#but i still love this anime nonetheless; it's literally perfect for me

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Traditional III

I think this is a little bit of a slow start for this series, and I apologize for that, I'm still kinda setting up some background pieces. I got a few big plans ahead here. I hope you like it. You can find the first two parts here: Traditional

Warnings: slight 18+ topics mentioned (like you have to squint to see them)

“Do...you expect...more from me?” She asked quietly. She didn’t meet his gaze as she asked. Harry saw the way her cheeks turned pink as she spoke.

"I would love t’do more with you of course. But m’not an animal. M’not going to make you.”

“You kind of pay me to do that though,” she reminded him still not fully looking at him.

"M’not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to. I just want to spoil you.”

Harry was quietly but almost assuredly in love. There were hundreds of reasons not to be. First and foremost, she was his intern. Maybe not his directly...but at his company, nonetheless. There were so many issues with falling in love with someone that was subordinate to him. But here he was. The second reason was of course that he wasn’t supposed to fall in love with someone he was paying money to for the arrangement agreed upon.

But how could he not? She was the most adorable thing he had ever laid eyes on. She was so kind and intelligent. The way her nerves seemed to amplify while she was at dinner with him versus the confidence she exuded when she shook his hand was unbelievably cute. He thought of all the things to be nervous about, it would be working at his company. But apparently, spending the evening with someone who already wanted to be in her presence was the kind of thing to get someone so cutely riled up.

The second he heard her voice say Styles Incorporated he was done for. He wanted it to be her last name—he didn’t care about how ridiculous the sentiment was. Hearing her say his last name sounded so perfect in her voice he practically melted. The moment he saw her in person was like trying to balance himself on a tightrope. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let her go. But he was the boss of the company she was interning for, so he had to pretend he was just meeting her. Like he didn’t just scour her interest profile and all social media looking at her cute little being.

Hey beautiful. What are you up to today? Do you want to come over? I make really good Ramen.

Oh, I’d really like that! She answered almost instantly. Harry smiled excitedly at the prospect of seeing the sweet girl in a few minutes. But...I’m building my furniture with Louis and Eleanor :(

Harry frowned. He didn’t want her to build her cheap furniture. He didn’t want her buying cheap furniture. But he wasn’t going to make her return everything she already bought...and he wasn’t going to make her skip out on her friends...as much as he wanted her to. Oh. Don’t you mean you and Eleanor? He remembered what she said good naturedly about her best friend.

No literally, lol. Yes. Me and Eleanor, you’re right. She sent a laughing emoji and Harry wished he could hear her laugh out loud. He loved her light little giggle that he got to enjoy at dinner the other night. He didn’t get to see her today at work, but he wished he did. It was why he was asking her if she wanted to come over now.

While he was reminiscing about her, he missed the three little dots signaling her second reply. We were going to order pizza...if you like pineapple on your pizza you CAN’T come over but if you like GOOD pizza, then you can come and entertain Eleanor and I if you’d like.

He thought her humor was easily one of his favorite qualities about her. Have you tried it love? It’s not that bad.

Here I was, starting to like you...I’m not ordering it.

He chuckled at her response. I won’t make you...I’ll be there in fifteen?

I’ll see you then :)

Harry wasn’t really one to worry about what to wear, but suddenly he had no idea. What do you wear to help your employee, but also love interest, but also companion that he found off the internet to help build cheap furniture? He decided on a pair of dark jeans, a T-shirt, and some trainers he had lying by the door of his home. It occurred to him he was meeting her best friends and he thought that maybe he should have put in a bit more effort. It was only their second time together outside of work. Nonetheless, he was very excited and really looking forward to seeing her in her element.

*

“Louis,” she begged.

“I just want to ask him how many millions he’s worth. I don’t know why that’s an issue.”

She looked at Eleanor pleadingly. “Lou,” she said gently and then smiled kindly.

“Oh alright,” he rolled his eyes. “I’ll behave. But I won’t like it.”

At that moment, her phone signaled she had a visitor waiting in the lobby. She didn’t know if it would be pizza or Harry, so she headed down with her wallet just in case.

As she descended the staircase the one floor, she seemed to have an epiphany that she was wearing a pair of leggings and a t-shirt she would typically wear to the spin class she went to once a year with Eleanor. She realized she was entirely underdressed to see someone as beautiful as Harry. More so someone that she was employed by—in more than one way. She doesn’t know what possessed her to invite Harry over to meet her friends and build furniture. But she did know. She knew because she already liked him so much.

“Wow, thanks, mate,” the man was stuffing the money into his pocket as Harry held the three pizza boxes in his hands. She imagined Harry must have given him a substantial tip. In her head, Harry probably didn’t walk around with any bill smaller than a fifty.

“Oh, Harry. You didn’t have to do that,” she said quickly hurrying over to the pizza guy and Harry. The delivery guy was someone that she had run into several times over the last few years since she loved this pizza place.

“Oh, hey lady,” he smirked at her. “Your boyfriend said he would pay. Figured it wasn’t an issue,” he shrugged. Her cheeks pinked at the word boyfriend directed at Harry and she bit her lip waiting for Harry to answer instead. She waved gently to the man exiting with the large tip and he winked at her over his shoulder. He gave her a thumbs up and she swore she could see him mouth the word upgrade.

“Not a problem, love,” he responded with an easy smile. “Just happened here at the same time.”

With pizza in hand, she awkwardly made her way back to the stairwell trying to calm her nerves. Especially since Louis never had a filter. Harry was professional and lovely. He paid her in more than one way, and he was about to meet her crazy best friends. She worried she was about to lose both sources of income in a matter of minutes. “Y’okay, kitten?” He asked quietly as she approached her door.

“Mhmm...” she hummed. “Nervous.”

He chuckled. “Don’t be,” he said it easily. “M’excited t’meet your friends.” Swallowing, she nodded and pushed the door open.

“How much do we owe you?” Louis called from the living room.

“Um...Harry paid, so you’d have to ask him,” she still sounded nervous as she kicked her flipflops off at the door and made her way through the little entry way.

“S’all set,” Harry said easily. Obviously. It was pizza, and he didn’t mind in the slightest paying for the four of them. He set the pizzas on the counter in the kitchen and turned to her friends spread about empty cardboard boxes and plastic bags. Her couch was pushed against the wall facing the TV and the new stand it sat upon. She had music playing softly in the background that echoed through the room from the TV. Eleanor was focused on the directions in front of her while Louis twirled the little wrench in his hand.

“Thanks, Harry,” Louis said and stood to hold his hand out. “Nice t’meet you. Heard a lot about you,” he smirked.

“Hi Harry,” Eleanor chirped leaving the directions to flutter back to the floor and gave him a hug. “Thanks for coming to help. Louis gets us distracted a lot.”

“Entertained,” he corrected. Harry chuckled.

“Looks like you’ve made a lot of progress,” he noted that the coffee table was also completed in addition to the TV stand.

“Miss Impatient over there couldn’t wait,” Louis said. “El and I are on dresser duty.”

“Shh,” she hushed as she was still putting out paper plates and getting some napkins to put beside the pizza. “The coffee table and TV stand were like three parts total.”

Harry chuckled. “Didn’t take you as impatient, love,” he said softly in her direction.

She ignored his comment. “Can I get you a drink?” She asked as if the conversation around her wasn’t happening.

“Oh, she hides it very well,” Louis told Harry.

“She’s not impatient Louis,” Eleanor rolled her eyes. “She’s independent.”

“Terrible really,” Louis murmured causing Harry to chuckle.

“Water is fine, kitten,” he finally responded as if he wasn’t causing the racing of her heart just by being there.

*

Louis and Eleanor left after two bookshelves, the dresser, and the night table were put together. Louis claimed exhaustion because he was old despite Eleanor and her doing most of the heavy lifting. After a grateful goodbye, she ushered them out the door, Eleanor whispering to call her later in her ear.

In her eyes, it was really starting to look and feel like home. Harry was extremely helpful and wasn’t irritated at all by the lifting or the tedious labor of putting together cheap furniture. Harry was in fact pushing the bookshelves into position. “Y’should really anchor this down,” he told her.

“Er...I don’t want to mess up the walls. They charge you a fortune for that when you move out,” she explained. Harry smirked at her knowingly.

“I’d like t’see them try.”

She snorted and pushed her boxes labeled books toward the shelves. “Sorry, I forgot,” she said. “You’re very...down to earth.”

“Thank you, love. I try t’be.” Harry was reading the titles of the books as he put them on her shelves. He thought you could learn a lot about a person based on what they read. She seemed to read a bit of everything which made sense. She appeared worldly and intelligent. Her choices ranged from psychological non-fiction to romantic novels set at Christmas time. There were several historical fiction books as well. “You read a lot?” He asked.

“I used to...” she shrugged. “I get really caught up in my schoolwork. When I have time in the summer, I can read two to three books a week but that’s only when I’m not stressed about other things.”

“I see.”

“Do you read?”

“Uh...a little here and there...but not too often. I should read more. I get very busy with the company and everything,” he explained.

“I’ve been trying to read for thirty minutes every day since...well...since I was staying with Louis and Eleanor. I turn my phone off and set a timer on the microwave and everything. Louis hated waiting for it to be over so we could watch our shows and stuff.”

“S’nice you have Louis and Eleanor,” Harry remarked. “I don’t know what I’d do without Niall.”

“They’ve been the best people in my life for so long,” she said with so much kindness, so much reverence for them, Harry felt his heart stutter just as a bystander for her love for the pair.

“How did you meet them?”

“Louis was my older brother’s best friend. Since before grade school. They did everything together. He’s like my own brother...and Eleanor has been in his life since they were in high school, she’s like an older sister to me, too.”

“Oh, s’nice. I didn’t know you had a brother.”

There was a pause. If Harry wasn’t so enthralled by her, he might have missed how brief the pause really was. But he watched her swallow as she broke the cardboard box down and set it to the side as she slid the next one in front of her to start placing more books on the shelf. Her eyebrows pinched together just slightly. “He died when I was in high school,” she murmured. “Louis and Eleanor haven’t left me alone since.”

Harry thought of his older sister Gemma. The thought of her dying was enough to break his heart. He was overcome with grief for the poor girl who just casually went on organizing her books. Harry wasn’t sure how she could remain upright. How she could continue living. Gemma was one of his best friends. The way she spoke about Louis and Eleanor with so much admiration...he could only imagine how much love she had for her biological brother. “Jesus,” he muttered under his breath. “M’so sorry, love,” he said quietly.

She nodded, swallowed hard again. She didn’t speak for a few minutes. Harry just let her put her books on the shelf and he silently watched her as it was clear the grief while manageable probably hurt a lot at times like this. Her eyes glistened a bit and she shook her head. “You have a sister, you said?” She asked eventually.

“Yeah, she’s older than me, too. Her name’s Gemma.”

She nodded. “You should call her and tell her you love her,” she said quietly. “Often,” she mumbled.

Harry thought he would cry. “I will,” he promised.

They were quiet for a bit of time until all the books were neatly displayed. She stood up and cracked her neck side to side and put her hands on her hips. “Thank you,” she said finally. He shook his head.

“Not a problem, love.”

He was looking at her like she might break down crying. “Can I ask you something?” She wondered.

“Of course.”

“Do...you expect...more from me?” She asked quietly. She didn’t meet his gaze as she asked. Harry saw the way her cheeks turned pink as she spoke. The change in subject seemed so rapid but Harry didn’t know much about the grief she was feeling. It may have been over five years since it happened, but he imagined that coping with it was something that was still so prominent in her life. He wished he dug deeper into her social media. Wished that he searched her name in obituary searches or asked about her family earlier. It seemed like an entirely vulnerable way to bring it up and now she was stuck with him in her apartment where she probably felt completely exposed.

Hence her question. Taking a deep breath Harry wanted to tell her he would love to make out with her like a horny college frat boy. And yes, he had thought of bending her over this cheap furniture at least ten times since he arrived. But Harry liked to believe he wasn’t like most men on the website he found her on; he would never make her do anything she didn’t want to. He wanted her to be comfortable around him. Especially since he was kind of falling madly in love with her with every passing second. “I don’t expect anything but for you t’be yourself, kitten,” he said softly. “If our...relationship heads that way, m’open to it, of course. You’re beautiful, intelligent, kind, and funny. I would love t’do more with you of course. But m’not an animal. M’not going to make you.”

“You kind of pay me to do that though,” she reminded him still not fully looking at him. Her eyes darted to the pile of flattened cardboard boxes, and he watched the way her fingers kind of shook as she reached for other scraps of plastic and Styrofoam to put in the trash pile.

