

The way his fingers linger through her hair makes your stomach turn. Tengen’s touch traces down her neck, to her shoulders, before grabbing her hips passionately. You know the look in his eyes all too well, the fire inside them. It is foreseeable what will happen next.

Of course you know, given the fact that you are his girlfriend, his fiancé to be precise. Only you should know these intimate truths about his behavior, that his fingers will trace around her bellybutton next before gently pressing against her lower back. But you’re standing in the ice cold rain at night while she sits on his lap and enjoys his caresses.

You’re heart goes numb, the only thing you are able to register is your own blood rushing through your ears and the heavy rain running down your spine. You never expected that he would cheat on you. He is an attractive and strong man that is well liked by the ladies, but you are a striking and powerful woman yourself. A hashira, a former kunoichi. You thought that was adequate for him, that you were enough for him. Well, obviously that was not the truth.

Actually, you shouldn’t have been here at all. He left for an important mission this evening, stating he’ll be back in the morning. He gave you his usual breathtaking smile, devoured you in his strong arms. He said he loved you. But how can he love you when he touches another woman like he touched you a few hours ago?  So the weird feeling that brought you here was right.

Thick anger begins to radiate through your whole body, making your hands shake uncontrollably. You can’t let him get away with this. You are far too valuable to put up with his behavior. He needs to know that you caught him, that you are well aware of his affair. And this bitch should know who she messed with. After all, his engagement ring is still sitting unmistakably on his finger. 

Without thinking twice, you toss your throwing knives into her direction with usual precision. You never miss your aim, not even when you whole body shakes in rage. She cries out cowardice, the sleeves of her kimono caught under your blades before she is able to touch his stupid perfect face.

Fuck. His heart begins to race in panic. Tengen doesn’t have to look up to know it’s you with your signature rushing past his ears. Why the hell are you here? He told you he’ll be back in the morning. Your enraged face makes him swallow noisily, the way your dark hair sticks to your face, your uniform soaking wet from the durable rainfalls of the night. You look like a kunoichi ready to kill.

“How could you?”, you breathe out, locking your eyes dreadfully with his.

It hurts him to see you like this. He swore to never hurt you, always keen to never break this promise. But now you’re standing in front of him, your face twisted in anger and pain, the veins on your forehead pulsate hazardously.

“(y/n), what are you doing here? Let’s talk about it at home.”

Another throwing knife crashes just millimeters from his ear into the wall behind him. Fuck, you’re absolutely furious. To be honest, he would be too if he were in your place. Damn, why are you here?

“Arrogant boy, this is the end. I will never speak a word to you again. We are strangers.”

He frowns. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This shouldn’t happen, you shouldn’t be here, you-

You are gone.

Frantically he jumps up from the futon, not the least bit interested in the cries of the woman behind him. Tengen’s mind races, his hands begin to tremble in pain. He knows you well enough to realize that you’ll make your words come true.

-(y/n)’s POV-

You run. Through the dusky forest, away from him and this sight. Your heart scorches with pain in your chest. How could he do that to you? If he at least told you the truth beforehand, if he had stated you that there was another woman for him…You would never had thought that Tengen Uzui is a cheater. He treated you so well, the loving gleam in his eyes seemed so convincing to you this morning.

Now it’s all a pile of shards. Your past, your future - all gone. Bitter tears of disappointment burn your eyes and mix with the pelting rain. You really thought you knew him, that you knew his heart better than anyone else. Oh, you were so wrong.

Your unfocused feet stumble under a root, making you fall to the ground before you are able to react. Your hands clench in the sodden forest floor while your face contorts in pain. No, it’s no longer possible. You can’t hold it back any longer. A pained, bloodcurdling scream echoes through the lonely woods. Tears now take your sight completely, desperately trying to forget what you just saw. You were always so strong, so confident, but now you feel like your emotions are ripping you apart from the inside. He tore your heart into a thousand pieces, you wish it would stop beating within your longing chest. Why? Why does he just throw your life away like that? You thought you gave him everything he needs. Was it not enough for him? Did you do something wrong?

Your gaze wanders up into the starry sky. No. You gave him everything you have. It’s not your fault that this coward can’t see what you’ve had in each other and decided to betray you. Stand up, pick yourself up from the dirt and keep your head held high for at least a moment. You stand up gradually and look ahead.

“Mayumi.”

Your crow immediately sits on your shoulder at the sound of its name, briefly rubbing its head against yours. Normally you’re both not good at expressing your feelings to each other, but today she seems to understand you without further words.

“Lead me the way to the butterfly estate, please.”

“Of course, (y/n)-san”, she squeaks immediately in response and flies in front of you a few meters ahead.

As always, you move quickly and gracefully through the opaque forest around you, so you soon arrive at the butterfly mansion. This is the only place you want to be right know. Shinobu is a good friend of yours, never pushy or too curious. She always seems to truly care about you and your wellbeing, even though you seem a bit cold to some people. She understands you – hopefully also this late at night.

You knock on the door stridently. There’s no way you’ll be going home tonight, not if he could be there. But what if she doesn’t open the door? Where should you go then? Maybe Rengoku, but you couldn’t stand his optimism, Mitsuri surely burst into tears, Sanemi-

“(y/n)-san, we didn’t expect to be honored by your presence tonight!”

The little girl in front of you, Sumi you assume, breaks out in a sweat.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t announce myself beforehand. Is there any way to talk to Shinobu-san and stay here for the night? Of course I don’t want to impose my-“

“That is absolutely no problem, we are honored to invite you for the night, (y/n)-san! Please let me show you your room and call Shinobu-san!”

“That would be perfect, thank you so much”, you even manage to gift her with a small and rare smile.

The little girl leads you to a small but well decorated room with a freshly made futon in the middle. This room would be anything but flamboyant enough for him…You shake your head rigorous. No, you need to stop thinking about him. He isn’t worth you thoughts, your tears, your time. What he did was unforgivable.

“I didn’t expect to welcome you at my estate this late my dear. Oh, you are soaking wet! Sumi, please bring our guest a fresh yukata!”, Shinobu’s kind voice echoes through the room.

“I’m truly sorry for interrupting your peace this late at night, I just couldn’t go home”, you reply bitterly while staring into the distance.

As much as you want to forget him, he always catches up with you. Damn, why is this so hard? Isn’t his betrayal enough to keep your strength and self-respect?

“You know that I would never impose myself, but you are always welcome here and if you need a talk, just call for me.”

“He betrayed me, Shinobu. I saw him with another woman tonight”, you breathe out.

Her eyes widen in horror. Now she understands why you visit her in such a state. Without hesitation, she crosses the room and sits next to you on the futon.

“I shouldn’t feel sad, ashamed or guilty. What have I done? Why did he feel the need to run into another woman’s arms? I know my worth, Shinobu, but it truly haunts me. I really thought he loved me, I thought we had a future. It just…hurts.”

The cracking of your unusual composed voice causes Shinobu’s heart to drown in compassion. Oh, you didn’t deserve this at all. Even though you seemed a little cold from time to time, she knew too well that you have a heart of gold. You could always be counted on – both in combat and in private. As a former kunoichi it wasn’t easy for you to break with your old habits from time to time. Nevertheless, all other Hashira knew how dearly you loved Tengen. You two were even engaged. How? How can he just throw all of that away?

“I thought Oyakata-sama entrusted him with a mission tonight. Oh, (y/n), please…Don’t you ever blame yourself for the things you have seen. You are a truly outstanding woman with striking beauty and a heart of gold. Any man would be lucky to have you by his side. It’s not your fault in any way that he can’t see your worth!”

Her words leave you speechless for a moment, tears swell up in your eyes once more. The emptiness he left inside you makes it hard to breathe. Now that Shinobu has said it again and you’re sitting in her mansion, it’s getting too real. You will never wake up next to him, soak in his sleep drunken smile, his arms will never wrap around your waist so tightly again. You loved him so much. His betrayal shattered your heart into a million pieces.

  “I loved him and our life together so much. We-we…we wanted to get married next year in the cherry blossom season. All the things he said to me were worthless, as well as the life we built up together. He threw it away this night. He hasn’t even tried to explain himself for me, he just said that he will talk to me at home.”

You can’t help yourself. Crying seems to be the only thing that feels right at the moment. Shinobu holds onto your shaking frame tightly, not daring to let go of you for even a second. No, you didn’t deserve this. But if this is what you need, she will gladly sit beside you and hold you in silence until your heart feels lighter. 

A ray of sunlight hits you in your face harshly. Your eyes seem to be glued together, you are only able to open them with difficulty. A gaze around makes you realize immediately that you are at the butterfly estate, with Shinobu curled up in a small ball on the futon next to you, breathing softly. The pain of this night hits you like a wall all over again when your sleep-drunken brain begins to realize why you are laying here and not in Tengen’s arms.

“Important message! Important message! Oyakata-sama desires to see all the Hashira for an important meeting at his estate! Please hurry!”

The sound of Shinobu’s crow wakes her up from her sleep immediately.

“Oh, I must have fallen asleep here. I hope you didn’t feel disturbed by me, (y/n). A meeting you say? But we just met. Well, maybe something important has happened. We shouldn’t let them wait any longer!”

Your stomach twists in disgust. A meeting of all Hashira means that Tengen must come too. No, you’re not ready to see him yet, you might break down when his gaze wanders to yours. Your hands start shaking all over again.

“(y/n), listen. I understand your anxiety at the thought of this meeting, but it’s not worth making you feel this way – he is not worth making you feel this way. You are the strongest woman I know with a tough will that is unmatched. If anyone is capable of coming forward immediately after a betrayal like this, it’s you. He doesn’t deserve the pleasure of your grief. Stand up, put on your uniform and clean your face from the stain of tears. You are strong, you are brave and you are a Hashira. You are more than enough by yourself, (y/n).”

Shinobu is right. You are a warrior, your abilities outstand those of other demon slayers by far. It is not your reputation or attitude to let your grief show. Tengen should see what he has lost.

“Give me 10 minutes to get myself ready. I’ll meet you outside”, you instruct Shinobu with your usual firm voice.

You put on your uniform, wash your face and brush your hair. In the mirror you look like the woman you generally are. Only the faint hint of dark circles and your slightly red-shot eyes tell a trained gaze that you’ve had a rough night. As you position your throwing knives in your belt, you lift your head with one last look in the mirror and step out into the fresh air of the morning.

You will get through this meeting and build your own future afterwards.

-the meeting-

Tengen is uneasy and more than concerned. You didn’t come home tonight. Well, considering what you saw it would have surprised him if you had, admittedly. But where are you? Are you alright? Dark circles decorate his face. As if he could have just closed one eye not knowing where you have been. You weren’t supposed to see him like this, in the arms of another woman. He knows you well enough to be aware of the fact that he is dead for you. But he has to explain himself, you have to at least give him a chance to see you, to talk to you. Will you be present at today’s meeting? No matter how hurt you are, your sense of duty will surely not let you miss it.

“Shinobu, (y/n), it is so nice to see you again! I feared you might not come when Uzui showed up alone!”, Rengoku’s strong voice shouts out.

His eyes snap up immediately to catch a glimpse of you. Damn, you look so good. Even with the slightly blood-shot eyes that betray your flawless face, you’re appearance is still breathtaking and composed. But your eyes don’t even look for him in the crowd of Hashira. Instead, you greet Rengoku with a small smile.

“Well, the last time wasn’t too long ago. I wonder why we meet again so soon. Something important must have happened”, you reply calmly.

You can sense him immediately, the way his eyes dart all over your body the second Rengoku announces your entrance. Your heart almost beats out of your chest, your knees go soft as butter. A new wave of aching and wrath washes over you and leaves you dizzy. No, you must stay focused. Don’t let him throw you off course.

“Welcome, my children. Please join me inside, the clouds in the sky look like rain”, Oyakata-sama announces calmly.

Out of instinct, you bow down in front of him immediately. You didn’t even see or hear him coming. Focus on the meeting, don’t look at him. You will get through this.

Shinobu gently grabs your arm and pulls you back up to follow the rest of the Hashira inside.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you”, she gently murmurs into your ear.

You can’t help but gift her with a smile and squeeze her arm softly. You can’t thank her enough for being such a great support to you during this difficult time. Will you ever be able to reciprocate with her?

“Thank you for blessing me with your presence, even though we just met a few weeks ago. I’ve tasked Tengen with a special mission that will bring us closer to our goal of finding and slaying Muzan Kibutsuji alongside his Upper and Lower Moons. Tengen, would you mind explaining to all of us what you have accomplished?”

Out of instinct, you glare at Tengen’s back in front of you while your mind is battling uncontrollably. A special mission? Closer to our goal of finding and slaying Muzan Kibutsuji? Why didn’t you know about all this? What mission does Oyakata-sama mean?

“I have been observing and investigating the area around the entertainment district for some time. Unexplained deaths, countless attacks in the nights, women that leave without explaining. A place that only comes alive in the darkness seemed like the perfect place for a demon, maybe even an upper ranked one. And given the fact that I am the flashiest men within the pillars, I decided to examine further. I talked to the women there and let my flamboyant charm play so that they dared to tell me something. Tonight I was able to find out that one of the oiran seems to be particularly cruel and females who got in her way always mysteriously disappeared or were found dead. Unfortunately, I could not find out the name of said woman, but I am almost certain that she is a part of the Upper Moons.”

You threaten to spill the contents of your stomach down Giyu’s neck in front of you. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Is that why he met this woman? Is that why he put up with her caresses, to get information? Your ears are ringing deafeningly loud while you can’t help but stare at Tengen in disbelief. All of this pain, his betrayal, your tears, all of this was a lie?

“Oh my…”, Shinobu breathes out next to you, covering her mouth with her hand.

Is that really true? Was all of this for nothing? Now what are you supposed to do with this information? Your head begins to spin in confusion.

You need to get out. Now.

“Sorry, I need a moment”, you mumble under your breath, stumbling awkwardly into the direction of the door.

“(y/n), wait!”, his strong voice shouts behind you.

The last thing you want to do right now is talk. You are absolutely confused and furious. If it was all about a damn mission, why didn’t he tell you before he flirted with that woman? He hasn’t told you a word about his investigations. Not.a.single.word. You thought you were partners, you trust him with your life. Why did it have to come to this?

“(y/n)…”

You see nothing but red. With a swift motion, your small frame lunges over and pins him to the text wall, your throwing knife pressed against his neck.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

For the first time since last night, your eyes lock with his. Oh, he looks absolutely gorgeous with his hair a little messy and his sorrow-filled gaze. But no, you can’t break your façade now. He trampled on your trust, your feelings, your relationship.

“I’m sorry I had nothing to say that night, but it was-“

“That night? You lied to me the whole time! You infiltrated the entertainment district every day for weeks without telling me! How can I trust you? How do I know that what I saw last night was just an act?”, your toe-curling yelling echoes through the estate of Oyakata-sama.

Fuck, you couldn’t care less about the fact that everyone just heard you. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, desperate for air. Suddenly he grabs your arm smoothly with one hand, turns you around and now pushes your frame against the wall he used to lean on a moment ago. Your throwing knife falls to the ground rustling.

“I did this to protect you!”, he taunts tormented, his face now only inches away from yours.

“You don’t need to protect me, I’m a pillar-“

“This ain’t no walkin’, (y/n). It’s one of the upper moons, the strongest demons to ever exist. Exposing you to this danger, allowing you to interfere…I wouldn’t be able to look at myself in the mirror anymore if I’d allowed that”, he interrupts you with unusual low voice.

“I thought you were cheating on me, that everything we built was a lie. When I saw you in her arms…”

You have to stop mid-sentence with hot tears swelling up your eyes once more. This night was the ultimate hell for you. If felt like you’re dying from within every time your thoughts wandered to him of their own accord. You tried to be strong and independent, told yourself over and over again that you don’t need him when in reality, all you hoped for was for this to be a misunderstanding.

“I would never cheat on a woman as flamboyant as you. (y/n), I hope you understand that I had no other choice. Both you and me know all too well that you couldn’t have held back, risking the mission’s success along with your life. Let me handle that, trust your flashy fiancé and his skills”, he whispers, gently caressing your cheek.

God, his touch burns like a thousand fires on your skin. All this time you thought you’d never get that pleasure again. You can’t help but snuggle your face in his hand, eyes closed to allow yourself this intimate moment. While you won’t easily forgive him for keeping you in the dark, you’re just glad that your dark fears of tonight are not reality.

“Just be glad I missed on purpose”, you mutter into his hand.

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[faggot-vampire-dies-epicly]

Under the flashing lights

Summary: You return to your hometown for the holidays and reconnect with Vanessa. | Words: 4.361K

Warnings: Fluff, references of abandonment, some daddy issues, kissing, anxiety, insecurities, a bad break up, miscommunication, guilt. Fem!Reader.

A/N: This was supposed to be short. I'll be honest, I don't like this, I don't think it's good. I'm so sorry this took so fucking long, I'm never writing a holiday themed fic again; this was way too silly to be this hard to write. Sorry for the fuckass quality on the header, lmao.

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You stepped outside the station, feeling the cold, crisp air fill your lungs. It had been a while since you'd been in your hometown, and you didn't remember it being this cold in December.

You sighed, your breath turning into white mist. It was freezing, snow coating the streets. You cursed quietly, you had told your mom you didn't need a ride.

It was strange, really. How you had let your mother convince you of visiting her and your step-dad for the holidays. You normally would have refused in any way you could, but something was different this year.

It had been a long, tiring year. Your long term girlfriend had dumped you after you had lost your job. Then your cat had died, and you were feeling more lost than ever.

When your mother reached out to you to invite you to spend the holidays with them, you hesitated for the first time in years. 

The relationship between you and your mom had always been sort of difficult, and the fact that she remarried almost immediately after your dad left was something you weren't willing to forgive just yet.

But you were exhausted after everything. Something inside you told you that maybe this time spending the holidays with them was worth it.

You shivered, wrapping your coat tightly around your body. The town was like you always remembered it. Dull, gray and frankly, odd. Growing up here was the least exciting part of your life.

You stood outside the station waiting for a taxi to come by, but with no avail. It seemed like the streets were empty aside from the families who were waiting for their loved ones inside the station, their cars parked outside.

You considered asking for a ride when you heard a sweet, almost familiar voice behind you.

“Everything okay?” You turned around, finding a police officer standing right there.

Blonde hair tied in a ponytail, green eyes and a tiny, polite smile on her lips. She was wearing a green wool trucker jacket over her police uniform.

“Oh,” you breathed out, feeling your cheeks heat up. She was really, really pretty. 

“I, um. I was hoping to take a taxi,” you said awkwardly, fiddling with the pockets of your jacket. The police officer hummed, looking thoughtful.

“No, that won't do,” she murmured. Your eyes widened. 

“Excuse me?”

“There aren't many taxis here, I'm sure you have noticed by now,” she chuckled and you frowned.

“Great,” you murmured. “There's always something with this stupid town.”

The officer raised her eyebrows, “local?”

You remain silent for a moment. “Something like that. I grew up here.”

She nodded, eyeing you curiously. She looked like she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how to go about it. Ultimately, she smiled at you and put her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Well, you need a ride… and I can give you one. Where are you headed?”

You tensed up, turning to face the officer. “Sorry?”

She laughs, “I said, where are you headed? My shift is almost over and it looks like it’s gonna storm.” You gazed at the sky for a moment, she was right.

“You’re offering me a ride?” You asked, confused. She seemed amused at your confusion. 

“Yes, miss, I’m offering you a ride.” 

You licked your lips. The wind was getting stronger, and you could feel the chill penetrating through your coat. The station seemed to have emptied, and the few people that remained were starting to leave with their families. On one hand, you could always wait under the cold and hope that a taxi showed up, you could also walk, but the snow was already making things slick and the taxi situation didn’t seem to be improving. You took a look at the officer, who gave you a small smile, and you sighed. She seemed trustworthy enough.

Knowing that she was probably your best bet, you sighed. “Alright, I’ll take it.”

She nodded politely, smiling still. “Come, my car is this way.” 

She guided you through the parking lot, opening the door for you when you reached her patrol car. Before you could say anything, a gust of icy wind hit you and you shivered. She gave you an understanding look, “We better get going before the weather gets too bad,” she said with a hint of sympathy in her tone. 

You grumbled in embarrassment, climbing on the car. She positioned herself behind the wheel, the car rumbling to life with a steady hum.

You gave her your home address, and she pulled onto the road ahead. You sat there in silence, contemplating what you were doing in a stranger’s car.

“You look awfully familiar,” she said, and you snapped out of your thoughts. She stopped at a red light, waiting for it to turn green.

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean that I think I’ve seen you before…” She said thoughtfully, eyes focusing on your features. You felt your cheeks heat up at her staring. She looked at you for a moment longer before focusing back on the road. 

"Really now?" You asked after taking a deep breath, you were getting curious. 

You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was something about her that seemed familiar, too.

A few seconds of silence passed, the car still weaving its way through traffic, the engine humming in a steady, quiet rhythm.

"Wait a minute..." She said suddenly, a look of realization appearing on her face. "Wow, how could I forget!”

You stared at her, mildly confused. “You are Y/N! We went to the same English class in high school. You were always talking about Lord of the Rings.” She said, grinning.

You blushed in embarrassment, “ah, yeah. I… eventually grew out of it.” 

She eyed you expectantly as you tried to remember who this woman could be. 

She chuckled. “You don't remember me, huh?” 

She had said it in an amused tone, but you could see a little flicker of disappointment in her eyes. You tried harder, closing your eyes. Then it hit you, she was the pretty blonde girl who always sat near the window, the one who made you realize you were attracted to girls.

“You're… Vanessa,” you opened your eyes, slightly surprised. “You used to sit by the window. Always wearing a green flannel.” 

She smiled brightly. “Yes, yes! That was me!”

You huffed a laugh, it was incredible. You had run into your gay awakening, and she was giving you a ride home. Fifteen-year-old you would have gone into shock.

“I can't believe you remember the color of my flannel,” she said in a teasing tone. You hummed, blushing slightly.

“Well, I can't believe you remember my obsession with Lord of the Rings,” you chuckled.

Her eyes widened a little, her mouth slightly agape. After a moment of hesitation and gesturing awkwardly, she finally managed to say something. "Well, you always stood out to me." Her voice carried a hint of nervousness, a soft pink tint on her cheeks.

You were left stunned for a moment. She had noticed you back then.

“Oh,” you breathed out. 

“Sorry, too weird?” She asked, with an awkward chuckle. You were quick to reassure her. 

“Oh, no, not at all. I… I noticed you too.” She gave you a gentle smile, almost shyly, before stopping the car. 

“Well… we’re here.” Your gaze drifted from her to the window. It was true, you were parked outside your house, you sighed. While you silently removed the seat belt, you could feel Vanessa’s gaze on you. You fought off a smile as you exited the car.

Vanessa lowered the window and asked, "Is there a chance we might run into each other again?" A beat passed in silence, and you finally spoke, your voice soft and your smile sincere. "Probably," you replied, hoping that you were right. "Hopefully," you added, making her smile in response.

“Thanks for the ride.” She nodded and then licked her lips. “No problem, I like doing favors for pretty girls like you.” 

You looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up from the compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you flirted back and she scowled playfully, blushing. “Maybe you could give me your number, so I can thank you later?” You leaned against the car.

Vanessa giggled softly, her scowl breaking into a shy smile. “Oh, I’d love to.” 

You entered your parent’s house after parting ways with Vanessa.  You answered your mother's questions with monosyllables, a small smile playing on your lips. She had asked, of course, but you weren't about to tell her that you had run into your high school crush and she had given you a ride home and also her number. Instead, you just brushed it off as being happy to visit her and your stepdad, nothing more. As you went up to your room, your smile only grew wider. It had been ages since you had felt this way, and you were sure the feeling wouldn’t go away soon.

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” That’s what people always said, you just rolled your eyes whenever you heard it, unable to understand how that could be true.

Until you experienced it yourself.

Vanessa had called, inviting you for lunch and of course you accepted. You didn’t expect to be returning home past midnight. Your mother had asked you to return home early so you could help plan the upcoming Christmas Eve party, but time had slipped away and now you were late, too late. This had been happening since you had arrived in town. She called and you always went. You couldn’t get enough.

You unlocked the door as silently as you could and tiptoed all the way to your room, but before you could enter the safe space, someone touched your shoulder.

You swallowed a scream and quickly turned around. It was your stepdad. You sighed, unsure if it was out of relief or annoyance. He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

“My bad, I wasn’t planning on being this late,” you muttered, he just nodded. After a while he spoke up. 

“What’s going on?” You tried not to blush.

“I was with, uh… someone,” you explained, a little embarrassed. 

His eyes widened slightly. You had expressed a disdain for dating and seeing other people after your ex had left you. “Oh, uhm…” He scratched his head awkwardly. “Okay.” 

He turned around and went to his room. You stood there, cursing under your breath. The interaction had made you second guess everything. Were you genuinely ready to start seeing people again? 

Next morning, you leaned against the kitchen counter as your mom scolded you for your late arrival, you just remained silent.

“I had to organize the entire thing myself! Could you at least help me decorate the house?” 

You hummed in agreement, watching as she stressfully scrambled the eggs. 

“Can… Can I invite someone?” Your mom snapped her head in your direction, and you could feel your stepdad lift his gaze from the paperwork, his eyes now drilling into the back of your neck. You shifted your feet nervously, and it took all your willpower not to bolt back into your room.

In the end they agreed, and you had immediately texted Vanessa to invite her. She happily accepted, and you knew you had to give all you had to decorate that damn house.

Christmas Eve finally arrived. The guests started arriving and you had to receive them. You had to hug people you hadn’t seen in literal years.

As hours passed, your excitement to see Vanessa dimed. She hadn’t answered your texts, and she didn’t seem to have any intentions in coming to the party. You quietly opened the front door and slipped out onto the porch, making sure not to attract your mom's attention.

You sighed, resting your forehead on one of the porch’s pillars, the soft murmur of “Last Christmas” filling your eyes. It was cold, too cold for your liking. You considered going back inside and enduring all the loud noises and flashy lights.

“Not a fan of parties?” Vanessa’s voice startled you, and you turned around. Her hair was down, and she was wearing her wool trucker jacket over a beige sweater. You sighed, closing the distance with a hug which she quickly reciprocated. 

“I thought you weren’t going to come,” you pulled away slightly to look at her.

She chuckled softly, “Are you kidding? Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You nuzzled your head onto the crook of her neck.

You hummed, staying silent for a moment. “Good,” you murmured against her neck as her soft hair brushed onto your face. “Because I don’t think I would survive this party without you being here with me.”

You heard the way Vanessa’s breath caught and smiled. 

“Sorry for being late,” she said softly. “I got called in for an emergency. Some moron was drunk driving, crashed into a light pole, and then invaded a family's house to avoid getting arrested.”

You winced softly at Vanessa’s explanation. "Some nights are just like that," you replied softly, leaning your head against hers, taking in the scent of her shampoo.

"Did they catch him?" you asked as you pulled away from her body and looked into her eyes. They glistened under the Christmas lights, and your heart skipped a beat.

Vanessa's cheeks reddened slightly as you leaned closer to her, and she pulled away slightly to look at you better. She gave you a sheepish smile and you couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked when she blushed.

She softly brushed the back of her hand against your cheek, feeling the heat that had spread across your skin. She stared at you for a moment, a soft look in her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” she spoke softly as she ran her down slowly from your face to your neck. “They caught him before I even arrived at the scene. One of the kids inside the house threw cold water at him, hopefully that’ll teach him a lesson.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. Vanessa grinned.

You stayed in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other's presence. The voices inside the house got louder, and you checked your watch. 

“It’s Christmas,” you said. She looked back at the house, where the sounds of music and laughter filled the air. She smiled, and turned back to look at you. “It’s Christmas,” she repeated softly, eyes lingering on yours.

She grabbed your hands softly and pulled you closer to the entrance door. It was closed, you had made sure of it when you retreated from the party. You frowned slightly, a little confused and she chuckled at your expression.

She gave you an amused look as she pointed up. You lifted your gaze, realizing that hanging from the top part of the door frame was a small sprig of mistletoe. You felt your cheeks flush deeply, all the cold you had felt before disappearing instantly. You shifted your feet, unsure of what to do or say. It wasn’t that you didn’t want, but you felt that sting of insecurity from the previous days return. Were you really ready for this? The last time you had dated someone it hadn’t ended well.

Vanessa noticed your mood change, and her eyes softened. “It’s only a mistletoe,” she said as she brushed your chin with her fingers. “You don’t have to take the kiss if you don’t want to.”

"It's not that, I…" You sighed, looking away from her in shame. "The last relationship I had… Well, the break up was messy." She remained silent, waiting for you to continue. "I don't feel like I'm ready to kiss you just yet.”

Vanessa nodded slowly, her fingers softly tracing your jawline. “That’s alright,” she said softly, hiding the disappointment in her voice the best she could. “I won’t push you to do anything you’re not ready for. We can keep things at your pace.”

Before you could answer, the door opened and your mother came into view. It seemed like she wanted to say something but the words got stuck in her mouth. You felt a shiver of embarrassment run down your spine and you pulled away from Vanessa’s warmth. 

“Mom…” You said, sounding exasperated. She mumbled a quick apology, and then introduced herself to Vanessa. You stood there awkwardly while they talked. Vanessa smiled politely at your mom, side-eyeing you from time to time. When your mom offered her to come into the party, she declined gently. 

“I have to go home and rest anyway; I have an early shift,” she shrugged, turning her head to face you.

You felt like she was giving you the chance to say something else, but you just nodded, uncomfortable. 

She waved you and your mom goodbye and disappeared into the cold night.

"Why didn't you introduce us to your new girlfriend?" your mom asked a little accusingly. "She's not my girlfriend," you said, quickly brushing past her and making your way to your room. You heard her sigh loudly but you didn’t care, there was a lump forming on your throat.

As you collapsed on your bed, you started to wonder if it wouldn't have been better to just have kissed Vanessa instead of letting your insecurities win.

You didn’t hear from Vanessa until a couple of days later. You were lying in bed, ruminating on your poor decision-making when she sent you a message. 

‘Sorry for bailing on you.’