Tilting his head at her, he reached out and placed a hand over hers, stilling the shakiness and gave her a squeeze. It felt like heaven just to hold her hand. Harry felt so lucky he found her before someone else did. “M’not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to. I just want to spoil you.”

“And help me build cheap furniture that you hate?” She asked with a smirk. She squeezed his hand back and Harry swore he could hear wedding bells in his head.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t remind me,” he practically groaned. “I would’ve bought you real furniture.”

She grinned so cutely, wrinkling her nose at him. “I bought a real couch and bed.”

“A miracle, it seems,” he grumbled looking at the particle board that seemed to bend a bit with each book she placed on the last shelf.

*

Harry felt he was floating he sat in his office. Spending the evening with her, even just building furniture, furthered how smitten he was with the angel he happened to find on the Internet. Over the last month they hung out several more times, not doing much of anything of importance. Some nights they went out and Harry bought her fancy meals and drinks (and her favorite desserts). Other nights they watched a movie on her comfy, stable couch while Harry wondered if her TV stand was going to fall apart under the weight of her TV.

In the meantime, she didn’t see much of Harry while at work. Most of the time she was in Niall’s office tending to his needs and learning the ins and outs of his job. From what Niall said and what he could see, she was a natural, of course. She was brilliant. “If m’not careful, she might take my job,” Niall chuckled rubbing the back of his head. They were meeting in Harry’s office going over his latest spreadsheet that was so much more organized than the last five years of spreadsheets Niall ever provided. As anticipated, it was all thanks to her.

Harry smirked and rolled his eyes. “You would be so lucky,” he muttered.

“You like this one,” Niall noted. Harry avoided his friend’s eye contact as he looked through the papers on his desk.

Harry nodded. “She’s good,” he shrugged.

“The others were good,” Niall replied, knowingly.

“Are y’snooping as my employee or my friend?” He asked without looking up.

“Best friend,” he qualified.

Harry shrugged again and thought about the pretty girl just down the hall looking adorable and being her perfect self. He hadn’t told Niall yet. But he wanted to. His only hesitation was making her uncomfortable. He didn’t think Niall would say or do anything, but...the idea of betraying her trust or making her feel inadequate at work made him feel like it could be the most horrible thing in the world. “She gets me tea,” he smirked.

“Honestly, I was shocked you gave her company card on the first day,” he chuckled.

Harry felt his eyebrows knit close together. “What?” He said simply.

Niall was seated across from him casually and he glanced at Harry almost curiously. He shrugged. “The coffee and tea?” He asked.

“I thought you gave her a card.”

Niall blinked in surprise. “Uh...no,” he shook his head. “I didn’t give her anything.”

Harry felt irritated. The kind of irritation he felt when she tried to pay for dinner. Or when she bought cheap furniture. Or any time she thought she was inconveniencing him. There was a knock on the other side of Harry’s office at that moment. “Come in,” he called.

“Oh, speak of the angel,” Niall grinned brightly. Harry stared at her, coffee, tea in her hand. Smiling kindly as she entered, she set the tray of drinks on Harry’s desk, and he watched her every movement.

“Talking about me?” She asked quietly. “Doesn’t sound good.”

“All good things, darling,” he promised.

“How do you pay for our coffee?” Harry asked bluntly, quickly, ignoring Niall entirely. He was miffed. In over a month of being here she had probably spent at least a hundred dollars a week of her own money on coffee for the three of them. More, if she went on behalf of other people. Which she was apt to do if anyone asked while in the same room when she asked Niall if he wanted something.

“Harry,” he said quietly. “Stop,” Niall rolled his eyes.

“Uh...I pay for it,” she admitted.

Niall blinked. “You pay for it?” He asked.

“Um...yeah...I thought—”

“Darling, that’s probably cost you a small fortune...s’not sustainable.”

Technically it was Harry buying coffee. But that’s not what he gave her money for.

“Really, it’s okay. I have—”

Harry was already pulling a checkbook out of his top desk drawer. He wrote her name and made it out for a thousand dollars before sliding it to her. She blanched seeing the amount. Oh, she was going to get an earful later. She just knew it. “Let me know if you need more,” he said simply. “Niall, can you please go get her a company card?” Niall stood taking his drink from the tray and headed for the door. He knew when Harry meant business. Literally and figuratively. This was one of those times. He didn’t fully understand why Harry was all up in arms about this, but if he was going to write her a check for coffee, he wasn’t going to question his friend’s reasoning.

“Wait, Niall...,” she said hurriedly. Her cheeks were warming, and her heart rate felt aflutter...like when Harry picked her up from her apartment and held doors open for her. “I...I just set up a tab with the Starbucks across the street. They give us a discount because I go so often. I just tip them and pay at the end of each week...it’s not this much,” she said quickly handing the check back to Harry. A look passed between the two of them and Harry looked away briefly before Niall caught it. He didn’t want him to be suspicious...he would tell him. Niall was his best friend after all. But he couldn’t do it in the workplace. This was a private conversation for sure.

“You set up a tab?” Niall asked. Harry stared at her with so much...annoyance. She could feel his irritation seeping through the air, and she truly thought she was going to lose both her jobs for this. It was just coffee and she had already told Harry she didn’t need as much money as he gave her. Coffee was the least she could do. “Why didn’t we think of that?” Niall directed his question to Harry.

Harry didn’t know either. His agitation disintegrated by the second as he realized she was much more brilliant than he gave her credit for—even for something as simple and lovely as coffee. She didn’t make eye contact with anyone. It made her look like she was in trouble with a school principal. Her fingers fidgeted with the pockets of her skirt and Harry thought about how he wanted to kick Niall out of his office and how much he would love to rip the skirt off her so he could have her all to himself. She was too beautiful, too smart. He was grateful he was seated behind his desk hiding his lower half. “Don’t buy coffee for anyone here with your own money,” Harry told her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh stop,” Niall said shaking his head coming back to her. He put a hand on her arm and gave her a gentle squeeze. “‘Thank you, darling.’ Is what Harry meant.”

“Yes. Thank you. Don’t do it again.” Harry didn’t fully understand what was happening to him regarding this perfect girl. Never in his life did he anticipate finding a companion online, spoiling her rotten, and seemingly falling for her at the same time. So much so that he was jealous of Niall. He wanted to yank his best friend’s arm out of its socket solely for touching her arm.

Unfortunately, she saw the way his eyes connected with Niall’s hand on her arm. She was definitely going to get an earful tonight.

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Yandere Pomefiore x reader AU |Discovery for the Queen

Okay so context is here but you don't need it if you don't want to

I felt like I didn't communicate this idea clearly enough so I change some things

Mostly Rook and Vil but I'll elaborate if you ask me Btw⚠️things get pretty dark⚠️

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“(Y/n)?! From highschool!!??” 

You turned to see the nicely aged Silk, a semi-popular kid you shared multiple classes with. You were surprised to see him in Pomefiore, nonetheless you let him hug you even with all the groceries you had. You had left your little cottage in order to gather ingredients for a family recipe. While excitingly sharing some tales with the visiting children you were overheard and asked to make it. And since you were watching the kids anyway you figured you might as well. 

“H-hi I’m surprised to see you out here. I always took you for someone who loved city life.”

“Yeah well things have been a little hectic lately…” 

He spoke of his typical sub-celebrity status coming under fire for some false claims about being racist. He continued to talk, not noticing or rather ignoring your uncomfortable darting eyes. You worriedly checked on the prespirating milk jug and you absent-mindedly nodded in hopes he’d wrap things up. 

“--and they just kept making a big deal over one word I said like five weeks ago. So judgemental.”

“Well that's great but I have to go. I bought some milk and I really need to get this in the fridge soo..”

“That's cool I’ll just follow you around then.”

“E-excuse me?” You missed the part where you invited him to do such a thing.

“Yeah I mean who better to show me around then my old buddy?!”

“But I have to-”

”Great, now let's go before that spoils.”

You rolled your eyes as he walked to his car, waiting for you to go to yours. As you drove you kept an eye on him in the rear view mirror internally cursing him when he turned when you did. Slamming your door as you dragged your groceries towards your cottage you grumbled as he moved as he fell in line with your steps all the while ranting about whatever. He only stopped when the sound of a car pulling into your driveway made him slow and you internally thank whoever it was that was being the perfect distraction.

“Bonjour mon chér! I noticed you struggling!” 

“Ah thanks Rook.” You let the sheriff take the remaining bags from your arms as you reached for your keys and let everyone in. Immediately you began putting the groceries away with Rook helping on the side. While leaving out some ingredients that you need to cook with he looked at Silk from the corner of his eye, opening his mouth to ask but was stopped by the man in question himself.”

“O. M. G. Rook? Like Rook Hunt, the former animal kid? Man, did everyone from school move here?” 

“W-wait what? He went to Night Raven too?!” 

You looked at the sheriff who was still smiling but his eyes looked annoyed as he nodded his head in greeting. 

“Well it's nice to see you too, monsieur peu profond, taking a vacation from your career?” 

“Finally,” he patted the sheriff’s back, “someone who knows who I am! I can’t tell you how many people I come across in this podunk small town–”

He droned on and on letting you look on at the occasionally nodding Rook. You were trying to recall where in school you might’ve seen someone that resembled the man you knew today. All you could think of was the…different blond kid that was often mocked and feared by everyone. But that couldn’t have been him because his hair was long and unruly; he was rumored to have ridiculous stats on people and he was notorious for his…creepy green eyes. 

Maybe he did actually go to your highschool.

You pushed the thought aside offering them some tea as you began prepping to make your soup. Perhaps the mayor could be of assistance, after all he did say that they met in highschool…

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“Whoa you can’t tell me this place is literally a part of this dump-town.”

You swallowed the urge to yell at him as you and Rook entered the mayor's office. The sheriff said he had to complete some business anyway so he came with, enduring Silk’s insults. You could tell that he felt the same way as his smile dropped and for a moment you were worried he was going to go full on hunter on this man but thankfully the mayor intervened. 

“Perhaps you meant to say rustic, potato.” 

In all his glory, was Vil Schoenheit walking into the lobby with his secretary and some other townsfolk exiting that room. You went to greet him raising your hand to wave but the following words were stopped once again by the oblivious Silk. 

“WHAT!? Is this where you’ve been hiding all these years!? The internet’s going to blow up with this-Hey!”

Before he could even press on the app Vil snapped his fingers and his secretary snatched the phone out of his hand. Stepping in between Silk who was reaching desperately for the device Rook continued to smile. 

“As the sheriff I’m going to ask that you refrain from recording our mayor. And on that note aren’t you supposed to be taking a break off of the internet.”

“Ugh fine..I guess.” 

You abandoned greeting your friend and instead tried to talk to him again only for Silk to once again interrupt. 

“So Vil-”

“SO LIKE How’ve you been? It's been ages since highschool and you’ve gotta be pounding some serious p-”

You were done. While he was distracted with Vil you silently dismissed yourself to your car, hurriedly trying to start your car. You blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. Why were you crying? Why were you being so sensitive? It's not like you weren’t used to being pushed aside…being ignored…You did a quick swipe at your eyes and took the car out of park and into reverse only to be stopped by Vil who just seemed to appear at the window. 

“You wanted to talk to me?”

“...I did but I’ll just text you later.”

Wordlessly the former model reached over you and put the car in park once again. Stopping to let his hand rest on your seat buckle effectively caging you to give you that look.

“..You’re giving me that look again…”

“Because I know you want to say something and as…your friend I don’t want you to suffer like that.” He seemed to choke on the words at somepoint but maintained the eye contact you dreaded. You tried to look deeper into his violet eyes and you found yourself relenting when you saw that commanding determination.

“D-did you know we went to the same highschool, Night Raven?”

He didn’t immediately answer, flickering to the building almost accussingly before dipping his head.

“I did..I assume the Silkworm said something.”

“H-he did,” something in you felt wrong confirming  but you pressed on. “Why didn’t you say something, unless you were mad I wouldn’t remember or something?”

Vil once again flickered his eyes to the building before laying it all out for you.

“I’m sure all caterpillars are embarrassed to be seen as the inching, ugly thing that they are. Until their final transformation to the glorious creature you see today. I needed some time to get there and I didn’t want to disgust you.” 

“Ah Vil, you could never.” You brought your hand to rest on top of Vil’s manicured own, looking into his eyes once more as he stared back with wide-eyes.”I would’ve loved you no matter what you were like. That's part of the beauty of knowing someone for so long, I can see more than anyone how far you’ve come. From learning your own mistakes and setting a different course for your life.” 

You exhaled, tired and proud that you were totally able to protagonist your way into your friend's heart who had begun to smile at you. He crossed his arms to lean himself on your open window, still smiling with what looked to be giddy. 

“Loving, huh?” 