You jumped out of your bed, grabbing your phone to confirm that you weren't hallucinating. You read the message one, twice, thrice, and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You hadn’t ruined everything after all.

You quickly texted her back and everything went back to how it was before.

You were still worried of saying or doing something that could push Vanessa away again. Not because she gave signs that it could happen, but because you were afraid that something like what happened with your ex could occur again.

Vanessa was way different from your last relationship. She was more accepting of your personality, your desires, your likes and dislikes, and most importantly, she was patient with you. So long as you didn't do something drastic, you believed that she would accept you. But that "something drastic" was always within the realm of possibility, wasn't it? That nagging thought loomed over you like a dark cloud waiting to rain down on your happiness.

Days passed, the insecurity of ruining things was still very present in your mind, even when you were hanging with Vanessa.

Vanessa could feel something was wrong. You seemed distracted and worried, but she couldn't pinpoint what exactly. She knew that your last relationship had been disastrous, but she had tried everything in her power to make you comfortable.

You couldn't help it. You were paranoid that one mistake could ruin everything. Vanessa's patience was thinning, she wanted to continue with whatever was going on between you she couldn't understand why you were still so reluctant. Maybe it was time to have a conversation. Vanessa knew you well, she knew you had a hard time expressing your feelings. But she also knew how important talking about this for the both of you.

She decided to make a last effort, and invite you to spend New Years Eve with her.

You accepted immediately.

She picked you up at your house, and you knew your mom would make embarrassing comments later with the way she looked at you before you closed the door.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were glad Vanessa had thought you were worthy of spending the night with her. You smiled softly when you got in the car, and Vanessa’s eyes sparked with delight at the sight of you.

“So, where are we going?” You asked while you fastened your seat belt.

“It’s a surprise,” she chuckled, steering the car towards the main street.

She took you to a nice restaurant for dinner, and afterward, you both headed to the town center together.

She took you for a stroll in the park, where you walked in a tree-lined avenue.

You could feel her gaze on you, but you didn’t dare to meet her eyes. “Something is going on with you,” she said, and you took a deep breath.

“What makes you say that?”

Vanessa stopped on her tracks, and you did too. “What makes me say it?” She said, baffled. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you’ve been acting like you need to be walking on eggshells everytime we see each other!”

You winced and looked away. She was right, and you knew it. The past days had been an emotional rollercoaster for the both of you. You couldn’t deny her logic, and you realized she was probably frustrated by your change of behavior.

"I just… I don’t want to make the same mistake again,” you whispered, gaze fixated on your shoes.

Her face softened.

"Sweetheart, there was never a mistake to begin with.”

Her words took you by surprise. She was so nonchalant about the worries that you’d been harboring that you felt like some of that weight was lifted off your shoulders. But not all of it.

“You don’t understand,” you said, a hint of desperation in your voice. “My last relationship– It ended so suddenly. She left, and I couldn’t do anything.” You let out a huge breath and closed your eyes. “I failed.” 

Vanessa reached out to you, taking your hands in hers. You opened your eyes, but still looked away. “You didn’t fail,” she said softly. 

“It takes two to make a relationship work, it’s not your fault.” 

She knew that you thought the way your former relationship ended was all your fault. That you somehow fucked up and that had driven your ex away, but she also hoped that you would see things differently through her eyes. 

“You don’t need to be perfect all the time, it’s okay to be yourself. It’s okay to let go.” She tried to convey in her voice her understanding. She knew the guilt and pain you were going through, and she wanted to help you let go of it. 

Vanessa’s words felt warm, comforting. Her voice was so soft and soothing. But deep down, you really couldn’t let go of the thought that this could end up just like your last relationship. 

But Vanessa was different, wasn’t she? You knew she actually liked you, with flaws, insecurities and all. The pain of being left behind left a deep wound on you, but with Vanessa the pain had started to fade away. 

“Are you sure?” You asked, finally meeting her gaze after what had felt like ages. 

She smiled at you, squeezing your hands. “Of course. Absolutely.” She licked her lips, thinking for a moment before speaking again. “You don’t need to worry about making some big mistake that will ruin what we have, I swear. You can be yourself around me. You deserve it.”

Her eyes sparkled with warmth, and love and the sudden surge of overwhelming relief was too much. You sighed, and leaned on her, burying your face against her shoulder. Vanessa chuckled as she wrapped her arms around you. It felt like the dark cloud hanging above your head was finally parting after the huge storm.

“So, what do you say?” She spoke softly. “Do you want to officially go on a date with me?”

She pulled away to look at you, “Maybe tomorrow, at that café down the street from your parent’s house?”

You smiled, “why not count this as a date?” You offered, and she beamed. 

“I’d love that.”

She brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear and your heart skipped a beat. She glanced at your lips while licking hers, and finally asked. “Can I kiss you?”

You gave her a nervous smile, and nodded.

It was gentle, but firm, like she wanted to make sure it felt good, that it felt right. It lingered, maybe for a few seconds more than necessary, but you understood. She had been yearning for you for a while, and it felt amazing to be that close to her.

“I assume I can keep kissing you after this?” She whispered against your mouth and you laughed, shoving her playfully.

“You most definitely can,” you answered, rolling your eyes.

She bit her lip, and took your hand. “Come, people are starting to gather in the town’s square.” 

“The town’s square? Is that the surprise?” 

“Yep,” she gave you a cocky smile and you felt like kissing her off of her face.

You followed her giddily through the crowd. A lot of people were already gathered there. “What is this? New York?” You murmured and that drew a laugh out of Vanessa. 

“You’ll see,” she said, squeezing your hand. 

You two finally arrived at the front of the crowd, to what appeared to be a huge tripod made of wood, holding a bell.

“A bell?” You asked, incredulously. 

“They make the bell ring twelve times when midnight arrives,” she explained as you frowned.

“This didn’t happen when we were younger,” and she shook her hear. “It’s a new thing,” she chuckled. “It’s supposed to attract more tourists.” 

You scratched your head, “is it working?” 

She turned to face you, giving you a huge grin. “Nope!”

You laughed, leaning onto her shoulder. The square began to get incredibly crowded, so you held Vanessa’s hand more tightly.

The noise and the cheers were starting to get louder as midnight approached, and you both gazed up to the contraption. 

Maybe this wasn’t some extravagant New Year celebration like in the city where you lived, but being next to Vanessa, surrounded by her warmth definitely made it feel special. And when midnight struck and they rang the bell, you stood on your tiptoes to kiss her again. 

Maybe this year would be better.

A/N: Reblogs are appreciated. Btw I really had a hard time writing this, so I would really appreciate some feedback because I feel like I did really bad on this one lmao.

#fnaf #vanessa shelly #fnaf movie #vanessa shelly x reader #elizabeth lail

[yuken-gf]

hair tie // yuken x reader

Genre: fluffy, high school, enemies to lovers (?)

Pairing: Yuken x fem!reader

Summary: Borrowing your hair tie is Yuken's daily routine.

Words count: 1257

TW: blood, wounds, slight capitalism (?), harsh words, yuken is annoyingly cute ugh😮‍💨😒

NOTES: English isn’t my first language, and this hasn’t been proofread yet. I’m sorry if there are any grammatical error(s).

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“I’m starting to think that you’re actually collecting my hair ties, Yuken.” You sighed. It’s about the fifth time this week Yuken asked to borrow your hair tie. It never came back to you! He just lost it by accident!

“He is.” Sachio nods. “He—”

“No, I’m not!” Yuken is very quick to respond, it’s almost like he knew what Sachio was going to say.

“One time you lost it, that’s normal. Two times you lost it? Still normal for me. But this is the fifth time, Yuken. Fifth time.” You shook your head in disbelief. Looking up and down at Yuken who’s standing right in front of you.

“I really lost it. Come on, tomorrow we have a fight.” Yuken is frustrated. It’s so entertaining for Sachio.

“Can I come?” You asked, eyes sparkling. 

“Absolutely not.” Sachio and Yuken are in sync. They’re staring at you now.

“Damn.” You giggled.

“Give me your hair tie.” Yuken said again.

“Why do you need it so much?” You asked him. Sachio knows. Everybody knows. You, however, are dumb enough to be so oblivious about it.

“Come on, I’ll use it as my lucky charm.” Yuken is still begging.

Sachio watches you both, holding his smile because you and Yuken are so silly and cute at the same time. The dynamic is so weird but perfectly acceptable. It’s like the universe agree on you and Yuken.

“Why would you even need a lucky charm?” You hand him two new hair ties. You know that he’s going to ask for hair tie again today.

“It’s a lucky charm. Give me that one,” Yuken points at the hair tie that you’re wearing right now.

“Ha?” You are genuinely confused. “This old one?” You pull it from your hair and show the loose and used hair tie to him.

“Yeah. Give me that one.” Yuken smiles.

“Weird ass kink.” You sighed, handing the hair tie to Yuken. “Make sure you win, then.”

“Of course.” Yuken looks so happy. “See you tomorrow, Y/N! Thank you.” He waves at you.

“See you, Y/N.” Sachio is also waving at you.

“Kick some ass.” You smile at them, waving back.

“Yes, Ma’am!” Yuken laughed.

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Y/N is peacefully enjoying her afternoon in her balcony. She bought an ice cream when she was walking home. Now, it is time to enjoy the view with some  ice cream. The peace wasn’t long though!

Y/N saw Yuken who’s walking to her house. “The fuck?” You narrowed your eyes, unsure if it’s Yuken or not. He stares back at you; his face is swollen and pretty much wounded from the fight he had earlier.

“You look like shit, Yuken!” You shouted from your balcony.

“Thank you! I know I’m hot!” Yuken shouted back before one of Y/N’s maid let him in. You just shook at his reply.

You grabbed the nearest medicine box and wait for Yuken in your room. Took him not so long, he opens your bedroom door and smiles widely. “You’re going to wait until I finish my ice cream.” You put a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. 

He closed the door, “Give me some.” Yuken is about to grab the spoon but you’re fast enough to avoid him. “Give me some, Y/N!”

You are still standing up, you walk to him and feed him half a spoon of ice cream because you’re feeling generous. “Why are you still in your uniform?” Yuken asked after swallowing the ice cream.

“For the afterschool vibes, to be honest.” You admitted. “Did you win?”

“Yes, we won.” Yuken smiles. “Thanks to the lucky charm.”

You finished the ice cream by feeding the last spoon to Yuken. “Good boy.” You acted like you praise a baby. Or dog.

You bring your medicine box and place it on the bed, next to where he sits. You began to untie his hair, about to redo it because you’re not sure you’ll survive with his messy hair. He looks a little too good.

“What are you doing?” Yuken whines.

“Restyling your hair, dumbass.” You tie his hair with your old hair tie a.k.a. his lucky charm. “Take off your damn glasses.”

“I have more rizz with it.” He complains but still taking it off anyway.

You look down on him and tilt his chin up with your fingers gently, “You have more rizz without it.”

Yuken swears he almost lost it there. His heart is pounding too fast, he feels like he’s going to die right now. “I’ll take it off more often when you’re around then.” He giggles, covering his nervousness.

“You’re so in love with me.” You smile and begin to clean his wounds. You cursed inside your head, how on earth did someone manage to look extremely good and hot after got beaten up by some gang? Or is it just you who’s sick in the head?

Yuken laughs, “And if I am?” He pulls you closer by hugging your waist.

“Do I really have that kind of rizz?” You joke.

“Ultimate w rizz, Y/N. Even the girls are in love with you.” Yuken squinted his eyes a little when you dab a little too hard on his wound. He’s looking down when you prepare for the iodine, he laughs at the length of your skirt. “Are the teachers are still calling you out for that thigh-length skirt?”

“You know, I just shut them up by giving some charity money for the school.” You admitted your capitalism situation. Your parents work in another continent, money is flooding but they’re never home.

“You’re insane.” Yuken laughed. You slightly forced his head to look up again so you can give his wounds some iodine. You do it slowly this time, want to take the time to enjoy the view.

“The only thing that get me insane is you.” You are still focusing on his wounds, not realizing the poor guy who is dumbfounded right now. You put on some band-aids to the small but deep wounds that are most likely take times to heal.

“Why am I making you insane?” Yuken asked. Still holding your waist, pulling you closer to him. His right hand is reaching out for your right hand and kiss it while holding eye contacts with you. 

I am not your strongest soldier, Y/N is having an internal screaming.

“Ask yourself.” You gave him a few head pats. You tidy up the tools you use to clean up his wounds and put it back into the emergency medicine box. You can see from the tail of your eye that he’s looking at you intensely.

You didn’t know where did you got the courage for doing this, but you walked to him, side hug him, and place a sweet kiss on the top of his head. When I tell you he’s blushing mess.

You really drive him insane.

“You smell like boys, Yuken. Take a shower when you got home.” You said, tapping the tip of his nose.

“I hate you.” Yuken laughed.

“Feeling’s mutual, bitch.”

“We’re dating then.” Yuken smiles.

“You’re so unserious.” You rolled your eyes. Yuken finally stood up, he’s towering you now. He stares at you, you stare back obviously. No one is willing to give up. 

“You look so fucking beautiful.” Yuken caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“I know.” You held yourself together. You don’t want to lose this game.

“Date me, Y/N.” Yuken sounds serious. “I can be your slave.”

“Hmm... great offer.” You act like you’re thinking about it, “Deal.”

🩹🩹🩹

Love, Yoa

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

A/N: We're entering the FOI timeline now.

@emen-98 @@1lostsoul0fishbowl @@vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

It was now officially springtime, and things were going great for her. It feels like she's even closer to Eddie, and hopefully, he's getting the message that she would never hurt him like almost everyone in this town does, including his dad. Chrissy was now officially handling both cheerleading and softball again. She doesn't mind the stares whenever she changes out of her uniforms. She's gotten used to the scars on her body. . .well, somewhat. They still are a little jarring. Chrissy had just pulled on her clothes after cheerleading practice when Heather walked up to her. Oh, she thought she had been alone in the locker room.

"Chrissy?" Heather asked.

"Hey, Heather," Chrissy said.

"I know we haven't talked a lot lately. I know we've both been a little busy," Heather said. "How are you?"

"I'm good," Chrissy grinned. "Really good."

"That's - That's good," Heather said.

"You look like you want to say something," Chrissy said.

"I just - I know you've been hanging out with Eddie Munson lately," Heather said and paused. "I didn't want to say anything because of the whole Jason Carver incident, but I hope you're being careful. I know how this sounds with me being your ex and all, but I'm also your friend."

"I am, Eddie's a really great guy. He's not really ready for a relationship right now, but to be honest, I don't think I am either," Chrissy said. "I like how it is now, though. We're friends, and he makes me feel better whenever I have a bad day. I like the way he smiles and the way he hides behind his hair. He's a really good friend."

"Well, I'm glad, and I suppose I shouldn't listen to the rumors about him. Like he's a Satanist, or that he sacrifices people on an alter of fire, or that he believes in aliens," Heather said.

"Oh, no, that last part is true. He's had several rants about it. He thinks it's arrogant to believe that we're alone in the universe. Although, even though he believes in them he's said on many occasions that he would still freak the fuck out if he ever met one," Chrissy said.

"He's kind of weird," Heather said.

"I know," Chrissy grinned. "That's what I like about him."

"I guess if you're happy, then I guess I have nothing to worry about. . .but if he does hurt you, then I'm going to reign hellfire down upon him," Heather said. "Get it?"

"Heather!" Chrissy laughed.

Chrissy left Heather and went to meet Eddie at the classroom where he was holding Hellfire today. Eddie was talking with Gareth in the hallway when she came upon them. Gareth looked pretty upset, more so than usual. Chrissy didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it just sort of happened. Apparently, Gareth was upset that his character got killed, and he thought that meant he was out of Hellfire. Eddie was in the middle of reassuring him. Chrissy smiled as Gareth looked at him, hopefully.

"You're sure, right?" Gareth asked. "I can come back."

"As long as you wanna be in Hellfire, you can be in Hellfire," Eddie said.

Eddie grinned as Gareth scurried off towards the school's entrance.

"Wow, and I left my kleenex at home," Ronnie said, and Eddie shoulder checked her. "Careful, Stan would kill me if I dropped this thing."

Ronnie kept Stan's trapper keeper full of D&D stuff at her place since his mom believed that Hellfire was nothing more than satanic crap hellbent on brainwashing her son. So, he has to lie and hide the things that make him happy.

"I think it's sweet," Chrissy said.

"You think everything that Eddie does is sweet. You're so blinded, Henderson," Ronnie laughed as she batted her eyelashes at her.

"Fuck off," Chrissy laughed. "He gets really obnoxious when he's right about something."

"That's true. No one likes that," Ronnie giggled.

"Oh, God, I thought my room was messy, but Eddie's room is off the charts, and he pretty much treats his van like a trash can," Chrissy said.

"I keep telling him it doesn't have to be perfect, but at least clean it up a little. My God, man," Ronnie said.

"And there's this thing he does with his eye lids - ," Chrissy said.

"Freaks me out!" Ronnie exclaimed.

"And when he eats - "

"Okay! Eddie doesn't like this!" He yelled.

He glared at the both of them as they laughed at him.

"Can I get a ride?" Ronnie asked.

"This is the last time," Eddie said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Even if you just listed my greatest failures."

"Oh, we haven't even gotten to the worst parts, Munson," Ronnie said. "Chrissy, are you riding with us this evening?"

"Yeah, definitely," Chrissy said.

"As the owner of the vehicle, shouldn't it be me who asks her?" Eddie asked. "Chrissy, are you riding with us this evening?"

"Yes," Chrissy giggled.

"I don't know why I'm letting either of you ride with me considering you insulted me," Eddie sniffed in mock offense.

"Don't worry, Eddie, despite all your faults, I think that you're very pretty," Chrissy laughed.

"Really?" Eddie smirked and Chrissy nodded.

"I, however, do not. You're about as ugly as the cat that wanders around Forest Hills," Ronnie said.

"I keep telling you it's a opossum, Ecker! Get your eyes checked!" Eddie exclaimed. "Chrissy, are you coming tonight? We couldn't play last night, but we're definitely playing tonight."

"I never miss a show. . .except that one time, but it was Dustin's fault," Chrissy said and paused, looking at Ronnie. "Technically, aren't you calling yourself ugly when you call him ugly?"

"Ugh, we do not look that much a like," Ronnie rolled her eyes.

"When you were younger, you managed to cover for him on a test when you pretended to be him, and it worked," Chrissy narrowed her eyes at her as they climbed into the van.

"Okay, by that logic, you should think that I'm pretty too," Ronnie said rolling her eyes.

"I do!" Chrissy grinned. "I just wouldn't date you for several reasons, and mostly because someone I know thinks you're pretty too. . . Have I not mentioned that I like men and women?"

"No!" Eddie and Ronnie exclaimed.

"Oh, well, I do," Chrissy shrugged.

"Thanks for telling us," Eddie said softly.

"I trust you guys," Chrissy said.

"Wait. . .who thinks I'm pretty?" Ronnie asked.

"It's not my place to say," Chrissy replied. "Let's go. It's my turn to make dinner tonight. Do either one of you want to join us?"

"Nah, Granny would be livid if I didn't warn her days in advance," Ronnie said. "But I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind."

"Stop accepting invitations on my behalf, Ecker," Eddie sighed. "Unfortunately, as much as I would love to, I need to get to the Hideout early if I want to win Bev's favor."

"Oh, well, my mom's been dying to meet you," Chrissy said. "Maybe you can come over some other time."

"Uh, isn't that a little soon?" Eddie asked nervously.

"You're not her boyfriend, which is ridiculous because you two are practically dat - " Ronnie started to say.

"ANYWAY, your mom does know who I am, right?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I told her all about you. I also told my cat about you," Chrissy said.

"You told your cat about me?" Eddie asked.

"I talk to my cat about you every night," Chrissy said.

"Okay, can we move on from this conversation? I'm totally picturing something else, and it isn't a pretty picture," Ronnie said as she put her feet up on Eddie's dashboard.

"Seriously?" Eddie asked.

"What? I don't want to put my feet on Stan's thingie," Ronnie said. "It's not my fault your van is so small."

"My van isn't the problem. It's your freakish legs of yours," Eddie replied.

"Let me tell you a secret about these freakish legs of mine," Ronnie said as she kept her feet exactly where she out them. "In four months? They are going to be walking into their new apartment in New. York. City."

Eddie nearly slammed on the brakes.

"No."

"Yep."

"You got the scholarship?"

"NYU class of '88, baby. Full ride," Ronnie said.

This time, Eddie slammed on the brakes and fishtailed the vehicle off to the side of the ride. Chrissy grinned as she sat back and let the two best friends have their moment.

"You know, I'm happy for you, right?" Eddie asked.

"I know," Ronnie said.

"I'm happy for you, too!" Chrissy blurted out. "Sorry, couldn't keep it in."

Eddie and Ronnie laughed just as a tapping sound came on the window. Officer Moore was looking into Eddie's window. He rolled it down with a sigh.

"Again?" Ronnie asked. "I thought we were done with that guy."

"Always," Eddie muttered. "Officer Moore, how can I help you on this fine spring afternoon?"

"I thought that was you, Munson," Moore said. "How many times do we have to have this conversation?"

"That's a question that you'll have to ask yourself, Officer. You're the one always filling up my dance card."

"That was some erratic driving - ," Moore said.

"He was avoiding a bird, sir," Chrissy said brightly as she popped her head in between the seats. "He flew right in front of his window."

"Miss Henderson, I didn't see you," Moore frowned.

"I'm guessing Officer Powell isn't driving with you today," Chrissy said.

"He's out sick," Moore frowned.

"Well, since Eddie doesn't have any priors, I think you can let him off with a warning, especially considering all of the illegal stops you made because of the vendetta you have against his father. I certainly would hate to tell Hopper that you're out for revenge against a young man who did nothing to hurt you," Chrissy said.

"Drive safely, and have a nice day," Moore frowned as he walked off.

"I thought I was the one who wanted to be a lawyer," Ronnie said. "You'd make a good one."

"I don't about being a lawyer, but I thought about being a social worker or a guidance counselor who's also a cheerleading coach," Chrissy said.

"You'd be good at those," Eddie replied and Ronnie nodded in agreement.

After dropping Ronnie off, Eddie drove Chrissy home. He pulled in front of her place and parked it for a moment.

"Are the others coming?" Eddie asked.

"Steve is dropping me off, but then he's going on a date with Nancy. They missed their last date night because Nancy got sick. Jonathan is expecting a phone call, and Robin is recovering from the same sickness Nancy got. She's currently in bed and cursing Nancy's name," Chrissy said.

"So, just you," Eddie smiled.

"Just me," she replied, smiling back at him.

"You don't have to keep saving me, you know," Eddie said.

"I know, I want to," Chrissy said. "You're not alone in this world, Eddie. I just want to make sure you know that."

"I know," Eddie said softly, and Chrissy kissed his cheek.

"See you tonight," Chrissy said.

"Looking forward to it," Eddie said.

Chrissy practically rushed through dinner, eager as always to see Eddie play. As per usual, Dustin pouted about not being able to go. She quickly said goodbye to her mother and brother before running out to Steve’s car. They were already late.

"Hey, you look nice tonight," Steve grinned as she got into the back seat.

"I'm going to tell him after the show," Chrissy said, beaming.

"Finally!" Steve exclaimed.

"What made you change your mind? I thought you were going to wait?" Nancy asked.

"I don't know, it just clicked while I was cooking," Chrissy said. "I didn't want to wait anymore."

"I hope it goes well," Nancy said.

"Me too," Chrissy grinned.

She said goodbye to them and quickly jumped out of the car, scurring inside and ignoring the dark clouds overhead. Chrissy cursed when she realized that Corroded Coffin was already playing. She really was late. Suddenly, she realized that this wasn't a cover song. This was "Fire Shroud," their original song. It was the song that Eddie said wasn't ready yet whenever she asked. He hadn't noticed that she had even come in yet. No, he was fully focused on the only other person at the bar. It was a young woman, not much older than they are, and she was really pretty too. Her hair was wildly curly, and Chrissy could barely make out the smattering of freckles on her face as she looked at Eddie. Eddie was looking back at her, enjoying the way her boot clad ankles tapped along to the music. Nothing could break their gaze, Eddie was euphoric at the sight of the other woman, and it felt like someone had punched Chrissy in the stomach. Chrissy plopped down in the darkened corner of the bar, closet to the door she just walked into. She watched as Bev eventually pulled the plug.

Eddie and his band started to clean up when she watched Ronnie grab his arm. She was pleading with Eddie, and she watched her mouth Chrissy's name to Eddie. Chrissy felt another blow to her stomach as Eddie laughed Ronnie off and shook his head at her. Once they put their instruments away, Chrissy watched as Eddie started talking to the girl at the bar. The way he talked to her and leaned closer to her. . .yeah, he was definitely interested in her. He had played the song for her, the same song he never would have played for Chrissy. She had read this all wrong. Eddie didn't like her. He was just being nice. She wasn't sure how long she sat there staring at them, but finally, she couldn't torture herself anymore. Chrissy walked out of the bar, leaning against the brick wall to wait for Steve. Her leg was shaking. God, she was so stupid. It took her a minute to realize that she was crying. The sound of thunder startled her.

"Come on, are you serious? Not now! That would be so fucking cliche!" Chrissy yelled.

Of course, the weather didn't listen to her. The rain came down in buckets, immediately soaking her. Chrissy let out a frustrated yell as more thunder and lightning followed. She was determined not to go back in even though she knew that standing out here was going to make her sick, but she didn't want to go back in there and face Eddie. She stood in the pouring rain and waited. She waited until the rain finally stopped, and Steve's car finally pulled up. She shivered, her entire body soaking wet as she slid in the back seats of his car.

"Sorry about your seats," Chrissy muttered.

"Jeeze, you could have waited inside," Steve said.

"Didn't want to," she replied.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked.

"I'm fine," Chrissy's bottom lip trembled. "Can we just go, please?"

"It didn't go well?" Steve asked softly.

Chrissy burst into tears again. Nancy quickly climbed into the back seat and wrapped her arms around her.

"Drive, Steve," Nancy said.

Steve drove off, and Chrissy sobbed into her shoulder. With her arm still around Chrissy, they walked into her house.

"Oh, honey, what happened?!" Claudia asked.

"I just got caught in the rain is all," Chrissy said. "I'm fine."

"Oh, let's get you out of those wet clothes," Claudia cooed.

"Do you mind if I spend the night, Mrs. Henderson?" Nancy asked.

"If it's alright with your mom, honey. It's more than okay with me," Claudia said and took her daughter to her room.

Chrissy let her mother take care of her and then bundled herself up in her blankets. Claudia left with promises of hot chocolate. Nancy was in the other room, and Steve left after kissing her goodnight while also saying goodbye to the Hendersons. He jokingly offered to beat Eddie up for her, but Chrissy knew that even he knew she would never want that. She stared at the picture on her dresser for a moment before getting up off the bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around her. Now, whenever she looked at it, she thought of Eddie locking eyes with that woman. Furious, Chrissy picked up the picture and put it in her bottom drawer before plopping down on the bed. Nancy came back in and laid down beside her.

"Called my mom," Nancy said. "She said it was okay. Did you want to talk about it?"

"I don't know," Chrissy said softly before launching into telling Nancy everything that happened.

"I'm sorry, Chrissy, but I hope whoever this girl is, that she's just an obstacle. We've all seen the way he looks at you, and I really hope that girl is nothing more than a case of Eddie being starstruck at the prospect of having another fan of his music," Nancy said. "It would be crazy to be anything else."

"Fire Shroud, Nance, he played Fire Shroud for her," Chrissy said with a groan. "It's just dumb. It's just a dumb crush on a boy. . .except that Eddie Munson isn't just some boy. Gah!"

"I don't think this is just a crush, Chrissy. I think you're in love with him," Nancy said.

"No! Nope! Absolutely not," Chrissy said and sighed. "I'll get over it if I have to. I can't be mad over Eddie, not returning my feelings. I can't force him to like me. He does seem like he wants to be my friend, so I can deal with having him be a part of my life even if it's not in the way that I want."

"Chrissy. . ." Nancy started to say.

Nancy was interrupted by Claudia coming in the mugs of hot chocolate. They both smiled gratefully at her. Chrissy got up and hugged her mother.

"Thanks, mommy," Chrissy said.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. You have your girl talk, and I'll handle Dustin. He's being very nosy," Claudia said.

"What else is new?" Chrissy asked, and Claudia laughed as she left. "Alright, enough about Eddie. Tell me all about your date with Steve."

"Are you sure?" Nancy asked.

Chrissy rolled her eyes as she sat on the bed, sipping her hot chocolate.

"I'm a big girl, Nance. It's going to suck for a while, but I can handle it," Chrissy said. "Especially if I have my wonderful best friends to help me through it. Now, tell me about Steve."

Nancy smiled as she told her all about the date. Chrissy's smile grew as they chatted about Steve and drank their hot chocolate. Nancy's joy was infectious, and for a moment, Chrissy forgot about her problem. She fell asleep that night, curled up against Nancy, determined to face the next day as head strong as her friend. Unfortunately, the next morning, she woke up as sick as a dog. Claudia ended up having to practically push Nancy out of the door the next morning when Steve showed up. Claudia called into work and stayed with Chrissy, nursing her back to health. When Eddie called around lunchtime to check on her, Chrissy couldn't help but let hope fill her heart. Until the words came out of his mouth, she wasn't going to give up on him. When Friday rolled around, Chrissy found herself feeling better, and with a skip in her step, she strolled into school. Eddie was waiting for her by her locker. Ronnie was with him, too.

"Hey, Henderson, glad you're feeling better," Eddie said, flashing her his dimples. "School is a lot less brighter without you."

"Thanks, Eddie," Chrissy said.

"I think Ronnie missed you, too," Eddie grinned. "I think she's starting to like you more than she likes me."

"Oh, I definitely like her more than you," Ronnie said.

"Ouch," Eddie said, and Chrissy laughed.

"Sorry, I missed your show," Chrissy said.

"Oh, you weren't there?" Eddie asked, and Chrissy narrowed her eyes at him.

"I was sick," she reminded him.