“Sorry if that was cheesy, but I meant it.”

He chuckled and looked like he wanted to say something only to hear the slam of his mayor’s office door open. It was Silk, storming out with his hair in disarray and angrily clutching onto his phone. Spotting you he slotted himself in the same window Vil was just leaning into. 

“We have to go! These nut jobs are out of control and you know what, I’m done with this internet ban! I am going to record! I am going to post! I’ll need an internet connection…”

“W-well it was…great to see you again but I have to go” You tried to leave him hoping he’d finally go on his way.

“It’s cool I’ll see you back at the house.” “What?!”

“What?”

“Sacre bleu!” 

You, Vil, and Rook seemed to be on the same page about this man fighting it within you to not let out a frustrated scream. 

“Don’t you all look so surprised, I need an internet connection to do this.” He walked off going into his car skirting away before any of you could protest. A groan of silence fell over you three before Vil spoke.

“I think he should be invited to the town-hall meeting. Rook could you?”

“Already did, Roi du Poison. (Y/n) will you be willing I wouldn’t mind coming over to ‘surveil for vermin.’”

You got what he was trying to say and at this rate you would need him and the whole town to get Silk off your back.

“Thanks Rook, I’d appreciate it.”

Once again your precession left the mayor’s estate in hopes of getting to your house before Silk destroyed it. 

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“WHATS-UP GUYS HERE WITH ANOTHER VIDEO–” 

This had been going on for too long without a sign of stopping watching this grown man stomp around your house as he shared way too much of his life. You tried to keep your especially personal effects out of his way and even with Rook’s help you just couldn’t keep up.

So you just resigned to sitting at the counter wistfully sighing as you and Rook enjoyed some (f/d). You were just going to ignore him before feeling the tug of Silk's arm pulling you close to his chest in the light of the camera with words that made your heart sink.

“I know what you all have been saying. ‘Ah~he’s a racist.’ but think about it, how can I be when one of them is my friend. See? Say hello to everyone (Y/n)!”

You felt like throwing up. You shoved the man, ignoring his whines as he continued to perform for the camera. Running through your house you finally let go, allowing yourself to sob into the field that leads beyond your porch, where you felt truly released from the presence of the man’s proverbial stench. You let your frustration out with your own weak exterior that let this fool into your house. Cursing the part of you that couldn’t seem to remove him yourself. 

You failed to realize that Rook had come from within the house to hold you tightly from behind. When you felt his presence at your back and the comforting scent of pine you turned into his chest to cry. He held you tight as you sobbed into his uniform clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. Rook let himself lean into you, sending a glance at Silk who was still inside your house fussing about how bad the internet connection was. The only comfort he got from the image was the fact that the town meeting was today and that Silk happily accepted the invitation. 

Holding onto you even as you began to doze off, you sleepily asked Rook to stay longer and on any other day he would have happily agreed but, “There’s a town meeting, I have to mon chéri.” 

When you protest, hazy and not fully aware he lovingly gives a peck to your unattended forehead.  

“Don’t fret, I'll see you soon. Sleep, so you’ll have enough energy when the children come.” With such little coaxing you were dozing away for your late evening nap completely unaware as the sheriff’s whole visage of soothing became one of malice as he stalked to the living room where Silk was still complaining about Wifi. 

“Finally, so are we going to this party or not?” 

Silk spoke so nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just made his darling cry themselves to sleep. Slapping on an artificial smile, Rook Hunt directed him to his car insisting he let Silk relax as he chauffeured the brat, the former classmate of his to the town hall. 

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“Alright and where does this puzzle piece go?”

Finally the children were here, happily entertaining themselves all around your house having ate your family dish and preparing to head to bed. Despite outnumbering you twelve to one they were all quite well behaved but there was a hint of disorganization seeing as someone was missing.

“Oh Miss/Mister (Y/n), I miss Humphrey…I know it's his first town meeting but I just miss him.”

“Awww me too, (Y/n)!” 

“Yeah, I miss him too.”

Suddenly everyone was overcome with a bout of sadness and you were only able to calm one. So you chose itty-bitty baby Rew rocking her as she scrunched up her face in preparation to ball. Soothing her amidst the noise you missed the previous action of one of the children climbing up on the mahogony coffee table to regain order. 

“Then let's go see him, right now!” 

The cheers and stampeding feet out your door had you running right after them as they quite easily navigated themselves to town hall. What did you expect? They had lived here all their lives mastering the ins and outs of this place better than you of course still having moved here just a short while ago. So you only expected to be scolded when they ran to the basement of the building flinging it open and running in. What you weren’t ready for was the grandiose structure beneath this building. That acted as a nosebleed section for the ones committing to something you would imagine to be revealed in books you’ve read long ago. 

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“T-this is quite the weird p-party Rook…D-did y-you f-forget to bring a robe for me?” 

“Nope, it's all part of the routine! No worries you won’t be cold much longer, monsieur peu profond.” 

Silk was naked, told to strip for what he assumed to be easier access among a crowd of people from the town doing exactly the same. He expected this to be a frenzy of some kind, an all out fest since everyone in the town seemed to be a swinger. But no one reached for him instead moving around him as they each went to mannequins of their matching size with robes on them. 

Now everyone had a robe except for him, suddenly bashful he went to cover himself while listening to Rook guide him through this dungeon-like area. 

Perhaps this was a bit of foreplay? He had a growing discomfort in his chest as he felt the need to hide his phone. He couldn’t hide it well but it didn’t seem like anyone noticed as he crossed his arms and held the object to his torso. 

Arriving in an elaborate room decorated in indigo tapestries with a crown-like emblem with a golden finish. He couldn’t help but gasp in awe at the regal-feel the space had. Not to mention on a throne sat Vil Schoenheit dressed in a similar robe with more golden accents and with his hood pulled down. There was someone next to him, a shorter girl with light hair and big blue eyes. He swooned a little but shook it off to maintain his composure

He had to capture it. 

Pulling out his phone to snap a picture or two. Everything that he, for whatever reason, feared went down. The first picture flash and sound went off but it illuminated the balconied seats that were empty but there. The second picture directed at the glitzed out duo on a stand had its subjects and everyone around them glaring. Wordlessly his phone was snatched away by a short cloaked person who defected from the group to hand it to the pretty girl beside Vil. Silk felt the pull of other cloaked persons hold him back, dragging him away from his phone that was being inspected in the gloved hands of this seemingly bored girl. 

Finally being let go he was launched into an ashy stage that immediately covered his knees, feet, and hands in disgusting soot. Standing up to avoid touching anymore of it he stood up to see some device being hooked up to his phone before watching its illuminated screen light up in the face of this girl, who grimaced as the videos loudly played. Everything he had said just hours before was being replayed for everyone and as Silk stood there in the nude he thought that perhaps he might have annoyed some if not all the people there. Different cloaked figures were gasping, sneering, and cursing at the content on his phone. Especially the girl, Vil, and Rook who were respectfully glaring at the video, glaring at his podium, and glaring at Silk with an unforgiving scowl. 

“Alright, for once I’m not stalling this ceremony let's begin.” The girl–boy? spoke with disgust as he finally looked at Silk

“I agree.” The former model’s tone was certain and commanding, as he simply nodded his head for the cloaked figures to begin pulling things from a storage bin nearby. Dawning shiny elbow-reaching gloves the locals began pulling out their tools of choice.

Whips?! Paddles?!

Chains?!

So maybe a little BDSM?!

No, that wasn’t it. 

Swords?!

Fire pokers, being heated up?!

Bats!?

One fellow had a bucket that he dipped a cloth in it no sooner dissolved with a fizzle and thats when he tried screaming. 

“Ugh this one’s so unruly.” 

“Yeah hey Sister ya brought a needle with ya didn’t ya?”

“Actually crochet pins.”

“That’ll work.” 

A lot of them held him in the soot while this ‘sister’ forced his mouth shut before stabbing them into his lips effectively pinning it close and forcing Silk to swallow his screams and his own blood as Rook went to speak. 

“Gather around the Plumes of Pomefiore and gaze upon the wicked waste of the clueless others. An outsider, corrupted without the blessing of your queen.”

“Burn ‘m!”

“Tear him apart!”

“Peel his skin off!” 

Vil stood tall on his podium before booming out once more. 

“Silence!” 

They listened, bowing their heads for the speech to continue.

“As is tradition, anyone your queen refuses to accept, you have every right to exterminate them but remember this! The power of their life force must be given to your queen dedicated and devoted to your practice for this to be true! Will you do this?”

The echoed chambers roared with a resounding cry of ”Yes.” As the final chant was made by Rook, Vil, and Epel who somehow incited the kindling of a purple flame to erupt on the mini stage that Silk was writhing. Immediately he tore his mouth from the pins and had begun to screech as he felt his soul and body being drained away.  

Standing he went to run off the stage only for him to be sliced at by an elongated blade. Chanting on their own with every attempt to leave the stage he was slapped, whipped, sliced to let his flesh melt within the purple flames. This cycle continued for the better half of an hour where every new attempt to leave the heated pain was met with a cloaked one’s weapon. Finally the screeching human shape began to thin and buckle, crumpling into a mishapened heap onto the stage. 

The fire eventually wisped away and the people cheered as a stone being held by Vil glowed an array of colors to a halfway point before once again fading to its original color. The three on the stand took note that it was only a matter of time before they could properly harness the power of the queen, smiling to themselves when they thought of the vessel that was going to inherit the power alongside them. Their thoughts were interrupted by the silence of the crowd and the faraway children that were cheering their parents and families from above. The cloaked group below waved and hollered in tandem with their children who were steadily making their way down a flight of steps. The atmosphere was joyful even as they gathered once more to allow the shortest cloaked one pour the acid over the mishapen corpse. Cheering and praising they missed your horrified face flash in the darkness of the upper level before handing off a bundle and running away.

Before Vil could say anything Rook was in pursuit, easily snatching your trembling form as you tried to run away. Noting that the townspeople would be exiting soon he continued to hold you, completely unphased as he sat you within his car. Laying you in the backseat before climbing on top of you holding down your arms with one of his hands while the other held your mouth closed. 

“Oh ma lumière, hush hush! I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” He realeased his hand resting it on your cheek as you cried hysterically

“NO!Agh! No you all just sat there and-Oh my gosh-he’s dead!” 

His eyes glinted joyfully in the moonlight as he watched you once again become so exasperated and exhausted with stress you had fallen limp no longer fighting him. You let him cradle you as he kissed you along your cheeks, your lips, your eyes, your neck. It escalated to licking then, sucking, to full on marking all along your neck and chest leaving you out of breath to question:

“-wh-uy?”

He chuckled, continuing his unraveling of your garments as he spoke smoothly between his ministrations. 

“It's for our future mon amour, for you to finally be a part of Roi du Poison’s plan.”

You had begun to cry again, moving your arms out from under Rook to wipe your tears away “T-to k-kill all your-your outsiders?”

“Non non to rule the world.” He spoke so plainly and so happily. It caught you off guard. 

“Wh-what?!” 

“Rook you couldn’t even change out of your townmeeting garbs before you ran off!” 

“Désolé Roi du Posion, they were just so distraught. I felt compelled to attend to notre reine!” 

The mayor sighed, flipping his hair out of the way before leaning over you to whisper deeply into Rook’s ear. Emerald eyes were on you as he smiled wider, if that was possible. 

With a blush and a metaphorical tail wagging he removed himself from you, cordially handing his keys to Vil before darting back into the town hall. Vil watched him run off with a smile on his face before turning back to you, looking disheveled and confused. 

“Wh-what did you say?”

“That we’d meet him at home,” reaching into the glove box before pulling out a needle filled with a mysterious indigo liquid. 

“And that we’d be ready.” Holding your jaw he shoved the end of this needle to the back of your throat pushing in this liquid. And as you coughed and tried to spit it back up he held you down by your jaw, waiting until your movements became less focused. He waited until your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head to kiss your lips gently before standing up to go and drive. 

“Oh darling, we have so much to talk about.”

#yandere pomefiore #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yanderes #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere demon slayer #yandere town #yandere poly #yandere cult #yandere small town au #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere harem #yandere #yandere rook x reader #yandere rook hunt #yandere vil x reader #yandere vil schoenheit #poc reader #yandere x poc reader

[eastwardbound]

So. I played the first little bit of octopia last night….

It was obviously AMAZING!!!! 😭🩵

Seriously though, I only got through like the first three or so days and I already think it’s the most perfect DLC for eastward. So I made a list of my little observations and details I really liked and just my general first impressions!!!!