"Oh, right," Eddie said, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking guilty for a moment. "Well, you didn't miss much except for Bev pulling the plug."

"Oh, so nothing happened?" Chrissy asked.

"Why would it?" Eddie scoffed, but he couldn't quite meet her eyes. "You know, I promised Gareth that I would help him with something. I'm glad you're back, Chrissy."

Chrissy watched him walk away and confused about why he lied to her. Suddenly, she felt Ronnie touch her arm.

"You were there. Why didn't you tell Eddie?" Ronnie asked.

"You saw them. You know why," Chrissy said.

"She's just some chick that he met in a bar. She doesn't mean anything to him as much as you do," Ronnie said.

"He played her Fire Shroud," Chrissy said. "To her. . . Why didn't Eddie tell me that?"

"Why didn't you tell him that you were there?" Ronnie asked again.

"I was going to tell him how I felt," Chrissy muttered.

"And then you saw him with her," Ronnie realized. "Look, I love my best friend, but I'm siding with you if he messes this up. He does have feelings for you, but he's being a cowardly little shit and he's running away. I feel for the girl, but he's clearly using her to do that whether he realizes it or not. I don't think he went home with her or did anything with her. It was just one moment in a bar. She drew his attention for one night, but you have it every day since he fell for you on that cold, icey day, and that icicle nearly impaled you."

"I'm trying not to get my hopes up here," Chrissy sniffled.

"Well, if he does anything stupid, just know that I'm here for you, too," Ronnie said.

"Thanks, Ronnie," Chrissy said.

Chrissy realized suddenly that the last few months had been all about Eddie. Maybe she needed to pull back a little, give him a chance to miss her. Plus, she really didn't want her entire world to revolve around him. Suddenly, she also realized that during the last few months of getting closer to Eddie, she had neglected her cheerleader and softball friends. Well, that wouldn't do. Chrissy desperately needed to come up for air. She needed to breathe.

Chapter Nine

#stranger things #chrissy cunningham #chrissy this is for you #chrissy cunningham lives #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #edissy #hellcheer #dustin henderson #henderfam #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stranger things argyle #robin buckley #with a side of #stancy #jargyle #platonic stobin #platonic ronance #platonic buckingham #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction

[mdverse]

md's fun silly little top 10(ish) arts of the 2023!*

*pretend there's a fun cute doodled banner here (i was going to make one earlier and then i forgor)

doing a lil recap of my top 10 15 (it was supposed to be 10 and i could not narrow it down oops) best(? this is subjective as fuck i guess it's more like my personal faves) drawings of the year! *the crowd cheers* (it’s me I’m the crowd)

15: paradise by the dashboard light! i hate to rank her so low bc i spent ages on her but it seems i don't love the result that much anymore so :/ a for effort for me tho this was ambitious

14: cheer girl loml <33 not my best art technically by far but i went way out of my comfort zone for the background and the art style (for no good reason really) (i just wanted to do a comic book thing bc superhero vibes or whatever) (it did not come out the way i was hoping it would bc i think i got too frustrated) and we simply must acknowledge that. atog did things to me that i cannot explain

13: barbie meme brittana! not my best britt but truly sooo fun to work on. there's nothing quite like finding a fun rendering process and then never using it again (i don't even remember how i coloured this but i like it)

12: cowboy barbie brittana <3 they look good, they're about to kiss, cute outfits, pretty sunset, probably went overboard with the rim lighting, what's not to love? a banger, i think

11: i say a little prayer! i think the background is. questionable at best. but this is still really fun! i think i got possessed when i got to the uniforms bc goddamn they look good

10: klaine?? on this blog???? almost unheard of lmao i truly did not think i would like this one as much as i did. i'd consider ranking it higher if i wasn't constantly Unwell over brittana but again, i'm biased, and no one here should be surprised about that

9: pre-wedding kiss my beloved! with how insane i've been over this kiss it could perhaps be higher. i am gnawing on my desk as we speak i'm not even sitting at a desk rn

8: rutherchang x black swan!! ohhh u guys i don't talk about this one enough i think it's so pretty i don't even remember how i did the colours for it but rhgfdkngd?? love her, love pushing the glee x bts agenda, if any of u gifmakers are interested in making a mike chang x black swan lyric gifset i will love u forever

7: colour wheel challenge! busted my whole tiddies and ass for this one fellas. labour of love etc etc i think staring at the bright colours for so long made my eyesight worse and i'm ok with that

6: mistletoe brittana <33 easily the best instalment of this series by a long shot! recency bias (and also just. regular bias) made me rank her much higher originally but technically she is not the most intricate piece so she must sit down here

5: prom queen kurt! dare i say a girlslay on my behalf? i think i dare. every time i see it i think i should do more glosters (glee posters) and then i don't. i could tho they would be really cool (source: dude trust me)

4: churro kiss redraw!!! genuinely Not Sane over this! never have been, never will be! redraws are like crack to me and so is this kiss

3: furtana!! i neglected them for far too long this year but if neglecting them results in art like this i may have to do it again

2: heart kiss <3 if we're being really honest and vulnerable in the chat tonight i think this is technically my best of the brittana kiss screencap redraw things i've done this year? which i did not see coming but i guess practice means refining the process etc etc so. it makes sense ig. mwah to them <3

1: black or white gcv animation <3 it's not what i would call my best drawing (bc it's, yknow, not just one drawing) but it is what i would call the product of a very obsessive thought and some frantic art sessions. objectively it's the coolest thing i've done this year so it deserves the top spot. i'm proud of it i hope to glanimate more next year. also this isn't art but it's a relevant post that i still stand by months later

#md rambles #idk what this is kdfghk i'm so sorry it's 5am and i've spent the past hour ranking these and just saying shit #if i were more awake i would be more specific about actual art things i'm proud of. but i am not. so #sth sth made a lot of bangers this year i think sth sth vv proud of myself sth sth fun list bc i feel like it

[nadekofannumber1]

need to know what you thought of Nadeko Around

Honestly I blasted through the book pretty quick and I’m gonna prolly take a reread and put out more thoughts later. However, what I think of it now is that it’s a good Nadeko finale in a sense. I’d of course love to see more Nadeko but she really got her shit together in this one so a lot of character growth isn’t really something I see in the future. I’d like to see the confidant kinda mean Nadeko thrive!

More info below

I feel like it kind of went through all the major tennants of Nadeko:

Learning to want to live and feel alive

As a member of the “nadeko detested living to the degree she doesn’t want to live” believer club, I’m proud to announce that Nadeko is learning to feel alive and let go of inhibitions. Nadeko goes from feeling guilty for being “so spoiled” because she didn’t know shit about island survival scenarios, to being actively proud and happy when she wins to dropping her guard living ungracefully and actively going feral. Nadeko experiences the joys of it all and it’s wonderful.

The love of creation

Nadeko draws, Nadeko draws a lot it’s the whole thing she creates and she does things that are special. Nadeko becomes a wizard and that’s so awesome. The thesis of this book is the love of creation and how it drives people to truly live.

Society, roles, clothes, and appearance

Nadeko in this story abandons a lot of what society finds pure with her appearance, being gaunt, tanned, covered in wounds with calloused hands, building light muscle, having short hair. A ton of traits that make certain types scream and throw up in hatred for “not being pure”. While Nadeko does wear the uniform it’s a complex thing where it’s comfortable and there’s identity in it but Nadeko feels as if she’d prefer to wear other things even changing for the final confrontation. Honestly it makes me wonder about how they’d adapt it into an anime outside the obvious bc Nadeko acquires a ruggedness I think some would find hard to market unless simplified aesthetically. My final wonder is what outfit Tsukihi put her in as nademono had threads of the concept of Nadeko reconnecting with concepts of femininity and repairing that relationship but putting Nadeko in a cute outfit feels wrong. Personally I’d prefer perhaps something gnc or masculine and maybe trendy but also I’d take something mature aesthetic wise. I just feel that doubling down on the tomboyness (and also other potential read’s of Nadeko’s character with gender) would actually suit Nadeko well as one that forges their own path and doesn’t necessarily need to conform to tradition (being something entirely self made, for the love of creation).

Recognizing and self actualizing one’s own circumstance

Nadeko though this arc looks at her past and decides that it is the past and she was done wrong in said past. This includes Nadeko acknowledging that her parents did see her like the stuffed toys they bought her, Nadeko is self aware and understanding “I was sheltered but shit is fucked” and “I also get what my parents meant but I’m not changing carrier paths.”

Getting meaner on purpose

Nadeko’s arc involves her getting less cute and more mean on purpose. Urako tries to get under her skin but Nadeko is just like “whatever bro, don’t care, gonna save you btw.” Nadeko being allowed to be mean and falling from that grace can be also analyzed via parallels with hanekawa and shinobu but I think that’s a big post topic. TLDR Nadeko becoming more open and rude and honest is a break from society and tradition and Nadeko doesn’t need that. Nadeko needs to be free to go off and live her atypical life even if others don’t get her. Even if Nadeko works in the “real world” she doesn’t become normal and take normal paths set for her and I’m proud of her for that. Nadeko can work with others but doesn’t have to pretend.

Kind of the autism power fantasy jk(unless…..)

That current of homoeroticism that isn’t stated but definitely came to something

Nadeko got her “first kiss” (mouth to mouth with Yotsugi) and she spent so much time on that island thinking about drawing naked women and women’s bodies, and then the urako moment happened, and of course the beloved mention of Tsukihi in a pure positive light. Even with believing these characters are just friends nisio sure does love ramping up undertones as much as he possibly can. That it kinda becomes a cope to look away from their importance to Nadeko.

Even in a straight Nadeko scenario the image invokes a concept of experimenting with one’s self and identity which is integral to the coming of age aspects of Nadeko’s character arc (i also think that what Nadeko did with araragi was trying to experiment safely to test waters and limits, and that can still even apply in the straight Nadeko scenario.)

Nadeko’s family doesn’t want to talk to her much even though she’s successful and is forging her own path. Mangakaphobic, they really did hate her for coming out (as a mangaka) to them, they thought they had a normal daughter who wanted to be a bride and put it on forms of what she wanted to be when she grew up. Pay no mind to the fact Nadeko is masking her true self and picking what she’s supposed to. Nadeko a cute innocent girl but she came out (as a mangaka) and they hated that, Nadeko always had a secret she kept in the closet that she felt her parents disapproved of and yet in that closet was her real self (mangaka), the wanted the image of her to remain pure so even when Nadeko came back home and cut her hair short they hoped Nadeko would choose to go back on the path they wanted for her (not a mangaka), and yet that ended up with her homeless and taking odd jobs, years later Nadeko tries contact but won’t give up on being who she is it’s a them problem that they won’t accept her at this point, Nadeko will never stop being who she is and won’t closet herself in this society (from openly being a mangaka)

Nadeko valuing relationships with others

Nadeko’s aquisition of friends is more emphasized in Nadeko draw by presence but here it’s emphasized by silence how much Nadeko values her relationships with others. Yearning pining and surviving!

Nadeko not really thinking about Koyomi

A fun one! When you see a lot of character’s internality you can kind of see those opinions, and progressively through arcs Nadeko truly realizes those feelings were kind of misplaced and generally doesn’t think about the guy almost at all compared to a lot of other characters in subsequent arcs, Nadeko doesn’t really even bring up the guy herself until she’s about to die from that snake, there is reflection in urako of course but it’s a beautiful metaphor of scale peeling and “shedding one’s skin”

—————-

Even after this there’s a lot of fun implications with urako making the snake charms and kaiki dealing out fake ones that accidentally ended up activating. Real fascinating enriching chewable concept.

I got more I suppose but that’s all for now, expect other Nadeko brainrot posts in the future (and maybe something about shinomono 1 if I find motivation)

Nadeko’s autism truly has evolved into evil autism (congratulatory)

#nadeposting #monogatari analysis #nadeko around #shinomonogatari #monogatari spoilers #sengoku nadeko #nadetalk

[eltube]

mini essay…thoughts about the curse in op CARAMEL

ok buckle up i wrote this at 3 am and after quarantining it for a while I am hitting Post

so…I think about the “de-caramelized” versions of Sector V often, and I think even more often about Henrietta’s appearance before and after the curse and what this says about her and the curse itself. I wanna write a little bit about how I interpret the caramel magic

Obviously, I hate a lot of the implications made in op CARAMEL—I hate that we’re expected to view Henrietta’s previous fat body as the “ugly” “boy” version of her, I hate the writers going out of their way to be transmisogynistic, and I hate the overall message that pre-curse Henrietta or any other character has some kind of “innate” positive quality that they can gain or lose.

To be honest I reject a lot of the canon points of this episode for these reasons (and when Abby misgenders Henrietta in every previous episode I’m like She Would Not Fucking Do That). But I do like the idea of the curse and I think that, although Henrietta explains it as “taking what a person values most” in canon, there’s a little bit more nuance to it that Henrietta just didn’t know!

Basically, I don’t think the caramels actually take away any essential “quality” a person has—rather, I think it has more to do with someone’s self-perception. This isn’t to say that the qualities in the caramels don’t really exist, but I want to emphasize an understanding of character/personality traits as something a person develops, instead of something a person just “has.” Basically, I think what the caramel curse actually does is reveal a person’s insecurities by distilling and removing the qualities they’ve developed to conceal them.

Like, let’s look at the de-caramalized versions of sector V. Do we really think Hoagie would look Like That if the only thing the curse did was remove their intelligence? With Nigel, is there some kind of correlation between tooth size and leadership ability? No, sector V hasn’t just lost one quality here—they’ve been entirely warped into caricatures, specifically caricatures that correspond with traits they would find shameful in themselves.

Hoagie doesn’t just look “unintelligent” here—they look like a Neanderthal. There’s an implication of being not just unintelligent but also unsophisticated, old-fashioned, simple, obsolete—all things that Hoagie works to avoid as a scientist, an inventor, someone who wants to be seen as forward-thinking. We know, from operation AMISH for example, that Hoagie is self-conscious about this. They don’t want people to think they’re behind, they want their ideas to be respected. And as a result, they constantly use their intelligence to avoid getting that reputation. The curse has essentially removed the mechanism Hoagie uses to conceal what they’re insecure about, and that’s what it does to everyone.

Likewise, Nigel doesn’t just look like less of a leader, he also looks excessively nervous, he looks dorky, and he’s wearing a school uniform that’s pretty eerily similar to the delightful childrens’!! The fact that Nigel’s caramel is his “leadership skills,” explicitly a skill and not a personality trait, speaks to the way his position as Sector V’s leader is in many ways a compensation strategy. By becoming a leader that everyone relies on, Nigel hides his anxiety and his deep fear of losing his sense of self. He is a good leader because he does not want to look like this version of himself. These are all, in themselves, really great character studies of Sector V—it shows us what they’re sensitive about! What they want to hide! (I could write a much longer post about how this applies to Abby and everyone in sector V in detail and maybe I will be not right now)

So what does this say about Henrietta and her relationship with the curse? First, Henrietta is especially vulnerable to this curse because she is especially insecure. While everyone has parts of themselves they find shameful, we see with Henrietta that her shame distorts the person she is completely—there are almost no similarities between the pre- and post- curse versions of her, apart from them having the same accent. Additionally, the curse requires that a person share their caramels to break it—in other words, it requires that the cursed person be vulnerable enough to share their insecurities. It isn’t just that Henrietta struggles to share any candy, but also that sharing her caramel with Abby is symbolic of admitting to Abby that she is ashamed. Abby knows that Henrietta is in fact willing to suffer from the curse forever if it means she doesn’t have to be honest with herself.

Second, I think that both the way Henrietta looks during and after the curse is distorted by her self-image. It isn’t necessarily that the way Heinrich looks is unattractive, but that Henrietta does not want to look like that—mostly, because I think Henrietta is trans, it’s just that she does not want to be seen as a boy. I also think that the way Henrietta looks at the end of CARAMEL isn’t how she looked before the curse…mostly because I hate the design lol but ALSO because I think that unlike Sector V, Henrietta was cursed for so long that she lost a healthy sense of herself. So her end-of-CARAMEL appearance is actually closer to how she ideally wants to look. I think that if she continued to develop a healthier self-image, this would wear off with time. And lastly, I think the fact that Henrietta’s curse changes revolve around appearance is in itself a huge statement about her as a character—she does not feel any particular shame or insecurity about her personal qualities, which….as we know are not all super admirable. (I know it’s implied that she Magically Stops Being Evil at the end of CARAMEL but I also reject this because I think it’s boring LOL)

TL;DR caramel curse does not really Take anything from you, it just removes your ability to hide what you’re Sensitive about. And also Im insane

#Knd #Woe meta post be upon ye #im sorry if this doesn’t minimize and u have to scroll through it for a long time

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Hi Sloot so I bout fainted when I saw requests were open! Since yan!Kempachi (and Kempachi in general!) is making my brain go brr may I please request an NSFW sinario with him?

Can this be of him carrying off his darling and wrangling her to his quarters after geting good and lost whilst trying to do so? Like Darling got transferred to the 4th as a punishment for brawling, but it turns out she has a knack for Kaido. Guess who gets sent to the 11th most often? So after she's healed his buddy's broken arm some asshat grabs her ass. Asshat has a broken nose. Few incidents like this and Kempachi's in love. Then one day he runs into a grocery shoping Darling while he's lost as shit...

Kenpachi was a man who admired strength, and who believed you could only really know someone when you crossed blades or fists. He was a being that relied on his instinct as well, and let it take him wherever he went--if he wanted to drink, he drank. If he wanted to fight someone, he fought. And if he wanted to fuck...well, typically he just worked it out himself or went to the pleasure district. Sex was more or less a means to a biological urge's end, and romance wasn't something he cared for. Your average lady "companion" couldn't fight worth a damn, and he could only love someone who fought. Granted, he learned that the hard way when he found out that the madames in the red light districts disapproved of patrons wanting to spar as a way to determine which woman to pick.

But as fate would have it, he'd managed to bump into a woman he could see himself really wanting for more than a few minutes--not in the pleasure district, but on the streets of...to be honest, he had no idea since he'd gotten hopelessly lost and was just wandering. But that didn't matter. What mattered was he had bumped into a familiar pretty face.

"Oof!" ____ stumbled back and clutched the small bag of fruits she'd just bought. She realized she hadn't run into a wall and peered up at the man towering over her. "Captain Zaraki?"

She'd only seen him once or twice in the 4th Squad barracks, usually dropping off one of his soldiers to be healed up after a nasty fight or a sparring match gone wrong. She appreciated his talent for fighting, but she didn't appreciate how some of his men had a bad case of "wandering hands" whenever she'd tended to them; the last time that had happened, she'd quickly turned around to punch her patient in the face and fracture his wrist. The only reason ____ had healed THOSE injuries was because Lieutenant Kotetsu had seen it and scolded her. Come to think of it, didn't someone else see her do that?

____'s eyes widened in realization as she remembered the hulking figure who had dropped that soldier off in the first place, and who may have caught a glimpse of that little exchange in the doorway. Shit. She looked Kenpachi up and down as he stared down at her. SHIT.

"Look, if your 9th seat is still pissed about it, tell him I'll be happy to settle it any time, anywhere," ____ snapped. "Though honestly, asking his captain to deal with it instead of confronting me himself is pretty pathetic."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I forgot about that," Kenpachi replied. "Your form was pretty good for an on-the-spot punch." Not only that, but the fluidity of her movements and how fast she'd grabbed that soldier's wrist and snapped it showed some experience. "'Specially for a 4th Squad healer."

Kenpachi noticed that she had her hand close to her sword's guard as he looked down at her. Between that and the silhouette of her uniform hugging her body, he wasn't surprised by the little tingle of arousal under his belt. He swiftly put a hand on her shoulder; the sudden movement made ____ draw her zanpakuto and step back. Before she could react further, he disarmed her by gripping the zanpakuto by the blade itself and yanking it from her hand. "Oi, help me find my way back to my barracks." He hoisted her over his shoulder while lazily holstering her zanpakuto on his belt next to his own blade. "Or if you don't mind, we can fool around right here."

"We can...wait, what!? Put me down, goddammit!" ____ pounded against Kenpachi's back and kicked wildly. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Kenpachi started to head in what he hoped was the right direction towards Squad 11, giving ____'s ass and thighs a few squeezes while he ran. "Sex, obviously," he replied, sounding almost as confused as she was. "What the hell else does 'fool around' mean to ya? Now help me find out which way to go."

____ felt a warmth bloom across her cheeks as he fondled her. This was definitely better than getting beaten to hell by Captain Zaraki, but this was still so bizarre. He didn't even know her name and he wanted to sleep with her? She sat in stunned silence for a few moments as her captor headed in the opposite direction of his squad's headquarters. Does she try (and definitely fail) to put up a fight? Does she call for help? Who's gonna stop Kenpachi Zaraki from taking her like this? And...fuck, why's it so hard to think straight when a man's fondling you through your clothes?

"...Turn around, then turn right at the end of the street."

It took only a few minutes for ____ to guide Kenpachi back to his barracks, and after passing several of his subordinates sparring and looking surprised at their captain with a random woman slung over his shoulder, the two of them had arrived to his personal quarters. He dropped her unceremoniously onto his bed and cast their swords aside onto the floor.

"We can spar later," Kenpachi offered with a lascivious grin. He crawled onto his futon and groped ____'s breasts, leaning down for a rough kiss. She winced at the sudden pain and recoiled, punching him in the shoulder in retaliation. He barely flinched at her strike, but when she bit down on his lip as hard as possible, he chuckled and swallowed the blood trickling in his mouth. "Or now, if you're that eager to fight."

He pinned ____'s arms above her head with one arm and nipped and sucked at the soft skin of her neck. Soon he'd left a trail of dark marks down to her shoulder and chest, and to ____'s dismay there was an uneasy warmth between her legs. The pain of his forearm pinning her wrists while he pinched and groped her as well had left her panting and wincing from his rough treatment. "You wanna be on your back or your stomach while I eat you out?"

"H-huh?"

Kenpachi moved his free hand to cup her clothed cunt, and her hips jolted at the sudden sensation. "D'you wanna be on your back, or your stomach? Some women have a preference, don't they?"

____ glared indignantly at her captor. "Oh, now you care about what I want? You just fucking kidnapped me!"

Kenpachi raised an eyebrow. "Usually I don't care, but you're not one of the red light women," he replied nonchalantly. He traced his fingers up and down her slit through her uniform and undergarments. "This is about making you my woman, after all. I want to know what you like the same way I'll show you what I like." He lowered his head to kiss her again, a little less harsh than before while tasting her sweet mouth. When he pulled away, he heard her gasp softly for air and marveled at the glossy shine of her lips thanks to his tongue. "So. You wanna get eaten out on your back or stomach?"

____ looked away pointedly and was silent for a moment. This really was happening, wasn't it. She still didn't forgive him for just snatching her up against her will, but...well, maybe she didn't entirely hate this.

"Stomach." She wouldn't have to look at him that way.

Kenpachi took her by the waist and flipped her onto her stomach, but not before pulling her robes to the side and enjoying a handful of her breasts. She squirmed in his lap as he groped her from behind, biting her lip at the cold air hitting her skin and his rough calloused fingers. He kissed her neck and earlobe, rubbing his cock against her backside. "Just needed a handful before turnin' you around," he murmured. "You're softer than I thought you'd be."

"You're rough enough for the both of us," ____ snapped, wincing at how he tugged and pinched her soft flesh. "Feels like I'm being groped by fucking sandpaper..."

Kenpachi barked out a laugh and moved one hand on her breast to press past her lips. "Let's fix that," he replied. "Try to soften n' slick 'em up with your mouth." He pushed three fingers past her lips, and ____ struggled to not gag at just how much they were pressing on her tongue and throat. She complied and swirled her tongue around them, covering them with a thick layer of saliva. He pulled them out and pushed Darling face-down, and then yanked her uniform bottoms all the way off along with her underwear.

"Maybe I didn't need your mouth after all," Kenpachi mused, eyeing her slit and the arousal making it glisten. "Glad you're having fun too." He took her by the thighs and lifted her lower half up a bit, taking his place underneath her so that he was laying face-up with her cunt just inches away from his mouth.

Before ____ could say anything, he immediately set upon her and latched onto her clit. She arched her back and curled her fists, and when he started to slide his index finger into her walls she cried out. His tongue curled and swirled around her sensitive bud entirely too fast, but every time she tried to move her hips away he simply grunted in disapproval and moved her back himself.

"Too f-fast, too fast," she whined, her voice trembling. "Captain, K-Kenpachi, please--FUCK, slow down!"

If Kenpachi heard her through her thighs squeezing the sides of his head, he didn't let it show. He'd waited long enough to claim her as his woman, and he was going to do it over and over until her legs collapsed and his cock was drained dry.

Minutes passed...or was it hours? All ____ could tell was the heat and pressure building inside of her kept going and going, and every time she'd felt it peak and her eyes rolled back, Kenpachi just kept going. Her voice felt hoarse from her moaning, crying, begging and babbling as he ravaged her--and what was driving her insane was that this was all BEFORE he'd stuck his cock inside of her. She might actually die when he did.

After another climax that left her legs wobbling and barely able to move, she collapsed onto him and his bed. The world faded to black, and some time later she came to. Instead of her eyes opening to the mattress and bedspread, she realized that she was sat up in Kenpachi's lap as she saw the wall scroll bearing the 11th Squad's logo. He was behind her, running the length of his cock back and forth against her slit and panting in her ear.

When he felt her head move as she stirred and saw her eyes flutter open, he took her thighs and spread them wide. "Finally, you're up," he groaned. "Wanted to wait for you to be awake for this." ____ heard and felt the squelching sound of the precum and arousal covering her thighs and buttocks as Kenpachi lined his cock up with her entrance.

Too overstimulated and out of it to even try to speak properly, she merely moaned as the tip of his member pressed against her hole. "Look at me." Kenpachi's voice was soft as he turned her chin to look up at him while she rested her head on his shoulder. "I wanna see your face while I claim you."

She stared up at Kenpachi with a dazed expression, panting just like him as he slowly impaled her on his cock. That feeling of fullness in her core after so much teasing was so unbearably...good. The corners of her lips turned up into a hazy open smile. Kenpachi chuckled and rocked into her at a deep steady pace. There wasn't any need to go slow or be too gentle when she was this fucked-out of her mind and VERY prepared for his cock.

The two of them moaned, sighed, panted, and growled as they became more and more intertwined. Soon Kenpachi was fucking her at a fast and brutal pace, but ____ was no longer protesting and wanting him to slow down; if she had the strength to move her hips on her own, she would have rocked back against him to bounce even faster on his cock. She knew he was an animal, a monster--everyone did--but she never imagined it extended past the battlefield, nor that she'd come to love it. She desperately wished she had the energy to heal herself, just so she could grab onto him and sink her teeth into his skin while the two of them ravaged each other. The thrill of a fight was one thing; the thrill of a lover's embrace was another; this was something in-between yet something else entirely.

Kenpachi marvelled at the look on her face, sensing that warrior's spirit inside of her even if she couldn't move or act on it herself. He'd have to try and hold back a little next time, just so she had enough strength to do everything she wanted with him. 'Bedroom sparring', now THAT was something he could get behind. And of course, his fiery little healer from Squad 4 was the one to show him that.

He gripped her by the waist and bounced her on his cock, chasing his high and relishing in the lewd moans and stupid breathless giggles spilling from ____'s lips as he came. He pulled out of her delectable cunt to mark her abdomen, but to his delight his throbbing had managed to spray not just her stomach and thighs but even her breasts.

____ melted against him when he wrapped his arms around her in a full embrace, her cunt still twitching as he lay down with her curled up on his chest. He kissed the top of her head and felt himself nod off, not even stirring when Ikkaku and Yumichika had knocked at his door to remind him of a meeting he had in an hour. The distinct smell of sex and shadowy image of their captain sleeping naked with a woman on top of him through the sliding door's paper was enough to keep them from barging in. Normally he kicked out his "ladies" from the red light district once he'd came, so if this one was special enough to warrant sharing a bed with (and, by how she'd been moaning and screaming loud enough for everyone in the building to hear, pleasuring multiple times) then they weren't going to intrude and risk a sword flying through their throat.

#tw: dubcon #.bleach #.kenpachi #yandere kenpachi #yandere bleach #fem darling #.myshit

[ryuttaeng]

this lia- any ff ideas come to mind?

pairing: lia x fem!reader

summary: lia always felt some kind of tension between you two.

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. popular girl nerd dom!lia, fingering, hickeys, friends to lovers (or enemies to lovers idk), swearing/cursing, jealousy, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: smut

word count: 1343

choi jisu always irritated you. she always was the best literally in everything. her toys were better, her grades were better, she got attention, everything you could think of. the competition between you over smallest things also had its place in your relationship since childhood.

choi jisu is undoubtedly the biggest challenge you has had to face throughout your life. you refused to share seats with her in classes, because you always thought you never deserved to sit beside someone you hate the most and whom you’re better than them. she also got attention from both sides, girls would always surround her or even follow around school and guys would wait for lia to come out of the class to ask for her number. she always had perfect grades and was best student, so it didn’t really matter to teachers about her make out sessions during lessons in somewhere in the hallway.

you aren’t jealous.

“just admit that you like her.” yuna hit your arm lightly, making you turn your head and furrow your brows. “oh, for fucks sake, it’s your hundredth time to say that.” you sighed, scrolling down your phone.

“once i accidentally came in when she changed and she hadn’t anything under her shirt and there was several hickeys on her chest.” okay, you’re jealous.

“what?” you turn your around so fast, your neck hurts a bit. yuna smiled at your reaction.

“i mean, who knows with whom she was that night. but, y/n, you won’t regret it. just go get her, even if it’s just one night stand.” you look away, trying to hide your thoughts. well, maybe you find her attractive as hell and maybe you would let her to do god knows what. maybe, you always been attracted to her.

thank goodness she wasn’t in the cheerleading group as you. you wouldn’t have handle more of her bossy attitude if she was. however, she could still interfere your trainings with her stupid attitude.