• the graphics are SO ADORABLE like obviously the animation in the backgrounds and characters and stuff is stunning, but I just love how all the little details look- like the inventory, the little sun and moon animations when the day ends, the health bar, it ALL just matches this really cute aesthetic so perfectly

• the very beginning of the game, when it’s the little story text thing similar to what each chapter in eastward ended with. Oh my god that was the PERFECT way to start the game. Just beautiful.

• SAM NAMING THE SCARECROW MAYOR HOFFMAN?!!?!? HELLO???? LIKE I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO FREAKED OUT WHEN SHE DID THAT RIGHT 😭

• Sam recreating the face of the scarecrow JUST LIKE SHE DID IN GREENBERG….. (the parallels to eastward are making me INSANE it’s quite literally everything I’ve ever wanted)

• it’s weird to see Solomon a COMPLETELY different character, as everyone else’s personality and appearances stayed relatively the same, but I like it nonetheless!!!

• EVERYTHING ABOUT WILLIAM AND THE DANIELS IS SO ADORABLE…… like just the way they all interact, they’re such a cute little family.

• I love how william still has a lot of really funny dialogue like in eastward, but now he’s actually a good dad!!!!!! IM PROUD OF YOU WILLIAM :,) I mean he does still make his children work for him but that’s irrelevant !!

• I love how most of the interactions between robot Daniel and William have basically just been:

“but father! you’re broke! we can’t do that father we have no money!”

“SHUT UP YES WE DO SON 😀”

• I find it interesting how robot Daniel still has a stutter, but human Daniel doesn’t

• speaking of the Daniels we never got to see them actually interact in eastward and THEY ARE THE CUTEST BROTHERS UGHHH 😭😭 LIKE THEYRE LITERALLY MY CHILDREN

• probably my favorite little moment so far: in ch1 of eastward, human Daniel refers to John as sam’s dad and Sam says “John’s not my dad! John’s just John.” In octopia, William asks if John is Sam’s dad, and she happily replies with “Nope! John’s just John!” YALL THIS MADE MY HEART SOOOO HAPPY 🥺

• I noticed sam is barefoot- I REALLY hope that means Alva will give her her shoes again cause that’s just too adorable to not happen <3

• I NEED MORE SAM RIDING ON JOHNS SHOULDERS PLEASE PIXPIL…….

Wow this ended being a LOT of stuff lmao but if you couldn’t already tell I’m really loving octopia so far.

I’d love to know what y’all think of it as well!!!!

#eastward octopia #eastward octopia spoilers #eastward #eastward spoilers

[sanaserena]

As promised, more screenshots! This time from Episode 3. Of all episodes, this was one of the slowest for me, but not by much!! There are so many things to like about this episode (but comparatively, Episode was more exciting). This episode marks the beginning of Usopp's recruitment to the Strawhats. So, good things I liked from this episode (a complete series overview review later, including some hiccups I didn't love, but wasn't a dealbreaker for me):

Not just for this episode, but I loved the music. As someone who has always been primarily manga over anime, I really enjoyed the take on the music for this entire series! It's literally been stuck in my head all week... Even more, I really did enjoy the themes and motifs for each character! We even get a hint of We Are or Overtaken at crucial moments in the live action!! (One of which was the introduction to Going Merry!) It's interesting, I loved the moments when these appeared, but did not immediately catch that they were versions of the Anime OST, because evidently, I don't watch the anime as often...

Helmeppo. Have I said it yet? Even if I have, I'll say it again. Aidan Scott does such an amazing job as Helmeppo. He's a complete ass, yet he's become a likeable ass (and no!! I don't mean that literal scene from Episode 1! Some days I wonder if the choice to include was like a metaphor for his character...it probably wasn't but still!) Nonetheless, this guy has so many facial expressions and pretty damn perfect for Helmeppo. I like that we get to see more of him (and Koby and Garp) as we get to see how they grow from their roots to post-timeskip in the manga.

Nami, Zoro, Luffy. Again, Episode 3 gives us more development of their dynamic as a crew. They're still not together yet, but this is also one of the reasons I really enjoy Episodes 3 and 4. You can't have the Nami, Zoro, and Luffy of live action as they are in Episodes 7 and 8 without these two episodes. Because it's in 3 & 4 that we really get to know each one and they each get to know each other. There are so many great moments. Like when Luffy is idealistically optimistic about how to get a ship, and Nami is characteristically cynical, with Zoro totally agreeing with her. And like those two moments between the three: 1) Nami asking for Luffy and Zoro's opinion on her outfit (they just don't get it), and 2) Nami and Luffy making a bet (I love this moment because we get such a lovely conclusion of it in the next episode.)

Usopp, and almost immediately we get strong Usopp and Luffy camaraderie. Which was fantastic. You can see they're almost cut from the same cloth.

Btw, have I mentioned yet how awesome Mackenyu is at Zoro. Right from the get go, I was super happy that he was cast as Zoro (despite people's complaint that Taz's hair was too short and Mackenyu was too pretty).

Inaki is great at Luffy. His Luffy isn't exactly the same as Luffy in the manga, but we're looking at two different mediums here. In essence though, he makes a wonderful Luffy. He has all the core values of Luffy, loves and hates, and seriously, Inaki gives Luffy some really wonderful faces throughout the live action!

At first, I was a bit hmmm over Klahadore's costume. it felt a bit much. But the more I watched the actor act him out, the more I forgot about the costume and focussed on the man. And well, I can say I was fully convinced.

Kaya's mansion. I do love the idea that we see events taking place at the mansion, rather than on the hill in the manga. I mean I adore that fight in the manga too, because it has many funny moments, but the live action variation does a great job bringing a different location alive. (And I love that I now know that there's electricity in One Piece... which was a question the Production designer Richard Bridgland had asked about.) I love Kaya's wardrobe. It's insane, but so wonderful to look at. Her bedroom is adorable. Her dining room tells a story. The kitchen is definitely a kitchen. And so on.

Once again, I couldn't fit all the images in this post, so look for Part 2 here: Link

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece screenshots #One piece live action episode 3 #third impressions #opla #hopefully opla spoiler free #luffy #nami #roronoa zoro #helmeppo #buggy the clown #koby one piece #I still need to figure out how to make gifs from netflix work 🤔 #too much effort #part 1 #buggy one piece #klahadore #Luffy being adorable #Luffy being Luffy

[findroleplay]

Ahhh— Hello, I'm Lumy ♡ !! I'm 19, searching for other 18+ roleplayers that are interested in doing a mxfxm poly/love triangle, possibly??? I know it's a niche when it comes to roleplaying but I'm shooting my shot if anyone at all is interested !! I would like to play the f !! Don't berate me 😭🙏 we are all mature adults, I'm just a sucker for romance tropes!!

I would LOVE advance literate to novella roleplay partners. I want more than just our characters. I want the whole world building, the teen drama, the angst among classmates.

Drawn faceclaims! Anime or manwha! It'll be our whole aesthetic.

Situated in Seoul, Korea. Our characters will be 17 year old highschool students whose relationships will go on even until graduating! I'm super open to anything! I love sweet, fluffy, spicy, dark— gimme the whole plate. I just want to discuss it all with my partners!

Here are the relationship dynamics:I'd like for them to all start off as mostly strangers, or at the very least have known each other through rumours. To spare you an unnecessarily long post, everything will be up for discussion. But, I would love for some initial tension between everyone !

- (F) Ms Goofball / Ms Perfect Sweetheart

1. Ms Goofball is clumsy, she's silly, she's funny. She's at the bottom of popularity when it comes to it all but there's just something personable about her that makes people laugh and relate. She gets into verbal fights and gets pissed off when people push her over but it's exactly that— she's a pushover. Nonetheless, she smiles through it all, albeit a little pathetic.

2. Ms Perfect Sweetheart is beautiful, she's kind, quiet, sweet. She's a little air headed but she's always there to help and relate. She trusts way too easily.

- M1 Mr Perfect

Mr Perfect is academically talented. He's handsome and rich. He's standoffish and cold. (He's also up for your own interpretation whether he's cruel or kind!)

-M2 Mr Popular

Mr Popular is splendidly gorgeous, unable to catch a break in the country where looks are important. He's charismatic, popular but hates it. (Still also up for your own interpretation!)

I'd like for us all to expand upon them as individuals and their backgrounds so they feel unique to each other but lmk! If you're at all interested please message me @lumieww your preferred role, eg "Mr Perfect" or "Mr Popular" and I'll get things sorted. thank you for your time ☆

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#roleplay #rp #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp #poly rp

[purpeltomato]

So.... Thoughts on BAPC reboot? (Not couting lazy in space)

Personally... Kinda disappoiting, im ngl. Animation is very obviously GORGEOUS but like. It still felt... A little bland, something that i would NEVER say to the original. I dont really like comparing (tho lets be real the og IS MILESSSSSS BETTER) i guess ill just kinda try to criticize it on its own?

Is it watchable? Sure, its good if ur a first-comer actually, but. Idk. It just didnt feel like it was a show ABOUT Bee AND PUPPYCAT. its like he was just there, moving the plot forward and wasnt really a character. Seriously, there wasnt a single meaningful interaction he had with bee before her birthday, it was PAINFUL to watch.

Sorry, but that last moment where they chat about bee's favorite foods, colours, etc just... Didnt hit as hard! They BARELY KNOW EACHOTHER! or if they do, SHOW US THAT! they didnt exchange conversation at ALL besides some small talk, which was just SAD. Their dynamic was honestly SO GOOD!! THEY WERE BOTH 2 LAZY DOOFUSES WHO CARED ABOUT EACHOTHER, EVEN THOUGH THEY LOOK SO DIFFERENT!! THEY WERE PERFECT!! now Bee doesnt have a personality at all, and puppycat is just a sassy little bitch. I like sassy puppycat, but they forgor to give him any other features besides that💀💀💀

Thats probably what ruined it to me the most. Characters dont interact, we dont see them CARE FOR EACHOTHER, GROW A BOND TOGETHER, so how are we supposed to know they even ARE FRIENDS?

with bee and deckard its different cuz its stabilished they've already been friends but EVEN THEN, THEY ACTUALLY TALK TO EACHOTHER (tho not by that much either..) Bee and puppycat DO NOT INTERACT AS FRIENDS AT ALL. THEY ARE NOT FRIENDS HERE. WHICH JUST MAKES ME SO MADDDDDD OMG WHY DID YOU GUYS DO THIS!!! ALL FOR THE SAKE OF MAKING S1 SMALLER??? WHY!!!!!!!!!!

another thing is HOW FAST-PACED IT IS!! I enjoy me some fast paced shows but bap was literally the opposite of that!! Its supposed to be a relaxing, slow show! What happened with that? :( I wish i could say this doesnt affect the show BUT IT DOES. they really should've just reanimated it instead of rebooting it.

Now this is just me beijg a bitch but THEY TOOK OUT YHE MOST ICONIC LINES!!!!! THEY GAVE THE SHOW SUCH A CHARM YK??? THEY WERE SO FUNNY AND YK UNIQUE?? WHY DID THEY DO THAT?????😭😭😭😭

Not to say everything is bad tho, they didnt mess up Cardamon, he was pretty good. Kinda wish they'd shown him and sticky interacting just a bit more, and more of how hes dealing with the whole situation with his mother, but its fine, it was great. Also episode 3 is pretty good, but again, MISSED OPPORTUNITY FOR MORE INTERACTIONS WITH PUPPYCAT!! THEY HAD TO SHOVE DECKARD IN THE MIDDLE OF THEIR BONDING HUH.......

(not to say i dont like him I ADORE HIM but cmon puppycat needed a LOT more screentime with bee :( not deckards fault tho, his story was also handled pretty good.)

Should you watch it? YEAH GO AHEAD!! its still entertaining nonetheless and animation is gourgeous!! Please go support it and GIVE IT WATCHTIME!!

But do i think og is better? Yea. It also had a lot of flaws but they were kinda shaddowed by their rights. But they have different good things too, yk!

Reboot had a beautiful animation style, it explained WAY BETTER why bee was fired from Cat Café, while i liked the sudden hints og gave about bee being a robot/Cyborg and puppycat being the space outlaw, i think lore-wise was better explained here. It explained some plot holes the og had, and MORE TOAST!!!!!!! MORE CASS AND DECKARD INTERACTIONS!!! WE LOVE TO SEE IT!

Buuuttt, og had WAY more charm, personality, more interactions, better pacing, way funnier and felt more natural and "easy-going."

BUT THATS JUST MY OPINION!!!!!!!! IF U WATCHED IT PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT U THINK I WANNA HEAR ALL UR RAMBLES!!