‘you’re doing not enough as a team captain’ she’d say. ‘i thought they were looking for a captain and not a looser’ or ‘you’re getting extra laps? are you even a captain?’ she’d almost yell in front of others and your team.

you hate her. jisu would always make you feel ashamed in front of others, but she would sometimes say something cheerful to you, or as she thought so. ‘you wasn’t as bad as yesterday, well done’ and her smirk on her face made you always feel irritated. even though, she knew that her praises affected you. you would label your blush as simply being flushed from the exercise, but knew she’s not gonna believe in that.

“you won’t regret it.”

maybe your idea wasn’t the brightest, but you still decided to check something. you told your friend to scare you for your own needs. thank goodness you at least had some acting skills.

you let out a sigh when you sat down on the bench after long training. you grabbed your water bottle and was about to finally take a sip when someone crept from behind. “boo!” your friend crept behind you and grabbed your shoulders. as she scared you, you missed your mouth and spilled water over your top. “fuck, eunju!” you slurred, looking down at your costume. to be honest, your uniform already didn’t left much to the imagination, and now you with your spilled water.

girls surrounded lia as she tried to listen to them rattling about something about her. the pretty loud voice draw her attention, making to turn her head to the direction the sound was coming from and she never regretted it. lia saw you scolding your friend for something, that she really didn’t wanted to know, your now soaked top got all her attention.

it would be a shame not to notice the attention you got each day. lia wouldn’t miss every word some girl or guy say about you near her or when she just sat in school field, watching cheerleading team. “you think y/n would accept my confession?” lia heard some girl from her encirclement say. “i think she’s very sweet person, so it’s a yes so far. i think you two would look cute together.” her friend cheered her friend, when you practiced some movements that lia couldn’t care less. “then i will confess to her right after her team finishes.”

“don’t you ever dare to confess to her.”

the girls stopped talking, turning their heads to lia. she gave them boring look, but she could still feel her heart beat racing. “why would you ever talk to her? she’s not your type. you deserve someone better.” lia said, turning back to the field.

the few seconds of silence didn’t stopped that girl from confessing, lia remembers that. she watched that girl walking up to you and shyly look away from you as she probably confessed. lia was okay with that, whatever. but your warm smile, addressed to that girl made lia almost come out from her spot and stop you two right there. thankfully, you rejected her.

blinking twice, lia shook her head, as you stood up to leave the field.

sighing, you entered the lock room, wanting to change your clothes when you heard someone entering room right after you. you was about to turn your head when you were pinned against a locker with jisu inches away from your face.

“you’re doing it on purpose, don’t you?” jisu said, her hot breath touching your lips. “i have no clue what are you talking about.” you whispered, leaning forward as you rest your forehead on hers. “you’re a big distraction, you know.” jisu growls out when you pulled her closer by her waist. “a big one.” you whispered again, you smirked, knowing well that you have power over her, even though she used to be the one who rules.

finally, jisu leans forward and connects your lips. you couldn’t even think that her lips would be so soft, too soft for your liking. your soaked crop top still on you, so jisu made you shiver when her hands cupped your breasts, playing with your nipples. you let her hand trail down, now only one hand groping her. letting lia’s hand guide lower until it slides under your waistband and meets your heat between your legs.

“oh my-“ you breathed out. “is this all caused by me?” jisu whispers as she explores with her fingers, rubbing gentle circles over your clit and before you could answer her something jisu slid her fingers in, receiving an exhale from you.

brunette connect lips with yours and moans of the feeling of you being wet and so warm around her fingers. “jisu…” you parted away, breaking the kiss as you moaned out. jisu’s slender fingers starts thrusting at a faster pace.

“you always distract me.” lia whispered, as she rubbed your clit with her thumb. “always?” you moaned out through your jagged breath, feeling heat building in your stomach. “you have no idea for how long i’ve been waiting for this.” jisu says as she goes faster each thrust. “oh my god, jisu, please-“ you breath out, as the pleasure building in your lower half snaps, jisu kissing you to muffle your moan.

you moan in lia’s mouth as she slowly starts to slow down her thrusts until she stops. you breath minute or two in silence, resting your forehead on hers, lia’s hand is brushing through your locks as she left soft kisses on your neck.

jisu helped you to finally change your top as you sat down on the bench. she lent her hand to help you stand up and laugh as you stumble a little. “i would like to see you like this more often.” she says, as she unlocks the door. “does that mean you wanna do it again?” lia’s hand rests on your waist.

“it means that i want to take you out for a date at first and that i like you, not just for one night stand.”

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #itzy smut #itzy lia #choi jisu #lia smut #lia x female!reader #lia x reader #kpop smut

[ackermonie]

9:10pm.

(repost)

ib: love like you by caleb hyles

The oil candle burns. Its illumination warms the cold hues of his office as Levi works on yet another pile of paperwork, except he’s becoming actively more distracted as the seconds go since his door opened and closed silently, and a body laid down on the leather couch to his left a few minutes ago.

He didn’t bother to look up at the intruder, then, knowing exactly who would dare to just come in like that, the familiarity of the action implanting itself as a daily habit in his brain.

Except that usually he just keeps on working, focusing on the task at hand so he could quickly finish and eventually follow up with his nightly routine with you, but today seems like it won’t allow that to happen. He can hear your light breathing, can see you from the corner of his eye, and he has to physically restrain himself from looking your way as he knows that all hope will be lost to his paperwork if he does.

It’s been a rather difficult day for the pair of you. With the preparations for an upcoming expedition getting more and more draining, everyone’s nerves start to naturally get worse. People are getting angrier at each other, you can see the cadets’ profound fear right through their eyes, and some people start spitting shit without knowing who’s listening.

And apparently, even Levi Ackerman isn’t immune to what people can say behind his back.

He knows who he is. He knows he can be perceived as cruel, stoic, inconsiderate, all sorta shitty stuff, he’s aware of it all and learned how to live it long ago without letting it bother him in the slightest. He can be called a cold-blooded killer right in his damn face and he’d agree, but when someone else is put in the narrative, and when that someone is you, it apparently changes everything.

He was unbothered at first, used to the banter thrown at him left and right, but he made the mistake of thinking about it, and his comrades could visibly see his irritation get worse throughout the day.

And they already deal with the grumpy man on the daily, it wasn't really that big of a change, except everyone started to slowly realize that he isn’t reacting like he usually does when they pick on him.

And to top everything off, you weren’t near the whole day.

He doesn’t know who was talking. Doesn’t know their names if he wanted to punish them or file for demotion, but he thinks that it barely even matters. He probably wouldn’t do anything if he could just because he thinks that maybe, maybe what they said is true.

“I don’t know how they ended up together, to be honest!” One of them had said. “They’re polar opposites! I don't know how the Sergeant handles him.”

“He ssoooo doesn’t deserve her. She’s way too nice to be stuck with someone like him.”

“What does she even see in him? He may be pretty in the face but he’s such an asshole, dude!”

“I bet he doesn’t even treat her right. How can someone like him even love?”

He didn’t need to hear that. He already had his doubts, he didn’t fucking need to hear that.

For real, how did you even come to like him back? How does anyone fall in love with someone like him? Yet here you are, sleeping on his couch, waiting for him to finish work because you can’t fall asleep unless you’re touching him.

Yet you wake up every day and look at him with that smile on your face, like he deserves everything good in this world.

He can’t help it, the constant feeling of never being enough. You’re like the sun, too bright and too warm to be contained, a gold shine forever painting the surface of your skin that he wishes he can kiss forever, just to make sure you were actually real.

You’re warm, considerate, kind, everything he’s not, his polar opposite, yet here you are.

How is this possible?

Levi loses his fight with his body and finally gazes at you.

You have an arm under your head, laying on your side to face him, eyes lightly shut. Your uniform still hugs your body, hair a neat mess on top of your head, and you make sure to keep your boots off the couch like Levi always tells you.

God, what would he do if you left? If you just realize how shitty he is and decide you don’t want anything to do with him anymore?

“You’re staring.” Your soft voice slightly startles the saddened man, his eyes widen a bit, but you keep yours closed. “Are you done with your paperwork?”

“No, not yet.”

You flutter your eyes open. “A break, then?”

Levi hesitates. He wants to touch you, wants to keep you as close to him as possible, yet feels undeserving even of that.

He doesn’t reply. His eyes do their little zoning out thing that you take notice of, and you can see what Hange was telling you of him just before you pass by. His jaw is set too firm, Adam's apple moving harshly against his delicate skin, and his eyebrows are furrowed. You don't even think that he is aware of his frown.

He only snaps back to reality when you start moving off the couch and closer to him. Something flashes in his eyes, you think you are mistaken when you take it for panic because it is wiped away from his expression as quickly as it appears.

Levi’s heart is surely going to burst out of his chest if it continues on like this. It gets even worse when your hand touches his, and you can’t help but notice when his chest trembles as he tries to regulate a healthy rhythm, and it only fuels your worry more.

You climb on his lap, his hands immediately finding your back, while yours roam from his trembling, toned chest to tense shoulders that only seem to relax under your touch.

You smile at him. You’re always smiling at him.

“Do you wanna talk to me about anything?” You ask in the softest voice you can.

Levi’s brain seems to high-wire because, once again, he fails to reply. His confused frown turns sad, turns desperate only little by little, and his arms tighten around you like you can disappear right then and there, turn into fine dust and leave him strangled with only bittersweet memories.

His usually straight lips are curved the slightest of curves downwards, and his gaze seems unable to look anywhere but your eyes.

Levi isn’t great with words, you’ve known so for so long already, so when he stays quiet, your hand finds a cold cheek. He leans in your touch, even though you can see that he tries to restrain himself from doing so, and the look on his face just breaks your heart.

Your smile fades, expression morphing into sad worry.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

My love. Your nickname to him will forever have him feeling as if he’s hearing it for the first time.

You think it’s the expedition, just like it is for all of you. He usually gets cranky before expeditions, giving you all those instructions here and there, pulling you away for some extra training even, but this is new.

The more he trains you the less worried he is about you in expeditions as you slowly but surely become another version of him minust all the extra crack, but the worry you see in his expression right now isn’t the kind of worry you’re used to before marching to your death.

Maybe something happened, something shifted, made his anxiety skyrocket, but you’ll never know unless he tells you.

Even as you hold each other like this, he doesn’t think he is loving you enough. He thinks you deserve the world, the sun, the stars, everything that shines just the way you do, everything that he is not.

You’re so good. Your love for him is way more than he deserves.

Levi shuts his eyes before they can get teary, and you’re immediately pulling him in your embrace. With a hand in his hair and the other going up and down his back soothingly, you hold him as he should be held, with all the love and care you can provide.

His arms tighten around you so much that you hear a vertebrae or two cracking, but you never let out your discomfort. You massage his scalp as he nuzzles your neck, and his breath is still shaky.

You’ve barely ever seen Levi like this.

“I’m here,” You gently tell him. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m so sorry.” His muffled words barely make it to your ear.

“What are you apologizing for?” You whisper softly, lips brushing against the top of his ear. “There’s nothing to apologize about, my love.”

There is. He thinks. There are plenty.

“Can I touch you?” His voice is small, yet dark and husky.

It warms your heart that he still always asks for that when he’s feeling down, to touch you, to feel your skin against his. It grounds him, he’s told you. Makes you feel more real.

You nod against his head and pull back to help him unbutton the shirt that lies underneath the green coat. He pulls it out of your pants, unties the binder tied tightly around your chest, and just pulls you back into your previous position again.

His lips lightly graze the skin of his neck, you fight the urge to pull away from the ticklish spot, but you’re soon distracted by the hands that roam your upper body. His touch is intimate, as if he is massaging.

Fingers trail from your stomach, to your waist, then up your back until he lovingly presses you to him by your nape with a firmer grip.

You let him do everything he pleases, letting your own eyes close as you rest your temple on the side of his head, fingers forever sinking in the raven hair. He plants a light kiss to where your shoulder meets your neck.

“You’re too good.” You hear him muffle. The feather-light touch of his fingers running down your middle soon turns into his whole hand. It trails down from your neck, between your breasts, down your diaphragm and onto your side until he settles right before your belt, and his touch turns firmer here. “Always too good for me.”

You pull away just enough to look him in the eye. Your hand returns to his cheek, and this time, you find dazed steel staring back at you, as if drunk on your touch.

What the hell could’ve happened to have him end up like this?

You pull him in for a chaste kiss, but the hand on your nape brings you closer, grip filled with need and something else, something you can’t tell, something that seems to be bubbling over him. You're pressed flush against him, bodies soon molding into one, and maybe Levi forgets his strength when he holds you like this because you’re almost out of breath.

You take matters in your own hands, then, bringing your hands up to his shoulders and you begin to massage, earning a breathy moan from the man underneath you. His grip loosens on your nape when you massage a knot away in his, and you’re given your chance to breathe when he soon relaxes enough.

You rest your forehead against his, panting slightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Your very soul could shatter at the look in his eyes, then. Because he looks up, eyes ever so glossy and oh so damn sad, desperate, scared you dare say. He tries to whisper something but it comes out incoherent, and you don’t ask him to repeat it when he doesn’t. A calloused hand falls from your nape to hold your cheek, mirroring your very position, and he pulls you in again.

It is gentler this time, slower. Your hands still massage every possible tight muscle you find, deliciously swallowing the pretty sounds he produces from the sensation.

Something clicks, then.

You pull back, his hands still roam your upper body. Levi’s lips try to chase after yours but they attach to the corner of his lips instead, to his cheek, down to line his jaw, and down to his neck. You move slow, make every kiss count, make sure that he feels your intention, make sure he feels loved.

That’s a difficult task, Levi never had anyone that makes him feel this way until you came along, and the unfamiliarity of the feeling always sends him close to tears.

There’s nothing lustful laying behind either your intentions. You kiss his scarred skin like it’s the last thing you can give him. You unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt and let your hand feel the toned muscles of his chest as you kiss away the pain, feeling his adam’s apple struggle where your lips land.

A hand slips in his hair, he tilts his head back.

“I love you so much,” You tell him, your lips brushing his skin. “So, so much, Levi. I can barely verbalise it.” Your head raises to hover above his, your free hand gently caressing where his skin is still wet with your kisses. The hand in his hair brushes it out of his face so you can take a clearer look, and it’s fucked up how you feel your own eyes water. “You’ll never know how much you really mean to me.”

“I don’t deserve this.”

“You deserve the world,” You reply instantly, teary eyes pouring emotions into his. “Walls, you deserve everything good this universe has to offer, Levi.”

The words tick him off. He tries to hide his face, tries to look away from you as he finally begins to break, but your hold is firm when you hold him still.

“I could write endless poems about every little quirk you have. About the color of your eyes. About every scar I've traced on your body, all the way down to the way you hold your damn ridiculous tea cups. I love you so much, Levi, I can barely contain it.”

A silent tear escapes the corner of his eye, and you never hesitate to kiss it as it lands down to his cheekbone. You linger there, feeling rough hands softly trace the line between your shoulder blades. You don’t notice that your own tears have been released until his thumb wipes under your eye, returning the favor.

“I wish I could love like you,” He whispers.

“Your love is already more than enough.”