#bee and puppycat netflix #bee and puppycat spoilers #bapc #bap #bee and puppycat #i hope i dont get 0 notes that would be embarassinf #ramblings #also let me know if you disagree with anythinf i really wanna hear it please pleas interract with my post i like bee and puffycat so much p

[claudiacojo]

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR THE 12TH EPISODE OF TRIGUN STAMPEDE ✋🏻 so if you haven’t watched it you can skip this

How are you all feeling about the last episode (for now at least) of Trigun Stampede?? I, to be honest, ABSOLUTELY loved it. Everything was perfect, the animation was amazing and i am really pumped up about what it’s going to happen next. I can’t really come up with accurate theories of some sort because i haven’t watched the ‘98 version and neither did i read the manga (i also am fully aware about the fact that some details in the remake are much different from the manga and the other version) but i know bits and pieces so SOMEHOW i can think of a few things that could most likely happen. not that it matters anyways, you could still basically say that i am clueless about most things.

BUT ANYWAY. I would still like to talk about what happened in this episode and to share my honest opinion on things because why not.

First of all, a moment of appreciation for our beloved Vash for quite literally kicking Nai out of the portal/dimension or whatever that was. Pretty badass if i do say so myself.

Second of all, let's all thank Meryl for basically saving Vash <3. That was such a beautiful scene, him running towards Rem's voice and then suddenly changing to Meryl's yelling his name and boom, he's back.

Pretty irrelevant, but, as i said earlier, i haven’t read the manga but when Vash returned from that “trance” with his original hair (that, i know) and with his clothes all dark i suddenly remembered how i actually saw a post on here the other day (i think it was headcanons and how protective he would be of you) saying something among the lines “if someone were to hurt you he would turn into Dark Vash” (where the person writing the headcanon actually mentioned the fact that it is basically the same as Hatsuharu from Fruits Basket turning into Dark Haru which i found pretty amusing 🫶🏻😭) and it got me thinking if Dark Vash is a real thing in the manga 😭 I really need to at least watch the other version after exams because i am in desperate need of more information about not only this, but of Trigun in general.

Next, I ADORED the fighting scenes between Vash and Nai. I mean, yeah, it still kind of hurt to see them fighting like that because i knew that Vash usually means no harm, especially to his brother… but nonetheless i still pretty much enjoyed it. Sending much love to the animators because they DEVOURED, literally.

Another thing that i couldn’t help but find adorable was the fact that Nicholas somehow always managed to save Meryl, which i was 100% grateful for. We love a trustworthy boi.

Leaving these aside, (hoping that I hadn’t left out any important details) i just want to know if i am the only one thinking that maybe Nai is not actually dead?? 😭😭 I feel like he somehow is still somewhere, you know?? Just a thought. Aaaand, now that we’re talking about his death, i was IN FULL CRY watching this scene but not because i was pitying that man but because Vash was completely hurting out there and his screams hurt me so much (he deserves the whole world) 😭 Can’t help but think that he blames himself for his brother’ death although if you think about it, it was not his fault at all?? Like, Vash was desperately trying to convince Nai to move away because he could die but Nai was just too stubborn and powerstruck and while he was at it i don’t think he realized he the danger he put himself in, even though his face was kind of saying that he clearly knew what he got himself into (not that i mind that he’s dead tho….🫴🏻) 😭 I don’t know if this makes much sense but let’s continue.

Another thing is that i don’t think Vash and Nicholas are dead. The ending and that entire explosion caused by that cube, i think?? made people think that they both died, but LISTEN. You saw how Meryl was alive, right?? And at some point when Meryl almost fell off a building Nicholas caught her and i think they both remained where they were?? Or i think they ran off somewhere on a pretty tall building so i’m thinking maybe the explosion didn’t get to them because they were pretty far up 😭😭 i don’t really know for sure because i was teary eyed and everything was blurry lmaoooo. Anyways, my point is that, if Meryl appeared at the end then clearly they both survived, right? Like if they were to die we would’ve gotten a pretty dramatic and emotional scene but we got nothing which leads me to this conclusion.. Now that we got them ‘covered’, let’s talk about how i think Vash is alive as well, even though it is pretty obvious that he’s not dead given the fact that it is only the 12th episode and he’s the main character after all.. (not trying to say that main characters can’t die because i’ve seen it happen on multiple occasions but we’re not going to talk about that 😔) And, at the very end there was this guy named “Eriks” which i am 100% sure it’s Vash (the long hair and the fact that he was next to a piano gave it away) but only with a “code name” so that people don’t know who he is because Vash is known and hated for basically killing off all (or almost all) of JuLai so it’s understandable why he changed his identity 😭😭😭😭 poor guy.

Again, i hope there were no details that i left out because i really want to say how happy I am about the fact that we are getting MILLY FREAKING THOMPSONNNN 🫶🏻 I feel like she's such a nice person and i can't wait to see her in action in the second season. (irrelevant again but please don't tell me that i am the only one thinking that one of the two voices in the background after the outro was Milly 🤨 that woman's voice just gave off major Milly vibes, i don't know man...)

I think that was all for now folks, this was nice to write. I actually am never the one to write my opinions on stuff but this time i felt like sharing 😭

This picture is so cute man, i love them so much. <3 hoping to see them very soon 😭🫶🏻🤞🏻

#trigun stampede #vash the stampede #nicholas wolfwood #millions knives #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #random #episode 12

[scolek]

Scolek's Pripara OC Digest 2k23: Spreadsheet and Idol Land Hype Edition

the anime that saved my life is gonna be on my phone in literally a week.

THE SPREADSHEET:

obviously there is more data i can enter but for now it was sorting out the mychara parts situation.

UNIT: GLOWING MILE

Two college freshmen still wet behind the ears from their days at Paprika and an English teacher from Avocado somehow end up in a unit together.

LEADER: HIKARU

legally blind, can play 4 different instruments, and a total party pooper. hikaru used to be a big shot in pripara, but when his partner, hotaru, disappeared, he quit. until, in his final year of highschool, suna showed up.

SUNA

extremely popular and elegant, so it's very gap moe that she's an easily excitable nerd who has never met a bad idea in her life (this is not due to her own good fortune but rather her own poor judgement). latched onto the rather serious hikaru like a baby bird imprinting, and dragged him back to pripara where she accidentally became a kami idol after entering pripara in porocco, wandering around, and somehow exiting in parajuku.

SAMII

it's me but its also not. like, im not an english teacher at avocado. im not an anything teacher at anywhere. but that doesnt matter its pripara time bitches.

UNIT: ROYAL LOVE BUG

childhood friends otome and kinoko have a yuri moment in pripara on their first day of middle school and accidentally birth a vocal doll during said yuri moment.

LEADER: OTOME

a naive and out of touch rich girl who always sees the bright side and wont let an injustice slide, ever. she prefers sitting in the gazebo and drinking tea, but will without hesitation get down in the mud and dig with kinoko.

KINOKO

kinoko loved to go camping with her sister hotaru, but then hotaru disappeared, so she went camping by herself. kinoko spends a lot of time alone in the woods, foraging for her namesake and looking for beetles. but as close as she has been with otome, and as close are they will become, she has never thought to invite otome to go camping with her. in her mind, it is not an option. shes curious to a fault, except for when it comes to her own emotions.

VALALA A MORE

valala was in the process of being born for decades, maybe even centuries. the sheer amount of girls who found love with other girls in pripara, each unknowingly adding their own spark of life to what would eventually become a fully fledged vocal doll, cannot be understated. it was just coincidence that otome and kinoko's first kiss was the final straw, but being birthed into existence in front of it was, to valala, destiny. she wants so very much to rise to the top with her moms, hand in hand, the very manifestation of love.

UNIT: ETERNAL OMEN

LEADER: RYUU

the 3000 year old azure dragon whose domain of pangri-la exists deep within the woods of pripara. they are evil. they kidnapped hotaru because she had a very strong prism voice, and has kept her captive for years.

HOTARU

there is not much point in describing who hotaru was before. a wonderful sister to kinoko, a perfect match in her duo with hikaru, talented, shining, destined for great things. that was four years ago. hotaru's prism voice hasnt waned, a testament to her will, but her will is all thats left. its a comfortable prison, a gilded cage, but a prison nonetheless.

KURORO

danpri has a lot of shadows. dark alleys and dimly lit corners. kuroro is a manifestation of them. his personality is muted, as all aspects of him are, but the darkness is not merely a place where monsters lurk. it is somethimes that, which is why he has no qualms about working with ryuu, but the darkness can also be a haven, a quiet place where wonder, mystery, and even hope can flourish without tyranny to stamp them out. he's too awkward to give hotaru real hope, but he's trying.

expect to see more of these fuckers.......extremely soon!!!

#priocs #system of a desu

[heyhellohihowareyou]

My top five favorite class 3-E boys

Now I love everyone in class 3-E. It’s just that these characters stood out to me the most. I separated the list between boys and girls so it would be easier. I’ll make the girls list tomorrow

Yuuma Isogai

He’s Prince Charming! Anyways, you probably already know this but I really love Isogai. Hardworking, kind, and cute, what’s there not to love! Leader Time! is my favorite episode mostly because of him. His character design is simple yet adorable. My parents are divorced and my mother works a lot so I relate to him having to step up and take care of the younger siblings. All in all, he is in fact the embodiment of perfection

2. Hiroto Maehara

I love this womanizing bastard so much! I love Isogai so it’s natural that I love Maehara as well. He has such a lively personality and I love his character design. I can’t explain why but I enjoy making headcanons surrounded by him the most.

3. Nagisa Shiota

I love me some anime protagonists and Nagisa is no exception. I loved him ever since the first episode. I loved his story arc, personality, and his character design. I also relate to him on the feeling invisible part a bit. I honestly want to protect him from all harms way. He is literally the definition of looks like a cinnamon roll-could kill you-but still is a cinnamon roll.

4. Tomohito Sugino

Idk why but I love his eyebrows 😆 anyways I absolutely love Sugino. Outgoing and kind, perfect type of guy. He may not be the most plot relevant of characters but I still found him enjoyable. In fact, the baseball episode is one of my favorites from season one.

5. Karma Akabane

This bitch 😂 anywho a lot of people like Karma and I’m one those people. I enjoy his character a lot especially his mischievousness. That devil face he puts on occasionally is my favorite. He’s more complex than people make him out to be and I wish that was acknowledged. I enjoy his dynamic with Nagisa and Nakamura and with other characters in the cast as well. I might not love him to the degree of other people but still love him nonetheless

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assclass #yuuma isogai #hiroto maehara #nagisa shiota #tomohito sugino #karma akabane #class 3e boys

[araelinn]

Y'know, the phrase "knowledge is a curse" is one I've often thought about. Not in the "I now know horrors and can't unsee them" kind of way. (Though that one is also true)

But more in a "The world was once black and white and now I can't unsee the shades of grey" kind of way.

Because knowledge, knowing more, learning the complexity of the world. Let's you see the nuance, and let me tell you nuance is fucking annoying.

Because here's the thing, everyone is capable of achieving some understanding of nuance. The thing is, not everyone wants to, or has a need to. For some people nuance is just making their lives more complicated for no practical returns. Some people live in situations where nuance is useless or even detrimental to their survival. Being in the position where you can take mental energy to consider the nuance of a situation is a fucking privilege unfortunately.

Having the knowledge and mental energy leftover from your day to day to find the nuance of situations is understanding the contradictory paradox that is human nature.

Knowing that there's exceptions that prove the rules and what those exceptions are, both good and bad. Is knowing the depravity of people and the fascinating selflessness of others. Its knowing two things can be true at once and saying they can't because unfortunately they make your argument less strong, and most people don't care or focus on the majority over the exceptions. And is knowing and understanding the reason behind that focus, the benefits of it, yet still feeling frustrated nonetheless.

Because the world isn't perfect, wasn't perfect in the good ol times, and will not be perfect in the future. Because the only thing we can do is reduce harm as much as possible. Because no ideology is flawless and we just need to find the one that works for us best and roll from there, then change it again when it stops working enough.

Because our minds literally are not built for change, not this quickly. But is surprisingly adaptable when it doesn't have a choice. Because sometimes beliefs are so ingrained that only a complete burning of the status quo can make a significant change and we know that, yet our morality, which helped us understand the problem, stops us because we know the cost is not pretty either.

It is knowing an agressor can be a a past victim yet still is an agressor and has to be dealt with accordingly. It is knowing that evil people have people that love them and still wanting them to pay even if it bleeds over to them. It is also regretting those same thoughts moments later.

It's accepting humanity with all its imperfections, hating it and loving it at the same time because what other options do we have.

It's knowing we live in an uncaring universe where justice is not a universal force but a concept created by our minds because we care too much.