#ackermonie writes #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi comfort #levi angst #sleepy levi #levi x gender neutral reader #snk levi #levi x you #captain levi #attack on titan angst #attack on titan #attack on titan fluff #attack on titan comfort #levi imagines #attack on titan imagine #aot fluff #aot angst #aot x y/n #aot imagines #aot headcanons #snk #snk headcanons #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyojin

[iamumbra195]

So I just came across a post about Pavitr in the comics having an existential crisis about not being white like all the other different variations of Peter Parker (I’m definitely reading his comics at some point).

But now I’m remembering something from when I was a kid and I was wondering if this was like a universal POC experience from before you actually understood the concept of race and discrimination or if it was a just a weird fucked up thing my mind came up with.

See when I was younger, I was in an arab predominated school, there were like two other black girls but one of them was lightskin (I didn’t even know she was black until like second grade XD) and I hated the other for... various reasons (she was my bully for like six years but we ain’t gonna talk about that) so like I had no sense of kinship with like anyone in my class or school 

Because of that environment and the fact that I didn’t know why the racist secratary always got me in trouble while letting the other girls get away with not wearing the proper uniform until like fifth grade, I had so much fucked up self esteem like when I tell you all my memories of looking in the mirror as a little kid were so messed up-- I straight up hated my appreance and would see like this warped monster thing, I’m being completely honest. When I look back at pictures of five/six year old me I’m like ‘I was cute, why the hell do my memories look so different?’

Not to mention all the colourism and older people who looked like me telling me not to stand in the sun too much so I wouldn’t get any darker. I wanted straight hair for soooo long-- like all the way until I was thirteen and relaxed my hair for the first time and ended up ruining it for like five years after that.

Here comes the fucked up part. 

I never actually met a lot of my extended family when I was younger, so when I would imagine them, I would imagine them looking nothing like me because my mom always told me they looked pretty-- I would imagine them as ARAB, like with dark wavy/straight hair and all their predominate features. 

Anyways, I was a little tiny bit surprised when I met them and they looked nothing like my imagination. But the worse part was perhaps the fact that literally every single one of them had naturally straight/wavy hair or they relaxed it every few months so it would stay that way. I was still obsessed with straight hair at that point so when they offered to get the lady who does their hair to relax my hair I was super happy and excited about it but guess what??? 

She ruined my hair. I lost so much of it, it became dry and tangly because she didn’t bother doing it properly because I was catching a flight in like three days and I needed to leave the thing in for like two days so by the time I got the results it would be too late for me to ask her to fix it or give us our money back.

For the next like three years I kept cutting my hair until all the damage grew out completely and now I don’t have a lot of hair and it’s doesn’t grow as much as it used to.

So yeah.  

I wasn’t around white ppl a lot as a kid, no public school or anything so I think experience was different and my ‘beauty standards’ were more arab beauty standards but Idk tell me if you guys had a similar experience.

Circling back to the thing I said about Pavitr, I felt like that period of my life was the time where I really related to Pavitr’s existential crisis because I constantly felt ugly or that I wasn’t good enough because I didn’t look like the girls around me. I was also kinda (?) bullied for being chubby so that did nothing to help.  

So yeah, I have a lot of feelings about this. UGH.

I really hope they explore that part of Pavitr’s life a little bit in BTSV

P.S.: does anyone else feel really disconnected from their ethnicity and culture and feels really awkward at barbeques with distant cousins and their extended family because you feel like you don’t belong or that they’re judging you because you can’t speak your native language and have grown up mostly around judgy, racist old arab people as your teachers so you adopted a lot of arab mannerisms and.... yeah, I’m gonna talk about this another day

#racism #pavitr prabhakar #internalized racism #colourism #fucked up childhood memories #rant #beyond the spiderverse

[magicalgirlmascot]

Alright more old human!Bonkles designs Hordika edition

So if memory serves, the idea was that they were stuck in their Toa forms and couldn't transform back until they got un-Hordika'd, which is why they all have their Toa hair and eye colour, as well as uniforms. The green marks on all their faces was I think supposed to be like...Visorak bite marks? Or something? I don't remember, just that the Rahaga didn't have them because they weren't mutated by Hordika venom. Anyway.

Of course Vakama was the edgy wolf boy. I mean. It was 2012 and also look at him. Honestly though what else would he be lol wolf fits

Matau, being the one most upset by the change and wanting to be human So Bad, generally tried to keep his tail around his waist like a belt (YES like in Dragon Ball Z) and wore gloves to hide his hands.

ALRIGHT DON'T JUDGE THE POSE she's supposed to be stretching out like a cat. I was 18 be nice. Anyway of course Nokama was a catgirl we needed to have a catgirl. I think it's very funny that for KNPS we've made Onewa the catgirl instead. He deserves it.

I'll be honest I'm pretty sure the main reason I made Onewa a croc was because Pokemon Black and White had just come out a couple years ago and I was obsessed with the Sandile line, so I associated crocodiles with the desert. Idk. I guess it fits him. He'll bite your legs off.

Really have no idea where this one came from if I'm being honest. I think the thought process was "big=ox?" I'm not sure.

Nuju was a bat because Ice Bats! Honestly I'm not sure why he's the only one allowed to wear jeans. I had a weird little heteronormative crush on him in college, maybe I just wanted him to be sexy, idk. He's got his belly out and everything, put that away, you're going to freeze to death and/or give Whenua a complex!

I'm not gonna lie I actually do still like the concept for this one? Something about the half-scales just speaks to me. I mean it doesn't make sense because he was definitely supposed to be some kind of gecko but it looks cool. The Rahaga's animals were all based on what kinds of animals they were meant to be good at tracking. Norik I really tried to make look like someone's friendly dad.

And then for Iruini I didn't even fucking try lmao. Yes I know his name is misspelled. He's a spider, apparently, and he does not want to fucking be here let this man go home

MILF

Coming to the distressing realization that my design choices for all the Black characters in this are just "big and beefy" which is. Not great. Pouks also doesn't want to be here. At least Onewa hadn't decided to completely forego pants and run off into the woods to bang a cryptid in this universe, so Pouks has that going for him.

Like Norik, I do like a lot of aspects to Bomonga's design here. I don't know if I like them for Bomonga specifically but I like the overall design, I think it's alright.

Honestly of all of them I think Kualus is still my favourite. He just looks good idk what to say. Also am I insane did he ever get referred to as having a scarf in canon or did I accidentally predict that by like 10 years

#bionicle #human bionicle #gaaki got hit with that anime mom side ponytail

[twilightknight17]

Yesterday on P3Re: sadness, desperately wishing Kenji would butt out, and a question for Atlus.

Fuuka has been staying up to monitor things during the Dark Hour, since we don’t know what’s going to happen now, and gets a reading from the base of Tartarus that she recognizes as Strega. This is a shock to everyone, since as far as they knew, Takaya and Jin died after their fall from the Moonlight Bridge.

I’m more shocked by the fact that navigators can hijack each other’s communication channels.

We immediately head for Tartarus, and find Chidori there alone.

Time for a boss fight.

Chidori, I think, fits somewhere between Mitsuru and Fuuka in terms of persona powers. She’s clearly got navi abilities that are stronger than Mitsuru’s, but also offensive spells and physical attacks.

(The axe on a chain is cool.)

But this boss fight isn’t normal, and after a while, Chidori stops.

Being around Junpei has changed her. For the better, I’d argue. Anything other that Takaya’s assassin club is an improvement. But it’s also given her a whole new range of feelings that she really wasn’t ready to cope with.

Now that I think about it, Chidori’s arc is pretty similar to Makoto’s in the movie. Give someone a person to care about after they’ve had nothing, and they’re going to be scared of losing them.

But, as is becoming routine for big emotional moments, Takaya and his gun are here to ruin it.

Honestly, being around Chidori has been good for Junpei, too. He’s been growing as a person now that he has a Someone he wants to fight for beyond just the team. It’s nice.

Unfortunately Takaya’s gun is still real and he just fucking shoots him.

Junpei finds himself in the hospital, where Chidori is actually being 100% honest about her feelings for once. It’s a mental thing, because she’s using her healing abilities to bring him back.

But the problem is, as Fuuka points out, her healing requires energy proportional to what she’s healing. So to bring him back to life… it’s going to take a life.

Junpei, understandably, freaks out, and instead of a normal persona evolution, he gets a fusion. I’m assuming because of how Chidori transferred her life force to him, if we’re going literal with it. Or maybe it’s just a metaphor. Either way, it’s great.

Takaya and Jin wisely decide to make themselves scarce, because Junpei is ready to kill. And… there’s nothing more we can do. Fortunately, Monday is a school holiday, so we don’t have to go, but Junpei spends all day locked in his room.

There’s nothing any of us can say to help.

On Tuesday, it’s the start of career experience week! Which I’m realizing is the sort of thing I’d like to have. Go and try out a job in a low-stakes environment to see if you vibe with it.

Unfortunately, Minato is stuck working at Wild Duck Burger. Which is basically free work for them and a hideous uniform for us.

Four days of this. God. At least the week is flying by.

Wait, is that Ryoji’s voice?

No. Please. It’s the last day. Don’t look at me in this stupid outfit.

...oh. Yeah, of course we can.

Kenji, who is also working here apparently, butts in to join us, because apparently our breaks are at the same time. So he’s also here. Ryoji wants to talk about Junpei; apparently they were working at the same place, and Junpei didn’t even show for the first day.

Yeah… I don’t know how to explain, dearest. It’s an entire backstory.

...Kenji, get out. Go away.

He does go away eventually, and Ryoji admits that he was worried about Minato, too.

I dunno if I’m doing “just fine”, but it wasn’t as hard a blow to me as it was to Junpei. It’s sweet of you to be worried, though.

But it’s okay. I’m gonna go slam through any bad feelings by killing stuff in Tartarus. We’re almost to another border floor, which means the last document is here!

Oh, hey, I was right! The antiques lady did used to work for the Kirijo Group. Nice.

Now we can just fuse some personas, and we’ll be ready to head home for the night.

…Liz, are… are you okay?

Welp, career experience week was kind of a bust, but at least we finally got Junpei out of his room. We want to help, and it’s not healthy for him to wallow alone.

The hospital sent over Chidori’s sketchbook. She apparently left it behind.

Junpei, the person you were in love with died in your arms. You do not have to ‘snap out of it’. No one is asking you to get over it right now. We just want you to let us help.

He says we won’t understand Chidori’s drawings, but I think we can understand perfectly.

I guess I should check in on my social links… How are things, Maya?

...so, the ethics teacher doesn’t even LIKE her fiance? Great. Wow. This school is so functional.

Ryoji is over that evening, but he’s hanging out with Junpei. I can’t even be mad, because Junpei’s mood has improved significantly.

I’m glad he’s doing better. It’s going to take a while to get back to normal, but he’s not being crushed under the weight of his grief anymore.

Back to school Monday, hang out with Chihiro, back home to the dorm, and…

Hon. Babe. Love of my life. TELL ME that you’re coming over and I’ll be here. We’ve already established that I’ll ignore all my social links for you. It’s like you’re getting more shy after Kyoto. Is it too hard to talk to me after realizing you’re in love with me? :P

Aigis doesn’t like that he’s here so much, though. And she’s acting weird.

No. You are a person and you are our friend. Don’t talk like that.

And lastly, Mitsuru has stayed up past midnight to take a phone call, with some interesting info.

So, Atlus, what was that about wanting to maintain the core P3 experience? Because there was no way to save Chidori in original P3. That didn’t come til later.

I wonder what I did that saved her. Was it buying the flower?

Either way, what a bunch of bozos. “Core P3 experience” my ass.

Oh well. December is next, and I am ready to get my heart broken! Bring it on!

#Li plays P3Re

[azttore]

For the ITs Leader trio, who pulls off Dress and who pulls of Tuxedos Best?

Also, favorite winter down/past time?

oh wow ! i am assuming this is in reference to my au art …? i am going to be honest, i am unsure what you mean by leader trio, as narukami is the only one ever considered a leader. so excuse me if i misunderstood ^^” but in context with my au post

narukami 100% is the best dress wearer and absolutely pulls off any fit he tries. my idea of narukami is that once he met mitsuru, the gloves were off in his gender presentation game. he saw her and was like “…wow! i can be like that! i too can be a girlboss!” then proceeded to do exactly that. i think narukami would favor those thigh-knee cut slim fit dresses, like in the spy movies- or those floor length slim fits with a little tail. something showy and bright, give him an excuse to bring makeup and jewelry too. i like to think that once he grew comfortable with his identity, he tried to one up mitsuru in anything he pulled off when they were working on something together. friendly girlboss competition.

between naoto and yosuke, they fit two specifcially different types of suit to me. i am not a fan of being tapped to the narrow box of tuxedo, so i hope you don’t mind me expanding a bit.

naoto is likely “the best” with pulling off a suit, but that is inly due to his nature. when you are the great detective prince, you have to carry a sort of air that comes with learning how to be fashionably acceptable. while he could certainly pull off a tuxedo, without a doubt, i actually think naoto would be a little more… uniquie, about it. tailored suit and simple tweaks to the existing style to give it more of a princely sense of theme, is what i personally see. i will have to draw it at somepoint, i am not the best as explaining things, my apologies. my main point of inspirational reference for naoto and the suits he would wear is older, royal like dress shirts and vests/blazers, coat tails and embroidered patterns- some much similar to that of the jouin uniforms of smtv.

yosuke would be the perfect picture of just a guy in a suit and i love that for him so fucking much. i feel like it solidly depends on the type of event on whether he really dresses it up or not. sometimes he can be in a rather quickly put together, budget buy tux. looks like a guy going to prom for the first time. probably needs help tying his tie. when he does put in the effort, however, yosuke can pull off a really well-put tux with no problem. between narukami fashion osmosis and having to learn how to be taken seriously in the field of law, he caught on pretty quickly on how to care for a suit and dress to a t. you just gotta convince him whether or not the occasion is worth it or not- because otherwise? this mans sense of fashion is a fucking disaster i love him so bad but he dresses like a middle aged dad in hawai’ian shirts and khakis. he wears those fucking tshirts with the tuxedo printed on the front. probably wears fucking socks with sandals and freaks out over those water shoes with the toes.

outside of those three, if you would have asked me about the entire investigation team-

both answers would be rise. rise can pull off any shape of dress just as good as she can suit, and i think she opts for those very dress-like suits with frills and tails. rise, narukami and naoto working on pulling off some of the most elaborate, unique fashion takes meanwhile yosuke is standing in the enterance way wearing a shirt that says “man i love fishing” in a pair of shorts that have ten pockets and big ass sneakers too big for his damn feet. i like them so bad. i do think rise and yosuke go in brand name shopping sprees together, she helps him find the cool shit. rise is naoto’s biggest supporter in fashion choice and likely has a hand in getting him a lot of custom work done. as a note to the au, i like to think rise is qprs with the trio. they all hold hands sometimes.

as for your last question!

vacation. oh my god this team needs a fucking break. they are overworked to shit please just give them sometime to hang out and breathe.

in those moments of peace, i think they each are still figuring out their pursuits and hobbies. the only one i am really sure of is that i think naoto is writing in his off time. i feel he has a big attachment to literature, or at least knowledge, and wants to have his own book of sorts. not too sure the type of book, ill get back to you on that, but it feels right to me that he’d be writing in his off time (even though it is still technically work and needs to be convinced to take a break).

sorry this is a world wall i am a little autisitic about them

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