It's both wishing we were like most animals or other living species on this planet because "at least their lives are simple". But also "no fuck you I like to be able to ponder all of this and make connections, and not have to worry about survival every single day"

It's too much and too little, and why I completely agree why Albert Camus the french philosopher argued that pressing the 'End game' on life is the most basic philosophical question. Because "Why am I still alive" is more important to our existence than "Who am I". Because those moments when nuance doesn't matter is because that first question has a very clear answer, fuck everything else.

It is knowing that this same pondering has happened a thousand times before, by both brighter and duller minds, yet still having it anyway because it's still frustratingly fascinating.

Man, do I love to hate, and hate to love, and love to love, and hate to hate, humanity.

#philosophy #current events #just life #rant #3am thoughts #morality #nuance #privilege

[kusogamesss]

Crankin's Time Travel Adventure

The only instance in Keita Takahashi's oeuvre of overt difficulty and challenge. Whereas stages in Katamari Damacy and We Love Katamari occasionally presented the player with moments that tested their skill and know-how -- primarily in the former's Ursa Major and Taurus levels, the latter's Cowbear request -- Crankin Presents Time Travel Adventure offers little of the toy-like reprieve found in Takahashi's other titles. This has no doubt caught most Playdate owners off-guard, particularly those who, like me, picked up a Playdate almost exclusively for a new digital Takahashi playground. What we received instead is a (literally) mechanically intense movement-based, animation-frame-dependent dodge-em-up featuring memorisation and routing like one would expect from Gradius, with the pixel perfect precision of I Want To Be The Guy in a coat of Wattam paint.

Here more than with any other Playdate title, the specifics of the crank must be appreciated. Like an electromechanical reimagining of a well-oiled wooden crank toy, the rotation is smooth and defined with just enough resistance to keep it steady when not being turned. This is critical in Crankin Presents as it means each position of the crank at a point in time correlates exactly with a state in Crankin's timeline. Rotating the crank, say, exactly 476.2 degrees, then cranking it the other way 476.2 degrees back puts me in the exact same frame of animation, the same location I was in. This results in two layers of memorisation being demanded of the player.

On a macro level, many date's layouts must be roughly mentally mapped out to understand where hazards are, and where they can be avoided. On the micro level, each attempt's variations in where your cranking starts and ends, and the need for positioning Crankin in a specific point in time, means remembering roughly where he will be situated in relation to the physical crank. On some dates, this amounts to ensuring the crank starts in the same spot on each attempt to try and enact some semblance of actualised muscle memory. The advice of some to simply crank as quickly as possible and listen to sound cues to know when to slow down, generally works as well but tighter sequences still require specificity of movement. Needing to move to specific frames/times would be tedious with conventional controls, but the crank makes it exceedingly natural and easy to do. The physical act of speeding up or slowing down your cranking is a tremendous joy that promotes a oneness with Crankin.

Aesthetically, Crankin Presents is starkly contrasted against most other Playdate titles. Rather than black on white, everything is presented in white on black which is gorgeous. The high level of detail (or at least smoothness) means nothing reads as pixelated, but that avoidance of chunky pixels means hitboxes are exacting and occasionally unforgiving. This is most pronounced with Poopy-kun. Being so much smaller than most other hazards (and situated near the constant ambulation of Crankin's legs), this tiny guy represents one of the greatest headaches despite being my favourite character. The particles emanating from him are themselves part of the hitbox, but as singular pixels they are often difficult to see or understand where they are in relation to Crankin. Poopy-kun's exacting demands are not often the sole reason for failure, but he is nonetheless testament to the potential issues of favouring fidelity over clarity on the Playdate.

If the difficulty were not enough of a departure, the sound design also makes Crankin Presents stand out from Takahashi's gameography. There is no music, and the only sounds are your footsteps accompanied by pitch-shifting "One, two" chants, and the indicators of obstacles. Curiously, I think this is entirely to its benefit as a title on a pick-up-and-play device. While I lose something by not having the sound on, I don't lose everything like I would with Wattam or Katamari. For those titles their sound is perhaps less important for their gameplay, but so much more vital to their identity. I love the squeakiness of Crankin Presents, but I'm not getting a fundamentally lesser experience if I play in its absence.

The greatest joy of Crankin Presents is its surprises. Those 'A-ha!' moments of discovering how a specific animation can be used for a multitude of obstacles, or the realisation that supposedly superficial graphical pleasantries serve gameplay functions as well. Those feelings of thinking the game surely must be done only for there to be so many more dates. Those ever-present subversions of level expectations. And in true Keita Takahashi fashion, coming away from a 100% par-time completion realising there was no extrinsic reward for doing so, only a profound sense of self-satisfaction in taking this meticulously designed mechanical toy and figuring out how every part of it ticks. The Mechanical Turk has been dismantled only for me to realise how human it was all along.

[iforgottoavoidthenoid]

"baby, you make my love come down!"

hey, it's me again. gushing about my husband like the homo i am :]

i don't think i'll be able to love anyone else ever again. noid is so unbelievably precious to me, he's quite literally my saving grace. and you know, my irl and some online friends make fun of me for loving my husband as much as i do, be it that he's not a teenage anime boy with a six pack. but that's okay. i love him just the way he is, whether it be the original version of him with his skin-tight rabbit suit, hot temper, awfully inconsistent height, adorable laugh, and ridiculous antics, or my version of him.

theodore noid. 36 years old, 6 inches taller than me, long and fluffy auburn hair because since he wears his rabbit suit so much he could never be bothered to cut it, muscular yet pudgy at the same time with (very ATTRACTIVE) scars all over his chest, the handsomest wrinkles and freckles i have ever seen on a man, a goofy jokester and a dork on the outside but such a damn sweetheart on the inside(still a dork though), the best husband and father to our (fictional) kids i could ever ask for. i love him unconditionally nonetheless.

and uh.. this feels a tiny bit wrong to say but. the thought of him loving someone that isn't me is just enough to drive me to tears. i don't even know why! i cry a lot over him actually. whether it be the fact that he isn't real, or i imagined him leaving me, or him loving someone else. i see him in my dreams actually! i have very vivid dreams as well, and he tells me not to cry. he hates seeing me cry and he hates that unless i'm dreaming, there's nothing he could do about it. but the thing noid doesn't get is that him just loving me and staying by my side through every little thing is enough for me. he will always be enough for me. no matter what. i don't care how much people ridicule me for loving him, or call me cringe for loving him, i am too blinded by love to care. all i care about is him. i only have eyes for him and my entire mind, heart, body and soul belongs to him and purely him. i could never ask for anything more than him because he is just perfect in every way possible.

there's no helping the strong emotions i feel towards him anymore. every time i hear the name "theo" or "noid" my heart just. speeds up like CRAZY and my face gets all warm and red AAHH <33 whenever i think about him i still get butterflies, even after nearly 2 years of loving him. my love for him is an intense and flaring light that will never burn out for as long as i live and i will make sure of that, no matter what. i don't think that'll be happening anyway though, i just fall deeper and deeper in love with him by the day. it's seriously insane how love works!

#the noid #🍕dearly beloved pizza hater #gushing #i love my husband so much i am literally about to get so emotional #it isn't even funny my god #romantic f/o #self ship community #self ship #self shipping #f/o #he is so unimaginably dear to me

[retro-rezz-the-est]

idk why i’m feeling like this rn but i’d kill to have a friendship/have friends like the one(s) that these five girls have:

#why am i in my feels? who knows #i'm just randomly feeling lonely as shit now #bc i wasted my hs years not making any sort of relationship with literally anyone and now i'm all alone with no one to be with #platonically and romantically #i just watch k-on and i smile at how great all of htt are to each other and i look into my own life and i just....don't have that at all #like they have such a connection with each other and i know that they're not real #but i can *feel* the connection they have with each other and how good of friends they are #they have each other and i have nobody #but maybe that's why i love this anime so much: i can kinda live thru them in a way #i can reimagine all the things i would have done differently and maybe i would have more friends than i do now #but alas....here we are #me pushing all my regrets and emotions onto fictional characters once again #but then again what else is new? #idk....maybe i feel jealous of them in a way? that they have each other and love each other so much? #like they're all so different and yet they don't get made fun of for their weirdness/their quirks and i do in my own life #theirs get them loved and accepted while mine get me ostracized from the rest of my peers #hmm...... :| #but i still love this anime nonetheless; it's literally perfect for me #i just can't help but feel the way i do because of it #maybe it's just in my dna to project my deepest fears and regrets onto the people/characters i feel the closest to....

[zodiyack]

Niffler’s New Discovery

Requested by anon: May I request a the youngest Shelby sister x Newt Scamander story? The Shelby sister is nothing like her siblings. She’s shy, reads books like they’re oxygen, loves animals, and doesn’t drink, smoke, or anything like that. She doesn’t even swear, she’s so pure. She also loves his animals. And Tommy acts like her father but she loves her brother very much. Same as her other brothers. They find out she’s dating him and get all overprotective. Sorry if this is too specific. I just love the idea of a Shelby sister who’s nothing like her siblings. Because most of the Shelby reader fics always have them smoking and all that. Which they are fun to read, but it’s nice to see something different. Feel free to pick the Scenario. :)

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Female!Shelby!Innocent!Reader

Warnings: Swearing (not from reader ofc :)) slight suggestiveness (also not from reader), fluff, ✨m a g i c✨

Words: 1,303

Summary: (See Request...also I thought the gif was cute, so anon, I based it off the gif kinda)

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @marquelapage, @stuckysslag, @psychkunox​, @i-love-superhero​

Masterlist | Fantastic Beasts (AWTFT) Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

At first, they had no problem keeping their relationship hidden from her overly protective family, but the troublemaker Newt constantly had to chase down and return to his case was the thing that exposed them. The bloody Niffler just loved things that shined. Who could blame it though? It was it’s nature.

Just as it was the Shelby brothers nature to react the way they did. Violent, perhaps, but of their nature. Their possessive, over the top protective, shitty, big brother, nature.

And it all started, one late afternoon...

The older Shelby trio, not counting Ada with her age advance over John, returned home after a nice night out at the pub. Sure, the sun hadn’t set yet, but Pol wanted them to return home a little earlier today for a family meeting. The meeting included everyone, minus the innocent angel whom the Shelbys called their sister.

It was the perfect time to have Newt over. The perfect time to explore the secret world hidden inside his little brief case. If only they knew the pesky Niffler had been waiting.

“Are you sure they won’t suspect anything of my presence?” Newt hesitated, one foot hovering above the wooden flooring of Y/n’s bedroom, the other resting on the rooftop outside her window.

She ushered him in the rest of the way, making sure to lock her door after checking that no one was around. “Positive. Family meetings take a while, so we’re good on time. How about you? Are you sure this is good with the council?”

He had a guilt-ridden look across his face as he looked around. “There are some things the council doesn’t have to know.” A nervous laugh rumbled in his throat before he cleared it and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Uh huh... Well, just promise me that you won’t get into any serious trouble for this, alright Newton?” The blushing hufflepuff gave his lover a quick nod, as well as a smile in return for the little peck she placed upon his cheek, pinkening his skin further down his neck- it was no surprise that Newt was terribly new to receiving affection from anything other than his beasts that resided in his case.

“S-shall we be going?” He broke the tension, gesturing to the case in front of them.

“Boys.” Polly stopped the bickering that had started up between John and Tommy, her eyes drifting toward the ceiling, the trios’ following. “Your sister’s been awfully quiet.”

John cackled, “Oh no, maybe she snuck out, went to have a quick fuck with some guy off the streets, didn’t she Pol?” His rather sarcastic tone suggested his knowledge that the referenced behavior was most certainly unlike his little sister, but the immaturity of John Shelby simply couldn’t resist making a joke.

Polly, however, was in no mood for John’s incessant kidding. Her hand met the back of his head, a disapproving furrow of her brows telling him to stop talking. “I’m being serious, you idiot. It’s more quiet than usual.”

“And what about it, Pol?” Tommy spoke after taking a drag from his cigarette, an eyebrow quirked.

“If she really does have a boy up there, he better pray he’s out the window by the time we get up there.”

Tommy’s brow, lowered after asking Polly how she’d respond, lifted back once again. “There’s no God for him to pray to, Arthur. The boy is fucked, plain and simple.”

“In more ways than one.”

John’s childish cackles were hushed into silence, a slap sounding throughout the room prior to their ceasing. A hand rubbing the back of his head, John glared at his aunt, yet continued the discussion of what to do with Y/n nonetheless.

The past ten minutes had been spent trying to block off any and all exists for the pesky little Niffler. Each time it attempted to escape the bedroom, Y/n or Newt were quick to block it off. It amazed Y/n how many places the little creature could scurry off through. Unfortunately, with their wild-goose-chase, footsteps turned to stomps...well, really running, but downstairs it was more likely to sound aggressive, such as the hard thud of a Blinder’s boot on the floor of the Garrison.

It was inevitable; the possibility of being caught, but the fact seemed to slip their minds as they both tried to corner the Niffler, as well as capture it once more. Every shiny thing, ranging from jewelry to bullet casings, or things that caught her eye, made into décor (gifted from her brothers, as she would never touch a gun unless need be) were being stolen as the creature evaded capture.

Newt shot Y/n a sorry look each time one of her belongings were snatched up by the Niffler. It touched her heart, truly, it did, but now was not the time to swoon. Y/n froze as the Niffler wandered over to a bottle. Wine? Champagne? She didn’t know; Y/n never drank- the bottle was a gift from her sister in law, which she couldn’t turn down without upsetting her, so it soon became another...decoration.

Atop the bottle was shimmery, gold-like, wrapping. Of course it caught the mischievous little shine-thief’s eye. It pulled and pulled, Y/n and Newt made eye contact as the uneasy feeling in their guts mirrored, until POP!

The door broke open with a loud bang, Arthur standing confused before getting both a Niffler and a cork to the space between his brows. While Y/n flinched, Newt only looked away in shame.

“What. The. Literal. Fuck. Was. That?” John gapped. His usual remark would be to poke fun, but he too was in great shock, he couldn’t even think of anything humorous.

“A- ...A Niffler.” Newt stuttered. His rather shy demeanor was rarely common around Y/n, so she new he was slightly uncomfortable the second his hand lifted to itch the back of his neck as his eyes found interest in the floorboards.

“Did I fuckin’ ask you?” John narrowed his eyes at the timid wizard.

It was unusual for Y/n to get angry, but the unjustness of John’s attitude toward her lover didn’t sit well with her. “Leave him alone!”

Now there was more to be shocked about. “I- what?”

“You heard me, John. You, Arthur, and Thomas. Leave Newt alone. He didn’t mean for this to happen, so he shouldn’t be harassed by you three. Want to question him? Have Pol do it, but the second you come to my room and bully my lover is the second you cross the line.”

Tommy, amused, let out a little chuckle as he raised his eyebrows.

“Something funny to you, Thomas? ‘Cause I don’t think any of us are laughing.”

 “No, sister, nothing is of humor to me.” He muttered despite dawning a lopsided smirk. Tommy looked at his brothers and nodded his head toward the stairs before walking away. Although he was leaving, he never said he wouldn’t poke at the boy some more. Now just wasn’t worth it; he was already shaking in his boots as it is.

“Tommy- where- where’re you goin’?” John did a double take, following shortly after.

Arthur rubbed the red spot where he’d been nailed by the creature and it’s new favorite possession, proved by it cuddling the cork close to it’s body on the floor where it had landed after hitting Arthur. He excused himself politely before walking in the same direction as his brothers, still rubbing at his soon-to-be-bruising injury all the way down.

Newt took the opportunity to grab the niffler and tickle Y/n’s possessions from his tummy before running over and tucking him in the case. The anger faded from Y/n’s eyes as she watched her lover. “It looks as though the Niffler has discovered something new.” Newt chuckled lightly, easing up slowly.

“New indeed.”

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander #hp x reader #fbawtft x reader #tommy shelby x sister!reader #shelby!reader #sister!reader #sister!shelby #peaky blinders x reader #x reader #imagine #peaky blinders x sister!reader #john shelby x sister!reader #arthur shelby x sister!reader #zodiyack #all readers #harry potter #harry potter x reader #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts x reader #fantastic beasts and where to find them x reader #fantastic beasts au #peaky blinders au

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 325: Deku VS the Outside of U.A. ~Conclusion~

Previously on BnHA: Ochako was all “dear bloodthirsty mob, this kid you see standing before you has fought harder than anyone and put his life on the line to protect you all, so please chill the fuck out, jesus christ. like, putting aside that he’s humanity’s best hope and so it’s very much in your best interests to let him rest and recover someplace safe so that he can keep fighting for us, are y’all seriously going to turn away an injured and exhausted child in front of his sobbing mother?? seriously?? come on now.” I’m paraphrasing here but that’s basically how it went down. Anyway so then the mob was all, “...” and Deku collapsed to his knees in tears, and Gigantic Fox Lady and Kouta ran over to give him a hug but then the chapter ended.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “FINE, YOU CAN HUG HIM”, which, was that so hard?? The U.A. Clown Mob is all “come to think of it, we’ve kind of been taking the heroes for granted this entire time, maybe we should be less passive in the future. anyway so Deku if it’s not too much to ask, can you please save everyone and fix everything.” Deku is all “I sure can, and by the way I forgive you for swarming around all menacingly two minutes ago and trying to deny me basic shelter and stuff.” Ectoplasm is all, “hey Todogang get a load of this. [walks in a circle].” Hawks is all, “that’s literally the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rat Principal is all, “anyway so that’s what your students did today, hope you’re enjoying your new *~*ROBOT LEG*~*, Aizawa.” Aizawa is all “[lots of exposition about Kurogiri and for some reason, Toga, while being all brooding and sexy].” All Might is all “[standing here right outside of U.A. doing absolutely nothing and being foreboding AF]” and that immediately sucked away all of the warm fuzzy feelings from the hugs, goddammit.

each new week has become a waiting game of “when will Deku finally get to take a bath so people will actually be willing to go near him and give him the hugs he deserves.” the stakes have never been so compelling. I’ve almost forgotten about AFO entirely

lmaoooooo

me: for the love of god will someone please give Deku a hug before I die of old age

Mineta: YOU GOT IT!! --

Iida: [SWIFTLY CUTS HIM OFF] NOT YOU

fucking losing it at Mineta’s crying face. he really wanted to hug him. I legit feel bad but this is also the funniest thing I have seen all week, omg

somehow Kouta, who last week was only a hand’s breadth away from touching Deku’s head, is now twenty miles away from him in this new chapter

can I make a Loki reference here. is this recap a good place to insert a joke about someone using a TVA time-rewinding device to fuck with my poor boy Kouta over here. well anyway there it is

AND NOW HE’S BACK ALL OF A SUDDEN OMG

(ETA: since when is he “niichan” omg?? can’t handle this cuteness.)

BUT THEY’RE STILL NOT HUGGING HIM FFFFKFFFFF. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO. WHO DO I HAVE TO BRIBE AND/OR BLACKMAIL

OH NO KOUTA IS CRYING THAT’S IT I’M DONE FOR

“when I heard that lady I knew that I had to go, but then stop again within inches of actually touching you because you smell like week-old rotten onions.” listen Kouta, I’m not saying I don’t get it, but you all can’t keep doing this to me. it’s the way you guys keep teasing it. like, if you’re gonna hug him, hug him. don’t just stand there with your arms held rigidly out in front of you like a molded action figure

OH MY GOSH BUT HE SAID THE THING

KOUTA SWOOPING IN AT THE LAST MINUTE TO TAKE ALL THE CREDIT FOR FIXING DEKU LIKE THAT ONE KID IN THE GROUP PROJECT WHO DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT STILL TAGS HIS NAME ONTO THE REPORT ANYWAY, WHAT A KNAVE

GASP

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SHE PICKED HIM UP LIKE A LITTLE BABY OMG?? she just leaned right over and lifted this child like he was a small animal. like a lil baby futon that she was about to hang up to dry. oh my god

-- HEY WHAT

(: well that’s extremely fucked up. though sadly not too surprising given what we just saw these past couple chapters

incidentally, I hope that anyone who was legitimately defending the civilians’ perspective earlier takes note here of how quickly that line of thinking -- “we’re just trying to keep our families safe” and all that-- can lead to straight up bigotry. if you’re willing to deny a child shelter and protection simply because he’s not YOUR child, and because you’ve decided based on Internet rumors (no real-world parallels there, I’m sure) that he might present a threat, it’s really not that much further of a leap to discriminating against entire groups of people simply because you perceive those groups as being dangerous. I’m sure the people who turned Gigantic Fox Lady away also told themselves afterwards that they did it to protect their families. “better safe than sorry.” “she’ll be fine, someone will take her in, but as for us, we can’t afford to take that risk.” people can come up with all kinds of justifications for treating other people as less than human, and the really scary thing about it is how fucking easy it is

one last quick side note, which is that Horikoshi does a great job here of showing how scapegoating works, given that AFO is the one who’s really to blame and who presents the actual threat, and yet Deku is the one who ultimately winds up being the target of the mob’s fear and outrage despite him being as much of a victim as they are. gotta love that irony, which unfortunately plays out far too often in the real world as well.

anyway I’ll get off my soapbox now, sorry about that. let us continue

YES, FINALLY OH MY GOD!!!!

AND THAT’S THE STORY OF HOW GIGANTIC FOX LADY BECAME THE GREATEST HERO. PACK IT ALL UP, WE’RE DONE HERE KIDS

holy shit. the real MVP right there. thanks for getting it done champ

jesus christ I have had it up to here with these people

literally the bar is set so low at this point that I’ll go ahead and take it. helping him because it offers them a tactical advantage is at least one step up from not helping him at all

“WHY NOT SHIKETSU” MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

-- thank you!!

okay this one guy with the antennae hair is having himself a character development speedrun here

-- okay, but this part?? fucking this part, right here??

can we repeat that again?? the part where this guy acknowledges that the problems of hero society were caused not just by said heroes, but also by said society?? the part where he acknowledges that they treated the heroes like celebrities who were putting on a show for them?? the part where he acknowledges that when push came to shove, the vast majority of those heroes, when faced with a situation that offered no reward, were nonetheless willing to put their lives on the line to protect the very same people who then turned around and blamed them rather than thanking them?? are the civilians of BnHA even allowed to have actual deep thoughts about this stuff. holy shit

bro!!

ANTENNAE HAIR GUY SHOVING KOUTA AND GIGANTIC FOX LADY OUT OF THE WAY TO SLAP HIS NAME ONTO THE END CREDITS AS EXECUTIVE PRODUCER. CONGRATULATIONS SON YOU FIGURED OUT THE CORE PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION AT THE VERY HEART OF THE MANGA. WAY TO GO BUD

meanwhile, on today’s episode of “one more chapter to go till the big volume cliffhanger, how else can I drag things out let’s see”

it’s a panel. of people’s feet. just a bunch of normal feet. with sneakers and shit

this All Might shirt guy is getting more screentime in this arc than 90% of the class 1-A kids

I guess I’m supposed to feel sorry for this dude now that he’s all “if we let you stay here do you promise to somehow magically fix every single problem that we are now currently facing?” those are some ridiculously exacting standards my dude. come on now

KACCHAN SIGHTING

thank fuck I’m not the only one who’s thoroughly unimpressed by absolutely all of this lol. I feel better now. meanwhile Iida and Kouda and Kiri are ready to run over there and hug them all. you guys are way too forgiving. damn you and your pure hearts

anyway so Deku’s like “yeah, definitely”

(ETA: almost forgot to comment on the “I’m no longer alone” part – he basically corrects the guy and says “sorry, but you’ll need to direct that question towards all of us, not just me, because moving forward we’re a team.” good stuff.)

you know what though, all joking aside... fuck yeah. because perfect victory, right. the strongest guys don’t settle for anything less. so I guess Deku has pretty exacting standards himself

also can you all just take a look at this fucking kid who’s got so much light in his eyes now that I’m gonna need eclipse goggles. hot damn. “you’re welcome” says All Might Shirt Guy as he is frantically interviewed by several local news networks asking him how he daringly managed to save Deku all by himself. “well I guess I’ve just never been the kind of guy who can sit back and let a bunch of rabble-rousers blame a little kid for all of humanity’s problems. someone had to step in and take action, you know?”

oH MY GOD THE SCENE IS FINALLY ENDING

don’t let the door hit you on your way out All Might Shirt Guy

but meanwhile, sudden Tododrama action??

oh shit

there are honestly so many ways in which Ochako’s very moving speech could have wildly backfired that I genuinely have no clue where this is headed lol. how exciting!!

so now Horikoshi is once again stalling for time with random filler panels, but this one is 10x better than the shoes lol omg

(1) was Ectoplasm’s jacket always this oversized. (2) did you guys know that if you go back to chapter 319 you can see that Horikoshi gave us a sneak peak at Enji’s Sad Detective disguise and I in fact made a joke about it in the 319 recap not realizing it was actually the stone cold truth. (3) did Shouto deliberately speed up out of impatience because Hawks was walking so fucking slow and he couldn’t take it any longer. (4) and what, I ask you, is up with these dramatic speedlines. so many mysteries here. what a masterpiece

everyone is acting all shocked about something ahh what’s going on

wait what

what the heck. did they just loop around behind everyone. what was the point of that lol. “anyway, so this is what they look like from the back” well okay, thanks for that Ectoplasm

(ETA: so it seems like they were actually hanging out someplace else away from the crowd this whole time, I guess? here I thought they had more faith in Enji’s disguise. I guess Shouto and Hawks don’t particularly want to attract this crowd’s attention themselves right now either, though.)

I am so fucking confused lmao

speaking of All Might WHERE THE FUCK IS HE lol. but yes, good, OFA brings everyone together, and Hawks is very deeply moved about this out of the blue all of a sudden. you know how it is

aw heck yeah now this is another filler panel I can get behind

Mineta really wants that hug, good lord. I genuinely love this actually. Mineta if you could just stay little and cute and keep crying about how much you love your classmates in a non-gross way for the rest of the series I would be so appreciative. you’re doing great

IIDA IS HOLDING DEKU’S HAND THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH FOR MY MAN HE’S ADDICTED NOW

what did I tell you. Kiri wants to get all of the mob’s autographs now. Kiri you’re a peach

Shouji having a conversation with another mutant type is a very nice touch! we really need to get to his backstory soon. I feel like that casual remark from GFL earlier was kind of hinting at more to come

is this the first time we’ve ever seen the Yaoyorictionary in action?? never forget that Viz tried to call it the “Yaoyorozu Reference Book” because they hate fun

last but not least, KAMIBAKU IS BACK ON THE MENU, FUCK YEAH. Kaminari trying to spice things up and introduce a little bit of controversy by smacking Kacchan on the back of the head for god knows what. I will be deeply disappointed after this if I can’t find at least one person unironically declaring that KamiBaku is now toxic and abusive

lfkdlWLWK TODODRAMA??

oh my god. Shouto’s face. Enji’s face. the back to “oyaji” again. the blunt, not-taking-no-for-an-answer, “I don’t know how much louder the universe can scream at you that doing things alone is not it, so hopefully you got the point” directness of it. fffdlkslj I’m so ready for this Horikoshi please don’t fuck it up my expectations are so high

HOLY FUCK

I SCROLLED DOWN AND HE WAS ALL “( ❛‿❛)” AND I JUST WASN’T FUCKING EXPECTING THAT OKAY. JESUS CHRIST. GIVE ME A SEC

lol okay moment over and now Enji’s pulling his hat down all dramatically like a world-weary Cowboy

OH MY GOD WERE YOU FACETIMING??

AHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: not to put Iida down or anything, but it’s kind of strange that Aizawa is all “the class rep sure did great” when Ochako is the one that was giving that whole big speech for like twenty minutes just now lol.)

(ETA 2: “thank god Iida stepped in just in the nick of time to keep Mineta from hugging Deku.” sorry Mineta I really do like you lately but it’s still low-hanging fruit lol.)

HE LOOKS SO SAD??! HE LOOKS LIKE HEARTBREAK ITSELF??! I AM BESOUGHT WITH THE URGE TO REACH INTO MY SCREEN AND PULL HIM INTO THE SAFETY OF MY ARMS??? MY GOD, AND I THOUGHT DEKU NEEDED HUGS

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay I was gonna just hold down the letter H for a full minute and count it out loud but within about ten seconds I realized I needed to chill lol

-- but then again NO, I DON’T NEED TO CHILL, I HAVE ZERO CHILL, ACTUALLY, BECAUSE IT’S AIZAWA WITH A ROBOT LEG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

COMPLETE WITH ROBOT TOES FOR THAT EXTRA TOUCH OF AUTHENTICITY!! I LIKE HOW HORIKOSHI PUT ALL THIS EXTRA “!!!” EMPHASIS AROUND IT IN CASE WE COULD SOMEHOW POSSIBLY FAIL TO TAKE NOTICE. “REMEMBER, EVERYONE?” SAYS HORIKOSHI HELPFULLY. “REMEMBER THAT TIME AIZAWA CHOPPED OFF HIS OWN LEG?” oh wow now that you mention it we somehow forgot all about that. like who do you take us for

OH NO NOT THE SAD BOYFRIEND ANGST THAT I WAS SECRETLY LOOKING FORWARD TO WITH GLEE

well at least he’s not M.I.A. or back with the villains again like I thought he might be. still, that’s gotta be brutal to know your friend is in there somewhere, but to not be able to reach him again no matter how hard you try. that’s the kind of angst that pays off in final battles just when you most expect it. such is my hope, at any rate

what’s this now??

trying to decide if this is Horikoshi’s way of saying don’t worry about that, or his way of saying definitely worry about that lol

anyway so Aizawa is out here being all irresponsibly handsome once again. when is someone going to do something about him

here for Sexy Robot Leg Eyepatch Aizawa clenching his fists and making speeches about revenge. pretty sure we’re all here for that

WELL, WELL, WELL

IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

I’M VERY GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE AND SEEMINGLY WELL, THOUGH!

BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THOUGH, ALL MIGHT

ffff. bracing myself for that cliffhanger next week. you’d better not touch one hair on this man’s head Horikoshi. I’m watching you 

#bnha 325 #midoriya izuku #u.a. clown mob #class 1-a #aizawa shouta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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BNHA bois responding to getting gifts outta nowhere

Day 13: Gift/Present Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Shotou Todoroki GN!Reader

────── 〔Kirishima Eijirou〕──────

this precious boy literally expects you to exist and that’s enough for him

but nahnahnah, you go ahead and be THAT awesome and THAT kind

and THEN you buy him gifts? all for the sake of you seeing it and thinking of him?

his heart goes doki doki

will freak out and get all red in the face and thank you so many times

100% ends in lots of cuddles and "i love you"s and "what'd i do to deserve you"s

followed by immediately wanting to reciprocate

he’s not the most artsy guy, but when he had the idea, he couldn’t let it go

when you said you got him the gift just cause you thought he'd like it when you saw it at the store, he thought of what you liked

He needed a lot of help from Mina and Momo, and while Momo offered to simply, uh, pop the gift out of her skin, Kirishima knew it wouldn’t be the same. So, with the minor help of material gathering from Momo and the craftiness of Mina, he was finally done with the gift.

The stitchwork was a bit messy, but he was really proud of the creation. He still thought it was pretty cute, and he could only hope you felt the same.

He couldn’t wait to see your reaction, and barely contained all his excitement into a bright, confident grin as he offered you the gift box.

“You didn’t have to give me anything back!” you exclaimed, looking down at the box.

That only prompted his grin to widen. “I wanted to though! Open it, open it.”

“Okay, okay.” Carefully peeling away the ribbon and wrapping paper, your excitement only grew as you tried to keep the mess to a minimum despite your bubbling anticipation. The little teddy bear in a red hoodie made your heart melt, and as you picked it up out of the box and hugged it, it smelled just like Eijirou.

He stared at you, expectantly and a tad embarrassed how much you were hugging it and smiling.

“I made it myself! I know you really liked the red hoodie I wear, but since it had a bunch of tears and holes and burns in it, I thought I could put it to better use… Plus I can always get more hoodies.”

“I love it so, so much! It’s so cute, I--- Awh, baby…” You pushed yourself into his arms and hugged him tight. “You’re so sweet… I love you so much.”

He couldn’t contain how happy he was that you liked his gift, giggling and hugging you and resting his cheek on the top of your head. “I love you too!”

────── 〔Bakugou Katsuki〕──────

okok look,,, he struggles accepting and portraying love

but gifts? he can do gifts

at first, when you present it to him, he’s internally trying to figure out if he’s missed an important date

“aah? for me?”

“no, the other bakugou katsuki right behind you.”

and he’ll roll his eyes because oh shush, but he opens it and tries to hide a wide smile

“i got it just cause i thought of you when i saw it!”

“you’re such a dork”

will ruffle your hair, pretending like he’s not touched

you’ll poke his cheek and insist he loves you

and he’ll kiss your forehead and you’ll both move on with your days

he cherishes the gift, though, and will keep it in a special place at all times.

if it’s jewelry, he says fuck it and wears it every day.

if it’s a stuffed animal, you bet your ass he sleeps with it.

a keychain? added to his keys.

a random trinket? it’s now on his nightstand or in his car, where he sees it often.

and it’s his turn to show his love to you.

Bakugou understands the value of handmade stuff, but hell if he’s gonna figure out how to be all craftsy and do that shit. Nah, he’ll pick up extra hours to get the cash he needs to buy you something lavish.

He really isn’t good with showing how he loves you, he can be pretty stubborn and sometimes doesn��t really get how to cuddle you or randomly show you he’s there and loves you through little touches, but he comprehends stuff like this really well. It’s straightforward.

He puts a lot of thought into what he wants to get you, spending hours just browsing online shops. If anyone saw him, he probably looked like he was playing some video game, a focused, unintentional pout tracing his lips. But finally, after lots of research, he finally knows what he’s going to get you.

Honestly, you really don’t expect much in return from Bakugou; not because he’s an asshole or anything (although yes, he is at times), but more because he doesn’t exactly get reciprocating in gifts or anything. Some random classmate he hardly knows gets him a present? Hell if he’s buying shit back for them. Someone buys him lunch? Cool, he gets free lunch.

So when he presents you with a gift box weeks later, you’re pleasantly surprised, and a little lost for words.

“Well? Go on, open it.”

You don’t keep him waiting, tearing through the pretty poorly taped on wrapping paper. (He tried his best, it probably took him all he had not to explode the entire damn box out of annoyance to the sticky tape and crinkly wrapping paper that just didn’t do what he wanted it to.)

Opening the box, you couldn’t contain a gasp, even if you wanted to. Smiling, you unfolded the clothes and inspected the shoes. It was a couple outfits that matched the aesthetic you’d been on about loving, talking about how you never thought you could pull it off. Katsuki always told you that you could easily, and that you shouldn’t worry, but you always waved it off.

As you got to the bottom of the box, you found a smaller box, the type that snaps open with a dull and velvety ‘click.’ It did just as you expected when you opened it, and inside held a pair of promise rings, matching the aesthetic of the clothes.

“Oh, Katsu… I love it so much!” You gawked at everything he got you, pulling out one of the rings and trying it on. Perfect fit.

He chuckled. He already knew that---he knew you’d love it the moment he added it to his cart. He plucked the other ring and fit it on his ring finger.

“Sometimes, you do too much… You’re too good to me,” you shyly insist, smiling nonetheless.

He initiates a hug---something he rarely does---pulling your form into his. “Nah, baby. That’s what I should be saying to you,” he murmurs into your hair, threading his fingers through the strands. “I l-la-lu-ah fuck. I love you, ya dorkface.”

“Pfft…” You laugh at his words, as if he’s not the true dork between you two. “I love you too, more than anything.”

────── 〔Shoto Todoroki〕──────

this boy is so confused

you,,, got a gift??? for him?? just because you thought he might like it?

he hugs you because for one, he really does like it, and two, the fact that you’re thinking of him and will spend your hard earned money for him means a lot

he doesn’t try and stop the soft smile that takes over for the rest of the day

every time he sees the gift you got him, he smiles

it reminds him of you

he’s kinda like bakugou in that he doesn’t know how to do the cuddle-touchy-sweetheart part of a relationship that well and is better with gifts

but he doesn’t want to just use dear old dad’s money, it doesn’t feel right. it’s not as sentimental.

he thinks about getting you a bunch of things and giving you them periodically

but he doesn’t want to make you think you have to return the favour and run yourself dry

and he most certainly doesn’t want the relationship to turn materialistic

While it takes him a while to figure out what to get you, once he settles on the idea, he’s very happy with it. He picks up a couple one-time jobs for some cash. He considered babysitting before he realised he has no clue how to take care of another human being, let alone a tiny one with the brain capacity of Kaminari. So he goes around doing favours for local businesses and households, cleaning or organising or restocking ice for a local ice cream parlor.

When he’s certain he has more than enough money, he buys a few things for you. He carefully placed the items in a cute tote bag and headed off to your house for the movie date you’d planned.

At first, you thought he just brought snacks in his sister’s bag or something, but when he pushed the bag into your arms, looking away slightly with a pinkish tint to his cheeks, you realised what was up.

“Awh, Shoto! How sweet…” You peered into the bag and fell short of breath.

“Uhm… I know how passionate you are about your hobby, so I just wanted to get you some better materials and tools, and I thought maybe you could teach me a little so we could do it together…”

Your eyes lit up at the thought, and you jumped onto Shoto to give him a bear hug. “Yes! That sounds amazing, I’d love to! Thank you so much Sho, it means a lot.”

He plants a kiss on your neck and wraps his arms around you. “Of course, anything to see that pretty smile of yours.”

#mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #todoroki x reader #mha fluff #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #bakugou fluff #todoroki fluff #bnha x y/n